Author's note: This story was first posted on Rav**shu and AO3. I'm rewriting each chapter, making this an exclusive story for Erotom. I really like the draft feature on this site, and the adding of pictures makes it worth it to get that Rank 2. Kudos for this great site! I hope you're enjoying reading this sharing of my fantasy. I've always had those kinds of fantasies involving the gang-rape of white women at the hands of non-white men in some far-away place.

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Captain Bilguun would always remember that priceless moment when the white girls realized they were also going to get it, that they were no longer above the colored women. He especially enjoyed that look of stupid astonishment in June’s face as she stared at the oncoming Merkits with her jaw dropped and sudden terror in her eyes, while holding her sister, and then she shouted Kate’s name as she truly woke up to the true nature of her predicament.

"Kate! Run! Run! Run! They're coming for us too! Noooooo! Please! No! No! Not Kate! Leave my baby sister alone, ple-eeeee-eeze..."

Bilguun rushed at June and grabbed her, she was a kitten in strength to him, a doll to play with, and as the American adventuress started to protest with an angry voice, pretending to order him in the name of her bullshit morality, he easily overpowered her and forced-kissed her, making her white hat fall in the process and getting intoxicated by the Manhattan perfume from her bobbed hair.

He had selected her from the moment he boarded the train and irrupted inside her compartment. He knew he wasn't going to be disappointed. He'd try the little sister later. He presently pushed his bulge against her wriggling hips and loved to feel her panic against his fast-growing erection.

June was powerless to prevent her sister’s inevitable fate. Their brother Stanley had been beaten up with rifle butts by the grinning bandits. He could only watch in horror and secret arousal as Kate tried to run, only to get grabbed by four Merkits!

***

The grinning steppe men began to caress her hair while removing her hat. Kate froze, but she screamed her life out and called June's name, her voice already a broken squeal as they groped her. The Mongols explored the shapes of her tight little body through her pricey dress as she screamed her terror, called June's name again... What else could she do? Her wrists were restrained, her thighs groped as she realized they were pushing her dress up really high!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH NAAAAOOOOOO! JUNE! JUNE! HELP ME JUNE! NNHAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa You can't.... Nooooo, I'm a white girl..."

For the very first time in her blossoming life, Kate felt a man's hand, or more aptly said, burning hands from Hell all over the highest reaches of her thighs and even on her most private parts as those steppe brigands kept agressively groping her. It was a nightmare! She must be dreaming, yes. She was about to wake up safe and sound in Manhattan...

“Get off me! Get off me! No! Noooo! June! Help me! Naaaoooooo!” Kate squealed again.

She was helpless, her dark-gloved hands forming cute little fists of raging despair, nothing dangerous to the Merkits. Her squealing and closed-fist protests only added to their fun.

Grinning, the darker-faced bandits increased their firm hold on Kate's small person. They pulled her arms on either side of her and they got rewarded with a much better view on those modest knolls gently pushing her dress; a pair of knolls that rode high and inviting on her glamorous bosom as she sometimes arched her back in the writhing dance of her pointless resistance.

They looked forward to see how white those tits were going to be, so they violently grabbed and tore the collar of her Manhattan’s fashion girl’s dress, pulling the black fabric apart in loud fabric-tearing ripping sounds, TshhRRRRrrriip!

"Aaooh, No! No! No! Nooo! Nooooooooooo I beg you please don't, aaaaaah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH NNNNNNOOOOOO-OOOOOOO-OOOOO! June! You monsters noo ooooooo... AAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aaaaaaaaaaaaa No, this isn't happening! Come on Kate, wake up wake up wake up!"

As she wailed, they savagely uncovered the mysteries of her luminous cleavage, and with astonishment, they uncovered the preposterous modernity of her New York bra as they took the time to further tear her dark dress, making the gap wider to get a better view, now partly revealing the bright whiteness of her shoulders while she kept wailing like a wounded fox. She was well worth the trouble, but what was that thing encasing her tits?! They had never seen this before.

Kate's shrill screams of panic only fed their fire. She frantically struggled, but it was no use. She heard them speaking between them in lewd tones.

"Strip her naked! I want her butt!" a voice shouted in Merkit.

"Yes! Yes! Her clothes off! Naked! Naked!" another one shouted.

"The white girl! White girl! White girl! YEs yes yes! Let's rip all her clothes off! YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA AAA!!!"

