Ethnic Cleansing

This is the true story of one families experience in the former Yugoslavia and was obtained during my extensive psychotherapy sessions with the principle character Marta. Names and locations have been changed to protect their identity.

Marta did not understand the war. She could not grasp how people who had lived together all their lives could suddenly turn on each other and go about destroying everything of her world. This was the reality of life in Yugoslavia. Her father Tardak had left with all the other men of the village three months ago. They had gone to the front lines to fight the Serbian forces. Her mother had not heard from him in nearly two months. The last letter arrived a few days after Marta's eleventh birthday. His letter to her said how much he loved and missed her and he wished he could be there to give her a birthday present. Since then, there had been no word from him. A few men had returned from the front after being shot or crippled. None of them remembered seeing Marta's father recently.

The war had begun several years ago and had been far away up until a few weeks ago. The front lines had moved close enough that the artillery sounded like distant thunder.

As the days had passed, the sound grew closer. More injured men began passing through the village. Last night it sounded as if the storm had moved so close that it was all around the village. This morning, Marta's mother Nissa had gathered the children in the living room, while her grandmother remained upstairs. Marta wanted to see what was going on outside, but her mother forbid her from going near the windows. Marta sat in the corner of the room with her nine year old brother Jardic and her mother close by. Her mother seemed very nervous, but kept assuring the kids that everything was going to be all right. There were now sounds of guns firing in the streets all around their house and sounds of people screaming and shouting outside.

Slowly the sounds of gun fire subsided and there were only occasional shouts. Suddenly, there was a bang at the door. The door crashed open and ten soldiers came rushing in. They had riffles and guns drawn and began shouting at their mother. "Who lives her, where are the men, who else is in the house.." Several of the soldiers ran upstairs and a few others ran into the other rooms in the house. One of the soldiers put a gun to Nissa's head and repeated the questions. Nissa, now almost in tears told the man that her husband had been gone for three months and that her mother was the only other person in the house. The children were both crying and several men returned to the living room. One of the soldiers called down from upstairs. He said there was just one old hag upstairs and that he would have his men take care of her. After a few minutes, Nissa and the kids stopped crying and became quiet. They began to hear some loud cries from upstairs. It was their grandmother. She was shouting "No, please don't, please, please...". Then there was a scream that sounded like an animal being slaughtered. It continued for several minutes and then quieted to a sound of deep moaning grunts. They too sounded like an animal, but an animal too weak to make more noise. Everyone was terrified.

Several minutes later, the men came down the stairs. Two were dragging the grandmother, and the third was carrying one of Jardic's baseball bats. The last twelve inches of the bat was covered in blood. Grandmother was wearing a robe, but it was half falling off. A stream of blood ran down her inner thighs. The men were laughing, but grandmother was white as a ghost and was almost unconscious. The soldier who seemed to be in charge told the rest of the family to get up. They all went out the door into the street. There was a line forming with the mothers and children from the other houses on the street. There was also a smaller line of boys and injured men. One of the soldiers took Jardic to the line of boys and Marta, her mother, and grandmother joined the other women. The women moved down the street toward town while the boys and men moved away in a different direction. After marching about two blocks, Marta's grandmother grew even whiter and collapsed. Marta tried to help her up, but she did not move. Once of the soldiers kicked her in the head and pulled Marta from her side. He said "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with garbage? We will have to teach you how to live like civilized people." He then grabbed grandmothers lifeless body and stuffed her in the top of a trash can. He then pushed Marta back into the line and they marched away. The group marched through the town several miles, gathering more women and children along the way. It was now almost noon as they approached their destination. It was the high school on the far side of the village.

Marta and Nissa entered the school building and walked down the main corridor. As they rounded a corner, the stood before a soldier at a table. He asked them their names and ages and wrote the information in a book. They then moved to the next table. Here there was a big pile of clothing. Once of the men told them to undress and put their clothes on the pile. Neither Marta nor her mother moved at first, until one of the men punched Nissa in the chest and stomach. Slowly they both undressed and placed their clothes on the pile. Marta was horrified. She was naked in front of these men. She placed one hand in front of herself covering her privates and another behind herself covering her rear. Nissa also tried to cover herself. One hand between her legs and one across her chest. One of the men whipped Marta with a belt and ordered her to put her hands at her side. Both Marta and Nissa complied, but Marta was now crying uncontrollably. The guard yelled at them to follow him. The entered a pair of doors into the school gymnasium. Marta was crying so hard she really didn't see what was going on. Nissa, on the other hand, saw a sight that totally shocked her. She was horrified beyond belief. The gym was filled with every girl and woman from the village. They all sat on the floor forming a circle many levels deep. In the center of the circle were several girls and women being raped by soldiers. The guard led Nissa and Marta to the back of the circle and told them to sit down and pay attention. Nissa pulled Marta to her chest and covered her eyes. Nissa looked down and trying not to view the horror at the center of the room. Several of the other new arrivals seated next to Nissa were also trying to look down away from the raping. A guard came up behind Nissa and struck her several times with a belt. He yelled at her to pay attention. He grabbed one of the girls next to Nissa, who was also not looking, pulling her backwards. He took a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and held the flame to the girls left nipple. She screamed in pain and begged for him to stop. He only laughed and told everyone to pay attention or suffer the consequences. Everyone immediately looked forward and did not dare even blink. They watched hour after hour as the girls and women were raped in front of everyone.

It was now about four or five in the morning. Nissa and her daughter had been sitting in the circle since noon the previous day. Slowly soldiers selected women from the front row of the circle and raped them in front of the crowd, then took them to the back of the circle. Nissa and her girl had slowly moved forward during this sixteen hour ordeal and were now in the front row. They sat in terror waiting and wondering would they be the next to be selected. How many more would be raped in front of them before it was their turn. Marta wondered, would she be raped first. Would she be there with those men while her mother watched. Would they take her mother first. Would she be left alone in the front row to watch these men do it to her mother. Maybe she would be spared? They had skipped several other young girls, most about seven years old and younger, but some were Marta's age or older. Maybe she would be left alone, and would just have to watch them do it to her mother. Would they just do her mother once, or would they do her twice to make up for skipping her, she wondered. She worried how she could live with herself if her mother had to endure extra torment on her behalf. Then again, they might not skip her. Not too long ago she witnessed the soldiers take turns with a four year old. It was a sickening site. That small child was killed by the abusive soldiers as they cut her privates open with a knife in order to widen her entrance so the could pleasure themselves within her. Marta was not safe with men like that running wild. She didn't know what would happen. The two soldiers finished with a woman they were currently abusing and led her away.

