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The Occupation
by Wollstonecraft (alkaviade@cyberdude.com)
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A man let's his wife be taken by a soldier who is
staying with them for a brief time, against her will.
(MF, wife, nc, rp, voy, intr, preg)
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Author Note: This file is not to be published or
distributed in any way, electronically or otherwise,
that would allow access to it by any person residing
where access by that person to this or work similar to
this in artistic or literary content is a violation of
local, state, national or international obscenity,
indecency or other laws.
This is a work of fiction. The author neither endorses
nor condones the actions described herein. This story
contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. No virgins
were deflowered in the creation of this work.
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"Louis," she breathed, her voice trembling, "his hand is
on my thigh."
Louis looked across the table at the flushed face of his
wife, sitting on the soldier's lap. "Yes, I thought as
much," he replied flatly, raising his glass. Smiling
thinly, he tipped it momentarily toward the stranger,
then proceeded to drain it. As he lowered the glass from
his lips, he saw that the soldier's glass was empty
again. Louis refilled it, then filled his own. He poured
the last of the wine into his wife's glass and put the
empty bottle with the other two.
"Marie," he muttered, "drink your wine."
With a shaky hand, she reached for the glass. The
soldier took it and put it to her mouth. The wine
spilled over her lips and down her neck onto her
breasts. The soldier bent his head and began to lap at
the red liquid on her skin. She moaned softly.
She moaned, "Louis, please... make him stop. I... I am
your wife."
Yes, Louis thought, she was his wife. His virgin wife.
Their marriage was not yet consummated. She would not
let him bed her while the occupation continued. She said
she would not risk bringing a child into a world ravaged
by war. She pleasured him in other ways, but it was not
the same, and they both prayed for the day she could
free herself from her self-imposed chastity. With the
arrival of the soldier, it seemed that day was to be
soon at hand.
"Please, Louis, he... Oh, Louis!" The soldier's lips
pressed into her cleavage, and her breath grew quick.
"We must offer him every hospitality, Marie. He wears
the uniform of the liberation force."
"He... he takes too many liberties, Lou... Oh, my!" The
soldier's hand pressed upward along her thigh. "H-he...
Oh, Louis, he t-touches... Louis! His fingers are on
my... Oh, my... Louis, p-please. He is so, so..."
"We are indebted to him," Louis said, staring into his
wine. "Just his being here is danger enough. Tomorrow he
will go to a certain death. He will die for us, to give
us our freedom. It is not just charity to allow him
pleasure in his last hours, it is our duty and our
honor. Your duty, Marie. Your honor." He looked up to
see that Marie's blouse was undone and the stranger's
hand kneading his wife's heaving breast.
Marie understood that it was her honor that was at
stake. "Louis, his touch makes my blood boil! Oh, Louis,
I burn! I burn! Please, oh, please, I can't... Oh, God,
oh! Oh!! H-his hand in my... stroking my... Oh! Oh!!"
Her hips began rocking against his fingers as he pressed
deep between the folds of her labia under her thick
pantaloons, massaging her clitoris.
The soldier pulled his head from Marie's breast, her
nipple slipping wetly out from between his lips. He
looked drunkenly at Louis. Louis smiled weakly. The
soldier shrugged and grinned, then rose with Marie in
his arms.
She cried out, "No! Where are you..." When she realized
his intention, she struggled vainly in his tight grasp
"No!! Please, do not do this! Please, please, no! No!!"
Carrying her squirming body, the soldier staggered
across the tiny room. She wailed, "No!! Do not do this!
Do not do this! Oh, God, please, please!!" He stood her
next to the bed and buried his head in the hollow of her
neck as he pulled the blouse off her shoulders. As the
thin material fell to the floor, he removed his own
shirt. "O-oh, Louis," she moaned, "his chest is so
broad, so hard." Her back arched and her breasts ground
tight against him.
He slipped his fingers under the fabric of both her
skirt and pantaloons. "N-no, don't," she whimpered as he
slipped them down over her hips, exposing her fleecy
curls. As he pulled downward his lips moved lower,
taking her tight nipple in his mouth. "Oh, my God, my
God," she moaned as he freed her legs from the last of
her clothing, "oh, no, oh... Oh!" His teeth nipped at
her taut, sensitive flesh. "Oh, p-please, Louis,
please," she cried, "please don't let this happen!"
She was totally nude before him now, and, raising to his
feet, the soldier drank in her beauty. He growled
softly, his hunger clear in his voice. The sound made
her quiver. She begged, "Please, please, do not do this,
do not take me, please do not, please!" The solder
lewdly growled again. She knew she begged in vain. Her
words were as incomprehensible to him as his was to her.
