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Girls Communal Orphanage 27, A Documentary
by Hans Schultz (hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com)
***
A rich German man decides to deepen his perversions and
travels to Romania to rape a child at a local
orphanage. (Mg, extreme-ped, nc, rp)
***
LITTLE GIRL NATASHA
Little girl Natasha is just six years old when her
whole life changes in just one night. For all of these
six years she has been living together with her mommy
in a small flat in the outskirts of Bucharest. They do
not have much money, which is quite common in Romania,
but still they manage to get along somehow with the
paycheck Natasha's mommy gets every month from her job.
She works as a cleaning woman at Marriott Bucharest
Grand Hotel, and her monthly pay is probably much less
than most of the male hotel guests usually spend in
champagne and whores in one single night.
Natasha has never met her father, which is quite common
in Romania as well. She doesn't have any of those
expensive toys that all the richer children have, but
instead of that she has something much more important
and valuable. She means everything to her mommy and
they love each other very much. Her mommy never beats
her or yells at her. She is a strict parent, yes, but
still loving, and despite of her young age, Natasha
realizes how lucky she is to live in such happiness.
But the streets of Bucharest do not live from
happiness. They are cruel and violent places where
people live by the rules of the strongest. This is just
another ordinary evening and Natasha is waiting for her
mommy to come home from work when she hears desperate
cries for help coming from outside. And when she runs
to the window to look, she sees her mommy, the only
person she loves, lying on the ground and being kicked
by two big, mean looking men. Mommy doesn't have her
trousers on, and her blouse is ripped open in the
front. She is all bloody and doesn't move. Just lays
there.
The little girl panics. She wants to run out and save
her mommy, but she is too scared. She is also afraid
that the bad men would hurt her too. So she just grabs
her worn out teddy bear and hides herself under her
bed. Tears are falling down her cheeks as she wishes
that the bad men would go away and her mommy would come
back to her. But that is never to happen. The sounds of
violence stop, but Natasha is still shocked, curled up
on the floor, too scared to even open her eyes and
refusing to understand what she had seen. Nobody comes
to rescue her. Not that day or the day after.
On the third day, two policemen break in the door and
finally drag her and her teddy bear out of their
safety.
That third day is the start of Natasha's new life. And
it starts with a complete blur. She asks the policemen
to take her back to her mommy but instead of doing that
they just tell her that her mommy has been beaten and
raped to death. That she has no mother anymore. Natasha
can't understand what they mean. It can't be true. She
is sure that very soon her mommy will come back and
take her home. She will make everything right again.
The policemen are liars, though. Four hours after they
have kidnapped Natasha from her home, their colleagues
will release her mother from a lock-up where they have
kept her for two days. When she'll arrives home, she'll
call for her daughter but won't get an answer. She'll
goes out to look for her from the playground and in the
neighbourhood, but with no result. Despair will crawl
its way into her mind. She'll go back home and still
won't find her precious daughter. Her face is still
bruised after the attack and every part of her body
hurts. She'll spend the rest of the day and the
following night sitting at the kitchen table, holding
her head with her hands and crying.
The policemen lock Natasha up in the back of their
truck and start driving. Not even once do they pay any
attention to the crying little girl. She hears them
talking about how another piece of fuck meat had gotten
what she deserved, how they would have liked to have
their share of the whore too, how their cocks got hard
when they saw her, how it was all her own fault. And
she hears them laughing that cruel and ugly laughter
that she has never heard before. Natasha doesn't
understand all the words they are using, but somehow
she still realized that they are talking about her
mommy, and that makes her cry even harder. The drive
seems to last forever.
Finally the truck stops in front of a decayed, grey
concrete building with a sign "girls' communal
orphanage 27" on the wall. The policemen drag her out
of the vehicle and walk her in through the front door
of the building. Inside they meet an old, balding man
in a grey, worn out suit.
"Good morning Dimitrie, good morning Valeriu. What do
you officers have for me today?" the old man asks
"Hello Ivan," says one of the policemen, "We've got
another one for you. The mother was beaten and raped to
death a couple of days ago in the suburbs. No
relatives. No money. A typical case. So instead of
leaving her out on the streets, we thought you might be
interested," they lie.
Ivan steps closer to Natasha. He grabs her chin and
turns her head around. There is not even a slightest
expression of kindness on his face as he inspects the
girl with his eyes. The look in Ivan's eyes frightens
Natasha. This is obviously a very bad man, but she
can't turn her eyes away from his stern look. She still
has her worn out teddy bear with her and she presses it
against her chest harder, as if it was something that
could save her from all the scary things around her.
"She's skinny," Ivan says matter-of-factly, "but I
suppose I can take her in anyway, I've got one free bed
at the moment. I suppose the usual price is ok, five
free ones for you both."
