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A Club Of The Japanese Businessmen
by Hans Schultz (hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com)
***
Japanese businessmen gather together in a private club
overseas, where they rape and torture young girls.
(M+/g, extreme-ped, nc, rp, asian, v, huml, bukkake)
***
The private night club is half-empty. Or half-full, it
depends on how you'd see it.
The place is not very big, designed to take about 100
customers in, but now there's only 40 or 50 customers
sitting at the tables. And they all are men.
To be exact, they all are Japanese businessmen in their
mid-fifties. It's also clearly visible, that they are
quite wealthy businessmen.
They are dressed up very formally in dark or grey
suits. They wear valuable rings in their fingers and
they drink expensive drinks. Some of them are smoking
big cigars.
The atmosphere in the club is very tense, even nervous,
I would say.
This is not a place where a man would go to have a nice
dinner with his wife.
The men have come here to relax. To forget their every
day routines and their killing stress. Most of them
know each other. They all are at honored positions in
the society.
But there's also another thing that binds them
together. That's why they're here today. Each one of
them shares the same secret fantasy. It's a fantasy
that they can't speak about in public. But after all
it's very simple: They all get sexual pleasure out of
violence.
Their cocks get stiffened when they see violence.
Violence with females as victims, to be precise.
And naturally violence as a part of the sexual
intercourse. At home they can't beat their wives or
their daughters, it would create a scandal. But here
they can do whatever they want.
They don't go to the Free Masons, they come here. It's
true that in Japan they are commonly respected and the
community sees them as decent men.
They are respected and people listen to their opinions.
In reality, however, they do live a double-life. Even
though they give money to charity, it doesn't mean that
they really would like to make this world a better
place for everyone. They are just selfishly feeding
their public image. They don't give a shit about the
hungry children of Africa.
So, even childhood isn't sacred for these men. Most of
them visit regularly raping children in their poor
neighbour countries. Just to get personal satisfaction.
And it only makes them feel more self-complacent, if
possible. They don't know how to feel pity. They'll
only get hornier, if the woman suffering is young or a
child. They can just feel their hardening cocks in
their expensive slacks.
They are not in danger of getting caught, you know.
With all their money they can make the silence fall
around their "little activities". They have bought the
organization.
The dirty work is done for them and all they have to do
is sit back, watch and enjoy themselves.
No-one really cares enough about the poor street-
children to take a risk for their sake and to make all
this evil come to light. If somebody really knows
something, he will simply be bought silent.
And that'll be the end of the discussion.
When the first one of the night's shows is about to
begin, the businessmen are slowly gathering around the
small stage. The background music goes off.
The host of the night, an Asian man in his thirties,
comes onto the stage. Behind him he is dragging a girl,
who can't be more than eight or nine years old.
The girl is panting and crying and it's obvious that
someone has beaten her. Probably the host himself. Or
the owner of the club.
Her other eye has turned to purple and her long black
hair is a complete mess. Tears are wetting her
beautiful cheeks.
The girl is naked. Of course. The men are staring her
with their lustful eyes and in their minds they are
already violating this young body, that isn't showing
any signs of womanhood yet.
She doesn't have breasts. Her chest is flat like young
boy's chest and between her small legs everyone can see
a tiny, hairless crack. Or maybe "a crack" is a wrong
word. "A line" seems to be much more matching.
She is just a child and has no understanding of why she
is here or what's about to happen to her.
The lights are bright and she can't see, but she seems
to sense all the staring eyes and starts to panic.
Her crying is becoming more and more loud all the time
and after a short while, she is finally able to see all
the cruel faces all around her. She can see eyes that
are full of only hatred and evil. The eyes are
surrounded by tightly closed mouths and sweating faces.
She can see hands nervously straightening all those
ties. Beams of light reflecting from eye-glasses. The
glowing of cigars. She can smell the smoke. It's
getting hard to breathe. Partly because of the smoke
and partly because of her panic. She's panting heavier
now.
Finally she starts to scream with a very high-pitched
voice. Like little girls usually do. She is seriously
trying to fight back. She's hitting the host weakly
with his small fist. This is prized with some amusement
and laughter from the audience. However, the host seems
to know, what he has to do. He just grabs the girl from
her neck and punches her stomach hard with his powerful
right.
