Red Sunset --- Chapter 7: Rape In Red

All hell breaks loose on the Russ! The men turn into beasts hungry for noble pussy!

Everything was quiet and silent in the cabin where Olga slept close to Tatiana. Fore of the ship and downstairs, they were far enough from the Lithuanians, whose rowdy celebrations were but a distant roar. They were also well guarded. The grand duchesses had noticed Rodionov had doubled the guard protecting the access to their cabins. It seemed all fifteen men of the inner guard were on duty. As soon as she was done with her usual prayers before bed, Olga had joined her sister in her bed, because she said she was restless and couldn't sleep.

"All right, but no wandering hands! I know you, OIga, but I don't share this penchant of yours and besides, I'm dog-tired! Good night, Olga."

"Good night, Tania. I love your hair and..."

"Olga! Good night!"

Tatiana was shortly asleep while Olga gently pressed herself against her beloved sister and spooned her, feeling her buttocks against her lap. Olga was getting wet. What if she masturbated? Quietly... As she began to pleasure herself using her hand, Olga remembered what she had heard from Nastya's cabin. She had heard everything! She knew they had at least kissed. Tatiana also had heard through the thin walls, and Olga had seen the cold anger in her face, but Tania had also heard Nastya was happy. Perhaps fate had something terrible, horrible in store for them, and Tania had felt it was better not to say or do anything, to let Nastya have her first love, because this could also be her last. Olga felt the same way. Nastya had sounded like a girl in love, indeed, although she had cried herself to sleep right after.

Olga rolled away from Tania until she lay on her other side, where she was free to actively press her hand on her sex while raising her nightgown. As she began to utter low whimpers and got positively wet, Olga Romanova imagined she was being fucked and passed around between both Sidorov and Dimitri. She then imagined Countess Hendrikoff! She suddenly had the crazy idea of going upstairs, but this was impossible. Olga felt Tania's buttocks against hers and settled for this. She went further in her solo session.

In the theatre of Olga's mind, Countess Hendrikoff was grabbed and pulled out of her cabin by the Lithuanians, who then gang-raped her on deck. The Countess was stripped until she was naked under the deck's lanterns, amid their jeers, under their grunts, and she was so beautiful! She role-played a Lithuanian soldier who proceeded to give the Countess cunnilingus. Olga pressed her hand down there more actively and began to utter low moans that probably reached the sentries who stood just beyond the cabin's ajar door. The Countess wasn't protesting; she told the soldiers she was ready to be fucked, ready for all of them! The Countess's dark pubic triangle became Olga's world. She even opened her mouth and moved her head just as if she were licking that plate of pussy hair.

Then she felt something stirring. She heard something too. Tania's buttocks moved away from her. There were some feeble whimpers. Coming from Tania. Olga moved herself around and through the satin darkness, her eyes saw enough to see what Tania was doing. Tania was now lying on her back and... playing with herself. Tania was making feeble whimpers as she did her utmost to keep her noises down, for she was quickly reaching a state of high arousal. Olga watched and listened, growing soaking wet! She loved what her sister sounded like when having sex with herself. Tania was whispering things...

"aahh... aa, aaa, yes! Yes! The guards are upon me! They're giving me their mouth down... down there... I'm enraged! I scream at them. How dare they... ahh, aaah, but their mouth! Inside me, their tongues... One after the other, they, aaahhh, aaah, use their tongues and and aaah... force me to... to reach... to explode... aaah aaahh aaaahh... And then, then, they... they rape me... Each one of th-them... I scream louder... I'm so angry! Enraged! But... But all of them... One by one they... F-fuck me!!!! Fuck me!!! Sidorov, Dimitri, Boris and all the others! They all fuck me!!! AAAaahh aaaaah aaaaahh aaaaaah... I sur-surrender! Aaah aaaa aaaa yes! Yes! Yes! I... I refuse... They take me anyway--aaaah aaaaa aaaa aaaa no! No! Yes! Yeee eeeeeeeehss!!!"

Olga had moved herself under the sheets, where she found her way between Tania's legs. Tania didn't resist when Olga moved her hand aside and began to lick her wet entrance, ravenously, while also pleasuring herself as she was on her knees with her face smack down on Tania's cunt. She kept on, now picturing it was Tania who was getting gang-raped on deck by the Lithuanians, and the fantasy fed the build-up to her climax from her frantic hand. Tania smelled fragrant, like strong sourdough, mixed with notes of ammonia from urine and a definite taste of iron from blood. Olga kept pleasuring her younger sister until she felt Tania was trembling. Tania violently imploded in a flourish of groaning! Olga kept darting her tongue as fast as she could and a man's hand tossed her own hand away from her own entrance, and then she felt something entering her pussy while a pair of male hands grabbed her waist!

She didn't say anything, tried not to panic. It was a sentry! He had heard their moans and had walked right inside the cabin. Olga wanted to resist, but she froze, and she also remembered what she had agreed to with Tania. They would sacrifice their own body to protect Nastya, and to protect the gems. The sentry kneeling on the bed behind her had removed the sheets and the blanket; he began to rape her while she was on all fours and resting on her elbows with her face still pressed against Tania's sourdough-smelling cunt, and only then she became aware of something that tasted like iron, something wet on her tongue, joined by something quietly sugary amid this debauchery of yeast-smelling blood, while Tania was lost in her paradise as her moans clashed against the sentry's grunts.

Olga forced herself to do what every fibre of her body revolted against; she did nothing, just kept pleasuring Tania while the sentry, whoever he was, reaffirmed his grip on her waist and kept forcefully enjoying himself inside her. He went at it deep, steady and quiet. She heard his low grunts and his satisfied moans. She remained frozen and kept twirling her tongue right at the spot Tania responded to the strongest. The quiet cabin was now filled with Tania's arousal smell and muffled sounds along with the sentry's bliss-filled grunts.

Tania shivered in Olga's hands. Olga felt her sister's climax through her thighs as she licked Tania's patch of hair. Tania was hitting her exploding state of blindness, unaware there was a man raping her sister in the dark.

The sentry groaned a bit louder, and Olga felt how incredibly aroused he was through the shivering of his hands where he held the crease of her hips while now frantically thrusting himself inside her; she could tell he was almost done.

"aaaaAAa aaaaAAAahhhNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..." uttered the sentry as he spewed raging ropes of semen inside Grand Duchess Olga Romanova. The cabin's lamp was suddenly set ablaze and a gang of several guards materialized, all of them grinning, with Boris and Oleg the brutish peasant in front, all standing right beside Tania's bed and towering over both sisters.

"Dimitri! You began without us!"

"Bah, he outranks us! He has the first pick anyway!" said a guard by the name of Sergei.

"Wh-What are you doing here!" Tatiana snarled. "Get out of here! Get out! At once!"

"Poh poh, your Imperial Highness! We thought you felt lonely!" Boris said. "We thought you would love it if we made a special call on you and give you what you most crave!"

"Are you sick? I'd rather die than give myself to you!" Tatiana snarled, her voice even more poisonous, eyes blazing at the invaders as if she was sure they were going to turn into stone.

Olga remained frozen as men lifted her off Tania's bunk and shoved her on her own bed, which had not been slept in. Then a voracious trio of men made short work of her nightgown; the sharp sounds of tearing fabric stunned Olga in being even more frozen. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as they commented on how beautiful she looked naked. She was still only twenty-two years of age and she felt how all three soldiers loved to touch her legs and her breasts, one of which disappeared inside Sergei's mouth, and Olga was assaulted by a rush of arousal, since her breasts were extremely responsive. Someone whistled and commented on her warm brown nipples and the neat circles she had for areolas. Another said she was even whiter and more gorgeous than he had thought. She heard Tatiana's snarling protests and her angry threats while hearing the ripping-fabric sounds as the others urgently stripped Tania, whose rage predictably increased ten-fold.

"I'll have you hanged! I'm Grand Duchess Tatiana Romanova! I command you to stop this!!!" Tatiana snarled.

"You command absolutely nothing!" Boris replied and then slapped her hard. And as she was stunned, the strong countryman shook Tatiana like a shrub lost in a hurricane! Her uncovered breasts jiggled in a tumult of regal white skin. He then pulled her shredded nightgown all the way off her, and with rage he pulled its remains down her torso, her hips and then all along her legs, which he propped up, ignoring her outburst of rage. The erotic, slender lines of her half-bent legs were sensually revealed along with the grace of her feet as the torn mess of her nightgown was brutally pulled past and away from her feet. The leggy Grand Duchess lay naked amid her attackers! They crudely felt her regal legs as they whistled and catcalled.

"I'm the Grand Duchess!!! You will regret this! Stop at once! Guards! Guards!"

"WE are the guards, Your Highness! Hey boys, hold her still! Let me teach her her fist lesson on how to be a good Soviet citizen! Hrrrhhh!!!"

As he spoke, Boris unbuttoned and dropped his trousers, standing on his knees between Tatiana's imperially white legs.

