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   Title: Occupation
  Author: Wollstonecraft

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                            Occupation
                                or
                       Marie's Hospitality

     "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.
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.  Hie
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 bloated 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 ballsack
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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