This is familiar business for him. The girl is now
squirming on the floor. She sobs and holds her stomach.
And then, for the enjoyment of everyone, she curls
herself up in the fetal position.
The girl's eyes are glistening with tears. Men's eyes
are glistening with lust. They are licking their lips.
This is just the thing they wanted to see. Their cocks
are standing rock hard somewhere out of sight. There's
still a bit of modesty in the air, but as usual, it
will soon be gone. The first sounds of opening zippers
are heard. Now they have become beasts, but they like
being ones. Their prey is on the stage. They want to
see her destruction and the terror on her face.
The host is making an announcement and asks if there
would be two volunteering gentlemen to work as his aid
on the stage. Of course even one man would be enough to
hold the little girl still for the rape, but two men
will look more violent and that's what the audience has
paid for.
The two gentlemen are grabbing the girl's hands. They
are pushing her towards the floor.
Another gentleman stands up and places his foot on the
girl's head. He is having fun by crushing her face with
his shoe and listening to her heart-breaking screams.
The host is pulling his pants down and his huge cock is
jumping up for all to see. For a short while he just
stands at his spot and moves his foreskin slowly.
The girl doesn't notice it; she's just trying
desperately to fight against the two businessmen, who
are violating her with delight.
The audience is silent.
Then, suddenly, and without any warning, the host jumps
onto the girl and smashes his cock into the girl's
small opening. The girl cries out in pain.
She was still a virgin, because the Japanese did make
very clear that they want to see a girl losing her
virginity in a rape. The host's cock tears its way
through her hymen and her blood starts to flow.
Together with her tears.
The little girl's body really isn't ready for sex yet.
But this is not sex. This is a very violent rape, and
so it doesn't matter at all, if the girl is ready or
not.
The pumping begins.
In the audience, someone is groaning and breathing very
heavily. Then a grey-suited man stands up in the front
row, masturbating his cock with rage. A load of sperm
is landing on the stage.
The host pumps his massive cock in and out of the girl.
Blood is colouring it red, and this seems to turn him
on even more. The little child is going through an
enormous deal of pain. She tries to get away. She tries
to move her body and raise her head, but it is no use.
The two gentlemen are keeping her in their powerful
grasp. She can feel the host's cock moving impossibly
in her little cunny and it hurts. It hurts so much, but
she isn't able to do nothing to ease the pain. Nothing
but screaming desperately.
The host is going on fucking and slaps her buttocks
with her hands. Many times. When the girl opens her
eyes, she can see two men leering at her and wanking
their "thingies". She screams again and another one of
the gentlemen sees his opportunity and sticks his
tongue deep in her mouth. The girl tries to fight him
off, tries to close her mouth, but then she just feels
a hard slap on her cheek. The other man tells her to
keep her mouth open. He says that she is a cunt. She
doesn't know what that means.
The man makes some lewd fucking gestures with his
tongue and the girl screams into his mouth.
She notices that the man licking her mouth is laughing.
He laughs like a madman, but then he suddenly stops.
His body is cramping and cramping again and then he
starts shouting back into the girl's mouth. The girl
doesn't know that the man just had an orgasm. She feels
just like in the nightmare she had some time ago.
The men in the audience are stretching their necks so
that they can get the best view to the rape. Drool is
leaking out of their mouths. There is no modesty
anymore.
The other gentleman holding the girl slaps her face
hard and demands her to open her mouth again. But at
the same time he violently pulls her jaw open with his
hand. The girl sees him pushing his "thingie" towards
her mouth and tries to close it, but can't. He's just
too strong, and then it's too late.
The gentleman is pushing his cock as deep into her
mouth as it can possibly go. The little girl is
gagging, but he continues pushing anyway. His cock is
big. Or compared to the girl's mouth it is. He realizes
that he is probably causing some serious damage to the
girl's throat, but that realization only makes him want
to go on deeper.