The earth-faced devils began to cheer and yap and jeer in absolute frenzy as they assaulted Kate's dress! Her topmost garments litteraly exploded in shreds of destruction! They pulled the dark fabric apart, down her shoulders and arms as they uncoved the pristine beauty of her pale torso, right down to her navel, revealing the flatness of her slim stomach, as they undid and violently got rid of her thin belt. Kate almost passed out! This was too much! Her panicked brain shut down and refused to acknowledge this was but the beginning of her ordeal and not a soul was going to save her.

The Yankee girl shrieked again!

Her bra made one last statement from Manhattan as an evil-grinning Merkit, his pitch-dark eyes filled with lust, grabbed this light token barrier. He pulled the cotton away and tore it off effortlessly, and the Merkits yipped and cheered as Kate's modest tits came into sudden display, white perky tits, the sensual rosy of her nipples right there on top on her jiggling mounds as she wriggled in their arms, hollering her pitiful wails, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks while the brigands yip-yipped.

"Nooooo! Noooooo, please! Stop! Not this! Nooooo I'm virgin! You can't I'm white! I'm a white girl! Nhhnooo..."

Kate's tits were a crude, preposterous sight under this evening East-Mongolian sky. She couldn't believe this was happening! The Merkit grinned at her as they contemplated the grace and glory of her naked bosom and the shredded ruins of her dark dress, taking the time to truly enjoy the priceless moment as their cocks rose and swole under their khaki uniform trousers. The dirty brigands were going to fuck her and fuck her good! As true as the sky above.

"Oh yes! You have a lovely pair of New York tits, young lady!"

Someone had just bellowed this in English, a man. He wasn't one of those brigands, yet he wasn't a prisoner. Who could that be?!

Kate noticed him amid the heated confusion, through the veils of her tears as a Merkit began to avidly suck her tits, filling her with terror and disgust, but giving some unwanted heat down there, as she shuddered deeply and found out with disbelief that in front of her stood a smiling old man wearing what looked like a dark, sober uniform, with a balding head and white hair... a white man?! The old creep was grinning at her with evil written all over his rat face. Who was he?!

But then, Merkit hands savagely pulled the ruins of her dress down below her hips and down her legs, and Kate shrieked at the top of her voice as they ripped off her underwear shorts and she felt their burning gaze on her suddenly exposed sex. For Christ's sake, those animals were seeing the dark vee of her vulva!

She bitterly sobbed, begging the men to please stop this as they flooded her with waves of conflicting sensations by finger-invading her pussy, caressing and licking her buttocks, her legs, her ankles... And as they promptly removed her shoes and peeled her stockings off her blinding-white legs, that mysterious creep somehow leveraged his way through the press of brigands and came right down on her tits, sucking them! Covering them with his sickening slobber... Yuck!

This creep's tongue on her nipples was even more revolting than those brigands fingering her. A lot more! She hated, hated to see that bald head and white temples under her face as the old pervert slobbered and kneaded her breasts, making them into a wet playing field for his depraved enjoyment. Wasn't he ashamed to be sixty-something and doing this with a girl not even a third of his own age?

Stanley sat on the ground, a bit on his side in a state of semi consciousness. His face was bloody and hurting, but he found himself unable to repress his secret lust as he witnessed Kate's defilement at the hands of the vile bandits.

He was getting glimpses of Kate, seeing her in the nude for the very first time; he only caught glimpses through the throng of bandits, but he knew she was naked, and this got him very hard! He had always secretly wanted to fuck his young sister, as it sometimes happens to brothers, although few actually act on it. He also discerned a different man among Kate's assailants. He was old, balding... and in the act of sucking her tits! Yuck!

That particular man wore a Navy-blue uniform, which Stanley suddenly recognized as the standard uniform worn by employees of the Trans-Siberian Express. And that man was partaking! Who was that filthy traitor? He was going to kill the bastard! What a depraved creep! Yes, he was going to kill him! And his only disappointment would be to only be able to do it once.

***

Kate’s breasts, perky and high-riding, were indeed kissed, sucked and kneaded by the old, balding man, with semi-grunts and high enthusiasm, something akin to religious fervor.

The old creep spoke again...

"Your little tits are delicious, positively delicious, young lady!" he said.