The policemen anxiously salute Ivan, turn on their
heels and rush out of the room as if they were suddenly
in a big hurry. And as suddenly Natasha realizes she is
alone with this strange man, who is still staring at
her with his cold, grey eyes.
KLAUS DORFMAN
Meet Klaus Dorfman, a 58 years old German attorney. He
is a wealthy and respected gentleman with all the money
he can possibly spend, a big mansion in a good area,
and several expensive cars. Even though he is not a
real looker himself with his grey, balding hair and
extra weight, he still has a beautiful trophy wife who
is over 20 years younger than him. Some could say that
here is a man who has everything a man can dream of. A
happy man. But that is not the case at all. Klaus
Dorfman is not happy.
Something very important is still missing from his life
and Klaus is painfully aware of that. He wants to, no,
he needs to satisfy his sick lust. Every day he urges
for perverse sex, and after all these pain filled years
he has now found himself in a situation that he just
has to get to rape a little girl. He has no other
option anymore. Klaus Dorfman is frustrated, because
the dark depths of his depraved mind tell him to always
go for sicker and more sadistic pleasure, and that's
why he can't satisfy his aching cock properly anymore.
He has tried almost everything so far. He has pissed on
women, shitted on women, raped women and beaten women,
but none of these perversions seem to be enough for
Klaus Dorfman anymore. He needs more, and something he
hasn't tried out yet. More perversions, more cruelty,
more violence and more destroyed lives marked on the
shaft of his cock. Better orgasms and stronger feeling
of power. But Klaus Dorfman still has one area left
that he hasn't explored so far. He needs to get to rape
children. Pure, innocent and vulnerable little cunts.
He is convinced that raping a cunt like that would
definitely satisfy the lustful monster in his mind, at
least for some time. At least for a short while.
Klaus Dorfman has successfully defended several rapists
and pedophiles in court. He knows that these men have
really been guilty for committing these serious crimes,
but he doesn't care. Every time he gets a rapist or a
pedophile to walk free, he can feel a warm feeling of
satisfaction and triumph going through his whole body.
And after all the money is just too good for him to
start caring for the rights of the sex crime victims.
But the most important thing for him right now, is that
he's been able to make some very good contacts among
the pedophiles throughout Germany. So Klaus Dorfman
needs to make just a couple of private enquiries and
the pedophiles provide their benefactor with several
addresses to whorehouses that sell child meat. The kind
of solidarity our man Klaus here likes the best. Now he
just has to take a taxi to Berlin international airport
and get in a plane to Bucharest.
And so we meet Klaus Dorfman in the heart of Bucharest,
at the reception of Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel,
which is the most expensive and luxurious hotel he can
possibly find. Nobody pays any attention to him as he
merges himself with the whole army of other suit and
tie – businessmen who stand around the lobby carrying
their briefcases. He uses a false name to check himself
in and goes to the restaurant to eat the heaviest steak
he can find on the menu.
After his dinner he goes to the men's room where he has
a piss on the floor and all over the toilet paper rack.
Then he straightens his tie, snorts, spits on the
mirror and with a pounding heart walks to a public
telephone and dials the number a very special friend
has given him. In the phone, Klaus is given the address
where to go to and so he takes a look in a Bucharest
map, gets into a taxi and tells the driver to take him
to a couple of blocks away from his final destination.
The drive lasts for at least 30 minutes and when the
car finally stops, the Bucharest around is very
different from the luxury of Marriott Bucharest Grand
Hotel. The area is obviously very poor. Many of the
houses seem to be deserted and in the distance, about
two or three kilometers away, one can see a comfortless
skyline of a grey Soviet-style suburb. But Klaus
Dorfman isn't here to look at the architecture. He
couldn't care less about the conditions Romanian people
live in.
His heart is pounding, he's breathing heavily from the
excitement and under his slacks his cock feels heavy
and hard like a barrel of a shotgun. All he can think
of is rape. Crying children being forced to suck his
fat monster meat. Pre-cum moistens his underwear and
his mouth gets filled with drool. Some of it even
escapes accidentally out from the side of his mouth.
After walking a couple of blocks, Klaus Dorfman finds
himself in front of a decayed, grey concrete building
with a sign "girls' communal orphanage 27" on the wall.
He walks to the door and presses the doorbell button.
Soon the door opens and Klaus Dorfman is standing face
to face with an old, balding man in a grey, worn out
suit.
"Good evening, sir. I have understood that you and I
could make some business together. I suppose it was you
I called about an hour ago," Klaus starts.
"That is quite possible. It depends on what you've got
to offer me. Please step inside, sir," the man replies
and goes on, "My name is Ivan and I am the manager of
the girls' communal orphanage 27."