She has to stretch her mouth to make the horrible thing
fit in. She can't breathe anymore. She is desperately
trying to pull air into her lungs, but can't. Not even
through her nose because the man's crotch is crushing
her nose. His black pubic hair is sticking in her eyes
and it hurts. She is trying to pull him away, but the
man just laughs. At the same time the host just goes on
with his brutal pumping in her pussy.
The gentleman's testicles are resting on the girl's
tear-stained cheeks. It feels good to him.
He is staying there with his pole buried in this
child's throat and her spasms and gags are massaging
him powerfully. That too feels very good to him. He can
feel his cumming start.
Just when the girl's face is starting to turn blue, he
draws out and shoots his first load straight into her
mouth. The girl tries to fill her lungs with air at the
same time but the gentleman's sperm gets, of course,
into her windpipe and she starts to cough
The man lets out a victorious shout and shoots the rest
of his load on the coughing girl's body. At the same
time he is sitting down on her face and letting out a
loud fart. The other gentleman finds this very amusing.
He laughs and forces the girl to open her eyes.
When the man gets off her face, she vomits instantly.
The men are not paying attention, though. They are
concentrated in rubbing their Japanese sperm all over
the poor girl's body.
The host is using his cock violently. His balls are
slapping against the girl's ass. At this time the
audience has started openly masturbating themselves.
Tens of veiny cocks are sticking right up from between
their zippers.
The child is crying desperately for her mother to help
her. I suppose it's an automatic reaction. She isn't
able to think much anymore. The two gentlemen haven't
got much to do, so they start pulling her black hair. I
suppose they are playing some sort of a game. "Which
one of us has got enough power to pull off a handful of
little girl's hair" – game. At least it looks like
that.
Everyone is shouting insults to her. They are saying
that she's a whore. She doesn't know what that means
either.
Just a week ago she was still living her more or less
miserable life in the slum area of a big city. Her
family, if one can call it a family, was very poor. A
father, a mother and five daughters. Her father was a
drunkard and all the money that the mother and the
children earned with their hard work in a clothes
factory, he spent drinking. He didn't show very much
gratitude, though.
He beat and terrorized his family almost every day. Or
maybe his way of showing gratitude was that he didn't
molest his daughters until they had reached the age of
ten. So far only two of them had. Almost every man
molested kids at their area. Maybe he thought that he
was very fair.
That evening the girl's mother was just leaving to buy
some food for her family. Just when her father came
home. Drunk, as usual.
He called for his wife and demanded to have all her
money. The wife had learned from the previous times not
to argue with him and she gave the money. Refusing
created only violence. Sometimes she had tried to hide
some of the money, but then her husband had ordered the
whole family to stand in line and went through every
place, searching for the money. Which he also found.
After that he had used his fists mercilessly. Even his
youngest daughter, who was four at the time, he beat
up.
The wife asked, where would they get money to buy food?
The children were hungry. Her husband told her to go
out on the streets and sell her ass as usual. The wife
said that she was not a prostitute, but the man had
left the house already.
This was quite a normal routine in the family of our
girl. But this time everything didn't go as it usually
did…
As the father was ordering his fourth beer, two men
came over to him. Another one of them is familiar to us
already. He was the host of the night club. Another one
was the owner of the same club. They bought him a
couple of drinks and let him understand that he could
easily earn a great amount of money. They told him that
they needed a young girl to work as an erotic dancer in
a well respected night club. They asked him, if he
possibly could come up with some ideas.
The father was very drunk and he said that he could
handle anything.
The men gave him money. Not very much, but still more
than his family made in a month. Then, whispering in a
best "man-to-man" – style, they added that if the girl
would be a virgin, they could pay even a double price.
The father didn't love his daughters. He loved liquour.
He had always wanted to have a son, but he hadn't got
one. For that he blamed his wife. He was sure that she
was a whore. If her wife had gotten pregnant from his
seed, he would have a boy now. He was man enough to
make boys into this world. His seed was good enough to
make boys, he thought. So his wife was a cunting whore.
This wasn't true, of course. His wife had always been
faithful to him, but anyway, it was her part to be the
one who suffers. After the birth of every girl, he
became more violent.
The father led the men to his home. Both of them were
also a bit drunk.