The soldier gently eased her back onto the bed. With one
hand caressing her breasts, he undid his pants with the
other. Her eyes grew wide. "My God," she cried, "My God!
No!! No!! It is so big, my God, so big!! I couldn't, I
can't take such a thing, such a... Not in... Oh, God,
not in... No!! God, No!! No!!"
Her husband was still at the table, watching the
stranger take his wife on the bed. He'd opened a fourth
bottle of wine and was intent upon emptying it. Marie
looked at him beseechingly, her eyes begging him to
intervene, to stop this man from stealing what should
have been his. Louis drank deeply from his glass, then
turned away.
The soldier dropped to the bed and straddled her,
crushing her into the mattress. He rocked up and down,
grinding his body against hers, crushing her breasts
against his chest.
"Oh God, oh God, Louis, the hair on his chest makes my
nipples burn! Oh, the hair on his belly inflames me so!
And his... on my... Oh, my God, Louis, he presses
himself so tightly to my... Oh, Louis, my puss is so
wet! Oh, God, my puss is so wet, so open, so hot, so
hot! It opens, oh, God, it opens!!"
Taking his rigid shaft in his hand, the soldier
positioned himself for entry. "Oh, no! No! He's put it
between the lips of my puss, Louis! In the lips, oh, no,
no, it's at the entrance and I am so wet, oh God, my
puss's lips are opening to him, I... Oh! Oh!!"
His arms around her, his hands clutching her shoulders,
the soldier pulled her to him. "Louis!! He p-presses in,
Louis, oh, God, it pushes in!! Ah! Uhh! Oh, God, it...
it is g-going into my puss, into my puss, Louis!" He
groaned as he felt himself being enveloped by her moist
flesh. "Oh, God, Louis! It is so... oh, God, it is so
big, so... Uhh!! Uhh!! It... it fills me so... so..." He
lifted himself up, rising high above her. She looked
down between them. "Oh, God, oh God, it's just the head,
just the head, there's so much m... Oh!! Oh, God, so
tight, so tight."
He eased off momentarily. "Oh, it pulls out, it..." He
pressed in again hard and she grunted from the force.
"Ungh!! Oh, God, it's in me deeper, it... ah..." Again
he pulled back slightly and again he pushed in." Ungh!!
So full, s... ah... Ungh!!"
His entry was halted as she felt the immense head
pressed tight upon her hymen. "Oh, m-my... m... oh, God,
it- it touches my maidenh... ah... Oh!" She cried out as
the hard presence throbbed against the sensitive tissue.
He looked down at her questioningly, listening to the
strange words. Her face was contorted in passion, her
arms tight around him, pulling at him. He interpreted
her verbalizations as cries of desire. He briefly
glanced to Louis, who was trying desperately to drink
himself into a stupor. The soldier returned to the
pleasure at hand.
The engorged flesh pulled back slightly, then pushed
slowly, resolutely inward. "Ohh," she cried, "h-he p-
puh-ushing... push..." She felt his manhood pressing in
painfully. "Uh, uh, uh..." She felt the tender barrier
rupture and tear under the relentless assault. She
screamed as the pain overtook her "Aaaah!!! Oh, God, it
is past, it is past... Oh, God, oh, God, I am open, I am
open!!"
Her virtue split and breached, his shaft advanced into
her with increased speed. "Ungh," she moaned, "oh, God,
it pushes deeper, so much d... Oh!! So deep, so deep!!"
She felt his belly press tightly upon her own, his wiry
pubic hair enmeshing with hers. "Oh, God, Louis, he is
in me, in me, oh God, he is in me!"
He held himself tightly within her and her body reeled
in the sensation. "Oh, God, Louis, I feel the blood
coursing through his shaft, his ball sack quivering on
my bottom. He is... is so deep in m... ah... oh... h-he
moves... Oh! Oh!!"
The fullness slid within her tight channel, inflaming
her passion. "Oh... it is coming out... out... so slow,
so..." She felt herself close as it almost completely
extracted itself from her. Then the soldier hammered his
hips down. "Ungh!! God, such force, such f...oh!" The
base of his member ground into her pubic mound. The
massive column pulled out again and her hips drove down
and back, grinding her clitoris sharply against the the
hard flesh as it moved. "Oh, so hard, so hard, so...
Ungh!!" He slammed back in.
"Oh, God, Louis," she cried as the soldier began to
rhythmically thrust in and out, "it is... so deep, so...
