Chinese Incursion in Eastern Ladakh, Didn't Go As Planned, Chapter 3

Zhong takes Xue's place as an officer gang-raped by her own men while the female privates are spread-eagled, bonded and gang-raped at leisure.

Zhong became alive and screaming as she realized she was being taken near the line-up of kneeling prisoners and saw the enemy Sergeants freeing the hands of three Chinese soldiers, each of whom was looking at her naked body with nothing but the angriest form of primal lust!

Among those three men was the pair who had nearly got shot through the head earlier.

Zhong looked at them, terrified, silent with saucer eyes, hugging herself while retracting her folded legs under her, as if this were going to help her against her mutinied subordinates. This was a twisted form of mutiny.

Both angry soldiers came staring at her, their stare boring right through her. They grabbed their naked Captain, restrained her arms on either side of her shaking head and began painfully slapping the small fullness of her tits!

“Aaaeee! Aaaeeee! Bù! Aa-aaaaheee!!!” was all Zhong was able to say as she started sobbing as her tits giggled wildly under the impulse of their slapping.

“So you’d have us shot instead of becoming a whore, eh?”

Zhong begged them to please stop this, but they were enraged.

“Captain Ma’am, we’re going to fuck you deep in the ass!”

“No! Please... Noo...”

What followed was a surreal scene where Zhong was put face first into the dust, on her knees and elbows with her butt protruding, and the first of those privates put his hands on her buttocks and spread them apart to gain easy access to her butthole. To say Zhong felt beyond humiliated was an understatement.

Zhong squealed like a lost soul as her sphincter was forced open and the victorious man groaned and shoved his prick deep into her rectum. Through some unexplainable act of mercy to his beautiful Captain, he had put some slobber on it before sodomizing her with unbridled rage.

And the lovely Captain groaned like a sow, her face sliding on the dirt as the Private hammered her mercilessly. It felt softer to have her sore cheek into the dirt, yet it was even more humiliating than the Indian jeep hood. This was because Zhong knew that the cock inside her was from her own men.

This anal rape was the most painful thing Zhong ever experienced. The man did his utmost to make the torture last as long as possible, but soon failed and let out an unrestrained scream of joy as he blew a huge load in her lower intestines. Sodomizing the company Captain was fun! What a revenge!

She would always look down on them with that air of “you say yes Ma’am when I order you around”. What was she now?

The second anal rape was even worse! Zhong felt she was about to die and wished it. She caught side of Xue amid her crowd of Indian “non-silent admirers” and envied her! They were forcing Xue to ride some fat old man, near the front of that jeep, and she was looking right at her and the Chinese line-up of male prisoners, two thirds of whom had owned their Major.

One of those turban-wearing thugs was even holding a 9-mm pistol and making Xue suck its barrel as she kept bouncing on the creepy old officer, who held her waist and looked like some depraved janitor fucking his pretty niece, except the niece wasn’t Hindu. Xue was supposed to be a field-rank officer in China’s communist army. The Indian army was giving a new meaning to the field part in Xue’s rank.

The lovely Major rode the naked officer while wearing an Indian officer’s peak-cap. And the male prisoners were catcalling Xue and watching her, not Zhong. Why did the men always look at her more? It wasn’t fair! Her own tits and butt were fuller! But they were so right in finding Xue beautiful in her debasement!

Xue’s up-and-down moving tits were the purest expression of flawless beauty and Zhong wanted them!

Instead of this, Zhong had to endure the excruciating agony with each stroke from the all-powerful private, who was an unfortunately long laster.

It took forever for him to get done, at which time Zhong was no longer the same Zhong as before.

“Please, Private! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy I beg you!” Zhong begged the third man.

“Not happening!” he replied in pure Mandarin, reminding her she was the butt-end of some mutiny joke.

And he also sodomized Zhong! What a lovely ass with full cheeks she had! The soldier loved every stroke he gave as her shrieks probably reached as far as the Chinese border and beyond. She was a branded Himalayan slut.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... !!!”

“We had no idea the Captain could sign so high!” a soldier jested to the next kneeling man.

“This trip in Ladakh did much good to her voice, that’s for sure!”