Tatiana's face was a terrified mask of Gorgon-like fury. She kept frantically screaming. She was Grand Duchess! How dare they!! Oleg was holding both her ankles while Boris laid himself on top of her, while the pair of men restraining her arms above her angry face had great difficulty holding her in place as her wrists seemed to be possessed by the Devil!

"You'll be quartered! Burned alive! I command you! Stop! You will not get away with this!!" Tatiana kept bellowing. Boris gave her a quick slap, for humiliation rather than pain.

Olga, Eve-naked, was quickly positioned on all fours on her own bed and a first uniformed guard soon entered inside her and smiled like a king as he began to pound her, the bunk creaking under her knees and elbows as he commented on how wet she already was, and how tight and good she felt! He was soon emitting guttural moans in rhythm with the steady hot pounding he gave the elder Grand Duchess.

Tatiana's face was twisted with rage! She spat in Boris's face as he restrained her and fought for position, then he slapped Tatiana two more times, then he barked, "Stop moving or we'll get your little sister and she'll take your place!"

The threat on Nastya had an immediate effect on Tatiana, who went silent as she remembered the plan she had agreed to with Olga. Sacrificing their body to protect Nastya and the "medicines" sewn in their corsets.

Boris was thus able to take possession of Tatiana's pure-bred pussy. "Wow! She's all wet! Aaahh wow!!! I can't believe it! I'm fucking a Grand Duchess!" Boris bellowed, his eyes exploding with vulgar joy as he began to pound Tatiana, whose regal face, as upset as she was, fed the fire of his lust as he got acquainted with the narrow, intense pleasure inside her. "Hrrr rrr rrr rr RRR rRRR Aarhyeahh! We won! We fuck their women! I'm fucking the Grand Duchess Romanov! Fucking fucking her and this is so God-damned good!!! AArrh aaah aahrrr ahhrrrr!!! Take this, bitch! Hrrrr! Yer time blood-sucking hungry peasants is over--Aaayyaaarrrrhhh! Revenge! Revenge! Now the peasants turn on you, aaahrr! They're hungry for you and your butt! Yeaaahrrr... rr rrr rrrr rrrrrhh, yeah!"

Tatiana started to cry under Boris, who sweat freely on her regal face, soon adding a shimmer of shame to her enraged features. Worse, the man was slobbering all over her! He was licking her noble features, where pride and rage soon morphed into an expression of hatred, terror and shame.

"AAAAANNNNNNNNNNGHGGGGH ddjjhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... aaaahhh Winning feels so good! Thank you, Your Highness! Raping you is a lot of fun and I'll be back. I'm sure you'll thank us later for the ride!"

Such were the final roar and words Boris had for Tatiana, whose profound eyes of aquatic blue were wet with sorrow and ablaze with rage, hatred and fear.

"AAAAAAAAABNNN HRRR HRRR HRRR HRRR HRRR RRRRR... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHH!!! Aaah, Citizen Olga! I love your pussy!" declared Sergei as he pulled out of Olga. "You'll see, boys, she's a very good fuck! Isn't that right, Dimitri?"

Dimitri had left. The men crowding the cabin rose their shoulders and simply proceeded to take their turns inside Olga and Tatiana.

"Come on, guys! Give them something to remember! They need a strong diet of Red cocks!"

"Our cocks are just that, red!" Boris exclaimed and laughed as he showed how red his spent cock was.

"She's having her month! Fuck!" someone said.

"Me too!" said Sergei. Both sisters were indeed in that time of their month.

They gave Tatiana more opportunities to freely yell at them and express her outrage and make loud empty threats while no less than five men came to her and crushed her sense of pride and honour under a barrage of ramming strokes, using her in the same position as Boris, flat on her back. Each time a man was done, he gave a nice round of licking and kissing to her breasts while Tatiana kept angrily yelling at them. The cabin was filled with Tatiana's screams of outrage, the guards' victorious grunting and the smacking sounds of Olga's butt against the rest of the guards.

It was quite a shock for Olga to hear her naked butt being whistled and catcalled by those vulgar soldiers. She had had kings bowing before her, she used to be worshiped by men who were required by law to keep their distance away from her royal person. And now she was fuck meat for Bolshevik thugs. The strange thing was, there were notes and flickers of high pleasure with each one of their thrusts inside her. Her thoughts led her to imagine Countess Hendrikoff in the same predicament, and this caused her to begin adding moans to her whimpers as the barrage of Red cocks went on unabated. This while Tatiana kept filling the cabin with her outraged yells and empty threats.

Olga didn't hear anything from Nastya's cabin. This was a miracle! She praised God while her own gang-rape went on.

It was a given that Tatiana would be raped on her back, so they would all see her haughty expression morph from outraged anger into an expression of submissive fright. Olga would be there for any man who preferred to have a Grand Duchess from behind. They all had observed through her dress that she was indeed well-shaped where she sat. Olga's child-bearing hips and hour-glass figure were vulgar tropes in their daily chats during and between meals.

***

Nastya had cried herself to sleep. She dreamed. She dreamed she was soaring through the sky, riding a white dragon with a golden mane. She would sleep soundly and wake up well rested next morning.

Would she?

When something was firmly pressed on her mouth, she felt it was a dream turning into a nightmare. Then, there were hands grabbing her ankles and also her arms and shoulders.

"Let's go! Take this lovely bundle and upstairs we go! To my cabin!" Kommissar Rodionov said.

Nastya wanted to call her sisters, to call Ivan. She panicked as she realized she was fully awake and being carried away. She heard Tatiana shouting enraged screams of outrage and had to close her eyes as they met the light from her sisters' cabin. But she saw it. A gang of men were abusing Tania and Olga! How dare they! This couldn't be happening! God wouldn't allow it.

"Let me go! Let me go!!!" Nastya would have yelled if that pressing hand wasn't silencing her as they carried her upstairs, and for a brief time, she felt the evening breeze on her face and heard the Lithuanians shouting, whistling and catcalling in the midst of some festivities on deck, before she was taken indoors again and to a large cabin with a bed that looked comfortable. The Skipper was there, wearing an evil smile as he nodded at her with his respectable-looking silver moustache and wearing his worn-out peak-cap in a slanted manner that accentuated his raw figure. Another sailor was there, this one younger, perhaps thirty-something, wearing a well-trimmed beard and a neat frock coat of dark fabric with three golden stripes down his sleeve. His peak-cap looked brand new, but he wore the same evil smile as the Skipper.

The men shoved her on the bed and immediately seized her four limbs.

"NOO! LEMME GO! LEMME GO!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!"

One man knelt between her legs and stooped down upon her. She let out a shriek of terrified horror as she recognized Kommissar Rodionov. Where was Dimitri? Why wasn't he standing watch over her like he had promised after he came to comfort her? He had promised!

Rodionov's hands on her reminded her where she was.

"Get your hands off me! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! AAAAHH NNAOOOOOOOOO! NOO! NOOO! PLEASE, DON'T! ... DOoooN'T! IVAN!!! IVAN!!! WHERE ARE YOU, IVAN? AAAAAAAAAAHHH-NNIEEEEEt!!!"

With a loud growl, the horny Kommissar had tore her nightgown open and he was now avidly sucking her youngster's tits! He enjoyed their plumb perkiness with the slobbering urgency of a man who had waited a long time for this moment. "At last! At last!!!" his hands silently said as he kneaded Nastya's breasts and shaped them into pressured cones of baby skin as he gleefully tasted her rosy nipples while basking in the music of her lamentations. Her indignant eyes turned to full panic!

"Listen how she squeals! She's gonna be a lot of fun!" Stefan commented as he held one of her wrists, watching the sordid scene where the black-uniformed Kommissar kept sucking Nastya's breasts, pressing them in his hands and kissing them with a bastardized kind of deference as if those tits held all the secrets of the world.

After a few minutes, Rodionov stood on his heels, looking down on the youngest Grand Duchess and basking in his moment of absolute dominance over her, while she kept calling Ivan. Rodionov hated hearing Ivan's name out of her mouth.

"Now, my beautiful little tramp, I'm gonna give you what you deserve!" Rodionov said as he unbuttoned his black horseman's trousers and produced a sickly white erection, with veins of a delicate purple and a blood-gorged head that was definitely not Jewish--Rodionov had raped his first girl during a pogrom when he was only thirteen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH NIEET NIEET!!! IVAN! IVAN!!! aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Scream all you want, little doxy, but no one's coming to save you! Keep calling Ivan, he's busy having fun on deck with Countess Hendrikoff! Now boys, hold her tight, and let's deflower this pretty girl!"

Shvibzik the Merry Little One strained and squirmed at the top of her strength as Stefan and three other men strained to keep her under control. Adrenaline flooded her as she shook her head on the bed in a rebellious act, refusing her fate and trying to make it un-happen. But nobody can argue with fate. Rodionov moved down upon her. He licked her angry face, loved the sight of her tearful eyes and saw the light of jealousy in her. His words about Countess Hendrikoff had struck home, and they confirmed what Stefan had reported; Stefan had spied on Ivan and Nastya and had seen her love for Captain Sidorov.

