Marisa's story: No stone unturned

"God created women, but the draft made them equal."

Five months into the draft, among the unfortunate women that were finally picked was Marisa. As the daughter of one of the largest landowners in a farming town, she had led a privileged life, having gone abroad to study in Europe, until her father summoned her back to be married off to a suitor of his choosing. Although she was not eager for this marriage either, there was no chance of her leaving Montesoro now. After months of living under strict surveillance, each attempt at the airport turned away swiftly, she had come to accept her fate.

She and her family had bunkered down in their mansion, waiting for the draft to be over, praying each day that her name does not crackle over the radio as the results of the draw were sounded out.

She had always felt secure in the fact that her father's wealth and position had given her privileges that many others lacked. Even amidst the turmoil that had gripped Montesoro, she had never imagined that she would be touched by the draft. After all, weren't they just meant for peasants, not for those with the means to contribute to the country in other, simpler ways?

She'd gotten used to spending hours in her bedroom, idly passing the time by reading books or looking out her window at the countryside below. From up there, the world seemed peaceful and tranquil, even if she knew that outside the walls of their estate, things were far from it.

But this afternoon, everything changed. She was sitting on the bed, reading a book she had already read twice, when she heard her mother cry out. Startled, she ran downstairs and saw her parents huddled around the radio in the living room.

"What is it?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Your name...they read out your name..." her father whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. The shock hit Marisa like a physical blow, and she felt the blood drain from her face. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some sort of mistake.

But no, her name had indeed been drawn. She would likely be drafted to a naval base, the nearest military installation to her home, sent chained and gagged for the sailors to use on their long and lonely voyages. In a few hours, soldiers would come to pick her up, and there was no escaping it.

Her father hugged her close, sobbing. "Please, Marisa, be strong. It's only for a short while, and then you can come back home," he said.

Marisa closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare. But no, this was real. Her family's wealth, her privileged life, had not protected her from the harsh realities of the draft. And now, she was just another pawn in a war she didn't understand. She fell to her knees, tears flowing from her eyes. "I'm scared," she cried, trembling, overwhelmed with despair. Her heart thudded against her rib cage, and a knot formed in her throat. She feared the worst, remembering how her friends had whispered about the atrocities committed by the military.

Her mother was not as easily defeated as her husband however, and pulled her to her feet.

"No, mija, this will not happen," she declared vehemently. "We will hide you, protect you from them. They can't take you!"

The family hurried to work, hiding any recent trace of Marisa from the house, keeping her hidden and safe, at least until the sun fell.

As the sky darkened outside the window of her bedroom, Marisa felt a sense of dread washing over her. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she tried to control her breathing, to calm herself down. But her thoughts kept running wild, imagining what lay ahead in the military base that she would being taken to if she were caught. Would she survive it? What horrors would she have to endure?

And then, as if answering her unspoken question, she heard the faint rumbling of heavy trucks approaching. She could see their headlights through the trees as they came closer, growing brighter with each passing second. The engines roared louder and louder as they came up the road, echoing off the surrounding hills.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside and voices shouting orders. Someone knocked on the front door violently and demanded entry into their house. Her mother answered, attempting to persuade them to leave, but it was fruitless.

"This is the household of Don Antonio Jimenez?" a voice shouted out, "Where is Marisa Jimenez? She's been drafted this afternoon."

"I do not know! She went to her grandmother's a week ago and disappeared. We tried to find her, but she isn't replying to any calls, nor is she at her friends." Her mother was clearly distressed, her hands wringing nervously together as she faced the soldiers outside.

But these men were not convinced easily. Their leader, a tall man in a crisp uniform, pushed past her and strode inside without permission.

"You!" He yelled at Marisa's father as soon as he stepped foot in their house. "Where is your daughter?"

He shook his head, muttering apologies as sweat poured off of his brow in streams. The men shoved him aside and marched in, fanning out to search the premises.

Marisa watched the commotion from beneath her bed, trying to stifle her terrified whimpers as she listened to boots stomping up the stairs and through every room of their mansion, searching for her. She clutched her rosary tightly, praying silently under her breath for them to leave, for them not to discover where she was hidden away.

Minutes passed, turning into an eternity. She held her breath when she heard them entering her bedroom.