The family had already gone to bed with their empty
stomachs and everything had just calmed down, when
suddenly the door was kicked open and three men stood
at the opening.
The father walked to his eight-year old daughter and
dragged her out of the bed.
The younger ones started to cry and the wife stood up,
alarmed, demanding to know what was happening. The
father punched her face hard with his fist and told her
not to intervene. This was men's business. The two men
laughed to that and didn't pay any attention to the
woman.
The father assured that her daughter was a virgin, and
that she was for sale. The girl screamed as the men
ripped her nightgown and another one of them pushed his
fingers into her vagina. The father was speaking the
truth. The deal was done.
At this point the mother had realized what this was all
about, and ran desperately between the men and her
daughter. She begged her husband to have mercy and fell
down to her knees.
It didn't have the effect, she had hoped for. All of
the three men attacked her, threw her to the floor and
started beating and kicking her around her body and
head until she laid bleeding and unconscious on the
floor. During this incident, the daughters had screamed
hysterically and tried to find safety from each other,
which wasn't very smart thing to do.
The two men had noticed that there were also four other
girls in the house. Some of them even younger than the
one that they had actually come for. This time they
offered the father a really great amount of money, if
he would just agree to sell them too. Of course they
could have just taken them without any cost, but they
had had very straight instructions from Japan to be
avoiding anything that might cause police to take
interest on their abductions. Most of the policemen
were naturally corrupted, but safe was always safe.
The father didn't need much time to think about it. He
told the men to take the sluts out of his house. At
this point he had understood that his daughters weren't
really going to be hired as erotic dancers. They were
going to become whores against their will, but in spite
of that he said that he didn't care what was going to
happen to them and he would never ask for them
afterwards.
He looked at her daughters and told them that they were
worthless to him and they had to get out of his sight.
To underline his words, he slapped each one of them
sharply in their faces. The girls were crying and
begging their father not to abandon them and the two
men felt nice waves of pleasure coming from between
their legs as they listened to their useless pleas.
The three men shook hands. The father received the
money. Everyone was satisfied. Except the daughters,
who were horrified and couldn't do anything but cry and
sob.
The girls were drugged and after a short telephone
call, a car came to pick up the girls and the two men.
Then they were gone. The father was alone in his house.
His wife was laying unconscious on the floor.
For a moment he tried to think with his drunken brains.
He tried to think, what he would do now, but he didn't
bother following his thoughts to any conclusion.
He was rich now. In his own little world he could get
anything he wanted.
For the last time he kicked his wife and walked out of
the house. He had decided not to return ever again.
It's quite obvious that he's now living a quite
comfortable life in some town nearby. He can afford
himself a little luxury and as much booze as he is ever
able to drink.
His wife will probably end up as a cheap street
prostitute. That's of course only if she doesn't have
the courage or a will to commit suicide. But to be
honest with you, nobody is really interested in what
will happen to her. At least her husband. I'm sure that
he already has much, much younger pussies pleasing the
sensitive skin of his penis, wherever he is.
At the club of Japanese businessmen, the banker, Mr.
Yong is massaging his cock.
Sinister thoughts are wandering through his mind.
"Whore, little whore. Fuck her, rape her, kill her…Go
ahead, cry for your mother, cunt. No-one can hear you,
no-one can hear you, no-one can hear you…"
Mr. Yong is wrong. Everyone can hear her, but no-one
will help. Every man in this room shares Mr. Yong's
thoughts.
His breathing is coming more intense. Now he is
actually panting.
He has a nervous laugh with himself. Then he spits on
the child laying on the stage.
A couple of other men are following his example.
The child is screaming from the bottom of her lungs.
The host has moved to rape her asshole, and the girl is
feeling like she's going to rip in two. The host's cock
must be thicker than any of her shits. The speed of his
thrusts is going up. Clearly he is about to reach his
orgasm. Some of the Japanese men have already cummed
and the small stage is at some places covered with
their slimy sperm. The men are howling in extreme
pleasure. So is Mr. Yong. Grunts everywhere.
The host is reaching his orgasm and pulls his cock out
of the child's ass. The two gentlemen are grabbing the
girl's hair and keeping her head in place so the host
can spray every drop of his jism all over her face.