Rodionov was furious! Fuming! He was going to enjoy the youngster all night long, but nothing could change the facts. He wasn't going to be the first man ever inside her, like he had hoped. "Ivan Sidorov, you have no idea of what will hit you when I get my revenge!" Rodionov thought as he rose his torso, still pinning the small girl under him as he smiled down on her while she kept screaming and yelling, then he pressed her breasts and she began to yelp louder, this time in pain.

"You will regret this! Ivan's going to kill you!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ivan has a wife to take care of, and he's now caring a lot more about Countess Hendrikoff than he cares for you! And now, young lady! Now!"

Rodionov quickly moved himself on top of Nastya and in spite of her constant squirming, he eventually pushed his madly hard cock against her entrance, which was easy to access as Nastya was being held spread-eagled on the bed by four grinning men, each of them dying to rape her too. As Rodionov violated her entrance and told her she was caught and there was no escape, Nastya shrieked like she never had before...

"AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNieeeet!!! AAAA it hurts! IT HURTS!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"AaaahhRRR you're a little stubborn one!!! I love how you scream! Yes, it hurts! And that's how I like it!"

As he spoke, Rodionov further strained inside her unprepared pussy.

Smoking his pipe, the old Skipper had come closer and was watching along with the first mate.

Little by little, Rodionov hammered himself inside Nastya, whose eyes exploded with a sense of hopelessness. Loneliness too. Ivan wasn't coming to save her. Ivan was busy with the Countess. Ivan didn't love her! Nastya sobbed as the pain radiated throughout her, and the cherry on the cake was to hear the satisfied roar from the Kommissar as he gave a hard stroke and sank to the hilt inside her. Nastya screamed to a glass-breaking point as the pain erased everything she used to be.

And the madman raping her crushed her under his tall man's weight as he began to pound her with unrestrained glee, sounding like a rutting orangutan as he licked her face with lewd strokes while she writhed under his weight with each of her limbs firmly held by one of her next rapists.

"AaaAA AAA AAAA AA aaa AAA AAA AAA AAA AAA AA YES! YES!! INSIDE HER! AT LAST! AT LAST!!! NASTYA! NASTYA! I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!! AaaAAh AAAh AAAA AAhhh..." The mad Kommissar yelled those words in her face amid his moans.

Rodionov hammered her hard and good, hammering more hate and loathing inside her as he accelerated his pace, grunted louder and louder until he passed his wonderful edge where time and space become universal, and he screamed his bliss in her slobbered face as he erupted inside the youngster with a biblical load that proved a great excess of religious zeal and wasn't really authorized by the Soviet regime.

Once he pulled out of her, he went to wipe his cock on her thigh, and noticed she was profusely bleeding down there. "Hey boys! What do you know! She's having her month! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"I love you, Nastya!" Rodionov blurted out as he plunged on her, seized her head and forced-kissed the sixteen-year-old dievushka (girl). Anastasia was overwhelmed by the relief from the pain as he deflated inside her, and by the hurricane of sensations as she stubbornly defied the fact she just had been raped. Ivan and Dimitri had both failed her. Rodionov smeared both sides of her face with her own blood as he kept forced-kissing her.

After kissing her all his content, Rodionov went lower and took another ration of breast-sucking, while his men cleared their throats, but didn't dare directly ask him to let them have her now. Selfishly, Rodionov took minutes of bliss and thoroughly licked, kissed and sucked Nastya's breasts and gently pinched her nipples between his rabid lips.

Then, at last, he left his spot to Stefan, and the first mate moved in to replace him as the man holding Nastya's left wrist. Nastya now offered a bizarre sight with her face smeared with her own fresh blood. Rodionov said they were branding her as a tramp for the Red Army. And he gave her his gross laughter while pouring himself a glass of first-rate vodka from the special crates reserved for officers.

"Aaahh, at last!" Stefan let out. "I've waited eagerly for this! Shvibzik, make my cock merry!"

And with these winged words of profound wisdom, the lewd man from the gutter let out his cock as Nastya shrieked upon realizing she was to be raped by this man she despised and loathed and hated just as much as Rodionov! He was so vile, with jet-black hair and a nearly handsome face that intensified the evil in his eyes and the indefinite air of creepiness he had. It hurt when Stefan penetrated her. His growling roar of victory hurt her even more as he began to pound her in vulgar strokes, heavy, gross and straightforward, like an illiterate brigand raping a princess next to her stopped coach after all men in her escort were slaughtered by the band, all of whom now waited their turns inside her.

Stefan came after only ten or twelve strokes. "HHNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGHGGGHHHHRR YYYYYYAAAAAAAAHH!!!" Each of his final groans killed Nastya as she received his vile sperm.

"Ivan, may you rot in hell! You ought to have saved me!" Nastya said in her distressed thoughts.

Then came a man by the name of Yuri. A short squat man whose cock proved to be short, but thick. Really thick at the base. As he took the happy spot on top of her, Nastya shrieked again and her voice broke and turned husky as she felt his painful girth inside her. There were juices inside her by this time, but the brute raped her as if his eternal salute depended on how hard and cruelly he could rape her. And after long minutes of torture, Private Yuri yelped in a quaint high-pitched yap, sounding like a dog getting shot, as he gave Nastya a hot, creamy load of Soviet pudding.

And the rapes went on. The Skipper now holding her wrist, then both her wrists above of her head as he stood behind the bed and watched. The last two soldiers in the rape squad were brothers from the country near Petrograd. Mikhail and Nikolai took their turn in that order, Mikhail being the elder one at nineteen. Nastya felt this rape less horribly than the previous one. By this time, she had quit trying to resist as she was exhausted. By this time, her young body was forcing broken shreds of vile pleasure on her and making the process less painful physically, but emotionally, it was hell.

Mikhail raped her with style, especially given he was an illiterate peasant. He propped her legs up and pinned them under his arms as he penetrated her and commented on how wet she was now, saying the little tramp was loving this, and then he proceeded to powerfully hammer her as he turned the rape into a loud-grunting event where each of his thrusts came harder and deeper than the previous one, smiling down on her as he watched the moving play of her breasts. Her scent was heavenly, and she looked like a little Indian wearing war paint as her monthly blood dried on her face.

After Mikhail's glorious finale where he closed his eyes and remained almost silent as he enjoyed a massive relief, his younger brother Nikolai took his fun inside this girl about his own age. He had the Skipper help him in flipping her around and then he took Nastya on all fours. The plump firmness of her ass made him painfully hard throughout the whole event where he held the pristine crease of her hips and got hopelessly lost in the act of breeding her, the Private raping the Grand Duchess, until he too died inside her. Nikolai had joined Sidorov's company the year before at the tender age of fifteen by lying on his age. This was not the first time raping a girl for the tall slim lad, but this was hands down his best round of fun. Nastya was left lying on her side in fetal position, his load trickling down her entrance.

Then, the Skipper avidly began to lick Nastya's buttocks while the first mate held her ankles and kissed the soles of her feet, making sure she remained on all fours. Nastya felt the tickling of his tongue on this tender spot of her feet while she endured the Skipper's slobbering assaults on her butt.

"Enjoying yourself, Your Highness?" the Kommissar said where he held her wrists and played cats and mouse with her head as she kept trying to escape kisses on her hair.

The Skipper was now finished with the thrill of kissing so young an ass. He loved tasting the skin of one he would normally call "young lady" with no hope of having any kind of intimacy with her, and he still called her "Your Imperial Highness" in his mind out of long habit. He knelt behind Nastya and, grinning like an old moustached devil, all fifty-nine years of him, the Skipper played a little more with the plumpness of Anastasia's butt cheeks before he blissfully sank inside her and began to buck her! She was blissfully easy to penetrate as she was already filled with jism and her body had much juices flowing inside her month-bloody pussy at this point. Rodionov's cock was red as he masturbated and watched.

"Aaah! Mein hRhotz!" the Skipper spat out, swearing to God in his native Dutch as every fibre of him exploding with delight and he drove her by the crease of her hips and enjoyed the debauchery of her pale curves, loving the spot where both sweeping curves met where the small imperial crack of her buns was there to be seen when her these full buns weren't getting flattened against the old man. He firmly raped her in short angry strokes, now grunting without restrain, enjoying the repeated shocks between his seasoned body and Nastya's youth, grunting with glee as he raped the young passenger he was supposed to protect and see safe to Tyumen. Instead, he brutally raped her.

The rape was silent, loaded with grunts from a man who strained to his utmost in order to make the rape unforgettable. It was an outré scene! The kind you'd see when the old engineer exits the locomotive during some riot where all social barriers collapse, and he finds himself raping one of the prettiest passengers on the train, like he had always dreamed of.

