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(MF, wife, nc, rp, voy, intr, preg) *** Author Note: This file is not to be published or distributed in any way, electronically or otherwise, that would allow access to it by any person residing where access by that person to this or work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. *** "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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69