Once inside Ivan tells Klaus that some necessary
precautions are required in order to go further. He
tells him to raise his arms so he can make a personal
search for him and be sure he isn't carrying any
weapons whatsoever with him. Klaus says he has nothing
against it and decides to move on with a bold attitude,
"I am interested in little girls.
One of my friends recommended your place and I mean
business. You've got the merchandise and I've got the
cash," to stress his words, Klaus digs out his wallet
from his pocket and hands a 100€ bill to Ivan.
The old man eagerly takes the money and smiles to
Klaus, "I understand, sir. I am sure we will find a
satisfactory solution for your needs. Please follow me,
sir."
As they walk along a dreary corridor, Klaus Dorfman
begins to have a very good feeling about Ivan and about
the whole place. This can't be a set up for sure. He
can hear distant sounds of crying and furious yelling
coming from behind some of these numerous locked doors.
The place looks more like a prison than an orphanage
and this old man is way too unkempt to be an undercover
police officer. His suit is at least two sizes too
small and "for God's sake, I'm sure I saw dried sperm
stains on his trousers?" he thinks.
Ivan leads Klaus to a room that looks like an office
and turns around to face him. "As you must by now have
understood, we are not a charity organization. But we
do have lots of good little whores of all ages for
sale. You can either rent one to be used here or
purchase one to be taken away with you. What is your
age preference, sir?"
Klaus is a bit stunned about Ivan's formal
straightforwardness and starts to stammer, "Uh, well...
I... I'd like to have a young one... for rent... around
six years of age... can that be arranged?"
"That will be no problem, sir," Ivan replies, "I
personally prefer cunts of that age too. For 400€ you
can have one from that age group for two hours and if
you want to use her longer I will charge 50€ for every
extra hour. The price includes normal fucking in a
girl's cunt, ass and mouth. I require the payment in
advance, please."
Klaus knew to expect this, but money is not a problem
for him. Once again he digs out his wallet, places
2000€ on the counter and says, "What can you offer me
for these?"
He can't wait any longer. He has been waiting for so
long for this and the things this old man is telling
him is making his cock so hard that it hurts. Right now
he would be ready to pay just about anything just to
get to bury his rod inside some crying little slut.
The old man looks up to Klaus and his eyes are filled
with pure greed. Klaus can hear the tone of his voice
change from official to a mixture of fawning respect as
he moves the Euros in his sweaty hands and groans,
"Sir, with this money you can do whatever you wish. We
have no limits for customers like you. Fuck, piss, beat
or even kill. Just carry out your every desire. I will
get a virgin for you, if that is what you prefer, sir."
There is a short silence when Klaus Dorfman chuckles to
himself and thinks of the forthcoming pleasures before
he says, "Good, that is exactly what I prefer. I
suppose we can call it a deal then?"
Ivan pushes the 2000€ to his pocket and stands up
saying, "Please follow me and I will take you to
inspect the girls."
They go back to the corridor where Ivan opens a heavy
metal door with his key. They step into a hall where
Klaus can see the most beautiful sight he has ever
seen. The sounds Klaus has heard earlier are all gone
now. The air smells like a mixture of dirt, sweat and
the smoke of Ivan's mini cigar.
IVAN PETROV
Ivan Petrov, an aging man, almost 70 years old, is very
pleased with his situation. He has a good position in a
communal orphanage in Bucharest and he personally knows
many important men in the politics and law enforcement.
When he came to Romania 20 years ago, his only plan was
to get as much money as possible as soon as possible
and he was ready to use any means necessary to achieve
his goal. Now he is, if not exactly rich, at least
doing very well.
In addition to this, he is a feared and respected man,
knowing which pleases him even more. Ivan has never
hesitated when it comes to playing it dirty. He is an
unscrupulous man and uses corruption and blackmail to
get what he wants. His kingdom, girl's communal
orphanage 27, offers "special services" for men who
have enough money or power to feed Ivan's endless lust
for wealth.
20 years ago in Russia, Ivan Petrov was just a poor
bastard with a nagging wife and a teenage daughter,
when one day, all of a sudden he just decided that he
has had enough. He needed to break the routine, so he
contacted the local Mafia and sold his wife and his
daughter to sexual slavery.
That was the most important decision in his life. It
earned him well enough cash that he could start a new
and a better life somewhere far away from the dull and
shitty circles he had been used to. His contacts in
Mafia advised him to go to Bucharest, because they had
the city in their tight grip and could help him to get
a fresh start there.
Ivan Petrov has always hated women. He beat his wife
regularly and molested his daughter ever since she was
five years old. He has committed several rapes
including also child victims, so when he was offered a
chance to run one of the communal orphanages for
homeless and poor children in Bucharest, that made him
the happiest man on earth. Of course he knew that the
Russian Mafia had arranged the whole thing, and he
would have to play along by their rules, but he didn't
mind that. His other eye looked for money and the other
for rape and violence. There were no other concerns.