The Skipper took time to climax. All the time, Nastya was filling his cabin with her desperate whimpers, presently resting her weight on her elbows and unwillingly flaunting her curves where the Skipper caressed her, unable to fathom the true meaning of this as he constantly felt her baby-soft skin under his leathery hands while giving her the full whimpering benefit of his throbbing erection, where his grunting moans answered to her tightness, to her distressed, high-pitched whimpers. And then the old river jackal upped his pace to a blurry frenzy where everything decent in him utterly collapsed and his short hurried jabs inside her came to fruition, and Nastya whimpered in husky notes she couldn't repress as she neared her own climax, and tried to stop it... then the Skipper screamed like a Dutch banshee as he finally exploded inside her, his gaze glued to the butt of Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanova, the youngest daughter of the last Czar of Russia! Which he was gracing with his old sailor's cock.

He sounded like a man having a heart attack!

The Skipper stood. He smiled down on Nastya, then at the men around him. "Aaah! This... so great... I was dying to... to fuck her AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHRRRGGGHHH!!"

He collapsed to the floor with this long groan. He struggled and tried to get back up for three or four seconds, then lay motionless on his stomach.

Rodionov knelt down next to him and checked his pulse.

"Dead!" he said.

The first mate cursed and also knelt down at the Skipper's side. "Shit! He's dead all right!" the dapper ship's officer said with a Lithuanian accent. All men present were shocked. Rodionov looked more annoyed than anything.

Nastya screamed in horror and tried to run from the bed, but her legs betrayed her and the exhausted girl stumbled and fell, and was caught by Mikhail and Stefan, both of whom brought back the naked Grand Duchess to the dead man's bed. Her blood-stained face made the scene grotesque.

"How can he have the indecency of dying mid-rape?" Rodionov finally said. The first mate looked at him in astonished shock. "Whose turn is it? Oh yes, first mate, she's yours!"

The dapper first mate looked at the Skipper's corpse, then at Nastya. The choice between death and youth was an easy one.

"It's your fault! You're too pretty!" the First Mate yelled as he grabbed Nastya and slapped the girl with the blood-stained face. Nastya fell back on the bed with a yelp. The nightmare had just turned into a nightmare's nightmare. Anastasia was in shock from having witnessed the death of a man.

"You need to be punished for this!" the First Mate added, and he forced her to lie down on her stomach and two Privates (Mikhail and Yuri) held her there as he dropped his trousers and freed his dagger, which was as hard as a coconut and demanded a relief.

Nastya shrieked with disbelief, in absolute pain as he penetrated the wrong hole and strained against her sphincter! "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! IVAN! IVAN! OLGA! OLGA OLGA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"You're gonna pay, you cheap little tramp!" the First Mate yelled between his teeth as he covered Nastya's figure like a hound dog as he hammered her anus and doubled down, torturing the gone-insane girl as he now pushed hard inside her rectum! The sodomized girl lost track of all else but her pain and shrieked and shrieked! Trying to erase the pain as her voice turned even huskier. The tall dapper officer sodomized her, his pleasure making his mouth wide-open where-from loads of frothing slobber bathed his dark beard.

Each second lasted an eternity for Nastya as she shrieked in pain, on and on. Rodionov cursed himself for not having thought of this. Sodomy! The First Mate was deflowering her anally, breaking her in where no man had gone before. Nastya shrieked even louder and shriller than ever before as the sodomy got deeper and harder. The First Mate held nothing back! It lasted a few horrific minutes where his pleasure blew out of proportions, deep inside her rectum, while Nastya's torture exploded likewise. The horrific session was concluded by a loud growl where the First Mate couldn't believe how urgent and generous his ropes of jism were!

Nastya remained there, lying on her stomach in great pain on the dead man's bed. She had been raped by five men, then sodomized by the sixth. She would relive each and every little detail of it for the rest of her life. And worst of all, Ivan had failed her!

***

Downstairs, Tatiana had vodka poured on her breasts while her guards passed her around. For Olga, no less than five guards, all of them grinning and jeering, were taking their second rounds of fun inside her, giving her a constant homage on the ever-creaking bed where she was still being fuck-dolled on all fours. The beautiful vastness of her buttocks kept being flattened against her guards as her deep whimpers filled the cabin she shared with Tatiana.

In the cabin facing the gang-rape, Mr. Gibbes the English tutor heard it all. He would never forget Tatiana's angry yells and Olga's pitiful whimpers. He would go on to write an account of his time where he followed the Imperial family in captivity. In his recollection of this particular river trip on the Russ, Gibbes would state that he heard these yells and whimpers, and many terrified screams as the guards terrorized the poor girls during the night.

At one point, the second mate showed up along with two boys, or rather one grown man and a boy, who would prove to be the ultimate shame for Olga and Tatiana. They were negroes! Stewards serving them their meals. It was also at this time that Captain Sidorov came downstairs to partake, followed by a small squad of Lithuanians and a couple of sailors in the form of three mechanics running the ship's steam motor and shoving coal using the strength of their tattooed arms. All were thrilled, immensely so, as they were about to learn what fucking a Grand Duchess feels like. That's when Olga would get her breasts smeared with grease from the mechanics.

"This is getting crowded here," Sidorov observed. "You and you, take Tatiana to the other cabin. The youngster isn't there."

Tatiana was thus lifted off her bed and carried off to Nastya's empty cabin. Sidorov was insanely worried about Nastya, but blocked his thoughts about her, or tried to. He trusted Dimitri to shield her.

In the other cabin, Olga was finally allowed to leave her rape position and given the kindness of a bathroom break where she had to pee in the chamber pot with several men watching, and even groping her buttocks.

"Now, Tatiana, let's see how proud and haughty you are with a cock inside you!" Sidorov snarled at Tatiana, whose rage oozed from her sea-blue eyes while she was kept firmly pinned on Nastya's bed, by guards who grinned down on her, this while a tattooed sailor, both stewards and Lithuanians were masturbating and waited for the pleasure.

"Don't you dare touch me! And you shall address me as Your Highness!" Tatiana snarled back as she helplessly watched Sidorov produce his cock. He smiled as he looked at her with an air of smug pride. He began to masturbate, smiling down on her as he brought his tired cock to an acceptable fuck-ready state.

"I'm tired from my gentleman's call on Countess Hendrikoff, so with all due respect, Your Highness, I'll be able to stay inside you a LOT longer, ooh, you're my sweet beautiful Tatiana!"

"Don't you call me that!" she snarled. "I'll have you shot! I'll have you marinated in acid, then roasted slowly and a tame baboon will chew off your cock while you roast!"

"Shut up, Your Highness!" Sidorov said as he pulled out his Nagant and put the revolver inside her mouth! Tatiana peed herself out of fright as he began to make her suck his Nagant!

"Now, that's better!" the Captain said as he slid the barrel inside Tatiana's mouth, her eyes shocked with terror and indignation as she felt and tasted the dangerously cold steel, this while Olga was kept whimpering in the next cabin. Mr. Gibbes was hearing everything!

"Buckaroo! Buckaroo!" the Lithuanians chanted, worshiping Captain Sidorov, whose revolver seemed to like Tatiana's slobber.

"Enough foreplay! Now, let's see what a Grand Duchess feels like!"

"She's having her month, sir!" Boris said.

"All the best! Then she'll enjoy a true Red Army rape! She deserves it! So let's have her drown in our sperm, Comrades!"

After putting his Nagant back into its holster, where he would eventually have engraved an inscription saying "a Grand Duchess liked me", Ivan Sidorov, whistling and as happy as a king, went down on Tatiana and began to kiss her cunt hair as she bucked, screamed while greatly squirming in the men's collective grip. She kept yelling and cursing, angrier than ever while Sidorov ate her pussy, not minding the vile-tasting semen down there, and even enjoying the iron taste of her menstrual blood, in an extreme state of victorious agitation.

It got even better when he allowed himself to suck Tatiana's breasts, smearing them with some of the blood his mouth carried from her cunt. She filled the cabin with her angry curses and yells, threatening him with the worst tortures as he morally tortured her breasts with the skill of his mouth, thus forcing notes of physical pleasure on her. Tatiana had beautiful breasts, neither too small nor too large, and with royal circles for areolas and nipples that were firm and strong, of a warm light brown that seemed to melt in Sidorov's mouth.

Sidorov went stiff and wanted more while circling his tongue around her nipples, his hands unable to stop kneading her baby-soft breasts. You could tell Tatiana was only twenty. She tasted like spring.

Then, and only then, with Tatiana cursing louder than ever, Sidorov settled himself between her legs while urgently freeing his stiff cock, and then he forced his mad erection inside her month-bloody cunt! As he began to rape her, he looked at her directly and took immense delight in seeing her so angry and indignant! That was exactly how he had wished to rape Tatiana--To rape her while she was angry and cursing and threatening him! This was perfect!

Sidorov enjoyed this gift of life in a loud-grunting silence. The opportunity to rape a Grand Duchess didn't come every day. He lost all sense of honour as he abandoned himself to the primitive nature of this simple act of breeding with Tatiana Romanova, and the insane satisfaction of doing so against her will.