He ignored the pushing and commotion from the brigands around him and her, he didn't get tired of admiring the light-brown grace of her nipples on wide areolas. What really took the cake was the mind-boggling softness of those brownish-rosy pale circles that so gently faded into her sourrounding white skin, now all well coated by his old man's spit. He had betrayed his employer for this, after decades of lawful services. But she was worth it! Yes, oohh, God! Those tits!

Kate screamed in horror as she presently recognized his voice and his British accent. The old guardsman from the train! Suddenly, all those hands and mustached mouths from the Mongols defiling her buttocks and her sex were felt as a far lesser evil to Kate. But this old creep... No!

"I kove the delicate color of your nipples, young lady!"

Kate felt her heart turn to water as she realized this disgusting old creep was a traitor who had helped the bandits, and he was now going to...

"Nooooooooooo! Please! Please I beg you... Don't! Don't! Dooooooooooooon't!!!"

"I love the way you scream, young lady! I'm going to really enjoy this, young lady!"

The creep kept calling her "young lady" in the very same way he would always call her whenever she had the displeasure of his presence on the train. And he would always find reasons to come to their compartment. She had had no trouble guessing what he wanted from her under the thin veneer of his English good manners. The old creep! Kate shuddered at the thought of becoming his fuck, and she realized with a shock that those Mongolian bandits suddenly looked less frightening to her.

"Please, be gentle with me... Just be gentle, " Kate said to the Merkits as she looked away from that odious Mycroft; why did she have to remember his name? Her favorite Sherlock Holmes story was The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter, where Holmes' elder brother, Mycroft, makes his first appearance. The pleasure of reading it was now lost forever to Kate! Why did he have to bear that name? Why? Why? Why? It was so unfair! She was a fine girl! Why this?

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why? I'm a nice girl!" Kate said as the Mongolians nudged her into a bent-over position with their crude hands that ignored shyness.

The old man translated Kate's request in Chinese, and the bandits were suddenly very gentle with her, which greatly surprised the Yankee girl, who was of a naturally amiable disposition and said, "Thank you!" without thinking.

"You're very welcome, young lady!"

Mycroft's reply mortified Kate and reminded her she wasn't in nice surroundings.

The first bandit had his trousers down and had already slobbered his erection, a big erection. He added more slobber as a younger peer reminded him that she wanted them to be gentle. Another brigand was fingering Kate to make sure she was wet enough for a "comfortable rape" while another one was stroking her hair and speaking to her in a comforting tone, trying to tell her that they were going to be gentle, that she was a lovely girl and they were happy to give her all their love, yes, all of it, just for her.

Another man was down and caressing her feet, which he had contemplated the whole afternoon as he rode behind her. He was so happy to be touching them! At last! She was so lovely to touch and smell! He presently started kissing her feet while caressing her ankles, in absolute adoration with his cock hard and angry to be kept waiting.

Kate understood their soothing tone and gestures. Only the old guardsman kept taunting her by calling her "young lady" repeatedly and telling her how he had been dreaming of this moment and how he was going to take his pleasure, at last.

She felt weirdly aroused from being the center of all these manly attentions from the bandits, but NOT from Mycroft. She felt their strength through their touch on her and understood that the boys she had previously dated were, well, boys. She had been used to remain in control with those boys, never allowing them to take any liberties with her as she had yet to meet the real deal for her, and now these savages were getting her hot and wobbly on her legs!

These fierce brigands were nothing like these Manhatan boys in chic suits and flashy hats. They were men. Now Kate knew the difference. A tiny secret part within her was actually curious of what it was going to feel like to have those untamed men inside her. She realized her own body was acting on its own and she was wet. Soaking wet!

The bandit behind her put his thigh between her legs, causing her to slightly widen her stance, making her entrance more naturally accessible for him. He was short enough to be able to take her standing, and with a savage joy, he guided his throbbing cock at and into her unbroken entrance while his mates held her firmly in her bent-over position. This was how her virginity was going to die.

"Please, I'm virgin!" Kate instinctively pleaded and suddenly yelped a loud, "A-haa!" as the bandit growled like an animal and gently strained, pushing her unexplored folds to make way.

"Nooooo! Leave my sister alone!" begged June, who was already half naked and the object of Bilguun's unwavering attention. Yet all her older-sisterly attention was on Kate.