One day the former manager of the girls' communal
orphanage 27, a religious woman in her 30's was found
raped and shot to death at her home. Quite soon the
police was offered enough bribes to bury the case and
one of the local, corrupt politicians, who by his own
request will stay anonymous here, gave the job to an
unknown, Russian man; Ivan Petrov. The politician did
know about his tendencies, but he didn't care. He had
waited a long time for a chance like this and now he
had it and he wasn't going to miss it.
Now he finally had a chance to really get to wallow in
his perversion and make his lust for sex with children
to come true. He met Ivan in his office and told him he
expects to see a change of routines in the orphanage.
He said that the care of homeless children takes too
much funds from the society and it could be used for
more important purposes. With these "more important
purposes" he naturally meant his own pay, which he
raised the next week he had hired Ivan. He also
promised to pay Ivan very well if he met his standards.
So in result, almost all the funds for communal
orphanages were cut down. That meant the children got
only one cold meal per day and most of the staff was
fired. But Ivan Petrov didn't protest. He couldn't have
cared less. The fairly good pay he was promised was all
he could think about. And finally, when the politician
took him out to the finest restaurants and prostitutes
of Bucharest, these two men became very good friends
and partners in corruption and perversion. The next day
Ivan Petrov was already at work, full of excitement and
passion.
HATE, POWER AND OBSCENITY
Let's meet attorney Klaus Dorfman again, standing in
the main hall of the girls' communal orphanage 27.
There in front of his lustful eyes is the whole result
of cruelty and greed of the mankind. The big room is
full of little girls of almost all ages varying from
three to sixteen. They all are dressed up in rags that
look like they could only be used for mopping the
floors.
Most of the girls are obviously starving, many of them
are crying silently or then just curled up in their own
little world, trying to forget everything that
surrounds them. An old black and white television is in
the corner viewing hard core pornography and a few
girls sit around it looking at the fucking and sucking
with their empty eyes.
When the girls see Ivan, two of them immediately run to
him and start begging for something, probably food, on
their knees. Ivan looks at the desperate girls at his
feet and pure rage is filling his mind. "Get away from
me, you fucking whores," he yells and kicks them away
in disgust. Then, still furious, he looks at Klaus and
shouts, "Look at these whores, sir! Is there anything
more worthless in the whole fucking world?"
He stops for a moment to get calm again, then spits on
the crying girls on the floor. Klaus Dorfman finds this
very amusing. Compared to Ivan he feels he could be the
merciful Samaritan. That state of things must change.
He laughs and follows Ivan's example spitting on the
children. "Indeed. There is not," he comments and Ivan
goes on, "All they need is good, raw cock and
discipline. Please do me a favor, sir, and pick up one.
Make me a happy man."
Klaus takes another look around the hall while the two
girls are still crying on the floor. Seeing little
girls curled up in fetal positions, sucking their
thumbs and rocking their bodies back and forth gives
him great pleasure. He starts to rub his slimy cock
through his expensive slacks. As an avowed racist he
notices straight away that many of the girls are
obviously gypsies.
Those girls who are not completely catatonic are
looking at Klaus with fear in their eyes. He walks
slowly across the hall and every time he approaches a
group of girls, they turn their eyes down and try to
pay as little attention as possible. They already know
by now that their lives are worth nothing and every new
man that Ivan brings to them is a means a serious
danger. Klaus Dorfman baths in joy and lust. He feels
like a wolf that's been let loose in a henhouse, so he
takes his time and squeezes the girls' cunts and
undeveloped tits. Ivan stands in the background smoking
and chuckling to himself.
This is way better than Klaus could have ever imagined.
He notices a skinny girl who looks to be about six
years old and points her out to Ivan. "That whore
there, has she been fucked before?"
"A good choice, sir," Ivan replies and hurries to his
side. "She's new here. Came in just today so she
probably hasn't been broken yet. Her name is Natasha."
Klaus Dorfman now flashes his evil smile at Natasha who
still has her old teddy bear in her squeeze. She
startles when she hears her name being mentioned. Klaus
takes a stern look in her eyes and says, "I am not
interested in what her fucking name is. She's just a
whore to me and she looks good enough. I want to rape
the shit out of her cunt."
Right away Ivan strides to Natasha and drags her up
from her hair. Natasha screams out in pain and her
teddy bear falls on the floor. The other girls run in
panic to the other side of the hall. Klaus picks up the
teddy bear and looks at it for a while. "So is this
piece of shit your only toy, you little cunt?," he says
and Ivan quickly translates it to Natasha. Lustful
frenzy fills attorney Klaus Dorfman's mind.
