Ana's story: Taken in the chaos (MMF threesome)

Two weeks later after the draft was announced...

In a small town nestled in the verdant hills of San Martino, a young bride dressed in a flowing white gown stood nervously at the altar, her hands clenched tightly around a bouquet of delicate flowers. The sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the faces of the gathered guests.

But amidst the joyful atmosphere, there was an underlying current of fear and uncertainty. The broadcast announcing that day's draw has just begun, and everyone were waiting for the roll call of the unlucky women to start.

As Ana Sandoval, soon to be Garcia, waited for her groom, she could hear whispers of unease and concern from the congregation.

"What if her name is chosen?" one guest murmured to another. "The draws have been increasing in length every single day. How can she say 'yes' when she doesn't even know if she'll be here tomorrow?"

As if summoned by the nervous chatter, two military officers suddenly burst into the church, their footsteps echoing ominously on the marble floor. All heads turned towards them as the room fell silent, tension thickening the air.

"Sergeant Rosas, Corporal Gómez," Ana breathed in horror, recognizing the two men. They had been a part of the local militia since their early twenties, and she knew them both well enough - Juan and Pablo.

Ana's heart dropped as the men stepped forward, their faces sombre and official. They marched straight to her, stopping just a few feet away.

"Ana Sandoval." Juan announced in a stern, businesslike tone. "Your name has been drawn in the draft." His words hung heavily in the air, echoing off the walls of the silent chapel. The world seemed to blur around Ana as her breathing grew ragged and quick.

"N-no! It can't be!" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Ana's father rushed to her side, his voice trembling with emotion as he pleaded with them. "Please, not today! Can't you see she is about to get married? Give her this day, at least!"

Juan and Pablo exchanged a brief, considering look before turning back to Ana's father. "That won't be necessary, sir," Juan stated matter-of-factly. "According to Article 23, Section 2 of the Draft Act Amendment, a draftee cannot postpone service registration for civil marriages. We have no reason to postpone the ceremony."

With that, the two men grabbed hold of Ana, ignoring her pleas and the shocked cries of the wedding party. "Please don't do this," she begged as they began to drag her down the aisle toward the front entrance of the church. "Let me go! Let me go!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the ornate stone walls as they passed the pews filled with horrified guests.

Tears streamed down her face as they **** her to the front of the church, where her betrothed stood frozen in shock and disbelief. Juan and Pablo stopped a few meters from him. "Fine. You have permission to kiss your wife goodbye," they offered. As he began to approach Ana, she saw the fear and pain reflected in his eyes. But before their lips could touch, Juan spoke up once more.

"But only with your lips," he warned sternly. "No hands. No holding. Just a kiss. She is now state property, and we can't have any tampering with military equipment."

With tears in their eyes, Ana and her fiancé shared a final, bittersweet kiss. Then, with a heavy heart, she allowed them to pull her away once more, out of the church doors into the bright sunlight beyond.

Ana was taken to a car before she was **** into the backseat, Pablo climbing in next to her while Juan took his place behind the wheel. The car's engine growled to life, and they set off on the road winding through the countryside. She gazed emptily at the scenery passing by outside, her eyes clouded with sadness and dread. Her future—her dream of a happy marriage and a loving family—had been shattered in an instant.

What Ana didn't know, however, was that Juan and Pablo weren't actually representing the army. They had used their position in the militia to intimidate, hoping that grieving families will give up their girls without thinking it through rationally.

Pablo had always a thing for Ana, having grown up together. When she announced her marriage, he was devastated, but the chaos of the draft had allowed him an opportunity. He couldn't bear seeing her married to another man and conspired with Juan to steal her away, using the draft as cover for his own desires.

After driving for about thirty minutes, Juan slowed the vehicle and veered off the road. Ana snapped out of her sorrowful reverie, realizing they were now surrounded by trees and bushes, far removed from the main highway.

She heard Juan cut the engine as he pulled to a stop in a remote, isolated forest clearing. Juan got out immediately and yanked open Ana's door.

"Come on, get out," he ordered, his voice cold and menacing. She did so, her legs shaking with fear, stumbling as she attempted to regain her footing. What had these men planned for her? Why had they stopped here, instead of a military camp to be registered?

Juan and Pablo wasted no time, giving her no time to think. Grabbing Ana by the arms, they led her further into the clearing, stopping near a tall tree with sturdy, low-hanging branches. Her heartbeat raced like a jackrabbit's as she realized they had brought rope with them, coiled around Juan's shoulder.