When he's done, he slaps the girl's face a couple of
times with his cock and pulls up his pants
The two gentlemen turn her head to the audience so that
everyone can see her face. Then they drag her to the
edge of the stage and one by one the businessmen start
shooting their loads in the face of the ruined little
girl. When they come, they all roar within the feeling
of power they've got. Some of them want to beat the
girl while they shoot their load and bruises start to
appear all over her body.
The two men are dragging her from a man to another and
are making sure that she has to take it all. One man in
a dark suit sticks his cock up to her nose opening and
shoots his load into to her nose canal. At the same
time he is constantly spitting in her face. Then there
are two older gentlemen who force her eyes open with
their free hands. And as they both have their cocks
aimed straight to the girl's eyes they start cumming.
She can't close her eyes. She is helpless in front of
the attack of the burning seed.
The men just grunt and moan abnormally. The two men
that hold her in place let out a cruel laughter and yet
another man is trying to force his fist up her cunt.
The little child is screaming out her horror. She is
crying out for her mother or anybody, who could help
her. The men are feeling like winners. They can,
because they are winners. They have succeeded.
They have destroyed a life proved their masculinity.
Suddenly the girl feels hand grabbing her from all over
her body. The men cannot wait for their turns and the
rest of them are rushing all over the girl, stroking
their cocks. And then the constant stream of slimy wad
is splashing all over her. Mostly on her face though.
The holders are moving her head around so that her face
is making contact to the tips of everyone's cocks. All
are given a chance to shoot wherever he wants to. The
men are sweating. They are cursing the girl and
grunting like pigs. Some of them are pushing their
cocks against her eyeballs.
When they are done, they all get off the stage and
shove the girl onto her back. They are leaving to get
another drink start waiting for the next disposable
girl. This one is an used slut. They don't want to
think about her anymore. For her there will be nothing
more left than pain and cruelty. The love part is gone.
The child is completely covered in sperm. Her once so
beautiful hair is now a one sticky mess. Her eyes, her
mouth and her whole skin are overpowered with Japanese
semen.
Almost everyone here had their way with her. Now they
don't remember her anymore.
Except one man. He is still looking at her, even though
she can't notice that. He hasn't played his cards yet,
but he's definitely going to. Tonight will be his turn
to get a little bit of privacy…
***
An hour has passed and the men are sitting at their
tables, having drinks, talking and laughing with each
other. Mr. Yong approaches the host and gives him some
money. Enough to make sure that he's got the right to
spend some time alone with the little girl. He is
escorted to a locked door.
The host opens it and lets Mr. Yong in.
Mr. Yong is horny. He wants to hurt the child. Make her
suffer for real.
She reminds him of her own granddaughter. Mr. Yong is
55 years old at the moment.
A rich banker, who has his life in order and nothing to
worry about.
The room behind the door is very ascetic. It looks more
like a cell than a whore's chamber.
A bed, a toilet seat and the door. No windows. One bare
lamp is hanging from the ceiling.
The host asks, if Mr. Yong wants to have some lubricant
and paper, but with a friendly voice, he refuses. Then
the host goes away, leaving the door unlocked.
The child is curled up in the corner, moving herself
back and forward in a rhythmic manner.
No-one hasn't bothered cleaning her up. All the sperm
is still covering her skin. Partly dried, of course.
Her eyes are red from the crying and the burning semen.
She notices the man at the door and squeezes herself
even more tightly, frightened.
Mr. Yong walks to the child and starts kicking her. His
shoe cuts straight through her sensitive skin.
"Stand up, whore!" he yells and kicks her a couple of
times more. "Get up from there!"
The child screams in pain and tries to cover herself,
but Mr. Yong drags her up from her hair and snorts in
her face. The child screams again for her momma.
"You are not going to see you mother ever again! Your
mother is dead! Did you hear me?" Mr. Yong punches his
fist to her jaw.
"I asked you a question, you poor cunt. What do you
have to say about it? I killed your mother with my own
hands. She's dead!" he goes on and throws the child
against a wall as hard as he can.
Of course Mr. Yong can't know whether her mother is
alive or not, but he just felt good saying like that.