Three new soldiers entered the circle. They walked around slowly and stopped in front of Nissa. One of the soldiers grabbed her by the neck and said "its your turn now bitch" as he pulled her to the center of the circle. She didn't resist. After watching the scenes of rape before her for so long, she had come to terms with what was going to happen. She rolled over on her back, spread her legs and closed her eyes. The soldiers stripped out of their clothes and one of them got on top of her. He paused for a minute, just to keep Nissa on the edge of torment. Then he thrust into her. She clenched and let out a small moan as he entered her with his dry cock. He wasn't very big, but since they were both dry it was painful at first. He pumped her slowly for a few minutes and bit her nipples and earlobes. He then began pumping faster and faster. He was obviously becoming aroused as he pulled her head toward his face and jammed his tongue into her mouth as he banged her harder and faster. Marta wanted to look away, but she knew she would not be permitted to. She watched this man and her mother. It made her sick watching her mothers body being used like toy to entertain these disgusting men. They were destroying a person, a wonderful person, for a few minutes of pleasure. How could so many men to that to so many women without even the slightest hesitation. They joked and laughed about it. It was clear they did not care in the least about these girls.

She could see the pain on her mothers face and tears escaping her eyelids. Quickly the man came. The other two soldiers stood by Marta. One asked her if she enjoyed watching her mother get fucked. She didn't respond. He asked her if she wanted to be fucked like her mother. He asked, do you want both of us to do you or should one of us do your mom and one of us do you? The other soldier said, in a joking tone, maybe we should both do her mother, she doesn't look like she likes sex with men.

The first soldier replied, I think your right, but we can't let any of them leave here without fucking them, we have our orders. You do the little girl, I want to do the bitch. I want a woman with big tits to suck on while I fuck her. The soldier then walked over to Nissa and got on top of her. He was already hard and slipped his cock into her cum soaked hole. He, too, wasn't a large man in terms of size and Nissa took him easily. Nissa just laid there as he did his duty in her. Marta watched her mother lying there taking this man. She felt shame and fear. She knew she was next.

After a few minutes, the man released his seed in her mother's pussy and then got up and walked over toward his friend. I've been thinking he said, you are probably right that this little bitch doesn't like men. With that, he grabbed Marta by the hair and dragged her into the center of the circle. He pulled her head between her mother's legs and pushed her face right into her mothers cunt. Marta could feel the wetness on her lower lip and could smell her mothers hole with all the juices in it. Lick it you whore, the soldier yelled, as he punched Marta in the side. Marta nearly collapsed in pain and something in her head clicked. Just do it. Do what the men want. Don't think about it. Do it just like her mother had done. Marta moved her head down a bit and pushed her lips against her mothers outer labia. They were smeared with cum and globs were leaking out toward her butt hole. The soldier yelled at her to stick her tongue out and lick her momma's slit. Marta made her mind go blank and complied with the orders. She stuck her tongue out and slide it into her mothers pussy. She could taste the men's salty cum and some of her mother's tang. Gobs of goo covered her little tongue. It was gross, but Marta kept lapping at her mothers crotch knowing each minute was delaying her own agony. She had seen a number of her friends in the center of the circle and those her age and younger seemed to be in great pain as they were raped. None of the young girls were able to take it easily like the older women could. Take your tongue out of her hole and lick her here the man commanded as he put his finger on Nissa's clit. Marta had no clue how to pleasure a man or woman, but did as she was commanded. She licked and licked. She must have licked all the cum away because her mother was starting to taste more tangy and less salty. Her mom was starting to arch and buck her hips and moan softly. Marta must be causing her great pain after all the men had done to her. She tried to back off a bit. Nissa almost seemed to slide herself toward Marta each time she backed away. Did her mom want her to do this? Was she sacrificing herself to protect her daughter?

The third soldier came up behind Marta and flipped her over. He pulled her up so she was laying on her mother's stomach. The man got on top of them both and whispered in her ear. When I thrust forward, scream like you are in lots of pain like the other girls did when they were up here. Keep screaming and crying with every thrust I make. Do you understand, he whispered? Marta nodded her head a little and let out a quiet uh-hu. The man then thrust his eight inch tool between her legs, she let out a scream, but she felt no pain. No pain? No pain, she thought to herself. He wasn't doing it to her. He was faking it. He pumped faster and harder. Marta continued to scream and pretended to cry. With each thrust the man made, she could hear a grunt coming from her mother who was lying beneath her. He was raping her mom instead of her. Her earlier question had been answered, yes, she could live with herself if her mother took her abuse. With each grunt she heard from beneath her, she felt nothing but relief. She felt her mothers body tense, she could hear her breathing hard, sweating, grunting and taking this mans large prick. All she felt was relief, nothing for her poor mother. He began pumping harder and deeper. After a few minutes, he began to cum. As he did, he pulled out of Nissa and rubbed the tip of his rod on Marta's virgin cunt. When he got off her, her pussy lips were smeared with globs of his cum. No one had realized that he had not fucked her. One of the other soldiers then walked over to her and her mother. Was she saved by the one man only to be fucked by another? He grabbed her arms and pulled her over the top of her mother. He then grabbed Nissa and flipped her over and shoved her face in her daughters crotch. Time to return the favor to your little girl he said has he made Nissa lick the cum from Marta's preteen virgin slit. The guards then let the girl and her mother from the circle to the back of the crowd. Marta was safe. She would not endure the pain and humiliation. Her maidenhood was still in tact and she could still grow up and marry someday.

Another man approached the two. He pushed Nissa to the floor and said, get back in line. You'll get another turn on stage before tomorrow is done. Marta began to sit as well. The man pulled her up by her arm and dragged her toward the door. We have something else planned for you darling, he sneered. Marta was placed in the back of a truck with several other girls, most of them in their mid to late teens. The doors slammed shut and the truck drove away. They drove for many hours before the truck came to a halt. The doors flew open and several men led the naked girls out and down a path toward a run down looking motel. They went in a side door.

Another man was waiting inside. He had a Polaroid camera. He took a picture of each girl, asked her name and placed the picture in a book writing the girls name under the picture. After having her photo taken, Marta was led around the corner to another room. The doors opened, inside Marta could see over a hundred girls stuffed into this small room. The room was about 12 feet deep by 10 feet wide. The girls were all sleeping on the floor on top of one another. The room smelled of urine, feces, blood, cum and pussy juices. Some of the girls on the floor looked clean, others appeared dirty, beaten and bruised. In the far corner was a toilet. Marta hadn't been allowed to go since the ordeal began two days ago. Some of the other new arrivals must have been in the same situation, because all the new girls rushed across the room as fast as they could, trying not to step on any of the girls on the floor. The first girl got to the toilet and began to pee. The other girls were standing around desperately waiting their turn. After the fourth girl went, one of the remaining girls couldn't wait any longer. She pushed the girl on the toilet over. Pee went spraying onto several of the girls sleeping at the base of the toilet. Those girls got up and began pushing and cursing the girl who was knocked off the toilet who was still peeing as well as the girl now on the can taking a crap. She too was knocked off as more shoving and a fight broke out. Suddenly, a man opened the door and turned a fire hose on the room. Girls everywhere began jumping up. The cold wet water soaked Marta. She could wait no longer and who would notice. She peed on the floor where she was standing. The room was soaked and stank, but Marta was exhausted. The girls began laying back down and going to sleep. Marta laid down in the spot where she had peed and put her head on another girls stomach. Another girl laid on top of her and was resting her head on Marta's chest. She turn her head to one side. She saw a lump of crap that had landed on the floor during the fight. She turned her head the other way. Marta passed out.