Her fists tight with rage, Tatiana spat in his face time and time again. Sidorov didn't care. He just kept plowing her. He just raped her even harder! Resting on his elbows where he could watch her at his full leisure, the Bolshevik officer kept enjoying Tatiana's imperial tightness along with the music of her enraged screams.

The jiggling play of Tatiana's breasts was a potent aphrodisiac that caused him to further swell and harden inside her. Sensing the end close at hand, Sidorov switched positions. He stood on his knees, and then took her hips and lifted her butt off the bed! Helped by the guards restraining her, while enjoying the husky music of her protests, Sidorov penetrated her again, powerfully so!

And then he went all out! Holding her waist, he drove her hard and caused her lovely tits to jiggle in a frenzied, unwilling dance as she screamed more profanities, trying to kill him with her Homeric gaze! Her face like a young erotic version of the Gorgon! He was indeed turned into hot stone inside her. He gave her such powerful thrusts that she stopped yelling, her head lost in a confused bout of bobbing where her dark chestnut hair was a bobbing joy to behold! On Nastya's pillow. Her tits were jiggling harder than ever!

"Wow! She's even more beautiful like this!" Boris observed while caressing her leg where her royal skin was forced to keep brushing Sidorov's uniform. She looked even whiter against the dark khaki wool of his hated uniform. Captain Sidorov raped her savagely, uttering profanities amid his frenzied grunts. His face twisted from his gleeful straining, his lips wet with slobber froth and his eyes like fire as he kept gazing at the tumult of her beauty, he almost hit her head into the wall above the bed as he passed his edge!

"AARRHHH AAARRHH AARRRHHH YES!!! We're fucking their women! YES!!! AaahRR aaahRR aahR aahR aahR ahR aahrr... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHR!!!"

Sidorov let Tatiana's butt fall back on Nastya's bed and fell on her! He had been stuck by thunder and cut in half! The ejaculation was so ungodly powerful! So satisfying! Madly so. Wonderful! This was not so small a small death.

He then kissed Tatiana as if she were his girl. She bit his tongue!!!

"You fucking harlot!" Sidorov said as he slapped her again, again and again, until Boris held his wrist.

"Don't kill her! I mean, Sir, she must be taken safely to Yekaterinburg. (And to Tatiana) I'm truly sorry for this, Your Highness, really sorry. But don't worry, we're just going to rape you and take our pleasure gently. I'll prove it to you soon when I rape you again. My cock's impatient to meet you again, Your Imperial Highness."

Sidorov then gave orders for the two black stewards to take their turns inside Tatiana, who shrieked in horror beyond words as she saw both negroes stripping themselves naked and showing her their brown cocks with pride written all over their tropical faces. The worst for her was to realize she actually found them handsome and their cocks looked respectable and inviting for her primal instincts. She, Tatiana Romanova of Russia, couldn't believe she was going to be double-raped by them.

"Grand Duchess Tatiana," the Second Mate said, "I'm sure you're going to love this! Their names are Fabrice and Keke Jean-Dire his son. They were born in Congo. Both are well-travelled, and well-endowed. Enjoy!"

In the other cabin, Olga now lay on her back with sailors playing with her breasts and running their grease-dirty hands all over her, especially insisting on the lush triangle of hairy estate she had down there, only supposed to be seen and enjoyed by kings and princes, but now an amusement park for tattooed sailors. She smelt the grease from the mechanics' hands. She had some on her breasts, but then vodka was poured there, and the leading seaman sucked them with unfathomable glee. He was the one with the thickest arms and looked like a man capable of lifting and carrying the ship's anchors. In his arms, Olga felt his raw strength and her body felt much confusion between moral loathing and her physical urges.

When she was being mounted by this same man and feeling his beastly strength inside her, Olga became overwhelmed by those physical urges, and as she began to moan and whimper under the man's barrage, in his tattooed arms and amid the general laughter from the guards and Lithuanians and sailors, she thought about her baby sister. "At least, Nastya's safe," she thought.

***

Upstairs, Stefan had brutally cleared the maps and papers off the Skipper's table, a massive pine table, and Nastya's buttocks were gracing the said table as Rodionov hugged her while inside her, raping her in a rough dance where her plump buttocks kept tapping on the wooden tabletop as she whimpered loud and kept begging him to slow down, that she was hurt and tired, but Rodionov pushed his pleasure unabated, his face lost in her chestnut hair, lost in the nutmeg rosy paradise of her scent, and he kept hugging her in this rough table-butt dance, her bottom tapping the wood on and on... until he yelled his nearly painful climax in the nape of her neck and exploded like a geyser!

Somewhere on the ship's deck, Dimitri was riddled with guilt. What had he done! Why did he let his own urges run away with him? He had left the youngster unattended, and she had vanished! Gone! Stolen! He gad failed his Captain! What was he going to do?

Dimitri saw Tamara, naked and whiter than ever where she lay on deck, looking incredibly graceful and erotic amid a bunch of sailors and Lithuanians who caressed and kissed her everywhere at once, like heated zealots. And then, the obese Polish cook bellowed that he wanted to have the little Baroness now. Dimitri had an idea.

"The girl's mine!" Dimitri said. Predictably, the cook got angry and a fistfight ensued. But Dimitri had underestimated his foe. This mountain of a man had been a prizefighter in his youth. He made short work of Dimitri, who got knocked out within ten seconds. Dimitri had meant to lose on purpose and let him hit him so he could tell Sidorov that Rodionov and Stefan had beaten him up and kidnapped Anastasia. But the cook's punches hurt a lot more than he had thought. A Lot more.

When he woke up and cleared the cobwebs, Dimitri saw the grossest scene he ever saw. And he fell hopelessly in love with Tamara's beauty. The obese cook was holding the naked Baron's daughter by the crease of her hips and raping her hard and good! In front of her father. The Polish cook looked like a naked ogre raping a diminutive girl with long black hair who looked tiny and graceful against him as the ogre fed her his heaviest thrusts while she received him on all fours, whimpering with astonished horror from knowing who was raping her so brutally.

All the slabs of his belly, his chest and his monstrous glutes all jiggled like crazy as he raped Tamara with loaded grunts! Dimitri couldn't believe what he saw! How erotic! The contrast! Tamara's dainty little body against this beast! Her vestal's butt forced to endure the monstrosity of his big hammy hands! She was so beautiful in his hands!

Dimitri often preferred men when he felt sexual. He seldom did. But on this occasion, his cock grew into a torpedo, like it had when he heard Olga with Tatiana and had rushed at Olga and raped her in the dark.

He was entranced! Moving slow like in a dream, still groggy, he managed to stand up next to this abomination of a rape, and began to masturbate. It was so beautiful to see Tamara's baby fat rolling on her cute buttocks with each hard stroke from the ogre. Her father the Baron was still watching, and going mad beyond remission.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRR GGGHGGH FFWWhh owwhhgg!!!!" was the cook's final flurry inside Tamara when his Polish sausage exploded like a planet with a titanic load of hot sludge as the ogre gave her the ultimate tribute.

"Small girl, big load!" shouted a sailor who had just fertilized the youngest serving maid. He had watched the whole thing with eager eyes.

"No hard feelings, bud!" the cook, still panting from his exertions, told Dimitri as he tapped his shoulder with his heavy hand, after he had wiped his large cock using Tamara's hair.

Dimitri rushed at Tamara!

He frantically moved her around, placing her on her back, and gleefully sucked her breasts like there was no tomorrow. Tamara felt the difference and welcomed the change in a weird way. Dimitri was handsome and graceful, the polar opposite from the ogre who had just used her. She arched her back, causing her breasts to rise against Dimitri's face, while running her fingers across his hair as his garrison cap got shoved off his light brown hair. She pressed his face to her cleavage and bizarrely welcomed his kisses there! In her fantasies, there was always a man kissing her cleavage after ripping her dress off.

Dimitri then fucked Tamara more than he raped her. Tamara was so far gone. Troubled! She let him fuck her. It wasn't really a rape, perhaps a grey rape, but would she have been in such a far-gone state without having been violated twenty times before? Dimitri fucked her like an animal and she wrapped her legs around him while moving herself to receive him deeper. She crossed ankles atop him and someone poured liquor on her feet. All around her stood a loud wall of jeers, cheers and whistling catcalls. All inside her was one valiant rapist that kept plowing her. The rapist she felt the least raped by. He was the most handsome rapist she had ever seen. He kept calling her beautiful amid his moans, and her own moans were sinfully glad to mingle with his.

Tamara moaned like a depraved bitch! Dimitri grunted like an ogre! He kissed her and she kissed him back! She stole the moment! Ripped it off from her nightmare, turning the thing into a grey oasis where lights and shadows weren't really as they seemed.

She reclaimed some agency as she decided she wasn't getting raped anymore. She was getting fucked.