"You know, Ana," Pablo began, speaking casually, "you're wearing too much." Before she could react, he lunged forward, tearing off her white gown with such **** that the delicate fabric disintegrated beneath his hands. The other pieces followed as the men shredded everything off her, leaving her trembling in the cool breeze, her innocence hidden only under the seductive white lingerie she had intended to wear for her new husband on their wedding night. In the distance, Ana could hear birds chirping, oblivious to her plight, the rustling of leaves in the gentle wind serving as a cruel reminder of the harsh reality that surrounded her.

She trembled with fear as Pablo grabbed her hands and tied them together with the rope, slinging the other end over a branch and pulling it tight. Her hands pulled over her head, she was **** to stand on her toes as he tied the rope around the base of the tree. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded.

"Stop, please! Don't do this to me. Please, let me go! What do you want with me?" Her words echoed in the eerie silence, unanswered.

"I'm sorry, Ana," Pablo murmured in her ear as he checked the rope tying her wrists above her head. His warm breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "But you're a draftee now, and we are the draft. Lucky me, getting my childhood crush." The reality of the situation crashed over her, overwhelming and terrifying. Her fate was sealed; there would be no escape from whatever horrors awaited her.

He walked around and looked into her frightened eyes. Without a warning, Pablo slapped her across the cheek with the back of his hand. Ana cried out in surprise and pain, the stinging sensation on her skin an unexpected shock. As he stood back and admired his work, the red mark on her cheek glared like a badge of humiliation. It was then that Juan walked close, unzipping his pants, freeing his half-hard cock from its confinement. With one hand, he gripped the member, pointing it right at Ana.

"This is what we'll do first. You should learn who owns you now." His sinister intentions made Ana feel sick with dread, yet deep within her belly, she also felt a tingling warmth. The thought of what was going to happen made her body react involuntarily, against all rationality. She couldn't comprehend why her body would betray her in such a manner.

He slowly approached Ana until his throbbing penis touched the soft skin of her thigh. She winced in disgust and discomfort as his fingers reached around to unclasp her bra, setting her supple breasts free.

"Those are some nice tits. Nice big pair," he whispered in her ear as his hand started to fondle them, touching every inch and teasing her hard nipples. The unwanted intimacy of his touch made her body tremble, an involuntary response that infuriated and terrified her simultaneously.

"Oh, look," Juan continued, a smirk on his face. "They like being groped. And to think you could have spent your life with someone else. Not anymore."

He stepped back and spat, thick saliva landing squarely on her left tit before sliding downward, a slow trickle that left a wet trail in its wake. Repulsed and ashamed, Ana wanted nothing more than to wipe away the evidence of his disdain, but her bindings left her helpless. **** to endure it, she could only feel the fluid descend toward her hard nipple as the cool breeze brushed against her skin, intensifying her acute state of vulnerability and humiliation.

"Don't worry. We will take good care of you." Juan remarked with a wicked smile as he reached for Ana's panties, pulling them down to reveal her most intimate area, leaving it tangled around her ankles. Despite her resistance and struggles, she couldn't deny that her body was starting to betray her. She whimpered softly, hating herself for it. How could she respond to his touch, when just moments before, she had been standing at the altar, ready to exchange vows with another? But Juan seemed to pick up on her growing arousal, fueling his determination to exploit her further.

His middle finger found her opening, gently rubbing along the folds. Ana couldn't hold back a moan, her body responding against her will as she became increasingly aroused despite her inner turmoil.

"I love how you respond," he said, continuing to rub his finger between her labia. "You pretend like you don't want this, but your body speaks the truth. Look, you're wetting yourself!"

"No... I..." she protested weakly, knowing deep down he was right.

To prove his point, he withdrew his fingers from her slit. A clear strand of liquid connected his finger to her vagina, showing just how aroused she really was.

"This is proof, right?" He held it up for her to see before popping it into his mouth, sucking on his finger like it was a piece of candy.

Ana blushed deeply and looked away, unable to face the undeniable fact that he had stirred something within her, even if it was unwillingly.

Without wasting any more time, Juan stepped closer to Ana. With her legs spread wide apart, he gripped the shaft of his rock hard dick, guiding it towards her glistening cunt.

"No! Stop!" She cried out. "It's my wedding day! My husband deserves to have my virginity!"