Her heartbeat pounded loudly in her ears, drowning out all other sounds except the creaking of floorboards as they trampled over every corner of the room. When the bed frame above her suddenly scraped across the hardwood, she realized that her hiding place would be exposed, and her heart jumped into her throat. There was no escape now.

"Wait! My daughter isn't here!" Marisa could hear the desperation in her mother's voice as the woman rushed toward her. One of the men shoved her roughly against the wall and sneered. "You think we're stupid? That girl must be somewhere. Move, bitch!" He raised his hand menacingly but her mother stood her ground bravely, though her words were tinged with desperation.

"We have money, gold! Can't you take those instead? Tell your superiors she ran away?" she pleaded.

Another soldier kicked the dresser next to Marisa, knocking it over with a crash. The crash sent her mother sprawling and the soldier grabbed her hair, yanking her backward so hard that she cried out.

"Do you know what they will do to us if we don't get them their pussy? No fucking bribes can save you now, rich cunt!" His voice dripped with hatred and disgust.

Her mother whimpered, her hands grasping at his.

"Please, have mercy. Take me instead, just not my daughter," she begged pathetically, tears streaming down her face. "Do whatever you want, just don't hurt her!"

The men paused, considering her words. The Draft Act did include provisions for family members to take the place of a relative who has been chosen, in part to discourage young women from running away from home upon being drafted.

The soldier chuckled and looked at the cowering woman before him, "you'd do that for that little bitch?"

"Yes," Marisa's mother replied without hesitation. "Just...let her go free and I'll go quietly to wherever you want."

He laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red welt on her cheek.

"You really are one pathetic whore, aren't you? All right then. Come along. Maybe they won't cut our rations after all."

Marisa's heart thumped in her chest as she watched her mother being dragged away, the guilt eating her alive. She could not let her mother do this, not at her age. If the rumors were true, the military's treatment of women was horrible and unthinkable. She would never survive it. She had to step out, she had to tell them the truth.

"No!" she cried out, bursting from her hiding spot. "Don't take her! I am who you want." The soldiers' heads snapped around, and their eyes widened with surprise at her sudden emergence. The group of armed men surrounded her immediately, staring intensely. Marisa gulped and trembled as they inspected her.

"Noooo!" Her mother wailed, shaking her head frantically. "Stay back, mija!" but it was too late.

One of the men leered, his eyes roving over her curvy body. "Now this is a nice specimen! The boys are going to love fucking this one," he snickered wickedly. "Good news old lady, your offer is rejected."

They grabbed at her, and she struggled fiercely against them, her shirt coming undone in the process, exposing her beautiful pale breasts. It bounced freely as she twisted and turned against their hands, and the soldiers whooped and cheered at the sight. She screamed as two muscular arms wrapped around her slim waist while another pair latched onto her long legs, lifting her off the ground completely as she squirmed helplessly in their grasp.

"Hold on now," the soldier that had abused her mother drawled. "Since this little cunt gave us all this trouble, I think it's fair that we get a taste first," he reached out and fondled one of her breasts. Marisa gasped and writhed in their grip, feeling his fingers brush against her sensitive nipples, which hardened involuntarily at his touch despite the fear coursing through her veins.

The rest of the men agreed enthusiastically, and their hands quickly tearing the rest of her clothing from her body, leaving her naked and helpless before them. One soldier knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide apart so everyone else had a perfect view of her pink slit and tight anus. The cold air caused goosebumps to rise up across the surface of her skin. Her mother sobbed, helpless and restrained in the back.

"Now that's a nice ass if I've ever seen one," he laughed loudly.

"Quit wasting our time," the squad leader barked. "Just fuck her already. I'm sick of listening to your stupid comments, Hernandez." His words sent shivers throughout Marisa's body as he began unbuckling his pants.

"Don't worry," Hernandez whispered, stepping forward and rubbing her pussy lips roughly with his thumb. "I'll be gentle with ya! Won't make you regret hiding from us at all!" He rammed his thick, calloused thumb deep into Marisa's pussy and began pumping furiously, eliciting screams of pain from the helpless woman as she felt herself stretched.

"Oh god noooooo..." she wailed desperately.

Hernandez merely smirked at her misery before pressing harder inside of her quivering pussy, grinding his knuckle back and forth within her depths while twisting his wrist rapidly side-to-side.

"Get that thumb out and stick something more useful in there, Hernandez!"

