Catalina's story: First night of Draft

The night air was still and silent, save for the sound of footsteps approaching. A knock on the door broke the eerie silence, and Catalina rose to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. Her parents were sitting nearby, their faces pale and drawn with worry.

"Open up," came a voice from the other side of the door, stern and authoritative. Catalina's hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her mind racing.

As she opened the door, a group of soldiers stood before her, their faces stony and unreadable. She glanced at the name on the slip of paper in one of their hands.

"Catalina Fernández," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "That's me."

The soldiers nodded and stepped forward, grasping her arms and pulling her out into the night. Catalina's parents rushed to the doorway, their faces stricken with fear and anger.

"Please!" her father cried, his voice breaking. "She's just a girl! She's not ready for this!"

The soldiers ignored him, marching Catalina down the street and towards the waiting truck. She was shaking, her entire body trembling as the gravity of the situation sank in.

She was tossed unceremoniously into the back of the truck, along with several other women who were either crying, shaking, or trying their best to maintain their composure. The doors slammed shut, the lock clicking ominously.

The engine roared to life, and the truck began its journey towards the military camp, the destination unknown and terrifying. The journey seemed to last an eternity, each bump and jolt amplified by the tension that hung thickly in the air.

As the truck finally came to a halt, the women's hearts raced, their bodies tense and nervous.

The doors were thrown open, the soldiers roughly grabbing the women, forcing them out of the truck and onto the dusty ground. Catalina was marched into a large tent, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Inside the tent were a large number of women, each freshly snatched from their homes, still dressed in their own clothes.

Catalina's eyes widened at the sight of a young woman dressed in bridal garb, her white veil still draped over her head. She had clearly been ready to marry the love of her life at the altar when the soldiers came to collect her.

Another woman, dressed in a modest religious outfit, her hair neatly tied back in a bun, stood trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"Even the nuns?," Catalina thought. "They're not even sparing the holy?"

She had steeled herself upon notice of the draft, hear her name be read out, but this...this was beyond comprehension. These were women's lives, their futures, being thrown away like they meant nothing.

Catalina's blood boiled, but her anger was soon replaced with fear as a commanding officer entered the tent.

"Welcome, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You have been brought here for one purpose, and one purpose only: to keep the army men happy. They're risking their lives out there, and the least you can do is offer yourselves to them. Now, all of you open your shirts or blouses or whatever, but make sure your tits and cunts are out. The selection will begin shortly."

With shaking hands, the women obeyed, unbuttoning their shirts and dresses, revealing their breasts and mounds. The officer walked down the line, leering at the women, his eyes filled with lust.

"Oh, yes, we'll have plenty of fun with you lot," he sneered. "Now, I will go first. Who's the prettiest?"

One of the soldiers pointed at a young woman, her dark hair falling in waves down her shoulders. She was wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, her skin glowing with youth and innocence.

"Good choice," the officer nodded, his gaze predatory. He grabbed her by the neck, exiting the tent, dragging her along with him.

The rest of the women could hear her screams of fear, her voice echoing through the night air. The other soldiers snickered, their voices cruel and mocking.

The minutes ticked by, and one by one, the soldiers lined up by rank to pick their victims, dragging them off to their tents. The bride to be was among the first, the soldier's rough hands ripping her veil from her face. She cried out, begging him to let her save herself for her husband, but the soldier just laughed and slapped her, the sound reverberating through the air.

"Don't worry, you're going back to him after I'm done. He might even be grateful once I teach you a few tricks," the soldier chuckled.

Catalina stood, trembling, her body numb with fear. She watched as woman after woman was taken away, the sound of their pleas filling the air. Before long, it was her turn.

The soldier who approached her was tall and broad, his features sharp and unforgiving. His dark eyes scanned her, his lips curled into a cold smirk.

"You," he growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. She could feel his hot breath on her face, his musky, sweaty scent filling her nostrils.

"Let me go," she whispered, her voice quivering.

"Oh, you're feisty," he grinned, his eyes flashing. "I like that."

He dragged her outside, the cool night air doing nothing to calm her racing heart. The soldier led her to his tent, tossing her inside unceremoniously. It was a shared accommodation, a few other soldiers milling about, some already busy with their chosen whores.

Catalina looked up at the man looming over her, his presence dominating the space. He was massive, his muscular frame accentuated by his uniform.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you?" he sneered. "I'm going to have fun with you."

Before she could react, he grabbed her shirt, pulling it off her shoulders. He licked his lips, his gaze filled with lust. He then tore off her dress and underwear in short order, leaving her completely naked before him.

"No! Please, don't do this!" she begged, tears streaming down her face.

He ignored her pleas, pushing her onto a bed and spreading her legs. She could feel his rough hands roaming her body, his fingers tracing her curves.

"Time to serve your country, bitch," he hissed, his voice dripping with lust.

He pulled out his cock, a dripping, throbbing shaft, and lined it up against her entrance. Catalina gasped, her mind racing. She tried to squirm away, but his grip was firm.

The soldier laughed, thrusting into her.

She let out a scream of pain and shock, his cock stretching her unlubricated walls as he impaled her. She could feel him tearing through her, her body struggling to accommodate his size, the friction burning her sensitive flesh.

Catalina cried out, her body tensing as he pounded into her, his cock rubbing her raw. He grunted and groaned, his voice harsh and grating.

"Yeah, that's right," he snarled. "Scream for me, bitch."

His words sent shivers down her spine, her mind reeling from the violation. She could feel his hot, sweaty skin against hers, the scent of his body overpowering.