Bilguun felt an extreme sense of elation as he watched the younger sister getting rear-ended by one of his best men, who grabbed Kate's pure-white hips as he began to rape her like a steppe horse!

"A-haaa! A-haaa! No please! A-haaa A-haaa A-haaa, no I'm a nice girl A-haaa A-haaa A-haaa, a, a nice Manhattan girl, Aa-haaa no no! No! Nooo! A-haah-aaaaahh!.. . " Kate uttered.

Her nubile body actively responded to the forceful onslaught, making her pussy jucier and a lot more pleasurable... for BOTH the rapist and the Yankee damsel, now whimpering from her first Merkit cock, her virgin pussy broken in and properly stretched, young and supple enough to withstand the forceful ramming, no matter how strong and repeated the strokes were.

This very withstanding multiplied the Mongol's glee! He firmed his hold on her hips and grunted the full measure of his elation. Raping this white girl was so good! Even a lot better than he had anticipated! His eruption was going to be quite massive! And ohh, her skin... So soft! And she smelled amazing.

Stanley was buck-hard as he witnessed Kate's deflowering. She looked so tiny inside that circle of smiling bandits! Tiny, and naked on the long grass! He knew this was inevitable, that this rape had no choice but to happen, although he wouldn't believe it until he saw it happening right there. Right there! Something no self-respecting author would write nor even dare to hint at. He now felt an even stronger, madder desire for a fuck with Kate, an unrestrained fuck where he'd screem his elation and fill her up with all that pent-up desire! Yes, he was going to ejaculate inside Kate. Sooner or later, but the sooner the better. Dammit! He tried to free his hands from their firm bonding; not to escape. Just so he could masturbate and watch. Yes, watch!

Kate felt horrified, yet weirdly satisfied in her curiosity of knowing what it feels like to be taken by a man. It was painful, but not as much as she had feared, but she understood they had prepared her by touching her the way they did. They were not as cruel as she thought. But man, oh man, they really wanted to fuck her! She could tell from the way they were touching her.

Indeed, the bandit raping her soon forgot she had asked them to be gentle. Her pussy felt incredibly good! And if she was really a virgin, then she didn't have much of a hymen. Yes, thought that man, she was one of those girls whose first time isn't so bad. While ever feeding her whimpers with his relentless strokes, he kept caressing the softness of her skin; what a sight to behold! Her hair formed a perfect contrast against the milky-paleness of her slender back, and her small waist made her graceful hips look wide and luminous between his brown hands as he got lost in the fascinating curves of her booty. The thrill of raping a white girl was unportrayable through words. He just basked in the moment and kept blissfully fucking her from behind, the Merkit way. With her lovely feet planted on the long grass.

He kept pounding her and surrendered to the will of his body, accepting he wasn't going to last longer. He also watched his Captain.

Bilguun was himself violating June while lying down on his back and holding her waist as other men restrained the girl's arms and forced her to squat down on her rapist, with both her bare feet on one side of him, so he took her sideway where he enjoyed a magnificent three-quarter profile view on her Yankee-white buttocks, a sight that caused Bilgung's powerful erection to swell as one powerful pillar he used to impale her and force irrepressible whimpers out of the American adventuress.

June witnessed her sister's defilement while feeling the steppe's grass under her feet, and the steppe's law inside her. The Mongol Captain and his pillar imposed arousal from under and inside her body and toppled her world uspide down. The New York girl with her trendy bobbed hairstyle was now singing for the steppe and the horsemen, who were sons of the wind.

They kept June's torso in a slanted, face-away position, her dark bobbed hair marking the rhythm in short waves along with the bobbing motion of her head, while Bilguun maintained his caressing hold on her waist as he bounced her buttocks forcefully against him, on and on! Aaahh, what a rush! What a gorgeous butt she had! All this with her squatting legs and the grace of her ankles and feet... So unimpeachably white and peachy and slender! What a delicacy she was to touch! The rightful first choice of the now-half-naked Captain.

June was moaning hard, and her squatting figure gave a surreal show of legs for the Mongols to behold at will.

Bilguun the Fearless, Bilguun "the Bear of Manzhouli" had left her white blouse on her back when he enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure of stripping her naked from the waist down! Her half-naked state intensified the nakedness of June's buttocks as Bilguun kept gleefully bouncing her on his lap, in the leitmotiv of his primal joy, with loud sounds of flesh-on-flesh collisions as he grunted hard, his gaze zeroing in on her tell-tale bum crack and the ever-moving grace of her bottom-naked figure. He enjoyed this immense pleasure in the act while forcing her to whimper like a bitch.