He lets out a sick giggle and starts to tear the teddy
bear apart. He rips its head off and throws it against
the wall. Then with a couple of powerful yanks he
separates the toy's hands and feet from its body and
throws them at the face of Natasha, who is now
screaming in horror. All the time Ivan holds Natasha's
head and forces her to watch the destruction of the
only thing in this world that she has left to love
anymore. He is now excited too and can't resist a
similar sick giggle constantly escaping from his lips
as he witnesses this cruel, sadistic act. He shoves the
girl roughly towards Klaus, who lifts her up so he can
look into her eyes and drink from her fear.
Then he suddenly shoves his tongue deep inside
Natasha's mouth and starts moving it obscenely all
around. He pushes it deeper and deeper until her little
mouth is completely filled with this slimy piece of
meat. He can hear and feel how the child screams her
horror out straight into his mouth. The girl's face
turns red from the crying, tears fall down her cheeks
and snot bursts out of her nostrils, but Klaus doesn't
stop.
He still has his tongue buried deep down her throat and
he starts to grunt like a pig. Grunt always louder and
louder until he is shouting from the bottom of his
lungs. At the same time he squeezes her body with all
his power. Natasha's tries to free herself by kicking,
but it is no use. The child is too weak against the
power of this adult man.
Ivan looks at them and lets out a dry snarl, "Please
follow me. I will give you some privacy that two lovers
like you need." He walks to another door, opens it and
escorts Klaus and Natasha to one of the girls'
bedrooms. A bare light bulb is hanging from the ceiling
and lighting up a room with no furniture. There is a
window behind the bars, but it's so dirty that it's
impossible to see what's on the other side.
There is an empty bucket in the corner, a roll of paper
towels and in the middle of the floor there are a few
dirty mattresses with stains all over them. The sweet
scent of sperm and sweat is hovering in the air. "Be my
guest, sir. Now you are free to do absolutely whatever
you want," he says, steps out of the room and closes
the door behind him.
Klaus Dorfman is in ecstasy. Finally he has a helpless
child in his possession, and absolutely no-one will
come between him and his perverted desires. Natasha is
standing in the middle of the room, quiet, scared and
looking down. Klaus is blocking the whole doorway with
his massive body. He is licking his lips and trying to
make the most out of the moment.
THE SHOW
As soon as Ivan closes the door he hurries into the
next room, which isn't a bedroom. It is a special room
reserved for occasions like this. In the dim lighting
you can see a big TV screen and video equipment on the
opposite wall to the door. In the middle of the room
there is a large sofa on which police officers Dimitrie
and Valeriu are sitting still dressed up in their
uniforms, but stroking their hard cocks poking out of
their trousers and talking to each other in the
Romanian language.
In another corner a middle aged woman is tied up and
gagged, sitting on the floor. She's desperately trying
free herself, but with no result. Ivan unbuttons his
trousers too, digs out his cock and sits on the sofa
beside the policemen. Then they all start staring at
the screen which shows Klaus Dorfman standing in front
of the door licking his lips and looking at little girl
Natasha breaking slowly in tears in the middle of an
unfurnished room.
"Take off those fucking rags," Klaus says, but gets no
response. It is quite clear that he's not going to take
any shit like this. With just two steps he's at the
side of Natasha and brutally throws her against the
wall. Then he roars from the bottom of his lungs, "You
will obey me, cunt. You will do what I tell you, you
little piece of shit."
Of course the girl can't understand a word he is saying
to him, but Klaus doesn't care. He is just too excited
to remember that it's not very likely that a six years
old Romanian girl would speak German. He has lost all
control.
Klaus grabs the clothing Natasha is wearing and just
rips it off. The girl is completely naked under it. She
has no tits and she has no pubic hair, which of course
isn't a real surprise. Her dirty black hair is tangled
and reaching her shoulders.
She's already bruised all over her body and on her
waist you can see a red streak in a place where Klaus
just a minute ago had squeezed her up. Also Natasha has
lost it and is crying uncontrollably again. Klaus
Dorfman raises his right hand and smacks the child on
her cheek, "Fucking whore!" He smacks her a second
time, "Whore!" And a third, "I will kill you, whore!"
His voice is shaking from all the excitement and he has
to stop beating the girl so that she would stay
conscious. He uses his foot to trip the girl up and
starts to undress himself.
His hands are shaking as he tries to remove his tie.
He'd like to just tear his own shirt away with buttons
and all but from somewhere he finds enough self-
discipline to open them. He tries to kick his slacks
off as soon as possible, but he loses his balance and
stumbles down, all the time panting like a bull in
heat. Natasha crawls on the floor, screaming, mouthing
words in Romanian, which Klaus doesn't understand, nor
is interested in understanding. Probably she's crying
for her dead mother or her dead teddy bear to come and
help her. Who knows? Who cares?
The three men in the next room at least don't seem to
care. Helping this poor girl is the last thing in their
minds as they stroke their cocks and their eyes are
fixed in the TV screen where this German attorney is
going totally insane on the poor little child.