Several hours later, Marta awoke to the sound of a horn. All the girls jumped up and the door opened. The man who had sprayed them with the fire hose walked in and shouted, we're open for business ladies. Make your self pretty for our guests. The girls began filing out of the room and down the hall towards some showers. As Marta waited in line, she asked the girl in front of her what was this place. The girl said it was a whore house. Marta didn't understand. She was only eleven and had grown up in a small village. The only thing she new about sex was from the raping she had witnessed the night before. Marta asked the girl what a whore house was and what are we doing here? We're the whores you stupid bitch, the girl replied. We're here to be fucked, and fucked and fucked until we get pregnant and a Serbian baby pops out of your cunt you stupid whore. What are all those little lines covering your body from, Marta asked the girl. They are tattoos you stupid whore, the girl replied. They tattoo us every time they fuck us. See, these lines on my thigh? Each line is from being fucked. The green ones are for when 1 man fucks you. Blue is two, Orange is three, red is four, pink is five..., and black is when ten or more men fuck you at once. The ones on my face are for when they cum in my mouth and the ones on my back and butt are for when they fuck me up the ass. The three green circles on my stomach are for the three babies I've had in this whore house. How long have you been here, Marta asked the girl. I think three years she replied. I've had three babies and I was only between each pregnancy a few weeks before I got knocked up again. That's easy to do in a place like this when they are putting black lines on your legs every night. Marta was horrified. Her savior the night before had only saved her for about 22 hours of virginity. Not much of an extra childhood.

After showering, Marta was given a short robe to put on and led to a waiting area. The man from earlier appeared and began calling girls names. Marta waited for about a half hour and her name was called. The man led her through some doors where four soldiers were waiting. One of the men took her by the arm and they went down the hall to one of the motel rooms. They walked in and one of the men shut the door. They took some food out of a box and began eating. Marta was sitting in a chair by the bed by herself. One of the men came over and offered her a piece of the chicken they were eating. He went back to join the others. They were drinking some Russian vodka and smoking. One of the men pulled out two coins. He said "I'm heads heads" he laughed. Each man called their sign, "I'm tails tails" said another. After they each had called their sign, the first man flipped the coins in the air. "Tails Heads" he said. The man who called "tails heads" walked toward Marta and led her to the bed. He took the robe off her and pushed her gently back onto the bed. She laid down while he took off his clothes. He got into bed next to her. He began kissing her and running his hands down between her legs. She lay motionless knowing what was coming. There would be no escape tonight. She tried to prepare herself by making her mind go blank. He was rubbing the front of her hairless slit. Then he moved between her lips and began pressing. He rubbed and pushed for a while, then reached up and put his middle finger in his mouth. His hand returned to her slit and his wet middle finger pushed harder against her hole. He pushed again and again. Dame, you're tight, he said. He slid down so his face was at her cunt. Holy Shit, he exclaimed. Another of the men asked him what was up. She's a fuck'n virgin, he said. I'm gonna get to pop the cherry on a fuck'n virgin. With that, he pulled his hand from her cunt and got up and stood by the side of the bed. He took her head and pushed it toward his cock. Suck it, he said. He pulled her head to his waist. Now half hard, he popped it in her mouth. She didn't know what to do. She froze and didn't move. He took her head and began pulling it back and forth. Do it, he said. She got the idea and started bobbing her head slowly. The man grew hard in her mouth. What he was doing to her made her sick. She gagged and almost vomited. He pulled out of her mouth. Good she thought, but she was wrong. He pushed her back down and got on top of her. He was as hard as stone and his rod was at her crack. He didn't have a particularly big dick, but to an eleven year old virgin, it seemed massive. He began to push. It hurt and as the tip entered her preteen groove slightly. Pop her, one of the others said. She looked over toward the man. The other three were all watching her. They were going to sit back and enjoy her life being destroyed as if it were a comedy on TV. The man on top of her gave a mighty thrust. She heard a whistling in her ears and everything grew dim. Everything except the pain between her legs. That's all she was aware of, an intense pain down there. She did not hear the agonizing scream that came from within herself. The man laid motionless on top of her, then pulled back a little and forward again. The pain intensified. She began flailing her head. That was the only part of her body she could move. His hips pushed forward and then pulled back slightly again and again. With each partial withdraw, she could feel her innards being pulled out. With each thrust inward, she could feel herself ripping apart further. Her innards pushed back in, stretching a little more letting him get a little deeper inside. Her virgin vagina was gripping this mans dick like a vice. It was as if his shaft had fused to the inner walls of her vagina. Oh yea, she's the tightest thing I've ever felt, the man said. That bitch last night was as loose as a beer can. She was all stretched out from those babies she had dropped. This girl was tight from crack to uterus. His precum began to wet her deep inside. The blood from her ruptured hymen was lubricating the other end of his shaft. With each small jab, more of his dick became wet and less was pulling her insides out. Then, he took one big stroke, as he pulled his member almost all the way out. It felt as if her sex organ was being torn loose from her body from the inside and was being yanked out. She had never felt such pain in her life. There was a sucking sound, and then he rammed it back in. This hurt as much as the first time he entered her. It was entirely wet now. Covered in her blood. She was still tight around his ram rod, but like oil against a piston, the lube job was now allowing him to move freely. The pain was intense as he began to pump. He jammed into her for almost fifteen minutes straight. She cried the entire time. Her mind was no longer blank. She knew what was happening. Her virginity was gone. With each thrust, she was waiting for the end to come. He slammed her harder each time until she could feel him pulsing within her. She wished he would just kill her. A few more forceful thrusts and he stopped. He laid still on top of her and just panted. She could feel him starting to go soft, his cum deep inside her. He pulled out and the second man began undressing. She's a bloody mess he said, pointing to her crotch. The man dragged her into the bathroom crying and screaming and told her to take a shower.