The Bear of Manzhouli knew how to defile a white girl and crush her pride while forcing her to enjoy the ride against her will. Upon noticing she was especially responsive to vaginal stimulation, he kept pounding her in such a way as to allow the base of his strong shaft to brush constantly against that upper part of her cunt, using his healthy girth to force all those loud whimpers out of her! He gave her something she'll never forget and will always dream about from now on.

Soon enough, while being hypnotized by this leitmotiv of white buns bouncing on him in this delightful three-quarter profile, the Mongol Captain passed his edge and he frantically held June's waist through her loose blouse as he drove her hard into him, causing his exploding cock to burst as deep as humanly possible and he closed his eyes as he blissfully filled her up with his Merkit sauce!

As she got Merkitized, June's own body forced her mouth open as she suddenly climaxed while feeling that foreign semen and all this heat inside her!

One of the Mongols who stood near her while masturbating took this opportunity. He invaded her open mouth, grabbed her face and jaw with both hands in such a way as to block any ill-movement from her, and just like that, he raped her face!

June felt her throat on fire and her jaw was killing her as the savage kept force-holding her head and making her bob back and forth, using her mouth like a pussy! She was just about to retch when he trembled and shivered! And a big gush of rancid, foul-tasting sludge flooded her mouth and she was forced to swallow it all just as he exited her and gave her a flourished finale in the form of one steaming bolt of jism that beautifully landed smack on her face, coating the bridge of her nose and stickying her right eyebrow as she closed her eyes and recoiled.

Then, as she spat out some of the ill-tasting semen, the other Merkits moved her around until she was down on all fours. They preferred this more traditional form of rape. They began taking their turns inside her by order of seniority, a forty-something grizzled bandit going first. Eventually, a young bandit would also kneel in front of her and try that novel way that consisted of grabbing her head and using her mouth as a cum dump. June was in for a long night. And so was her baby sister Kate. June kept crying over her fate as she got spit-roasted between two joy-faced bandits.

Both men happened to double-fire their hot sludge at the very same time. One clinching her waist and flooding her pussy, the younger one, just a lad, screaming his bliss as he exploded inside her mouth and pressure-pinched her sore jaw, his eyes wide with disbelief as he tried to wrap his head around the unfathomable joy of filling up a white woman with his seed.

The Mongol lad uttered his detonating bliss like a happy yack under the evening sky, while June tasted him and found that younger semen tasted a little less foul.

In the background, Nadejda kept being raped doggystyle along with her twin sister Anna. Maude was shaking her head, all her limbs restrained where she remained pinned under a leecherous bandit who now licked her tits with mad frenzy just after his relief inside her. Adèle, the blonde Belgian widow, was kept on all fours and no longer felt ashamed, moaning loud and high pitched as studs from the steppe kept riding her, each man using her buttocks as the epicenter of what looked like a contest to see who get the roughest. Adèle just let her face drift and slide on that long grass under their rough love. While the French widow kept cursing under the sunset, her tits jiggling unrestrained as the bandits laughed and took their turns, each raping her brutally, often kneeling and holding her hips clean off the grass as he pounded her until the naked widow got filled up yet again, her mouth open and her eyebrows surprised and half-frowning above terrified eyes as she went on, tits jiggling and cursing against the hot sensations they kept forcing upon her along with the oceans of her grief and suffering.

In the far-Eastern background, Jan and Fade cried and sobbed in each other's arms, both naked in the Oriental paleness of their skin, their small feet a most delightful sight under the soft curves of their bottoms where they lay on their sides in foetal position, their cum-polluted raven hair never to be the same again. Stanley often took the time to contemplate the exotic girls in fascination before his gaze was ordered back to Kate and her enduring whimpers. The Mongols kept the Chinese in sporadic use now that they had white pussies to enjoy as much as their cocks would endure.

***

By this time, the bandit raping Kate from behind had long brought back his attention to this superb lass and long dumped his load inside her. He was now drinking arkhi while watching the ongoing orgy of rapes, now in full swing. As the strong liquor fired his tongue, he kept reliving his intense relief! He had raped the white lass with disbelief because her skin just felt surreal where he held her slim waist, a lass whose vagina and beauty caused him to suddenly lose control and he exploded inside her! "Uuurgghh!"