"Not anymore," he said cruelly and pushed his thick erection against her pussy, parting her untouched hole with his tip as it twitched, eager to get inside her warm, inviting depths.

"Wait! We agreed I was going to do this first!" Pablo called out, stepping out from behind her. His voice strained, Ana realized he must have been playing with himself while watching Juan touch her. A wet stain could be seen on his briefs as he pushed Juan away from her.

"Fine, fine. Have fun." Juan grumbled as he backed off. Then, after looking at Ana one more time, he reached out to flick a nipple as he turned around. She yelped, but it left a burning desire spreading from her breast.

Pablo didn't waste a moment and, having freed his cock already, moved into position. Without a second thought or preparation, he gripped her hips roughly, aligning himself with her exposed cunt, and slammed his massive tool deep into her core. Ana's scream pierced the air as his immense size stretched her wide, her hymen disintegrating before the intrusion.

"Such a little whore," he taunted, relishing in her discomfort. He withdrew almost completely before slamming into her again with relentless ****. Ana writhed against her bonds as Pablo repeatedly pounded into her without pause or mercy. The roughness of his **** left her feeling raw, her insides burning with the intense friction, her cries of pain muffled by the fabric stuffed between her teeth. Time seemed to warp as the pain became a constant companion, unrelenting and inescapable.

"Fuck you!" She tried to yell, but only an unintelligible moan came out. To her shame and frustration, despite her fury towards her captors, her body betrayed her as she climaxed, tightening around the intruder buried deep within her. She howled, her body shuddering, her body contorting and lifting her toes from the forest floor.

"Now you've done it!" Juan bellowed as he joined the fray. "We need to teach this bitch a lesson!" He pushed Pablo away, dipping his penis into her wet folds, lubricating his cock with her juices. Satisfied at its slickness, he waddled behind her, forcing his lubed-up cockhead into her unsuspecting asshole, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion. After pushing his penis head in, he immediately began thrusting into her tight hole, not caring about her protests as he began pounding her from behind.

**** to balance precariously on her toes due to the rope suspending her arms high above, the added weight of Juan's body slamming into her ass made the situation even more difficult to endure. His relentless **** was a painful onslaught, each violent thrust sending shockwaves of agony coursing through her, causing tears of suffering to spill down her cheeks, her screams filling the clearing with the sounds of pure misery. The searing anguish of being stretched and violated was excruciating, leaving her body struggling to bear the weight and torment of his attack, her entire being quivering with a potent combination of pain and exhaustion. Time stretched on endlessly, her mind trapped in a haze of desperation and distress, clinging to the hope that this ordeal might soon come to an end, yet fearing it may never cease.

Just then, Pablo decided to reassert his claim on her and reenter her from the front. Together, they began relentlessly ramming their cocks inside Ana's two holes, reducing her to an animalistic level of grunts and groans as they worked their way in and out of her body. Ana could barely form a coherent thought, her mind blurred by the intense physical sensations that overwhelmed her.

As Pablo furiously pumped into her, his balls flapping against her taint with wet slaps, the pressure within him finally boiled over, releasing a splurge of cum directly into her unprotected womb. Filled with despair, Ana screamed, her **** cry echoing through the clearing only to be ignored, knowing that her fate was sealed. Her chance at motherhood now rested with these two strangers, and all she could do was surrender to their desires, powerless to resist.

With the intensity of Juan's thrusts reaching their zenith, Ana suffered another humiliation as he injected his hot cum directly into her depths. She closed her eyes as his sperm filled her ass, flooding it with its warmth. This act marked an irreversible transformation within her, claiming ownership of her body and breaking the last of her spirit.

They took her relentlessly, at first with her still tied to the tree, then cutting her down and fucking her on the forest floor, before finally moving her back to the car, where she alternated between riding cocks in the backseat and getting bent over the bonnet for the rest of the night.

By the early morning, they were done with her, both men drained and emptied. A thick stream of mixed fluids dripped from her loose ass and gaping pussy, pooling beneath her thighs. She was a shell of a person, empty and lost.

When they returned her to her family, stating a case of mistaken identity in the draft, the family were so overjoyed that they did not even question why she was returned naked, her body covered in hickeys and bruises, her mind broken, her holes leaking. They covered it up, hoping the groom would still take her as his wife, which he did. And a few months later, when she felt a bump growing inside her belly, she knew with an inner certainty that one of the two men that **** her had fathered it, the gallons of cum they had pumped into her that night far eclipsing any chances that her husband had conceived it.