I am so... it is... Oh, God, like fire in me... fire in
me!!" She pushed up to meet each powerful thrust, trying
to take more of him inside her. "Oh, Louis, I never... I
didn't know it would... It is so... Oh, God, so full, so
full, I am... Oh, God, I am burning, I am... Oh, God!!
God!! Louis!!"
Her body spasmed under him as she orgasmed and he
groaned above her as her sucking flesh clamped tightly
onto his piercing lance. "God! God! I die! I die!" she
squealed, driving herself up hard, taking as much of him
into her as she could. Her legs rose and wrapped around
his waist, her calves on his buttocks, scissoring and
clutching in time with his increasingly rapid thrusts.
She stared up at him and saw his eyes unfocusing, felt
his buttocks tightening. "Oh, God, Louis! He grows
tight, he is...Oh, no! Oh, no!! He mustn't... oh, God,
Louis, he's going to..." He pulled at her, pulling her
up into him, driving down into her savagely. "Oh, no!
Oh, God, No!!"
He began to grunt, stroking powerful into her. "N-no, p-
please," she wailed, "don't put your... don't make
me..." His fingers tightened on her buttocks. "Oh, oh,
God, it grows fatter in me, it... Oh!!"
His back arched sharply and, with an animal grunt, he
stabbed deep into her as his staff lurched fiercely,
driving his potent semen flowing into her. "Oh, God, it
throbs!! It throbs in me!! My God, he spurts inside me,
in me, my God, he is spurting his seed into me, oh, God,
oh, God!" She shook in orgasm, her vagina gripping the
pumping shaft, sucking his sperm into her womb. "God,
oh, God, I pull it in, I take it in, oh, his seed, his
seed in me, oh, God oh, God!!"
His ejaculation was strong and immense. He instinctively
understood that this was his last chance to spawn and
she instinctively understood that his great outpouring
would root and thrive within her.
"Oh, God, Louis, I can feel it! It stream into the mouth
of my womb, so deep inside, so deep!! The surges, oh,
God, he surges so! He fills me, oh, he fills me full, I
drown in his seed, Louis, and he throbs and gushes
still, oh, God, he fills my womb and his staff gushes
still! So much, God, so much of his seed in me, oh, God,
and more and still more!! He throbs so, oh, God, the
throbbing, the throbbing in me, in me!! Oh, he fills me
to overflowing, I can feel it running out of me and, oh,
God, he gushes still, he gushes still!! Oh, God, Oh,
God!!"
With a final grunt, the soldier collapsed on top of her,
his need finally drained. "Oh, God," Marie sobbed, "it
twitches inside me still! Oh, the fluttering inside me,
oh God, oh, God."
As he lay on her, gasping for breath, his hips still
spasming into her, she moaned, "Oh, God, oh, God, he put
his seed in me, he put his seed in me. Does he know what
he's done? Does he know he's put a baby inside me?"
The soldier pulled himself up and off the bed. She sat
up and shouted at him. "Do you know you've made me
pregnant? Do you know I will bear your child?" He
retrieved his pants and put them on. She cried, "Do you
know what you've done? Do you?"
The soldier said nothing as he buttoned his shirt and
walked to the door. She raged, "Even now it grows inside
me! Your child! Your child is inside me!"
He didn't turn around as he left.
"Your child is inside me!" She fell upon the bed and
began to sob.
"His child is inside me, his child is inside me." The
words rang in her thoughts. It was her only solace as
the fourth of the occupation soldiers grunted above her
and she felt the now- familiar pulsing of the cruel
flesh stabbing viciously between her legs.
The enemy had come not long after the stranger had left.
In retreat, they came to seek shelter from the superior
liberation forces. Louis had tried to protect her, but
he was quickly killed. The only thought that gave her
hope was that, if she survived the rape, she wouldn't
bear the spawn of these monsters. She gave thanks to God
that the seed of the stranger had taken possession of
her fertility, denying it from these demons.
In time, the liberators vanquished the enemy and peace
reigned again. Marie's stomach swelled as she grew fat
with the baby conceived during the dark days of war. She
never saw the stranger again. She feared he was killed
in regaining her country's freedom. She cherished the
life inside her all the more.
It was a hard labor that accompanied the birth. The
midwife had never seen so large a baby borne from so
small a mother, so was not too surprised when Marie
initially recoiled from the sight of her newborn son.
But she was surprised when Marie refused to suckle it,
and all in the village were shocked when Marie abandoned
the child at the orphanage.
The midwife could never have guessed that it was the
baby's fair skin color that had caused Marie to fall
into a deep despair. Her heart sank as she realize that
it wasn't the child of her brave liberator, after all,
but that of one of the occupation rapists. The
liberation soldier's skin was, after all, black.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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