He throws her around a couple of times more until she
can't stay on her feet anymore. The child tries to
crawl towards the door, foolishly hoping that she could
get out of it. Mr. Yong jumps on her back and starts to
ride her like a horse. However, Mr. Yong is a very
heavy man for an eight-year old girl to carry and she
collapses to the floor. That makes Mr. Yong furious. He
picks up a handgun from his pocket and shows it to the
girl. She starts to shiver and her red eyes grow wide.
Mr. Yong points the gun straight to her eyes.
"Listen, bitch. I have decided to ride on you, and
you'd better carry me or I will kill you. I'm not
interested in how young or weak you are. I have paid
for you and you are here to do just as I say or you
will die. Understand!?"
The girl can't get her eyes away from the gun. She
starts to sob.
"Please mister, please don't hurt me anymore. I will do
anything you say. I will carry you, mister. Please
don't kill me," she begs.
"Get on your knees!" Mr. Yong orders and sits down on
her back.
He presses the gun against the neck of the girl and
tells her to get moving. Then he lifts his feet on her
shoulders, so that she would have to carry all of his
weight.
The girl is fearing that she will die, if she isn't
able carry this man and from some almost unnatural
resources she can find the strength to carry Mr. Yong.
She can feel the gun pressing on her neck.
"Faster, whore!" Mr. Yong orders and gets his cock out
with is other hand.
The little girl tries to move faster, but it is
difficult. Her knees are hurting. She's just a little
child and Mr. Yong, a grown-up banker in a suit is
sitting with his full weight on her back. Mr. Yong is
masturbating slowly. From time to time he slaps the
back of her head and her ass. He gives her orders where
to go. He tells her to crawl to the door, but when she
gets there, he claims that he told her to crawl to the
toilet. For that she receives a severe beating. Mr.
Yong pushes his fingers up her pussy and her ass. He
shuts her air passages and keeps her without air for a
minute. He beats her ears with his hands and yells that
she's too slow.
All the time he is fondling his swollen member and
throwing insults to the child. But she just goes on.
Finally Mr. Yong gets bored and starts to jump on her
back until she collapses again. He gets up and kicks
her hard in her pussy. The girl screams and loses her
consciousness, so Mr. Yong drags her to the toilet and
pushes her head into the bowl. He keeps her mouth and
nose underwater until she starts to struggle. Then he
throws her away from him with disgust.
Mr. Yong is standing in the middle of the room with his
cock out and looks at the crying eight-year old on the
floor. Then he pulls down his pants and sits down on
the toilet.
"Crawl here, brat." he commands her with a cold voice.
The child crawls to him on her hands and knees. Mr.
Yong grabs her head and starts to rub her face against
his genitals.
"Lick me, whore! Lick my shaft and my balls! Stick your
tongue out!" he shouts and the girl tries to obey him,
but he pulls her hair so hard that she can only scream.
He beats her head against the toilet bowl between his
thighs until she starts to bleed. Then he moves her
face to his crotch again. Mr. Yong doesn't really need
her to lick him. He is pressing her face against his
crotch so hard that it is enough to make him feel good.
Anyway he yells again, "Open your fucking mouth and
please me, you worthless bitch! Do something!"
The girl doesn't know what she is supposed to do. She
hasn't been with men before this day. She used to think
that someday she will find herself a handsome and
wealthy man, who will love her and bring her roses
every day. A man who will take care of her and won't
drink liqueur at all.
They would make children and live happily ever after in
a beautiful house with a beautiful sight to the sea and
with a beautiful life all in all. Well…she doesn't have
those thoughts anymore.
She opens her mouth as she is told to do. Mr. Yong
lifts himself a bit, and starts to fuck her face with
fury. In and out he goes, like a rabbit. The girl
didn't except that and tries to move her head back. Mr.
Yong slams his fist against her ribs and goes on
beating the back of her throat wit his ruling cock.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhorecuntslut! Can you swallow my
pole? I bet you can't. You'll choke on it," he grunts
as his thrusts grow more violent and more
uncontrollable. His cock slips out of her tiny mouth
many times, but he doesn't care. He just goes on
thrusting it against the girl's eyes and face until she
succeeds to get it in her mouth again.