She stood in the shower for almost a half hour. Crying, wanting her mother, wishing she was back home and this war had never happened. The man who was second started banging on the door. Lets go bitch, he said. She got out of the shower and dried herself. There was only a little bit of bleeding still. She stood at the door with trepidation. She didn't want to go out. The door popped open and the man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the bed. My turn slut, he said as he got on top of her. Micha, you forgot to give her the training before you fucked her, he said. For the rest of your life, bitch, you will live to fuck Serbians. You will fuck us and you will have our babies. If you have a girl baby, she will grow up here with you and fuck us and give us babies. You will lick the cum from her pussy and ass. If you have a baby boy, he will grow up here and fuck you and his sisters. You will have his baby and when he is old enough, we will send him to the front to kill your father and brothers. If he dies in battle, we will laugh at his stupid ass. If he lives, we will bring him back here and tell him to fuck you whores and he will do it with us. Never knowing the whore he fucks is his mother. Listen to me bitch! Do you hear me! When a Serbian wants to fuck you it is an honor. When a Serbian man says "fuck me", you will immediately take off your clothes and bend over and wait for him to fuck you. Do you understand? Yes, Marta said softly. What! the man said. Yes, she said louder. Yes what?, the man asked. I will bend over and wait for you to fuck me. When? the man asked. For the rest of my life, whenever a Serbian man asks. "Fuck me" the man says. Marta turned away from him on all fours and pointed her crotch up at him. She dreaded what was coming next, but having witnessed so many women abused, she knew it was useless to resist. Her mother taught her it was better to submit. He got behind her and pushed his cock into her. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as the first man. He put it in and began to pump. The other men were at the other end of the room still drinking. He fucked her for a while and then he came. He knelt there for a while, letting every last drop of cum work its way into her cunny. Her mind began to wander. She sat there wondering if he would be the father of her first baby, or was she already pregnant by the first man? Who knows who the father will be, the girl in the shower was right, she will be having a baby soon.

The third man came over and told her to suck it. She did so without hesitation. Fuck me, he said. She turned and offered herself to him. He put is rod in her already wet snatch and began to fuck. He was a little drunk and he lasted about 20 minutes before he came. She was disgusted by the man, all the men, she felt as if she were going to go insane. She remembered a day ago, she was embarrassed to be seen naked. Now that didn't bother her. She just wanted the abuse of her body to end.

The forth man came over and told her to roll over. She laid on her back with her arms at her side. He sucked on her flat chest for a few seconds and then he said "fuck me girl, spread your legs and offer your self to me". She spread her legs and waited for him to enter her. She was no longer crying. She had adapted to her life as a whore. He got on top and fucked her endlessly. He had been drinking now for the last two hours. He would get hard and pump her, then go soft and not be able to finish. He'd lay there for a short while and then tell her "ask me to fuck you". She would say "fuck me" and he would resume. He stopped again and laid on top of her, resting. She wanted this to be over, but it kept going. He couldn't finish the job. She knew she had to do everything and anything she could think of to make this man cum. To get this man off of her. This time she said it on her own, "fuck me". She tried her best to sound like she wanted it. She wanted it to end. She said "fuck me, but she meant "kill me". That was her secret way to deal with this invasion of her body and destruction of her soul. Transpose the words from her mind to her mouth. That's what he needed. He needed to hear her ask of her own free will. He fucked her and began pumping harder than any of the other three men. He came and pulled out. He got over her face and put it in her mouth. He told her to suck him dry. She took him into her mouth and did as he commanded. She swallowed what cum was left in his shaft. By this time the other three men were asleep. The forth man took her, put the robe back on her and led her back to the motel lobby. As she walked, she could feel the cum from the last three men leak from her hole and drip down her legs.

He turned her over to the man at the desk. All four of us fucked her and three of us jammed it down her throat, he said to the clerk. The clerk made a note on a tablet and led her into the next room. He handed the note to the tattoo man, who promptly gave Marta her first two tattoos, a small pink line on her face and a small red line on the inside of her legs. He then led her back to the waiting room. The clock said 1 am. She had been gone for four hours. The girl she had talked to earlier was sitting on the bench. Marta walked over and sat beside her. How was it, she asked? It's over Marta said. The man at the door called out "Marta, you have a customer, front and center bitch."

Marta was led to the lobby where she met another two men. They took her to a different room in the motel. The one man pulled her robe off and tossed her on the bed. The men drank for a while, and Marta started to fall asleep on the bed. The men turned their attention towards her. They both undressed. One of them said the familiar phrase, "fuck me". Marta knew what she was expected to do. She got on all fours and pointed her pussy toward the man who had asked. The second man got in front of her. He put his dick on her lips. She knew what to do for him too. She opened her mouth and let him in. The man behind her had put himself in her sore pussy hole. They were both pumping her in unison. The man in her mouth didn't last very long. His cock throbbed in her little mouth and then exploded into the back of her throat. She swallowed the jizz and sucked him dry. He withdrew and now she only had to deal with one man. That was her goal. Get them done as fast as possible. Get it over with. The man in her cunt slowed his thrusts. He pulled out, but she knew he had not cum. He rubbed his rod against her slit and then up and against her butt hole. He began to press it into her. She didn't know what to do. He pressed, but could not enter her. He put it back in her pussy. He wasn't going to do that to her, she thought. Then he pulled out and attacked her sphincter again. He did this several times. He was using her pussy juices and the cum from her previous rapists to lubricate her bung hole and gain access. This time it had worked. He inched into her crapper, slowly at first. Once the tip of his prick was in her, he shoved it in hard. She could feel it ramming her bowels deep inside as the muscles in her ass stretched and tore. She wished he had just fucked her. This was worse. It was like having her virginity ripped open again. She found herself loosing control. Once again she was crying uncontrollably. The man didn't even notice. He just kept riding her butt. Faster and faster he jabbed until she felt the warm liquid fill her bowels. The man pulled out and pulled her head to his cock. He wanted her to suck it. This cum covered stick which smelled of feces. It had brown juices on the side and the head was smeared with a layer of brown shit. She wouldn't do that. It was too sick. He kicked her in the stomach. She screamed in pain. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head down on his penis. Suck it he yelled. She gave it about three sucks. It was the foulest thing she had ever tasted. She vomited all over his dick. The man beat her viciously calling her a fucking whore. The second man stopped him and dragged her out into the lobby before his friend could kill her. He took her to the desk and told the man what she had done. The man at the desk slapped her and told her she better learn how to like the taste of shit. No food for you tomorrow, bitch. He dragged her to the tattoo man. She now had her second tattoo on her face and a green one on her butt. She went back to the waiting room and once again sat next to her friend. About an hour later, her name was called again.

A man in the lobby appeared to be a high ranking military man. He led Marta to one of the motel rooms. As they entered, Marta could see a bunch of men. Men, the man spoke, this is Marta. I've selected her because she is fresh meat. She is still tight, so she will provide you with plenty of sensation. You should have no problems achieving your objectives. Men, get in, get out, and get the job done, the man commanded. It is now o'six hundred and fifteen. You twelve men must be out of here and back in the truck by O'seven hundred. We are due on the battle field by o'eight hundred, is that clear! Yes sir! the men replied. With that the man dropped his pants and commanded "fuck me". Marta got on the bed and assumed the position with her butt in the air facing the man. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her over the edge of the bed and lunged into her. He accomplished his task with in a few minutes and the next man took his place. Marta just laid there as one after another pumped her cunt filled with cum. Her cervix and uterus must be filled with semen. She was so tight, much of the cum from the man before squirted out as the next man entered her. When the last man finished, she stood up and he led her back to the lobby. Her crotch and legs were covered in the stuff.