Catalina struggled to breathe, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes widened as the soldier leaned forward, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. She let out a scream, her body writhing beneath his.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, his voice low and husky. "You're a tasty piece of meat, aren't you?"

Her pussy clenched at his words, her body responding against her will. She could feel her arousal flowing between her legs, his cock sliding in and out with increasing ease.

She reached out, grabbing at the bedsheets, her hands grasping for anything that would anchor her in this sea of torment and pleasure.

The soldier grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "That's it, whore. Take my cock. You're fucking mine now, and I'm gonna use you till you break."

She gasped, the pain shooting through her scalp cutting through the haze of pleasure enveloping her. She pushed at his abs, desperately trying to push herself off his cock, body straining to turn around and run. She succeeded, his cock slipping out of her, a gush of her own juices and his pre-cum pouring out and onto the sheets below her.

She twisted, a cornered animal, her gaze darting about as she looked for an exit, her instincts screaming at her to flee. She made it two steps out of the tent, the cool night air washing over her flushed, naked skin, when the soldier grabbed her from behind.

He was fast, faster than she had expected, his arm wrapped around her neck, his free hand moving between her legs, fingers entering her exposed pussy.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace. "We're not done yet."

He pistoned his fingers in and out of her, the sudden, unrelenting stimulation causing her knees to buckle, her body collapsing under her own weight.

The soldier kept his arms around her neck, holding up up, **** her. She gasped for air, her hands clawing at his forearms, her nails leaving trails of red on his skin, but his fingers continued its ****, wet slopping sounds filling the air as he finger-fucked her.

"Yeah, that's right," he breathed, his voice ragged and heavy. "Fight me, you fucking whore. It just makes this better." He laughed, the sound cruel and mocking.

She struggled to break free, but she was running out of oxygen, her legs refusing to stand amidst his relentless fingering. She felt her body surrendering, her mind clouding over, her limbs going limp. She blacked out, the soldier's arms the only thing holding her upright.

When she came to, she was back in the tent, lying face down on the bed. As her senses returned, she reeled, the sensation of a cock buried deep in her pussy jolting her awake.

"Wha-? What's happening?" she gasped, her throat burning from the strangling she endured

"Oh, good, you're awake," came the soldier's voice, his tone smug and condescending. "I was starting to get bored."

Catalina struggled to gather her thoughts, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. The soldier was lying on top of her, his cock buried in her pussy, his weight pressing her into the bed.

"What did you do?" she cried, her voice strained and ****.

"Nothing you didn't like," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

She tried to push herself up, but the soldier grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

She squirmed, but his grip was too strong, his body too heavy. She felt his cock harden inside her, his breath growing more ragged as he began thrusting into her again.

"No! Please!" she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, stop!"

The soldier ignored her, his cock plunging in and out of her, his rhythm steady and insistent. She could feel her pussy stretching around him, her body yielding to his demands.

Catalina screamed, throwing her face into the pillow, her voice muffled The soldier's hips slammed into her, his cock ramming into her with increasing ****. She could feel him bottoming out inside her, his balls slapping against her thighs, his grunts and groans of pleasure filling the air.

She laid there, limp and helpless, letting him use her like a toy. She had lost the will to resist, her body and mind shut down by the sensations coursing through her.

After a few minutes, the soldier grunted, his grip on her wrists tightening as he thrust one final time. She felt his cock throb inside her, his cum shooting deep into her womb.

"Oh yes, take my cum," he growled, his voice low and primal. "Give me a baby when you go back."

The warmth of his release spread through her, his cum filling her up and oozing out of her pussy, the thought of being impregnated by him made her lose control.

Catalina's vision went white, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, the intensity overwhelming. She screamed, her voice ragged and hoarse, the sound mixing with the soldier's low, satisfied laugh.

As her climax subsided, the soldier pulled out, his cock slipping out of her and spattering the inside of her thighs and ass.

"Not bad," he mused, his voice thick with amusement. "I'm tempted to keep you around, but my buddy here called dibs for a trade while you were passed out."

He gestured to the side, and she turned her head to see another soldier standing next to the bed, his cock in hand, stroking himself slowly. Besides him, a dark skinned woman stood, naked and abused, her hair matted and her eyes dull with exhaustion. Catalina could only imagine this was what she looked like as well.

When her month of drafted service was over, Catalina was driven back into the town, along with a dozen other women. They were given loose slips that barely covered anything, their bodies covered in bruises and scratches. Over the weeks, Catalina had been traded multiple times, first among the men in the tent, later to other platoons as they grew tired of fucking her, before finally being sold to a highest bidder for a few packs of cigarettes on her last day, her pussy stretched and loose.

Their families were waiting for them on the streets, eager to have their girls back. Catalina's father rushed up to her, embracing her, his tears of relief and joy wetting her face. She collapsed into their arms, sobbing, her body weak and spent.

Her father held her tightly, his voice shaking with anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Catalina clung to him, her body trembling, her mind still reeling from the events of the week. She could not find the words to express her anguish, her shame, her brokenness. All she could do was cry, her tears flowing freely.

"Where's mama? Is she ashamed of me?" She asked after composing herself.

"No, your mother would never," he reassured her, though his face was pale and grey. "But the military needed more women than the draft could provide, so they increased the age limit. Your mother was taken yesterday."

Catalina stared at her father, her heart breaking. Her mother had been taken, just like her, to serve the army men and be a whore for them. She knew, without a doubt, that if her mother was not dead, she was probably wishing for it.