His final growl didn't sound like much, but the ejaculation felt so good that he felt all funny from head to toe and almost passed out! All throughout his final exhaust, he kept pounding her wonderfully white butt as long as he could while he blissfully spewed a large load, and he kept up his strokes inside her hot recess until the pain from his bliss forced him to stop and bask in the heat of his glory. What a relief! All his sauce inside the white girl!

Next in line was the man who had ridden behind Kate the whole afternoon.

The old guardsman cursed, but the creep was told to wait, in Chinese. The girl normally belonged first to the rider she had been roped to, then to the rider who was following. The others came after, but since he was a guest of their Captain, they had no problem with giving him the third place, as a high honor and one rarely given to a white man.

Mycroft thus impatiently waited as the second bandit took his turn inside Kate, who felt weirdly calm, now that the rape was in progress. She had been terrified when it was a horrible threat and she could hope to prevent it, but now that she was being raped, now that she was broken in, there was nothing left to do but try and endure the ordeal in the least damaging way possible. Kate's youthful body was responding in ways she found surprisingly nice and warm, and these bandits were more human and civilized than she had given them credit for. She was slightly warming to the Mongol horsemen and their cocks.

The second bandit raped Kate from behind with unfathomable delight and elation. He was also short enough to take her while standing, with some widening of his stance, but ohh! When he penetrated her, he thought of all the time he had gazed at the shapes of her hips, her sleek hair under her black hat, and got lost in the contemplation of her petite figure as he rode behind her. Now the time had finally come to ride her from behind, in the nude! He let out a wild scream of satisfaction as he sank inside the white maiden...

"aaAAAAARRHH yyYAAAAAAAHHR!!!"

And he copulated with her like a beast! He pounded her with force and purpose, imparting the venting of his cumulative lust into her shaken body, holding the crease of her hips and forcing her graceful butt curves flat against him on each stroke as he savagely shook her through and through! He kept her whimpering loud and clear, making her fear that they found out that this rough pounding would force her to climax if they only thought of pressuring her tits during this heated intercourse.

Powerless under this savage rape, Kate was unable to repress the surging waves of well-being that began to take control of her small body. Even standing barefoot on East-Mongolian soil now felt intensely erotic to the girl from Manhattan. Her intensifying pleasure numbed her sense of humiliation from being Eve-nude amid all those men.

Kate wasn't even aware she was moving herself to shift the angle of penetration and make the sexual act feel better for her while the Merkit kept pounding her, and she whimpered louder and louder as she suddenly understood, with shame, that she was nearing climax and found herself shamefully wishing for manly hands on her tits...

"A-haa! A-haa! A-haaa! A-haa I'm a nice girl A-haaa! No please! Noo A-haa! A-haaa! Touch my tits! Ooh no, touch my titties! This wasn't supposed to tits, aa-aaahhh touch 'em!"

Karen's whimpers mingled with the man's savage grunts as he accelerated his pace, then slowed down in an attempt to last a bit longer, and Mycroft the old creep caught some of her hot words and he hurried to her side and cupped her breasts from under, putting some firm pressure on her soft baby fat, and this caused Kate to suddenly explode in one big blast of weightless bliss from deep within...

"A-haaa, aaaah aaaaaaaaahhh Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh no-no My God! Aaaa aaaah my G'd!!!"

Kate groaned as grenades of ecstasy went off inside her small body with her cunt and tits as the Trinity epicenter. It was So intense! A rolling fire from Heaven! She repeatedly rammed herself against the bandit, blinding him with the ungodly whiteness of her butt, signing the warrant of his blissful death inside her. Her pale buttocks now looked wide and all-female against her waist, the center of his world as she exploded with moans of forced bliss, not realizing that those hands on her tits belonged to Mycroft.

In that last split-second only known to men, that wonderful split-second when a man is going to ejaculate no matter what, the bandit's mind was flooded with quick flashes of pictures featuring that lovely white wench. He saw her again when she was walking in front of his horse, barefoot in her black dress under the bright afternoon sun, the shapes of her clothed hourglass figure tantalizing him with her diminutive charms, then veiled, now unveiled, now that he was banging her flattening butt against him, living the dream!

And then all Heaven broke loose as he screamed his echoing joy against the orange sunglow bathing the Western clouds...