"You can all come and fuck me! Even you, Father!" Tamara suddenly shouted just as she climaxed under Dimitri and his madly renewed strokes! Dimitri came inside her with a loud yelp of moaning pain mixed with bliss, spewing raging bolts of hot seed as she tightened the seal of her legs around her prisoner while some hobo sailor was kissing her feet. She was fucked and fucked good.

Tamara's unfortunate statement gave new life to the orgy of her rape. Some Lithuanians knew enough Russian to understand her invitation and they took it to the letter, even though they didn't read much. Those who were too tired to fuck her knelt by her and masturbated with pressure and conviction until they shot a nice load on her breasts, her face, or sometimes on her legs. One or two men similarly added to her grace, on her feet and ankles. Once ten guards and sailors had passed over her, she was covered with sweat and semen. Dimitri also paid her a second call. This time, he enjoyed her from behind and was rewarded for his gallantry by another wild burst of ejaculating semen, which he liberally spilled on the small vastness of her ass as he literally died out of sheer pleasure. He was her slave. Revolting was such a bliss!

Then, they freed her father. With shock and disbelief, Dimitri watched the waking dream unfold as the transfixed father walked to his naked daughter, who lay on deck with her face almost entirely covered and crusted by semen at various stages of drying. The rest of her reeking of semen with much of the matter on her tits.

The Baron raped his own daughter like a brigand! On top of her. Crudely. Brutally. Tamara was confused! Troubled! Her Father?! She was horrified, yet her body felt his heat inside, and she moved herself to "lessen the pain and strain" and yet the real reason was to steal some pleasure out of this abomination of a sin.

"AAAHHAA YEAH!! Tamara! TAMARA MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL TAMARA I'VE ALWAYS WANTED YOU LIKE THIS! TO FUCK YOU EVER SINCE YOUR BREASTS SHOWED!" he shouted in her face, shortly before he was struck by love's delight and shivered all over, in his monstrous trance, as he spewed all his stored sperm inside her! Each burst more morally debilitating.

Tamara received the prodigious load in shock, horror and disbelief. The troubled dievushka had almost enjoyed being raped by her father. Not thinking, numbed by too many shocks, she kissed her father as if she were his wife!

In Nastya's cabin, Tatiana lived the unthinkable. The Grand Duchess was naked in the arms of two negroes.

One of the stewards was younger than herself; he looked no older than sixteen or seventeen. The other one was his father. The Congolese men spoke French like native French, with a slightly different accent. Alas, she understood all they said. And for the first time, she cursed her high education.

"À nous, mon fils. Enfin, une Blanche!" (Now, sonny, at last! A white girl!)

"Oui, père, on va bien la fourrer!" (Yes, father, we're gonna fuck her good!)

Sidorov looked at the scene, transfixed, with Olga's sobs and whimpers making a proper background from the other cabin.

Tatiana had been kindly forced to kneel on the bed. And there she was, sandwiched between the naked stewards, sitting on her heels in the full grace of her nakedness, her breasts pushed out of her torso and just as graceful as her regal face, all of her bathing in golden light under the lamp, her sea-green eyes gazing in shock and stupor at the Negro facing her, a naked Negro about her own height, the Father. While the Son ran his mud-dark hands all over her back, giving her his tropical affection from stroking her hair, her neck, and the pristine grace of her back all the way down to her lower loins where the empire of her hips and buttocks took an impressive sway of full erotism with the soles of her feet completing the picture.

The negroes were utterly fascinated by how white she was, and how beautiful! They devoured her skin with kisses, with their mouths, with their caressing hands! Tatiana couldn't repress her arousal, especially when the Father cupped her breasts. Skin on skin. Her arousal fed out of her gigantic shame. They had never seen a proper white lady in the nude. She had never seen Africans naked in person. The other men around her had most certainly never seen negroes getting sexual with a white girl. The fascination from all parties made the light brighter as the cabin was electrified from what was about to happen.

She was off-limits to the guards who had just raped her, even more so to the Congolese stewards, who violated the graceful spirit of her beauty with each touch. Tatiana's sense of self imploded and forced her to remain silent and unable to find any name to the state she was in as both negroes kept running their hands on her. She blushed and shivered when the Father cupped her breasts again. Africa was meeting Russia in a gentle shock of cultures.

The Father was fascinated by Tatiana's breasts. A white girl! A Grand Duchess! He looked down and admired the slimness of her waist, where his eyes followed her skin and plunged between her legs where a triangle of dark hair waited for his pleasure. He ran his hands around her hips, then caressed her thighs and felt her hot under his hands, while his son cupped her breasts from behind.

Sidorov was completely fascinated by this turn of event. Some of the Lithuanians expressed discontent because they hated to see negroes on a white girl, and most of all hated to see Congolese men taking their turns before them, but they feared Sidorov. The guards respected their Captain. A couple of men cursed and went to the next cabin to take a hastier turn inside Olga, but most men remained and watched the unthinkable unfolding before their disbelieving eyes. Some even began to masturbate as the Father took one of Tatiana's breasts and began eating the white chocolate of her skin as the whole tip of her breast disappeared in his wide open mouth, and for the first time in history, a Congolese man tasted the breasts of a Romanov.

Tears of shame began flowing down her eyes. Tatiana began to utter low whimpers as she felt this sweet assault on her. The Father was kneading and sucking her breasts, while the Son had his hands on her butt! She felt his African lips on the vastness of her skin as the boy worshiped her ass, covering her all-white butt cheeks with slobbering kisses and getting truly hard as he moved himself low, thanking his young flexibility as he licked and kissed those full buttocks that were so soft to his dark touch!

"Please... don't..." Tatiana whispered as the Father kissed her while caressing her breasts, then she whimpered, this time louder as the Negro returned to kissing her breasts and this time, he let a hand wander down south, and he was soon fingering the Grand Duchess, while his son kept avidly kissing her butt and letting his hands explore the fascinating grace of her legs. They were forcing pleasure inside Tatiana. She hated the fact she was probably going to surrender sexually, and this in front of Sidorov!

Slowly and gently, the Father moved Tatiana until she lay on her back and he was eating her pussy! He forced moans out of Her Imperial Highness! This while the pack raping Olga forced a sudden litany of high-pitched moans that detonated loud and clear out of her, and caused Mr. Gibbes to become hard in his own right as he listened. Whatever they were doing to Olga worked. And worked good.

Nastya's cabin was filled with Tatiana's heated moans as her pussy was being africanized by the steward's tongue! The Son was now giving her breasts the tropical heat she had always secretly craved. She had once read Candide by Voltaire and the scene where African pirates captured an Italian ship, and gang-raped the noble damsels on board, had filled her with arousal and she had urgently pleasured herself while picturing herself in the hands of a barbaric crew of African pirates! She had often wondered what it would feel like to get her tits sucked and her pussy pleasured by Negroes; a pleasure she knew was utterly forbidden and it was out of the question for her to allow this to happen.

Now she knew what it felt like. Whether she liked it or not, the Father and his thick lips and his insistent tongue were working down south and she moaned louder and louder, with the Son now frantically sucking her tits! And then the Father pushed her legs open, and as the Son moved out of the way, he covered her with his musk-strong nakedness and penetrated her! With force! Like a jungle king! As his primal grunts met her ears, as she felt his size and girth deep inside her, Tatiana exploded and surrendered, the litany of her deep-reaching moans marking the true fall of the Romanovs. Tatiana of Russia climaxed in the arms of Negroes.

"Ah oui! La Blanche! La Blanche, on la viole! Mon Dieu qu'elle est bonne à fourrer!" the Father yelled loud and clear as he went hard at it inside her.

In his own cabin, Mr. Gibbes knew enough French to understand. (Yes! White woman! White woman, we're raping her! Oh my God! She's so good to fuck!) He recognized the voice and understood that Tatiana was being raped by a black steward from the ship's crew. He got up and quietly and swiftly relieved his bladder in the chamber pot, then he got back in bed and began to masturbate while praying and asking God to forgive him.

Sidorov loved how the Father's buttocks fed powerful strokes inside Tatiana, who took the full benefit of his strong brown spirit. She kept moaning like a bitch under his grunts and shivered as a second climax hit her hard! Her breasts kept brushing his chest where she was imprisoned in his arms, and this added to her mad insanity.

After this intense bout of hard strokes, the Father licked her face and played with her hair as he died inside her! Tatiana would never forget this long tropical groan. The man uttered his joy right in her face as he gave her a prodigious load while shouting, "Yesss! The white girl! At last! At last!!!"

While the Father wiped the blood off his cock using a sheet, the Son then took his turn after his father helped him in positioning Tatiana on all fours. The wows and aahs rose out of the white men as they all saw how beautiful she truly was, especially in this position that did full justice to her curves... with a black boy kneeling behind her and holding a respectable cock, hard and ready for her! With veins full of throbbing blood.