Klaus Dorfman, now on the floor has won the fight
against his clothing and now he's completely naked. He
grabs the little girl by her hair and pulls her on one
of the dirty mattresses. She tries to fight the man,
she beats him, kicks him, she tries to crawl away, but
Klaus sits on her face with all the weight of his hairy
and fat body, and that suffocates all the resistance.
Natasha can't breathe. Klaus rubs his asshole all over
her face. He can feel how her nose breaks under his
weight and blood starts to flow. Natasha's scream of
pain is muffled by his ass. "Yes! How do you like that,
cunt? Did I hurt your fucking nose?" he shouts in
ecstasy and farts all over her face. Then he stands up
to admire his work. Natasha sobs and covers her bloody
face with her hands. Klaus Dorfman stands over her and
masturbates his cock slowly. Strings of his slimy pre
cum fall down on the child's body.
The three men in the next room can just admire the
grotesque sight. From time to time they look at the
woman tied on the floor and laugh at her obvious
desperation. Dimitrie stands up and waves his erect
cock in front of her face. When the woman closes her
eyes, he kicks her hard in her stomach.
In the TV, Klaus Dorfman kicks the little girl hard in
her ribs. "Feel my power!," he roars in triumph. He
moves over between her legs and kicks her again in her
cunt. Then he just falls over the child and starts to
rub himself against her. His body is so big that it's
almost impossible to see the fragile girl from under
it. Klaus forces Natasha's eyelids open with his
fingers. He pushes out his tongue and starts licking
her eyeball.
Natasha tries to turn her head away, but she can't. She
tries to close her eye, but she can't. She can smell
and feel his panting on her face. That almost makes her
vomit. The sight of this man's slimy tongue licking her
face and eye is revolting until everything goes black.
Klaus' harsh tongue has damaged the eye nerve and now
she's half blind. Klaus doesn't notice this of course.
He just goes on like a madman, which he at the moment
pretty much is too.
Natasha can't think of much anymore. She is just scared
and in pain. She is sure she's in the place her mother
used to tell her about. She called it hell and she said
that all bad people go there. Natasha is sure now that
she has been a bad girl and now she has to suffer in
hell. It hurts so much. She can't understand why she
has been brought here. Why can't she be at home with
her mother? Why is everyone so bad to her and why is
this man lying on top of her? Why did he kill her teddy
bear? She is sure that this must be hell. Why? She
hasn't done anything bad.
Klaus Dorfman doesn't care about Natasha's thoughts. He
sits on her chest, puts is hand into a fist and punches
her mouth as hard as he can. It feels so good. He does
it again and again and smashes her teeth. He knows he
can afford this. He has paid for this. This is a gift
for his cock. The only thing that he loves in this
world. Now it's time to give it its reward. He leans
forward and pushes his cock deep inside Natasha's now
toothless mouth.
Klaus has quite a big cock, so he doesn't stop at her
mouth. He pushes forward until his sweaty pubic hair is
in contact with the girl's broken nose. However he is
too close to his orgasm now, so he doesn't start
pumping. Natasha starts to gag as this enormous thing
fills up her throat and finally the bitter vomit fills
her mouth and nose. Klaus has to pull out so that he
wouldn't shoot his load too soon. He looks at the
coughing girl for some time and feels very satisfied in
himself. He decides it's time to move on to the main
course.
"Now bitch, you are going to feel how it feels to be
fucked by a real man," Klaus tells the girl with deep
coldness in his voice. He places himself between her
legs and admires how big his manhood seems compared to
this small and hairless crack. "Oh yes, you are going
to get it now, cunt," he mutters, but Natasha doesn't
hear anymore. She has lost consciousness and doesn't
feel the pain anymore. But that is not to last for
long.
Klaus' cock is already slimy and slippery from pre cum
and spit, so he starts to penetrate the little hole
very slowly. The three men in the next room drop their
jaws at this impossible sight. Can anything be more
perverted than this? Can anything make a man's cock
harder than this? Klaus goes on very carefully until he
can feel a hymen blocking his way to the final
destination. But then, very suddenly and with full
power he rapes her virginity to shreds.
The attack is so violent, that it hurts him a lot too,
but Klaus is already far beyond the point of feeling
that, so he starts to pump his cock in and out in the
tight hole. In a snap of a cherry, Natasha is also full
awake and a piercing scream fills the air. It goes
through the door and echoes in the big hall, where the
other girls can hear it and fall deeper into their
catatonic despair.
Attorney Klaus Dorfman is just about to reach the best
orgasm of his whole life. He doesn't know it himself
yet, but this is it. The screams of the child are music
to his ears. He feels so strong. So powerful. He
increases his speed, he grunts like an animal, he can
feel it coming soon, he drools all over the girl's
face, he mauls her stomach and her chest as if he was
mauling the tits of a grown up woman. The three men in
the next room can't hold back anymore.