The tattoo man used a rag to wipe a spot on her leg to make a space for a new black line. Marta returned to the sleeping room. The girl who she had spoke to before walked towards her. Now its over, she said, at least for today. They'll be back again tonight for you. The girl looked like she hadn't been with a man all night. I'm Lena, she said. I've got it easy now since most of the men have tired of me and my body is all used up. Lena walked Marta over to the toilet. She could barely walk after the pounding she had taken all night. Lena sat her on the can and reached into the bowl. She reached in and pulled some water up to wash Marta's privates. While she washed, Lena told Marta that she had three children. They were in the maternity ward. Two girls and a boy. What are their names, Marta asked? Names? Lena thought. Lena had not named the children. They were just her little Serbian babies. Lena washed Marta again and then told her to stand up. Marta got up and walked with her across the room. As she walked, more cum dripped from her hole. Marta started to turn back, but Lena stopped her. She said, you will never get it all out of you. Come over here and go to sleep. It will be getting crowded in here again soon. Marta had survived her first day in the brothel. This is the way every day would be for a long time. Marta fell asleep.

Jardic, Marta's nine year old brother was led to a different prison camp from his mother and sister. Shortly after he arrived, he found is father Tardak. Their life as prisoners of war went on for many weeks at the same pace. Each day, they went out in the yard of the prison where they were being held. They all lined up before the warden for a head count. Then they were led back the cells. Each room was filled with a long line of bunks. Three high and one right up against the other. Jardic shared his bunk with his father. In the bunk next to him were two older boys who he knew from school along with their father. Life was very dull, the food stank and the conditions were disgusting. One day during the daily assembly in the yard, the warden called a man and his son from the front row. We have freed you from your oppression, us Serbs, the warden said. You godless savages are freed to do your ungodly deeds. With that, two of the guards pulled the clothes off the man and his child. The warden ordered the man to butt fuck the boy. The father refused. One of the guards sprayed gasoline on the boys little pecker and lit it on fire. The lad screamed in pain and ran around with flame and black smoke coming from his crotch. Fuck that flaming faggot the warden instructed the father. Again the father refused. Another guard brought out an electric blender and put the boys hand in the top. The warden told the father to fuck him, or else. Again the father refused and the guard turned the machine on. Blood came spitting out of the device as the boy once again screamed in agony. The warden said that if the father wouldn't do it, we will do it for him. The guard then took a seven foot wooden pole. They bent the boy over and impaled his ass. Several of the guards balanced the boy as they lifted him up on the pole. They dropped the other end of the pole in a hole in the ground and left the boy suspended on top of the rod with his legs thrashing and the tip burrowing itself deeper in his rump, crushing many of his internal organs as it slid deeper into his bung. Fortunately for the boy, he quickly bled to death from the injuries to his hand.

The warden then pointed towards Tardak and Jardic and told them to step forward. Do what I command or face the consequences the warden commanded. Tardak and Jardic dropped their pants and Jardic placed his fathers limp dick in his mouth. His father began sliding himself in and out of the boys mouth. He grew harder with each small thrust. When he was fully erect, he told his son to get down on all fours. He put his full sized shaft at the entrance to his nine year old sons bung hole. He told the boy to push like he was taking a dump. Push and keep pushing his father told him. Tardak's dick pushed at the entrance to the young boys butt. Slowly he stretched the child's sphincter muscles. Finally, he was part way in. The boy was crying and shaking. Tardak told him to keep pushing. Tardak got inside the boy and went about two inches in. He pushed back and forth as slowly as he could trying not to enter the boy too deeply. Finally, he came and shot his load into the boys crack. He withdrew as the guards laughed.

The next day, Tardak stood in the yard by the fence looking away towards the distance. Jardic huddled by the building near the stairs. Several of the older boys approached him and started taunting him. Jardic - daddy's little Jardic - he's a, he's a, dick-jar. Jardic the dick-jar on of the boys taunted. Likes his fag daddy to fill his jar with dick. The boys all laughed and pushed the little lad. The warden called for assembly and everyone took their positions for the head count. After the head count, the warden ordered Tardak and Jardic to put on another show for the men. Once again the father butt fucked his son in front of everyone. The next day, the same thing happened. The following day, Tardak refused to do it again. The guards stripped the pair of their clothing and burned every last shred. The naked father still refused. The guards pushed Jardic down and forced him to take his father in his mouth. Tardak did not grow erect. Jardic sucked away, but nothing happened. Little did anyone know, Tardak had masturbated just before the assembly to prevent himself from getting hard. Jardic thought he was safe, but the warden asked if anyone else wanted to use the boy. Several of the older boys who had been tormenting Jardic stepped forward along with a man named Dukat. Mika, the oldest boy said he and his friends would butt fuck Jardic the dick jar. Each boy took his turn butt fucking little Jardic. First Mika took his turn. He didn't hold back like Tardak had. He rammed is sixteen year old bung buster up Jardic's rump. The boy was in agonizing pain. Each boy took his turn. After the boys were done, Dukat stepped up. Dukat was an older man from their town who was always considered very strange and a person to be avoided. He dropped his pants to expose a nine inch long shaft that was two inches around. The boy had been loosened up and was slick with the other boys sperm. Dukat aimed his tip at the gaping hole and just pressed it into the boy. He just kept pressing, inch by inch, slowly but unyielding, he entered the boy. When he could go no further, he yanked his staff back and then jabbed hard. He began thrusting hard. He reached between the boys legs and rubbed his hand along the boys tiny little pecker. Then he grasped the boys little marble sized stones. As he thrust, he squeezed the boys nuts. The boy tensed his entire body and the muscles along his bowels contracted. Dukat began pumping and squeezing with each thrust. The man sweat out in the hot sun pumping the poor boys rear. There were drips of blood coming from the lads bung. Dukat pulled most of the nine incher from the boy, then rammed him with incredible force. He crushed the boys gonads with his hand at the same time. With this, the pair dropped forward. The boy lost consciousness and dropped to the ground on his chest and stomach. Dukat fell forward as well. His rod slipped back a few inches until the pair impacted the ground. With that Dukat's shaft buried itself all the way. Dukats weight on the boys buns crushed them down and allowed the very base of Dukat's staff to pass the boys sphincter. Dukat came has they impacted the ground. He had never ripped a boy like this before. He was in ecstasy. Dukat pulled is limpen rod from the boys nether regions. Tardak picked his sons limp body up and took him back to the bunk.