"White girl!!! White ass! AAHHAA RRHNNNNN NNNNNNNHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DJD GGHHGH HRRR... "

He emptied all his stock of semen inside Kate. Heavy bolts! Rich cream of Merkit heat! At last! At last! They had stopped the train, boarded the train! And now, now! He was inside her!

"Ahh, tsagaan okhin!" he screamed while forcing out the last tiny bit of his epic ejaculation. The white girl!

They had won! Yes! They were now teaching those white pigs that whatever was physically doable could happen, including the gang-rape of their precious daughters.

The panting bandit, his balls fully emptied, let his legs fail under him and fell down on his knees, where he grabbed Kate's splendid butt with both hands and pressed his sweating face against her prodigious whiteness, still unable to believe what he just did, not even believing he was now pressing his face against and kissing a white girl's bottom.

Mycroft shouted, "My turn now!" and he rushed at Kate and "helped" the relieved bandit by pushing him out of his way, which was insulting to a Merkit rider coming from a stranger, but the bandits were so intensely caught up in the act of gang-fucking the girl that they all brushed it off as boys-will-be-boys stuff. And besides, this old train chief had been instrumental in making the attack easy for them. Let the old bugger have the girl he wished!

The old guardsman, who had stripped himself naked from the waist down, impatiently grabbed Kate's loins and shouted, "At last! At last! Now, young lady! Now!!" and he rushed his hard cock inside her cum-drenched pussy, not minding being the third man inside her.

"Hhmmnn NHHRR!" the sixty-something Englishman uttered as he penetrated Kate from behind, forcefully so and learning how tight she really was as he felt her welcoming heat and began to mount her while nudging her down on her knees, since his six feet of height didn't agree with Kate's diminutive size.

As she was moved down on all fours, Kate looked behind and screamed in horror as she realized she was being raped by the old depraved creep! She had forgotten him!

"Noooo! Not him! Not him! No! No! No! No! I'll do anything you want, but not him! Don't let him touch me, no! Don't! Dooon't!"

She suddenly jerked and tried to bolt away, and the bandits had to hold her down firmly while Mycroft, unfazed, reinserted his eager staff and began to pound her, this time kneeling behind her, where he had a solid position and grabbed the crease of her hips... Oh, Good Lord! She was so good to fuck from behind! At last! At last! What a lovely ass she had! He was now touching it at leisure while repeatedly driving himself deep inside her tight nest of heat. The pungent scent from her forced sex was like a fine sensual sauce that agreed with the main course. The deed was indeed very grossly carnal.

He was finally raping the little cute Miss from America! She was the final reason why he had betrayed his employer's trust by helping the bandits. He had given Bilguun the information about wealthy passengers and lovely daughters to fuck and sell into brothels, but he had asked for a non-negligible percent of the money plus the privilege of partaking in the subsequent rape of the female passengers.

Kate kept screaming in horror, calling Mycroft an old depraved pig as he kept pounding her in long, ample strokes, taking his time and letting the pressure build up according to its natural cycle, and June also recognized him from amid her own heated gang-rape...

"You! You! Bastard! Get off her, you bastard! May you rot in Hell with the devils of the Pit! Old pig!" June hollered, herself also getting raped from behind by a pack of bandits while Bilguun, grinning and basking in his post-climax joy, was watching the scene. Raping white girls was a loud celebration!

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ooh, young lady! Young lady! Young lady! It's so nice meeting you properly! I was dying to, huhhh, yes! I was dying to be properly introduced, hhnnyaahh! Oh, God! I love your derriere! You have a, aahhh, God! A nice round derriere, young lady! And now I'm gonna see your tits jiggle as I RAPE you! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

June could only watch in horror as that disgusting old man moved Kate around along with the bandits who helped him in pinning Kate on the ground as she kept wailing and frantically struggling and writhing while shaking her head and screaming, "Nooo! Nooo! Noo! Don't touch me, old creep! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Don't touch meee-- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh June! Rrrrhhhaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... I don't wanna this aaaa hh aaaaaaaaaaa..."

The old bastard took a precise survey of Kate's bush of black hair, and touched it and felt her mons of Venus, causing the girl to jerk and shriek on as the Merkits spread her legs out for their honor guest and she kept squealing and jerking desperately in their arms, like a freshly fished trout, arching her back and pushing her small breasts out of her chest and causing them to flat-jiggle in a way that fed the old man's vile lust. He grinned at her, his face even uglier and more evilly sinister than before.