“We ought to take a picture of this and send it to USA so they can copy it and put it inside fortune cookies!”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this! Zhong is even more beautiful than I had imagined! We’re next and I can’t wait!”

“Well, I’d rather fuck Xue, but I’ll settle for Zhong rather than some Indian cow.”

Indeed, as soon as the third man had gone through his exploding delight, the teams were switched and the fresh soldiers who had just made remarks about their Captain’s ass and fortune cookies were turned loose on Zhong, all three of them!

“Please, rape my pussy! Or let me take you in my mouth! Please, I beg you!” the butt-hurt Captain asked.

They obliged her and found much enjoyment in using their cocks as battering rams to violate her pussy.

Zhong was pinned on her back with her wrists held together above her head while another man, a tall and strong athlete who had failed selection in the national wrestling team, lifted her hips off the ground and raped her like a champion, kneeling and leaning into her with her ankles resting on his shoulders.

“Say thanks that we aren’t sodomizing you, slut!” the man holding her hands commanded.

“Yes, yes! Th, thank you! Thank, y, you for just r, r, aping my p-p-pussy! I’m v-very grateful! Aaoohh! This is not allowed! NO! Aaahh-aaahh! Aa-aaaaahhh, Aaahhh! Not allowed! Hhaaaa...”

“Don’t mention it, bitch!” the rapist uttered amid his grunts just before he passed his edge and watched the giggling splendour of his Captain’s tits as he filled her up properly, just as if she were a civilian or some Western tourist he was raping.”

Captain Zhong had many other opportunities to say thanks as the next two men also took their pleasure inside her pussy.

The second enjoyed the fuck on top of her and she even wrapped her legs around him after he ordered her to do so. She also told him he was a great lover after he gave a command to that effect amid his heated grunting. Making Captain Zhong obey their commands was even more fun than the actual rape.

The lowly Corporal kissed his Captain before burying his face into her loose hair when his body became weightless and he screamed his savage joy...

“Aaahhhhh! CAPTAIN MA’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAM nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhh uuUUGGHH!!! OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh...”

Zhong took his rushing sludge where she “preferred”. She was bitterly crying.

The third soldier lay down on his back and ordered Zhong to ride her if she didn’t want to get sodomized again.

Soon enough, Zhong was riding his cock and the man was cupping her tits...

Zhong cried on as she deeply felt the obliteration of all military distance between her and the Private. There were no more ranks. Only a man making a woman whimper on top of him as her lovely pair of tits kept moving up and down in rhythm along with the unthinkable intercourse.

“Sweet Zhong, you would indeed make a lovely surprise inside an American fortune cookie!”

“D, don’t call m, me this, uh, I m, m, mean, th, thanks for just using m, my pussy... a-haaa! Aa-haaa aah-aaaahhh, uh, slow down, I, I, I mean yeah b, b, b, bounce me hard if if you ww wish, M, Master!”

“Aaahh yes! Yes! Yes! Sweet little Zhong! At last! We can f-fuck herrhhr uughhhhh! Aaaahhhhfff fuck-fortune cookie girhhlll!!!”

After the third man’s glorious flourish inside her, Zhong realized that there were seven men still waiting their turn!

The enemy Sergeants, Captain Chopra, the Colonel and a great number of other Indian onlookers pulled out their pistols or their knives. They made sure no prisoner tried something stupid as they freed up all seven men.

Zhong found herself surrounded by them! The Chinese PLA soldiers were ordered to strip naked by a Sergeant who spoke broken Mandarin.

The result was Zhong, with new juices inside her, got encircled inside a forest of seven cocks that belonged to soldiers from the very company she was in command of, but only on paper.

She was ordered to stand and bend over, and to ask them to “only” fuck her pussy, as the first man, a Sergeant she loathed, stood behind her with his cock stiffer than a bamboo stick used as a shinai for Japanese kendo.

The Sergeant played drums on her buttocks—his hands resonated through Zhong’s mind and furthered her sense of hopeless humiliation. She wished she were dead!