The Congolese boy laughed as he tapped his seven-inch stick on Tatiana's pristine curves! Sidorov went nuts, and hard, really hard, as he saw this! The deep brown cock tapping the naked buttocks of Tatiana Romanova of Russia! Other men laughed. The slightly oval shape of her butt was like a gently elongated heart where both curves met at a somewhat strong angle. A strong erotic scent rose out of her slit where she had just been filled with negro sperm. All men present immortalized the butt of Tatiana Romanova in their soul.

"Now she's really deep down the gutter!" Boris observed as the boy kissed Tatiana's butt cheeks as if their taut whiteness were a holy relic.

Then the Son penetrated her! Feeling him inside her, and his hands on her, Tatiana let out a wild moan that spoke volumes about her arousal. And the boy took in every fibre of her as he gently pushed deeper inside the Grand Duchess where she took him on all fours!

"Les pirates nègres me violent!" Tatiana exclaimed in French, and both Negroes smiled as the only men who understood her. "The black pirates are raping me!"

The boy timidly took hold of her hips, right in their crease, as he began to pound her, smiling a mile wide upon finding that the penetration and her subsequent pounding proved easier than he had thought. The boy was losing his virginity to her. He pounded her square and wild! Like a savage! He remembered her vividly from when he had served her sauerkraut with Polish sausage and she barely acknowledged his existence, used as she was to being served with deference. She looked so slim and graceful! So tall and regal! He would never had imagined that only hours later, he would be inside her! And holding her naked, her buttocks between his hands.

The boy got even bigger inside her as he kept remembering her for the regal lady he had served in the ship's galley; then well dressed in her travel dress; now like Eve. Moaning like a bitch under the African empire of his hands, Tatiana was gone and lost to life as she had known it.

Sidorov took the Father's spot holding her wrists where she took most of the force on her elbows, the bed creaking as the boy reached a fast climax and let out a primal scream, "aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" as he filled up Tatiana with a long river of African cream. Tatiana was forced to love the fact it was a younger boy who was doing this to her, and that those hands holding her ass were a chocolate intoxicating her soul with a storm of forbidden sensations.

She didn't even realize it was Sidorov's cock she was sucking. She couldn't see much as the Red Captain was kneeling on the bed and raping her face with her on all fours as the boy stooped down upon her, nearly cut in half by the brutal pleasure as he began to kiss her everywhere and ended up worshiping her white buttocks once more. While Sidorov kept Tatiania's face pressed to his groin as he raped that face with unrestrained glee.

Tatiana thought it was the Father doing this. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the sheer debauchery. Anyway, her parents and her sisters would never know she was raped by negroes. Thank God and all the holy icons of Russia! She somehow found it in her mind to speak French and establish a secret link between her and the stewards, but whatever she wanted to tell them in Europe's language of diplomacy would have to wait. Her mouth was full with what she thought was a Congolese cock.

A Lithuanian tossed the boy aside and took possession of Tatiana from behind and renewed her long fiery ride. "Yeeaaaahhh, at last! At last we can fuck her!" he uttered amid his urgent strokes and moaning grunts, his words only understood by his fellow Lithuanians, who eagerly waited while masturbating and enjoying the show. Then Tatiana made a harsh muffled scream against the cock using her mouth as she felt something incredibly painful that forced her sphincter, then her rectum wide open! The Lithuanian had changed holes and he was now grunting like a loud rutting prairie pig as he swept Tatiana's chimney.

"Too bad her father isn't here to see her crowning!" Boris observed, then began to masturbate again while Olga kept making crescendos of increasingly high-pitched whimpers from where she was entertained.

Sidorov kept himself from making any sounds other than the inevitable grunting, saving the surprise for the final blast. He just kept holding Tatiana's head as he raped her face, giving her his utmost brutality. The moment was unbelievable! What a night! Tatiana's muffled groaning was a joy to listen as she was also being sodomized! He adored the feel of her tongue and palate against his inflated cock! It was about to burst inside her mouth! Amid the panting fury of his act, Sidorov had to make a decision. He did.

At the end of delightful minutes of enjoyment inside Tatiana's mouth, Captain Sidorov pulled out of her and yelled, "AAAahhhrr YYAAAAAAAAAArrrhhhNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!!!"

Tatiana learned, with rage and fury, she had been played as Sidorov blasted a gigantic load of sperm that graced her whole face with a blanket of gooey heat! This while the Lithuanian holding her hips and sodomizing her suddenly sounded like a sick roaring bear as he exploded inside her rectum!

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! What does it feel like to be the butt of the joke?" Sidorov said, contemplating the result of his ruse that worked. He had raped her mouth without any risk of getting bitten, and now the result spoke for itself--Pools of glistening sperm all over her regal face! With her sea-blue eyes blazing with fury.

Tatiana had no more leisure to meditate this blasting matter as she felt a strong pair of hands as a man got hold of her waist along with his rowdy cock pushing its brutal way inside her. Boris was taking his round two, this time enjoying her on all fours, aroused by the steward boy's exploit and giving her a repeat session of forced sex, this time with the Caucasian cock of a lumberjack from the vast hilly forests of Ural.

Boris gained hold of her wrists, and then he pulled! Pulled her arms behind her, making her tense up and arching her back, where Oleg the brutish peasant pushed his cock inside her mouth and grabbed her hair to offer her another round of facial rape while the sturdy lumberjack in his Red Army uniform roughed Tatiana good and hard, and he lasted much longer than the first time.

As she was hopelessly pounded by both ends, Tatiana heard pitiful cries and shrieks from Olga, who was now getting sodomized by one of the mechanics. Mr. Gibbes heard it all too well. Olga's screams could probably be heard on deck and even from the nearest shore of Irtysh River. Olga was also having her face slapped by the other mechanic's erect cock; the man held her hair with one greasy hand and used his erection as a stick to humiliate her face.

"Cheap whore! Cheap whore! You deserve this!" he kept yelling at Olga, who barely registered him as she was busy getting sodomized. Deep! Hard! The mechanic sodomized her with rage and hatred; he was a staunch Bolshevik. All Olga would remember from the sailor holding her hair and slapping her with his cock would be the large Chinese tattoo on his forearm; a dark blue shark with pink blood dripping from its teeth. She barely registered the gooey debasement when he splattered a steaming load on her face. She kept shrieking in pain until the mechanic behind her tightened his grip on her hips and looked up at the cabin's ceiling as he relieved himself inside her bowels. Both sailors had their faces so dirty with coal that they looked like negroes.

Tatiana had to endure the brutish grunting from the illiterate peasant raping her face and the equally brutish pounding from Boris, who asked her, amid his grunts, whether she liked it best, between being face-fucked by Oleg, or rear-fucked by a lumberjack from Ural. Their grunts and growls filled the cabin while Sidorov watched with an absolute sense of fulfilled revenge.

"Go easier on her, boys! She's learning her lesson! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Sidorov said as he sipped cheap vodka out of a bottle he had been sharing with a Lithuanian, who then poured the whole bottle on Tatiana's head! The stewards grinned as they watched the Grand Duchess being so highly honoured by her inner guards. Tatiana, the butt of the spit-roasting joke, was in a dark rage amid all her pain and her distressed confusion.

Boris and Oleg gave her a cataclysm of semen along with a final salvo of loud moaning grunts as they emptied their balls inside her mouth and pussy. Oleg pressed her face against his hairy lap, and raped her nostrils as well as he kept her face pressed there against the lush hair of his pubis, which he had not washed for at least a week, this while Boris laughed as he tapped his spent cock on her buttocks. The wet slapping sounds on her skin resonated throughout the cabin, its meaning enormous.

Then two sailors took their turns on Tatiana, both showing up naked with their arms adorned with tattoos. One had a black anchor on his forearm; the other had a rose heart in his strong-looking left bicep, a rose with Russian letters of dark blue that said, "Iryna Love". Ирина Любовь.

Both had big arms and prodigiously developed forearms from years of pulling cables. The one with the heart tattoo knelt on the bed behind Tatiana and, grabbing her waist, he had her wincing in pain from his monstrous grip as he forced her into rising herself to a graceful position where she stood on her knees while he sat on his heels with his prick high and pointing at her bottom, while the sailor with the anchor tattoo knelt in front of her and kissed her while holding her hands together in front of her in what looked like a grotesque praying attitude. Her wildly confused eyes were salty with tears, bathing in anger and arousal. She let the sailor kiss her! Too shocked, too exhausted to look away.

This long passionate kiss from the commoner had a powerful effect on Tatiana, who didn't resist and became all submissive. At least she wasn't in the arms of Sidorov. And yet Sidorov saw everything he wanted to know about Tatiana's slim hourglass figure as the sailor holding her waist took the base of his erection with one hand and told her to gently lower herself, also telling her she would be in control of the pace as he was a generous man. This while the kissing sailor kept her hands together in front of her, and his face close to hers, only taking a break from kissing her to enjoy the plunging view on her breasts, where her torso was slanting toward him, and then she felt the sailor behind her as he penetrated her to the hilt. She began to gently move herself along with his strong grip around her waist as he raped her with quiet grunts, letting her move herself up and down his stiff erection.