Jardic awoke many hours later. He was naked in his cot with his father holding him tight in his arms. He could feel his fathers prick at the entrance to his butt. He was unaware that his father was asleep and having a wet dream. All he new was it was hard and starting to thrust at him. Jardic was so sore from the pounding he had taken earlier in the day. He couldn't stand another butt fucking. He turned over and faced his father. He slid down and took the rod into his mouth. He sucked and sucked. He wanted to bring the man before he would have a chance to flip him over and jam his hole. Tardak slowly grew conscious. He was deep in a dream that he was making love to his virgin wife Nissa on their wedding night. Just before he came, he awoke enough to realize what was happening. Jardic, his young son was sucking him off like no one had ever sucked him. He grabbed the boys head and tried to pull him off his manhood. Jardic panicked. He was sure he was about to be flipped over and butt banged by his dad. He forced his head down hard and deep. Sucking and licking feverishly. His father began to shoot his load. The boys mouth filled with cum. Tardak's dick thrust forward. His fathers hands reversed themselves and now pushed the boys face down on his crotch. The moment of uncontrol had taken over Tardak. He was beyond the point of rational thought. He was cumming and he had to finish. Jisim filled the boys cheeks. Neither father nor son knew what to do once the cumming stopped. Tardak laid there silently. The boy held his fathers dick in his mouth and continued to gently suck and swallow the goo that filled his mouth. Tardak didn't know what to do. He heard some of the boys from the next bunk snicker. Jardic the dick jar. Daddy's little faggy boy fucks men all day and sucks his dad all night. Tardak grabbed his sons throat. He squeezed. The boy was already gagging on sperm and now his father crushed his neck until he was dead. Tardak had freed his boy from a destroyed life. He new the boy could never return to the village. He would never marry. No woman would accept a cock sucking ass fucking fagot for a man. The other boys would remember this night and torment poor Jardic for the rest of his life. Better to end it now. Tardak should have done as the other father had. He should have let them kill the boy before he had been humiliated.

Marta awoke to the familiar sound of the horn. It was another day in the brothel. She took her daily shower and joined the other girls in the waiting room. She had experienced every form of pain, humiliation and degradation she thought possible during the last three months. Soon enough, she heard her name called. She came out to the lobby and found two Serbian women waiting for her. She had never been taken by women before. They took her to one of the rooms and gave her some food. Good food, not the slop that the girls were fed on a daily basis. They talked to her as she ate. They asked about her, her name, her age, where she was from, what her life was like before the war. Marta liked these women. They were kind towards her. No man had ever asked about her or talked to her as if she were a person. To the men, she was just meat to feed to their beasts. A cum rag used to clean their cocks and then toss aside. Her pain was irrelevant to the men. After eating, the women suggested that she join them in the shower. Marta did as they asked, but for the first since her captivity began, she felt as if she were acting with her own free will. The women stripped too and led Marta to the bathroom. The three showered together and the women both gently caressed and kissed her. They returned to the bedroom after the shower and both took turns drying her with the towel. They laid down in the bed and pulled Marta into bed with them. Marta knew where this was heading. She didn't really want to have sex with these women. In the back of her mind, she knew she didn't have a choice, but she did want to be nice to them since they were so nice to her. She was very confused about her feelings. She was having feelings. Feelings? She hadn't felt anything in months. To this point she survived by being a robot.

Me first, the tall woman said. She took Marta and guided her head down between her legs. The other woman got down next to Marta. She taught her step by step how to please a woman. Marta licked and sucked this woman's crotch. She preferred this over being forced by so many men night after night. When she finished with the one woman she started on the second. Once again she licked away at the woman's snatch. Tasting her tang as she dipped her tongue deep into the hole. She would slip it out and work her clit for a while. She stuck a finger or two into the woman and sucked away. The woman panted and moaned and got wetter as her hips began to gyrate. Marta continued to pleasure her. While she worked the one woman, the other had been rubbing and caressing Marta. This went on for so long, Marta could no longer feel the tip of her tongue. Finally, the woman pulled her from her clit up to her breasts. Marta sucked and felt the woman's breasts. Then the woman pulled her higher and began kissing her deeply in her mouth. The second woman got on top and turned Marta over. The woman climbed on top of Marta and she could feel something pushing into her hole. It was like nothing she had felt before in her life. It was a big rubber cock that was buzzing and humming. The large tool entered her and the woman began moving it in and out. The woman moved harder and faster. The tool was large. She hadn't felt anything stretch her insides since her first week in the brothel when she lost her virginity. This was not painful like that experience. She felt full inside and was enjoying the feel of the woman's body on top of her. She became aware that she was aroused. She was enjoying this. She was having sex and liking it. She was so confused by what was going through her head. How could this be. Just when Marta thought nothing could feel any more intense, the second woman turned a knob on the back of the tool. It now buzzed at an incredible speed. Confusion left her mind. Everything left her mind. The intense pleasure blocked everything out. It was like a narcotic taking the pain of her life away. She wanted it to last forever. Marta began thrusting her hips on the tool. The woman's fast pounding wasn't enough. Her head felt like it was exploding. She had never felt such pleasure. It was unbelievable. Marta experienced orgasm after orgasm for near an hour. Finally, the first woman got off her and strapped the device onto the second woman. Marta was exhausted and wanted to rest quietly in the arms of her lovers. The second woman got on top of her and pushed inside again. She was thrusting and jabbing with the tool. The first woman sat on her face while the second continued her assault. The device began to slow as did the woman on top of her after another hour. Exhausted, now Marta would rest and fall asleep in the arms of both her lovers. The first woman took the device apart and inserted some new batteries. She strapped it on herself and took the place of the second woman on top of Marta. It wasn't ending as Marta had hoped. She asked them to stop. We're not done honey, one of the women said. Please, Marta said, its starting to hurt me. I'm tired, can't we just rest together for a while? The woman laughed, we paid for your slit whore. We'll stop when we feel like stopping. The second woman pinched her nipples. She got on top of Marta and pushed the tool back in again. They took turns doing this all night. One woman, then the other. They weren't her lovers, they were customers. They were enjoying using her body. Marta wanted this finished and was starting to long for the men. At least they finished quickly. She could have knocked off twenty men in the time these woman were abusing her. Marta was so sore. Touching any part of her vagina caused her extreme pain. She had been rubbed raw by the rubber device. They had been pumping her with it for almost ten hours now. Her fun loving woman friends no longer were enjoying giving her pleasure. They delighted in the pain they were causing her. They enjoyed each agonizing thrust into the young girl. Finally, the last set of batteries died and the woman were too tired to go on. Marta was led back to the sleeping room.

Marta was sick again this morning. Her friend Lena said she was probably pregnant and having morning sickness. Could this be true? She was only eleven and a half. Lena told the man at the desk and he got a test kit. Marta peed on the test stick and in a few minutes, the man came back smiling. Today's your lucky day, the man said, you are moving to the maternity room. Marta followed the man to a part of the motel she had never been in before. The entered what looked like the motel ballroom converted into a maternity ward. Within the room were rows of cots with about twenty young women at various stages of pregnancy. The room was also filled with dozens of babies and young children. Most of the babies were under two, but there were a few older ones. There was a six year old boy and a five year old girl. Marta met a three year old girl and thought she must be one of Lena's children. She new Lena also had a one and two year old, but there were too many children that age for Marta to figure out which ones belong to her friend. Marta settled into her new life in the Maternity room. Her job was to help care for the infants and to grow the Serbian baby in her womb. The food was better in the maternity room, she had a cot to sleep on, and no men were dragging her out and fucking her all night. Life here was much better.