A chorus of laughter echoed throughout the small bedroom as the man removed his thumb, glistening wet from Marisa's juices, licking it like a lollipop. Without hesitating further, he unzipped himself and took hold of his huge, pulsating cock, stroking it a few times for good measure before aiming it directly towards her folds and ramming forwards without warning.

She arched upwards in agony and howled from the sheer intensity of it all as Hernandez drove himself deeper still, splitting open her from the inside until he buried his entire length within her core. Her walls were **** wider than they had ever gone previously, causing rivers of tears to pour down both sides of her flushed cheeks.

"How's that feel slut?! Enjoying yourself yet?" Hernandez gloated triumphantly, panting heavily between each forceful thrust of his hips. Her slick inner tunnel clenched down tightly around him, attempting unsuccessfully to expel his intruding member. "Fuckin' A! Damn that's tight!" he exclaimed happily before slamming forward once again. Marisa's vision blurred, becoming unfocused briefly due to overwhelming pain. Her eyelids fluttered wildly for several moments, trying desperately to regain focus; however her mind refused cooperation under such **** circumstances, leaving her disoriented.

"Take it easy, bitch! This is your going to the first of many once we get you back on base," Hernandez cackled joyfully while picking up speed even further, pounding faster against her tender cervix until he slammed home forcefully against her womb itself. Marisa moaned weakly, barely able to keep track anymore, simply enduring the **** and praying silently for deliverance. Finally, after several long minutes spent relentlessly assaulting her insides mercilessly, the burly man grunted loudly in climax. He jerked erratically several times in quick succession before spewing hot jets deep into her depths. Thick strands splattered throughout every corner available inside her ravaged vagina until finally subsiding somewhat; leaving thick sticky deposits pooled throughout the lower regions of her belly. After catching his breath momentarily, he pulled out slowly while admiring the mess he had created, allowing the fluids mixed together freely pour forth uncontrollably from her gaping slit.

He smiled smugly at the rest of his companions gathered nearby, all watching intently as events unfolded before them. "Enjoy boys!"

As soon as the first man finished and withdrew from within the limp form before them, another swiftly stepped up next in line ready and eager for similar action. With barely any pause whatsoever, he penetrated deep into the worn hole laid bare beneath his gaze, eliciting cries anew from its owner as fresh waves of torment washed across her psyche. Thus began the brutal **** upon her fragile body, repeated over and over continuously by different assailants.

She endured hours upon end filled tight with cock after cock, becoming progressively worse over time until nothing remained untouched or unscathed within her thoroughly defiled figure.

Then, after they grew bored of waiting in line to put their cock in her, they turned their gaze to her mother, still on her knees and trembling, tears flowing from her face.

"You should be punished too, you know, for trying to hide this pretty cunt from us." Hernandez sneered.

Marisa's mother could not speak, could not resist. They picked her up, **** her to her knees, and lifted her dress, shredding her underwear.

And so they took turns filling up all her holes as well, spitroasting the poor woman as her daughter looked on in horror, herself still stuffed with cock.

The room was filled with moans, groans, and the wet squelches of cock entering holes. Hernandez called out obscene commands like 'Suck on my cock!' or 'Get in there and taste my balls!'

Throughout it all, the women wept softly and prayed desperately to their god while enduring violation after violation, humiliation piled atop indignity as each soldier got off multiple times using whichever hole suited them best; whether it meant plunging down someone's tight asshole or jamming himself down a throat, the victim's scream muffled by the pelvis slamming into their face.

After seemingly countless rounds of vicious fucking, the officer pulled out his deflated cock and spat upon Marisa's prone, cum covered body, grinning evilly. "Alright gentlemen, let's pack up. Get the younger slut cleaned up. Let's not forget our mission here."

It was done. Both mother and daughter, bruised and battered, lay exhausted on the ground amidst pools of semen leaking slowly outward across wooden floors and soaking deeply into soft carpets beneath them. They had lost nearly everything precious within themselves; innocence forever torn away by monsters who cared nothing whatsoever beyond immediate gratification at others expense. Now nothing more than ruined shells devoid even basic humanity they lay shattered emotionally, spiritually, physically beaten senseless.

Marisa was loaded onto the truck, still naked and leaking, and driven away into the night. Her mother stood by the door, staring blankly after the truck, unmoving and unresponsive even when the servants started to clean her naked and defiled body.