Keeping his hold around her waist, the sailor kept letting Tatiana move herself on his impaling cock, with her hands now being led by the other sailor, led down to his erection while he kissed her again and again. The sailor inside her had a breath-taking view on her spotless bottom, shaped like a slim heart. Tatiana was tall and slender. Her bottom curves kept crashing down on the kneeling sailor, who kept his now-gentle hold on her waist as her body agreed to make love with the sailors. Tatiana became intoxicated by this hard cock inside her, and perhaps even more so by the act of kissing a tattooed sailor. She felt a crazy surge of bliss right down her core, sandwiched between the naked sailors as she let her being fucked by one and kissed by the other while her hands were now massaging the latter's erection. She even kissed him back.

This close proximity with them took her back to the realm where no limits or decency existed, the same twilight realm where a Grand Duchess could get fucked by Negroes and share a kiss with a vulgar sailor wearing a black anchor on his forearm, while holding his cock in her hands! While another tattooed man was making her crash herself on his dagger again and again, and the more she sank into this liberating realm, the harder and faster she moved herself as she became an active accomplice to her own rape. She was now ravenously kissing the sailor and tasted and felt the writhing motions of his tongue. Even her sisters would never know.

Tatiana was now whimpering hard as the sailor kept his loving hold on her, and she crashed herself down on him, showing him how well her butt could move, with increasing heat, while kissing the other sailor and massaging his throbbing erection, harder and faster as her pleasure grew out of control. She remembered Sidorov was there to watch, but her body overruled any will to resist inside her. The cabin was filled with her frantic whimpering as the sailor's hard cock, with its strong girth, kept finding the mark inside her! She was on the edge of climaxing, fucked and sandwiched between the two sailors on her little sister's bed. Sidorov loved the sounds from the repeated collisions between the Grand Duchess and the tattooed sailor!

"Aaaggghh ddjjjmmmn hhhhhrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" the sailor uttered behind her as he erupted, vanquished by Tatiana's slim hourglass figure and the mind-boggling shape of her booty.

Then the sailors turned her around and this time, it was the sailor with the anchor who had her lowering herself on him and take his erection inside her while looking away from him... and now... facing Sidorov and the handful of Lithuanians! She hated this! Sidorov was gazing at her free-moving tits while she was so close to her edge that she couldn't resist this new fuck!

The second sailor, sitting on his heels, forced Tatiana to crash and keep crashing on his stiff cock, and she moaned without restrain as he grabbed her forearms and made her crash on him even harder, asserting his full dominance as Tatiana whimpered and her soul turned to boiling water as she learned what it was to be really taken! This was the first time ever that a man had sex with her with more creativity than just pounding her while being either on top of her or behind her.

Tatiana tried to stop it from happening, but she felt weightless and the firm grip from the sailor on her forearms multiplied the strong sensations she was already getting from his cock each time he urgently forced her to crash down on it. Tatiana screamed! Her body was flooded by absolute bliss! Olga no doubt heard her scream as the sailor turned the event into a rape frenzy where he just kept flattening Tatiana's butt on and against him, her scent adding its effect, joined in this by the thrill of touching her and seeing her gorgeous backside in addition to her cock-hardening curves, her torso slanting, her wild-moving hair adding zest to the whole affair, and the plaintive sounds of her moans, etc., as she shivered and got hit by another climax! Tatiana was out of control!

"I'm raped by the ship's crew!" she ejaculated while seeing stars! No royal eagle, but only stars. The crewmen were raping royalty! She was forced to admit to herself this was unbelievably erotic. Sidorov and the Lithuanians couldn't believe she actually said this.

"Aaahhh God damned this is so good! So good to fuck Tatiana Romanova of Russia," the sailor anchoring her shouted as he passed his edge and spewed a massive load in hot raging bolts, holding her sore forearms painfully hard, the black anchor tattooed on his forearm looking alive as its owner experienced his strongest ejaculation ever! He screamed like a man possessed, "FOR THE SOVIETS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Tatiana kept crashing on him like a turned-bad vestal, and the sailor groaned loud as his pain got so extremely intense that it turned to pain, but Tatiana just kept going, unaware of the blissful torture she was inflicting him as he sounded like a man who got shot, his eyes half-closed and contemplating her curves, failing to fathom the full measure of her butt and the graceful slimness of her waist, which felt so divinely soft to his eyes, just like her forearms in his grip. The torture only stopped when his cock deflated, and she would have kept going and going had he not made her stop.

The overwhelming heat radiating inside her forced her to admit that this was more pleasurable than horrible; the only torture was emotional and moral, and it came from Sidorov and her shattered pride. She comforted herself by reminding herself that Nastya wasn't sharing her fate and Olga's. Sidorov and the other men were masturbating and watching. Her eyes naturally rested on both black men and their cocks, which were almost ready again. She and Olga had sacrificed their virtue to save Nastya, and this came with a world of unexpected experiences. In a sense, it was liberating. There wasn't all that much she could lose now.

"Wow! She's fucked and fucked really good!" the second mate. As soon as the sailors had left Tatiana in sweat on her sister's bed, three Lithuanians placed her on all fours and took three intense, short-lived turns inside her, their politically loaded grunts answering to her tired groans as they released days of pent-up lust from guarding her door while gazing at her out of the corner of their eyes. A long-awaited relief hit each man while Sidorov got to watch her buttocks get hammered as a consequence of Russia's turmoils.

The Second Mate then used her the same way, debasing her and causing another bout of husky moans and groans out of her. The two golden stripes down his sleeve where his hands held her hips felt like he was the higher-status one because she looked like a naked whore getting a royal thrashing on Nastya's bed as a dense pack of uniformed men and tattooed sailors watched her while masturbating. The Second Mate said she was a better fuck than Olga before slapping her butt, pulling out of her and gracing her bottom with a huge load that he spewed, some shots landing as far as the small of Tania's back as his groan echoed throughout the cabin.

Then vodka was poured on Tatiana's superb bottom and a Lithuanian washed the sperm off her skin by giving a good rubbing to these buns he was transfixed to see in the nude. And after he knelt behind her and renewed her ordeal.

In the next cabin, Olga was kept forced-moaning by tired men who now used their fingers, their tongues and their mouths to force every little shred of pleasure out of her. The worst for her was to hear everything that was happening to Tania through this bloody thin wall!

"The night is still young," observed Boris as he tried to wake up his cock, using the help from Tatiana's ever-shocked curves as she kept groaning with loud plaintive-sounding sounds that filled Sidorov with a crazy sense of satisfaction as he heard and watched as Tatiana didn't seem to realize she was moving herself against the Lithuanian so she took him deeper in a way that minimized her pain and maximized her forced pleasure; she was thus actively helping her own rape!

***

In the Skipper's cabin, none of the men cared about the dead man who lay on the floor. Rodionov, Stefan, the first mate and three more guards were taking a break and having each a glass of fine cognac to celebrate the occasion.

Anastasia had been left crying bent over on the Skipper's cleared table, where the fullness of her buttocks was there for all to see, not to mention the young grace of her short legs and her sublime feet. She had semen ebbing out of her pussy along with menstrual blood, and some more jism out of her butt-hole. After Rodionov had taken her hugging-style with her butt tapping on the sturdy table, all five others had taken her from behind against the table, keeping her bent over as they each enjoyed a second round of pleasure inside the youngster. Stefan had been the first one. He was perhaps even more brutal than the first time and lasted painfully longer, but he merely took her vagina, and she was a tough resilient girl.

But then the First Mate had taken her ass! Again! Her whimpering squeals had filled the cabin for long, excruciating minutes. Then all three guards, Yuri, Mikhail and the other brigand whose name she couldn't remember, two had used her pussy and the last one had also relieved himself in her rectum, making her pay the big price to earn the pause, at last. They had escorted her to the chamber pot and helped her to pee, which proved extremely mortifying for the Grand Duchess.

Nastya was ruined. She wanted to die! If Ivan truly loved her, he would have rebelled and try to save her, probably getting killed, but then, she didn't want him to die. She'd die if he died. She still loved him after all. The strangest thing was a simple thought that proved astonishingly comforting. Jimmy, her dog! She thought of him and would give anything to be quietly sitting on a chair with Jimmy on her lap while drinking lemonade.

"What do we do next, Komrade Kommissar?" the First Mate asked. "Do we let some Lithuanians walk in and rape the youngster as well?"

"That is out of the question, First Mate! Too vulgar! No, we'll lie her back down on the bed and explore every inch of her body, using our hands, our tongues. Hey girl! I love your legs!"

"Yes, the night is still young!" Stefan remarked, looking at the German cuckoo clock. It was just half past midnight.

"Very young! Very young indeed," Yuri added, contemplating the youngster he had raped twice while making fun of her monthly blood. Mikhail was filled with guilt and thinking about his young wife whom he had left in Kiev. The other men smoked a Cuban cigar with the Kommissar, who gave them a fine round of fine-tasting vodka. Some privileges were too good for Lithuanians and tattooed sailors.