Saturday morning, several of the women came into the maternity room. Among them was Lena. They were the mothers of some of the children. Marta walked over to Lena and said hello and asked her what she was doing here. Lena said it was visiting day for the mothers of the boys. Lena looked around the room and found her two year old son. Marta followed her and watched her pick up the boy and take him to one of the cots. She pulled off his clothes and dropped her robe. The other mothers were doing the same. Lena bent down and began sucking on the boys tiny cock. What are you doing, exclaimed Marta! My motherly duty, Lena replied. When the boy got a little erection, she laid on her back and put the boy between her legs. It is an honor to be fucked by a Serbian, Lena said. The boy just laid there between her legs. He was too young to do anything, but it was the weekly ritual Lena had to follow. As his little pecker grew soft, she would change positions and suck him again until he was hard, then put him back between her legs. None of the boys were old enough to do really fuck their mothers or sisters yet, but the six year old boy had learned that it felt good when he thrust. He was busy bumping up and down on his mother, still to young to have an orgasm or get her pregnant. Hit little rod poked into her clit over and over again. She knew they would keep her in the motel until he was older. They would pull her from the brothel and give her to the boy so he could get her pregnant when he was old enough. Her fate was already sealed since he was the oldest and would be the first to reach puberty. They wanted her to know she would be pregnant by him. The man who ran the brothel walked in and wandered around. Glad to see you are all enjoying your weekly visits, he exclaimed. As he walked past the five year old girl, she pulled her panties down and looked back at him. It is an honor to be fucked by a Serb the young girl said. The man pulled out his dick and rubbed it on her cunt and asshole. After a few minutes of this, he moved around to her face and stuck the first few inches in her mouth. The girl began to suck. She sucked his rod in her little mouth until he came and filled her throat with jizz. The girl swallowed it all, then looked up at the man and said it was an honor to serve him. This girl was being raised from birth to be a sex slave. Just as the man described to Marta her first night in the brothel. The girl didn't know she was being sexually abused by the man. She ran around the room as happy as a girl who had just won a beauty contest. She had done her duty and served a Serb. Someday she would be the mother of many Serb children and she would offer her daughters to the Serbian men and herself to her sons. Marta and the others who had been captured would give their bodies, but not their will. The closest they could come would be to have their minds turned into robots which responded to the command. The next generation would grow up to do both. Their traditional religion was replaced with these new beliefs, that the highest honor is to be fucked by a Serb.

During the period of Marta's captivity in the motel, Nissa had been transported with many of the other women from the village to a refuge camp. There she worked in the soup kitchen making food for the others. At night, she slept with some of the U.N. peacekeepers in order to make a few dollars. She used the money to pay the men from the black market to locate her husband, son and daughter. One day, the men told Nissa they had found out her daughter was about two hundred miles away in a Serbian brothel. Nissa quickly wrote a note to her daughter and begged the men to take it to her. The men agreed, but said Nissa would have to give them some money to pay the brothel owner for Marta's time. If she were available, they would give her the note, but they would also give her a fucking, paid for by her mother. Nissa said no. She couldn't pay men to fuck her little daughter. She wrote a new note and payed the men to take it to the brothel owner.

The brothel owner took the note and read it. Nissa had pleaded for her daughters release. The man checked his records and saw Marta was in the maternity ward. On the one hand, there was no reason not to let her go. She was costing him food and not earning any money for him. She was pregnant, so his duty to the government was already fulfilled. On the other hand, there was nothing in it for him. There was never much in this for him, except for the money he got from the brothel. The soldiers who brought girls from captured villages always brought him young teen and preteen girls. He had a craving for a woman. A married woman who would betray her husband and give herself up to him. He wrote a note back to Nissa and proposed an exchange. He would free Marta if she would come and work in his brothel and do everything he demanded of her without hesitation.

Nissa got the note and read it. She didn't trust that the man would keep his word and release Marta, but what other choice did she have. She got in the truck with the men from the black market and went with them through Serbian territory to the motel. There she met with the owner. He said he would release his girl tomorrow, after Nissa proved that she would keep her end of the deal. She would have to perform in the motels bar tonight before a packed crowd of men and do everything she was asked. Marta agreed and was taken to a room to wait. She asked if she could see her daughter one last time. The man told her that she would see her tonight in the bar.

Night came and the brothel owner came for Marta. She was now four months pregnant and wanted to know where was he taking her. Was she going back to work in the brothel? The man said we are going to the bar. I have a surprise for you tonight my dear, if all goes well and you do as you are told, you will be on a truck for Belgrade and freedom tomorrow morning. Marta was shocked. Her ordeal was coming to an end. Up to this point in her captivity, she gave no resistance and did everything they had asked of her. Now she was determined to do whatever they wanted as long as she could go free. The bar was packed with men as the owner walked her to the end of the bar. He removed her robe and sat her naked on the chair next to him. She wondered if she would have to be with every man in the bar, what would she have to do to earn her freedom. She didn't know, but she knew the price would be high. She sat on the chair and waited. The announcer came on over the speakers and said they had a very special surprise for the men that night. Without any further hesitation, lets bring out tonight's star performer. The crowed applauded and cheered as a woman took the stage. It was Nissa, her mother. Nissa got on the stage and stripped as they commanded her to do. Nissa was still a very attractive woman. She was only 29 and had large breasts. The brothel owner was pleased with his new acquisition. Ok bitch, get down on all four, the announcer commanded. Lets have a big round of applause for Nissa's lover Maxx. Again all the men applauded and cheered. Nissa was down on all fours facing the brothel owner and he could see her daughter naked by his side. She was pregnant. Her little girl had been abused by these men and was now going to have one of their babies for them. Suddenly, Nissa felt something cold and wet on her crotch. It was Maxx. Maxx was a rather large German Shepard who was now sniffing and licking his new bitch. Maxx was well trained and had performed this act many times before. He did not hesitate. He mounted Nissa and drove his big doggy dick right up her tunnel. Nissa just clenched and took his rod. Just as she did that first night in the gymnasium when the three men raped her. Just as she did with every other man she slept with for money since that day. Maxx rammed into her endlessly. Nissa knew nothing of sex with dogs and was about to have a few surprises. Maxx began squirting jizz into her. His knot began to grow at the entrance to her canal. It entered her and sealed her shut. Maxx continued to leak jizz into her has he pounded her fast and furious with an animal passion. Then Nissa felt huge volumes of hot jizz and sperm rush into her. She had just learned that dogs cum a lot more than men. He stopped pumping and stood over her. He was finished with her, but they were still joined. Nothing to do now but wait for the next fifteen or twenty minutes until his knot deflates the announcer said. The men all laughed and began drinking again. Nissa was stuck there in the middle of the stage with a dog cock lodged inside her and his gallon of jizz soaking her vagina and womb.

