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Here is another story by Wollstonecraft.  If you have any stories by this
author, or know how to get in contact with him, please get in touch with me. 
Thank you.

THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY !!!!

I am not the author, just a reposter.



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.
                    XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
                            Occupation
                                or
                       Marie's Hospitality
                         By Wollstonecraft
     "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  
selfimposed 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.  "Hhe Oh, Louis, he ttouches  Louis!  His fingers are on my Oh, my
Louis,  pplease.  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!!  Hhis 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.  "Ooh, 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. 
"Nno, 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, pplease, 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 ppresses in, Louis, oh, God, it pushes in!!  Ah! Uhh!  Oh, God, it
 it is ggoing 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,  mmy  
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, "hhe ppuhushing 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  hhe 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 foh!"  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 isOh, 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.  "Nno, pplease," 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.

GNerol


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