Then, he mercifully penetrated her pussy, without warning, with a loud, “Huuhhnn!” and she could tell he immensely loved this as he savagely raped her from behind, standing and using her full butt as fleshy cushions that he kept bumping for his grinning enjoyment, while other men held her arms and shoulders and kept slapping their cocks into her face, calling her their sweet and pretty Captain.

None in this squad would ever forget the sight of Zhong’s pale-bronze softness as her butt cheeks kept relentlessly bumping against the enlisted men, as if this was her sole purpose in life, to get slam-fucked by her soldiers. If the Party wasn’t so authoritarian, perhaps this wouldn’t be happening, but toppling the hierarchy felt so gloriously liberating!

When the naked Sergeant was done, the next man used her likewise, except he took her wrists and pulled her arms toward him for special leverage against her bouncing buttocks.

While this play was being nicely performed, the third man invaded her mouth and began to face-fuck his company commander and before long, he screamed his mind-boggling joy and flooded her mouth, then pulled out and shot one thick rope of Shanghai sauce that landed smack on her Beijing face.

Zhong still had a hard time believing this was happening as the man pulling her arms back began to yell and shout and he suddenly burst out inside her while uttering some loud “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN” sound.

The naked PLA Captain fell to the ground. She sat with her legs folded, leaning on her side where she used her arm for support, semen spilling out of her pussy, where the last four men surrounded her with their hard cocks.

They all fell upon her and began to cover her with kisses and running their hands all over her! Within moments, no part of Zhong’s body was foreign to them.

One Corporal especially enjoyed the act of licking her feet—he had always dreamed of doing this and was always looking at her boots. He adored Zhong’s softer side in the form of her tender soles and the girly play of her small toes, which he sucked one by one.

It was a four-on-one melee of sensual retribution where soldiers did to their she-Captain many things they had thought of while masturbating. They still couldn’t wrap their commie heads around the fact it was happening for real.

The moving play got to Zhong, whose hands were mysteriously driven toward her soldiers’ cocks. She ended up on all fours and taken from behind with her mouth pleasuring the cock of a man who lay down on his back.

When the pillar twitched inside her mouth and the man growled, he ordered her to lick his cock and polish his helmet properly, which she did as the other soldier, the one who was fucking her doggystyle, got into a complete frenzy of butt tapping and soon gave Zhong his semen.

The lovely and exhausted officer was then laid down on her back and she was again instructed to wrap her legs around the next soldier and tell him how much she loved getting gang-fucked by her own troops and feeling their hard pricks inside her.

The foot-loving Corporal masturbated hard where Zhong crossed her ankles and he soon erupted and liberally coated her small feet with his hot offering. The man inside the wrap of her legs soon got blown—he sounded as if he had just been shot, and he indeed shot a liberating load.

Captain Chopra greatly enjoyed the show, standing with arms akimbo, watching both Xue and Zhong getting Indian- and Chinese-stuffed like spring rolls, while waves upon waves of bearded, turban-wearing men kept giving the four female Privates the true meaning of international relations.

Ding Fang, Chong Mei and Luo Qiao were all spread-eagled and staked at their wrists and ankles and took the endless supply of cocks with their eyes wide open with shock and bathed with the tears of their lost cherry.

Private Zhào Chun was in the same predicament, except they had left her legs free and kept ordering her in English to wrap those lovely legs around each one of her successive rapists, men from all ranks from the young recruits and all the way up to Colonels and even Generals, and then everything in between... Young, fat, ugly or handsome... Zhào Chun received the endless rolling fire. Her friends back home, Fade and Jan, would never believe her even if she told them about it, and she was never going to. Fade and Jan were safe and away, while she was the one to taste the bitter wrong end of being a soldier.

Zhào Chun felt very guilty because she had been fantasizing about it, but now it was for real. She wasn't enjoying it at all.

The mission was a success beyond all hopes. Beijing was going to learn about the dozens Chinese prisoners and the butt-hurting defeat of its troops. The stakes had been high! An entire group of Colonels and Generals had come over from New Delhi for the possibility of female prisoners. Now that this possibility was fulfilled, Chopra’s career was smiling on the bright side while his brown face meant the worst nightmare for the enemy and their khaki-wearing women.

India was teaching these soldier-girls the rightful place of a woman in this world.

TO BE CONTINUED.