Back at the other end of the bar, the owner turned to Marta and said "fuck me" to her. Marta instinctively dropped her robe and sat herself on top his throbbing cock. She was facing away from him toward the bar and stage where she could see her mother down on all fours having been humiliated in front of all those men. Nissa looked up to see her daughter fucking the owner. She grinded her hips and thrust her pelvis on him. She reached down to rub his balls as she stroked his rod with her snatch. Nissa's little girl wasn't a little girl anymore. She had turned into a proficient Serbian fuck machine. Giving men pleasure was now her role in life. Soon, the owner spent his load inside the pregnant young girl. About the same time, Maxx pulled out of Nissa with a popping and slurping sound. Doggy cum poured from her wet snatch. The owner pulled out of Marta and led her on stage. He told Nissa to lay on her back. He put Marta on top of her mother in a 69 position and commanded them both to lick some cum. Odd, this is how Nissa had last seen her daughter. The last time she had touched the girl, it was the tip of her clit rubbing the tip of the eleven year old's tongue. Both women were now fully broken by their experience. They each lapped away at each others hole for what must have been an hour. Marta tasted the dog cum washing from Nissa's hole. Nissa got her first taste of her new masters sperm from Marta's pregnant womb. Marta felt her mother beginning to buck and thrust, just as she had done all those months ago. Now Marta had grown up and knew her mother was cumming as she licked her crotch. Being well trained, Marta didn't think twice about her mothers actions. She dug her tongue deep into Nissa's clit and then sucked her clit into her mouth between her lips. Nissa thrust uncontrollably. She hadn't orgasmed in over a year since before her husband left for the war. When she was done, Marta got up and walked away, the men were all cheering and applauding. Many of them could take it no longer and rushed toward the lobby in the motel. Maybe Lena would even get some tonight. Marta wasn't phased by what had just happened. She just swallowed the last drops of dog sperm in her mouth and waited to go free. The owner led her to the lobby. They had a going away present for her. The tattoo man made a nice big green circle on her stomach. Sorry we won't be around to see our baby born, said the owner, as he led her to the truck.

Marta was driven in the truck to Belgrade. She joined many other refuges in a make shift hospital. She was so young to be pregnant. The nurse told her she must have become pregnant during her first ovulation. The doctor would not perform an abortion because they were illegal and immoral. The doctors treated her like the men in the brothel. To them, she was just a whore. Any girl who was not a virgin had no value. A woman's place in this country was to be married as a virgin and to have babies for her man. She had no other value in this society. Marta was desperate. She could not have a Serbian baby.One of the nursed was sympathetic and told her what she must do. They will not perform an abortion, but if the baby is dead, they will operate to remove it to save your life. She handed Marta a coat hanger and left the room. Marta had no choice, she would rather die than have the baby. She untwisted the metal at the top of the hanger and inserted one end into herself. She didn't know what she was doing. She inserted one end and guided it through her stretched out vagina. She got it to her cervix and pushed it through. Her water broke and gushed out of her slit. She manipulated the metal until she felt it near where the child was positioned in her womb. Then she jabbed and stabbed. She felt the fetus move and spasm within her as it was stabbed to death. Some of the jabs hit the unborn child. Some cut into her womb. Blood now gushed from her cavernous crotch. She screamed out. The nurse ran back in and then called for a doctor.

Marta awoke several hours later. It had worked. The doctors had removed the dead fetus and repaired the damage she had inflicted upon herself. Over the next few weeks, she recovered from her injuries. Several months later, the men who had been held captive were released in a prisoner exchange. Marta's father Tardak had been taken to Belgrade and reunited with his daughter. They had spent some time recovering from their injuries and getting to know one another once again. One day, Tardak told Marta that they were going to move to America and start a new life. Marta was furious. She did not want to leave her country. She knew leaving would give victory to those men who had raped her. She wanted to return to her village one day after the war ended. Her father laughed at her in her face. He said we can never go back there. The men in our village will always know what you did with those Serbian men by the marks on her face. No man of the village would ever have her now that she was no longer a virgin. They had to go to America where the men would accept a slut such as herself. Marta was extremely angry. What about mother, she cried. Aren't we going to stay here and try to rescue her? She's your wife for god sake, and she is still in that motel being abused every day. She is no longer my wife, Tardak replied. She stopped being my wife the minute she let one of those men between her legs. She had no choice, Marta exclaimed. Yes she did, Tardak countered. She could have let them kill her rather than humiliate our family this way. Just as you should have done! Within a few days, Marta and her father were on a boat headed towards the United States.

They arrived here and Marta grew up just like any other twelve year old. She went to school, got an education, but never seemed to be able to associate with the other kids. How could she explain to her new friends what it was like to be in a whore house, why her face had lines tattooed on it. She could never let anyone see the rest of her body. They didn't know what it was like to be raped by even one man. Marta had been had by hundreds of men. She would spend time at nights standing naked in front of a mirror. She would count the tattoos and do the math. She had been fucked 872 times. 569 men had stuck their cocks in her mouth and 366 up her ass. The worst was the circle on her stomach. She had been impregnated and had given herself an abortion. These American kids were upset if their parents wouldn't give them everything they wanted. They could never deal with what she had experienced. She could not relate to them, and she new they could not relate to her. She buried herself in her studies, working hard to become a success. She often wondered what had become of her mother? Was she still alive, and what was she doing? Was she still in that place? This drove Marta to work harder, she had two jobs after school. She was determined to earn enough to have laser surgery to remove those tattoos. On her eighteenth birthday, her father abandon her and returned to Belgrade. She was left on her own. She didn't care. He thought of her as a whore. He hated her as much as she would have hated the Serbian baby she carried in her womb. She saved enough and had the tattoos removed. She went to community college, graduated with honors and spent much of the time in psychotherapy with me. Relating the tales of her lost youth. Upon graduating from college she moved to New York and began a job as a law clerk in a prestigious firm. On her first day at the new job, her boss called her into his office and shut the door. Sit down, he said. I know you are from Yugoslavia, he stated. I grew up there too. The war was a horrible experience he exclaimed. I came to this country to forget all that had happened to my family during the war. I can see by the marks on your face that you have been through a bad experience was well. I know what those tattoos were for and I can still see the marks of them on your face. Marta felt the first bit of happiness she had experienced in ten years. Her life was moving forward and she had finally met someone she could relate to. Perhaps this nice man would take a liking to her. Maybe even marry her some day. Marta considered the possibilities that she could have a happy future. Just one more thing you should know, her new boss said. What's that Marta replied? I am a Serbian! "fuck me"! Instinctively, as if a programmed robot, Marta lifted her dress and pulled down her panties as she bent over her boss's desk. Oh god, she thought. What am I doing? As the words came out of her mouth "It is an honor to be fucked by a Serb."

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