Fresh sperm lands on the dried stains on Ivan's
trousers and on the uniforms of the policemen. Klaus
Dorfman's eyes turn around in their sockets, every
muscle in his body tenses to the maximum, the child is
still screaming but it's now mixed with a long, horny
roar as Klaus can't hold it back anymore. He feels like
his brains could be flowing out of his cock head as
spasm after spasm he releases his adult seed to the
insides of little girl Natasha.
Klaus Dorfman lies all over the child in the
unfurnished room at girls' communal orphanage 27.
Nothing is happening for several minutes. The child is
not moving anymore. Klaus reaches out to pick up the
paper towel roll, then stands up and cleans himself up.
After that he picks up his clothes and starts to dress.
He is in no hurry. He does everything very thoroughly.
He buttons his shirt and makes a new Windsor knot in
his tie. He combs his hair, or what's left of it, and
finally puts on his jacket. He doesn't know if he has
killed the child or not. He doesn't bother to look. He
is not interested. He has got what he needed, so he
opens the door and steps out of the room. It's so quiet
you could hear a pin fall down on the floor.
THE BACKUP AND THE REVENGE
As soon as the door closes behind Klaus Dorfman,
another one opens in front of him and Ivan steps out.
"Congratulations, sir. I knew you wouldn't disappoint
me. What you did looked better than anything I've seen
so far. Please come visit here and I'll show you
something," he says. At the same second Klaus sees the
two police officers standing in the room, and also the
video equipment. In a flash he understands what has
been going on and starts to panic. Has this been a
setup? Ivan goes on, "Let me introduce you my most
loyal companions, Police officers Dimitrie and Valeriu.
Please do shake hands."
Klaus feels very startled. He knows he can't escape
because all the doors are locked, so he steps inside
the room and shakes the hands of the policemen. Ivan
goes on still, "These two gentlemen here were kind
enough to capture the whore you just had the pleasure
of raping, so I thought it would be at least
appropriate to give them a chance to see how she's
used. And it seems to me they are very pleased with
what they saw."
The policemen are smiling at Klaus and he starts to
relax a bit, but then he sees the expression on Ivan's
face turn sterner. "But now to some more serious
matters," he continues. "As you must understand we are
not ready to take any risks here, so the recent ordeal
has been videotaped from the second you stepped inside
the building and until you walked inside this room. I
will give one copy to you, which will be your part of
the evidence. But I will also keep one copy in my
possession. That way we will maintain the balance of
power.
"That is fair play to my opinion. You have two options
now, sir. You can either accept our terms and I can
assure you, that you will be safe. Or you can refuse
and these officers here will arrest you and then deal
with you within the law. With all respect, I truly hope
that you will pick up the first choice."
Klaus feels very irritated about the fact that someone
has seen what he just did. But as an attorney he knows
right away what his choices really are. And he doesn't
exactly feel like being locked away for years. There
are no choices. So he accepts the offer.
"Good. I am glad that we seem to understand each other.
Now please let me introduce you to our special guest,
Angela Galanis," Ivan says and points to the corner
where the tied up and gagged woman sits. She throws
murderous looks to Klaus and is still trying to open
her bonds. Ivan goes on, "Miss Galanis here is an
activist in a Romanian feminist organization. She has
worked very hard to promote women's liberation and to
stop the child prostitution and all those dirty little
things we so much like to do.
"She had just found out about our little business here
in the girls' communal orphanage 27, but luckily she
reported it to my loyal friends in the Romanian police.
Now she can see for herself what's going on. Miss
Galanis just saw everything you did to that poor girl
and I think she'd like to have a couple of words with
you. With your permission, I will now remove her gag."
As soon as the woman's gag is removed, she starts to
speak out in fury, "You monsters!" she screams in rage.
"You will never get out of this! How can you do such
horrible things to these innocent children here? You
can kill me now, but someone will get you nailed for
sure! You sick monsters..."
All the men burst in laughter as they listen to her
raging. Even though she sees it, she doesn't stop. She
just goes on threatening and throwing insults at them.
Then Ivan says, "Sir, what do you think we should do to
her? I can see she doesn't appreciate very much what
you did just a minute ago. I can see that she doesn't
even appreciate us men in general very much. What do
you think should be done?"
Klaus Dorfman looks at Ivan. He looks just too serious.
Then he looks at the video recorder. The power is
turned off. He looks for a camera, but can't see any.
Then he looks at the police officers. Valeriu takes out
his pistol and a glove and offers them to Klaus.
"Please sir, accept it. It will be a great honour to us
all," he says. The woman is still raging.