Mycroft re-entered Kate and began the new phase of her rape, sensing that this time, he was near his finale. Reveling in the girl's frantic screams, he supported his weight on straight arms where he had a lovely view on the jiggling play of her breasts as the poor girl kept screaming at the top of her lungs, forced to watch Mycroft's rat face and his balding head and white crown of hair as he raped her with frothing slobber coming out of his gaping mouth, and dripping down on her fast-moving tits. This was so gross! He made the devil-grinning bandits look like angels.

"No! Nooo! No! Noo! You creep! Get off me! Get off me you fucking old pig! Aaaah aaaaa aaaaaaaaa Nnhaaaaooooo oooooooooooo aaaa nnhoooo I'm a good girl... Why? Why this... Aaahh aaaaa naaaooo!"

Kate uttered her chaotic litany of protests, her little head bobbing back and forth under the old creep's heavy-panting exertions, with more frothing slobber coming out of his gaping mouth and onto her. She closed her eyes and tried to un-see him, but his creep's evil face proved even more vivid and uglier in her mind, so she opened her eyes again and shook her head frantically as she wailed on, making her field of vision a blur of horror and debasement while her lithe body was now a pleasure sack for the depraved creep. And he kept hammering her, shamelessly, basking in the fruit of his treason.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take this! Take this, little Mademoiselle! Yes! Yes! Nice meeting you, young lady! And now, yes! YES YES YES YES YES, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRHR UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHH NDJJ GOOD LORD! AAH-YEAHHH! This was worth it!"

Amid the bandits' heated jeering, Mycroft's fuse reached the round time bomb of his absolute joy. He blew up inside little Kate, who had to witness the twisted deformity of his devilish grin, as he emptied himself inside her, every pore of his leathery face exuding his sordid joy as he bobbed above her and pounded her with unrestrained abandon, as long as he could and always watching the jiggling tumult of her flattened tits where she lay powerless to stop this... this abomination! She wanted to die!

The depraved old creep contemplated the youth in her wide areolas and the gentle light-brown dance of her nipples as he finished dumping this massive load inside her, calling her "young lady" over and over again as he couldn't believe his good fortune. He remained inside Kate, panting after the eruption, sweating and contemplating his victory. Did he just gave her his semen, to this young little maid?! Did he? He realized he did while thinking of when he was seeing her on the train, fully clothed with the shapes of her tits tantalizing him from where she was out of reach for him, both socially and due to his age relative to her youth.

He then plunged his head onto her pure cleavage and polluted her virginal skin with his old slobber, enjoying those charms he had sold his soul and character for.

Then, the bandits lifted him off her and he got angry and barked at her. Two Merkits roughed him up and punched some sense of decency in the half-naked creep while others moved Kate around and resumed her ordeal, raping her on her knees and elbows, from behind as it befitted the proud steppe riders they were.

She whimpered under the lesser evil, under younger men, much more handsome men, whose soldierly-slender muscles were in full display after they stripped themselves naked, an honour they seldom gave to their victims. They were thus acknowledging her as a special girl, to be raped and fucked while giving her the direct heat from their own skin.

Kate soldiered on, she had to, enduring the barrage of cocks that sank her deeper into her debased status. The next man inside her happened to stoop down and press himself onto her. He cupped her tits from behind her as he basked in his relief, and this caused her to yap and shiver in the heat of an unstoppable climax. His intimate, shitless heat on her was something she wasn't expecting and this gave added fire to her forced bliss.

They understood she was most sensitive to that combination of vaginal and tits pressure, and each of the subsequent horsemen pressed her tits while bucking her from behind. Her body was basking against their naked heat. She couldn't help it! They were all so manly! They kept gently raping her and forcing climaxes upon her. They had heard the Chinese translation of her English request and were honoring it. There were some rules in the way they raped passengers from trains they had stopped. They had a civilisation of their own. It was centuries-old and pre-dated Gengis Khan.

The rapes felt non-stop. Kate lost any sense of where or who she was at times. June's whimpers were like a distant hum to her. The most real thing to her were the grass under her knees and elbows, men's hands on her and pressing her sensitive tits with their throbbing cocks wrecking havoc inside her.

TO BE CONTINUED.