The girl loses her balance and falls down on her back
but Mr. Yong doesn't stop. He falls down on her and
sits on her face. He presses his asshole tightly onto
the girl's nose and mouth. Then he tenses his muscles
and with a strong "nnnnggghhhh", his shit starts come
out of his ass.
The girl thrashes madly. She tries to get away. No
result. She kicks her legs and lifts her waist. Muffled
screams. She tries to breathe but all she can get in is
more and more of Mr. Yong's excrement.
Mr. Yong lifts his ass and drops the last pieces of his
smelly shit. Then he sits back down and rubs his ass
once more against the girls face.
"Here's your dinner, whore. You'd better eat it all!
Who knows, this may be your last supper." Mr. Yong
thinks that he's very clever, has a good laugh on his
"joke" and pushes his cock again in her mouth. Now as
the girl is on the floor and Mr. Yong is on the top, he
can use his full weight to fuck the child's mouth. And
he does too.
He gets up and slams himself down brutally. His crotch
makes a contact with the girl's jaw. He's going to make
the bitch suffer. To make her regret that she was even
born. The man goes up and down. His cock is penetrating
itself deeper and deeper into the child's throat every
time. Again she is in great pain. The tip of his cock
starts to have more and more blood on it with every
thrust. He realizes that he must have broken something
in her insides. "Good," he thinks to himself, "I have
broken her mind, now I'll break her body."
Mr. Yong goes on. He has no mercy on the child. He
turns around and starts to beat her pussy with his
fists. Still he also goes on destroying her insides
with the weight of his lower body and his manhood.
Finally, after one of the powerful thrusts, he hears a
loud snap and his cock sinks a bit deeper than it had
sunk before. He has broken her jaw. He has to take his
cock quickly away from the child's spasming mouth,
because he's about to shoot and he doesn't want to do
it yet.
Mr. Yong is admiring his handiwork. The child doesn't
seem to understand what has happened. She can't move
her jaw properly and keeps on touching it with her
hands. At last she realizes the situation and bursts
into a heart-breaking cry. Although it doesn't break
Mr. Yong's heart. He looks down at his cock. It is
quite big and Mr. Yong is actually a bit proud of it.
"Look at my cock, slut. Soon I will push it all through
that little slit of yours. It will hurt you much more
than anything that you have experienced so far."
His face is sweaty. He's in an extremely aroused state.
He hasn't even removed his clothing.
The child can't make out a single voice. The terror has
struck her well. He can only feel enormous physical and
mental pain.
Mr. Yong walks to her and scrubs his ass with the
girl's hair.
Mr. Yong, the banker, is laying on top of the eight-
year old. They are on the bed. While he is raping her
cunt, he's continuously beating her face with his fist.
He's suffocating her with his weight. Blood is coming
out of her holes and shrieking, inhuman voices are
coming out of her mouth.
Mr. Yong enjoys himself. He's crushing her teeth with
his fist. He doesn't care.
He's got the money and the power. There'll always be
new little whores for him to use.
As he cums, he makes a roaring sound and shoots his
jism deep into the child. His last thrusts are so
powerful and violent, that he thinks he's ripping her
insides to shreds with his powerful tool.
Memories of his old rapes pop into his mind. How he
raped a screaming little girl, who was seven months
pregnant after some earlier rape by an unknown hero.
And how he, with his very own fists beat the whore's
belly until she lost her baby and at the same time he
shot his load inside her.
The child is losing her consciousness again. Her eyes
are buried somewhere under her violated skin and shit.
Her mouth and nose are bleeding and there are bruises
all over her body. A nice mixture of blood and Mr.
Yong's sperm is flowing out of her cunt.
After a while of rest, Mr. Yong stands up, pulls up his
pants, makes sure that his tie is straight and walks
out of the room. He leaves the child laying unconscious
on the bed.
At the bar, the banker Yong feels that he's strong. He
feels that he's a real man.
His friends are anxiously waiting for the next piece of
cunt to be delivered to them. The last one is now ready
to be thrown to the trash. A worthless piece of female
shit.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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