Klaus can hear how she says he should be killed or put
in prison. She says he is a sick loser and will get
caught. Valeriu nods his head and looks him straight in
the eyes. Klaus takes the glove and puts it in his
hand. Then he takes the pistol from Valeriu. He stands
in front of the woman now and takes an aim. Suddenly
there is silence again and after a few seconds the
woman starts to cry. "Please don't kill me," she
whines, "I don't want to die."
A glimpse of a smile can be seen on Klaus Dorfman's
face as he pulls the trigger and the woman falls dead
on the floor. "Can someone give me a ride to Marriott
Bucharest Grand Hotel, please," he says. And so he gets
back to his hotel in a police truck.
THE STRENGTH
Back at the hotel Klaus Dorfman has a strange feeling.
He doesn't know whether he should get drunk in the
restaurant or get straight away to the airport and back
to Germany. So he decides to go to his room and have a
good night sleep. When he wakes up in the morning he
feels like a new man. Everything seems very right now.
He thought he has been just obsessed, but now it is
very clear that everything has a bigger purpose too.
The men in the orphanage proved him that by letting him
kill the feminist whore.
He feels very excited again. The previous day he has
seen some cleaning women around the hotel, so before he
leaves, he decides to give them a present and totally
mess up his room. He empties his bladder on the sheets
so that the whole bed is wet with his piss. He shits on
the floor and spreads his excrement all over the wall-
to-wall carpet.
He goes to the toilet and forces rolls of toilet paper
down the drain so that it flows over as he flushes the
toilet again and again. He pulls down the curtains,
breaks bottles and glasses on the floor and in the end
he takes out his cock, masturbates and shoots his sperm
in the middle of a big mirror. He feels strong again.
Two hours after Klaus Dorfman has left to the airport,
an overstressed and over-rushed cleaning woman opens
the door, starts to cry and is about to have a nervous
breakdown when she sees the destruction. Her face is
bruised and she limps her other leg. Just three days
ago she has been beaten up and raped and just yesterday
she has lost her daughter. But if she wants to keep her
job, she can't miss another day from work. She has to
keep the schedule.
She must have strength. So she starts to clean up the
room and scrubs the dried shit off the carpet. All in
all it takes her over an hour to get the room fixed.
That is far too long and her boss calls her to his
room. He tells her briefly that Marriott Bucharest
Grand Hotel doesn't need her services anymore. Then he
hands out her final account and asks her to leave the
building. At the same time attorney Klaus Dorfman is
sitting in a plane, fallen deep into his thoughts,
enjoying a glass of delicious Rémy Martin Cognac.
EPILOGUE:
Klaus Dorfman did not manage to kill little girl
Natasha. But he managed to cause her plenty of serious
and permanent physical damage, not to mention the
mental trauma. She spent the rest of her life in a
totally catatonic state, which wasn't very long though,
because due to the lack of medication and nourishment
it took only one year after Klaus' visit to kill her.
During that one year she was still raped by 15 men, who
had a particular interest in traumatized girls.
Ivan Petrov finally decided to retire after spending 25
horny years in girls' communal orphanage 27. He has
left Romania, but the latest news says that he still
hasn't left the business completely. He's been seen in
Thailand running a charity home for children who have
been left orphan by the tsunami.
Police officers Dimitrie and Valeriu are still working
at the Bucharest police. For them nothing has changed a
lot. They still do their best to promote corruption,
child exploitation and misogyny and they regularly
provide new girls to several communal orphanages in
Bucharest. Yes, also to girls' communal orphanage 27,
because its present manager has naturally also been
picked up by our anonymous, corrupt politician.
The mother of little girl Natasha couldn't keep herself
together anymore as she got fired from her job at the
Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel. She considered
committing suicide, but as a religious woman she
couldn't do the decision. Now she is homeless and earns
her living as a cheap street whore on the streets of
Bucharest. Once again she had no option.
Attorney Klaus Dorfman is still trying to reach a
better orgasm and a better high than using Natasha gave
him. Since this he has become a regular child molester
and he has even had child sex slaves at his secluded
summer cabin. But in Klaus Dorfman's memories this
particular time in Bucharest still has the shiny
glamour glowing all over it.
Right now he is thinking about starting to kill
children in order to make it stronger. But otherwise he
is much happier than he used to be. The visit in girls'
communal orphanage 27 raised his self esteem a lot and
now he thinks he has found the meaning of life. Yes, he
still concentrates on his cock and lives by its rules,
but at the same time he's happy that he can destroy the
futures of many little cunts and that way make sure
that they will never grow up to be strong women. Klaus
Dorfman sees himself as a social benefactor now. He's
just making this world a better place for all men to
live in.
The murder of the women's rights activist Angela
Galanis was never investigated. And it never will be.
It has been buried deep in the bureaucracy of the
corrupt Romanian police, and for once, let's be honest
with ourselves, Isn't it just the way it should be too?
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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