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I Don't Care
by Hans Schultz (hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com)

***

The owner of a strip club tells us about his life which 
is filled with rape, abuse, corruption, racism and 
greed. (M+/F+, nc, rp, v, scat)

***

Why should I?

All those Amnesty faggots can keep their mouths shut as 
far as I'm concerned. I enjoy people's pain. I don't 
care. It's their own fault anyway. Life has been pretty 
good for me and that's enough. That's all I'm 
interested in.

My upstairs neighbour has a nasty habit of beating his 
wife. Almost every Friday, as I'm sitting on my couch 
watching TV, I hear noises from their apartment. The 
same routine almost every week. My neighbour comes 
home, probably drunk, and starts yelling at his wife. 
He calls her a "fucking whore" and threatens to kill 
her. I never really hear her wife before she starts 
screaming. The punches are so loud that I can clearly 
hear them through the ceiling. 

"He must be throwing her around", I think as I take out 
my cock and listen to the sound of furniture crashing, 
week after week. 

What should I do then? Call the police? No fucking way! 
Too much trouble. And the cries of the bitch make my 
cock rock hard.

And why should I care about her? She's just some cunt 
that I even don't know.

So I just take out one of my kiddy-porn mags and wank 
myself into an orgasm, imagining that one of those tiny 
girls are at her place receiving all the beating and 
violence. I can imagine my neighbour beating her head 
against the floor and in my eyes I can see the blood 
all over the floor. Oh, how much I would like to be 
there, watching the show. As a matter of fact, I've 
started to even wait for him to come home on Fridays, 
so I could get to shoot my load.

The wife is a screamer and my absolute favourites are 
her "Please somebody help me!" and "Doesn't anybody 
hear!" cries. At that point I always wank my cock very 
powerfully, and debase her in my privacy. I call her a 
whore and a worthless cunt. And as I cum, I smear my 
load all over the little girl eyes that are looking at 
me from the magazine.

On Saturdays the cunt is usually wearing dark glasses, 
but that doesn't hide the truth. Her face is beaten 
black and blue, and it requires a great deal of self 
control to stay calm and not to rape here there and 
then in the stairs. 

She knows that I know and she knows that I haven't 
helped her. What a bitch! Why doesn't she help herself?

I don't care.

Yes, little girls. I like fucking them. They're tight 
and it's very easy to show them who the boss is. And I 
am the boss.

I have read that sexual abuse causes permanent damage 
in the child's psyche, but I don't care about that. I 
need my orgasm, and a child cunt fits tightly around my 
cock. That's enough. 

And I don't have to worry about them getting pregnant. 
So what, if the child hurts while I'm penetrating her? 
I'm not the one who's hurting.

The city is big and the poverty is spreading like a 
disease. No-one really pays attention to me when I 
drive around in my car, stop by a homeless child and 
lure her inside with money or drugs. 

The youngest of them haven't really done drugs so far, 
but that doesn't matter. They're still very eager to 
give it a try and they're just meat for me. 

Of course there's always a possibility that a five year 
old will die to an overdose of heroin, but who cares? 
No-one will be missing them anyway. 

And even some police officers are killing the street 
children. I'm just doing them a favour. Nobody fucking 
cares about that scum.

It's just too bad if they die before I get to fuck 
them. It's not very fun to rape a corpse.

I help the girls to use the needle and make sure that 
they'll get properly fucked up. 

I don't want them to remember me or my licence plates 
afterwards. 

I drive them to an abandoned place and as soon as we're 
there I simply attack the kids. Sometimes they scream 
when I start tearing off their clothes but a couple of 
sharp hits with my fist are usually enough to keep them 
quiet. Then again, I don't have anything against 
screaming kids as long as I can fuck them too. 

I have popped tens of kiddy cherries, and as a matter 
of fact I am pretty proud of it. 

Of course the kids always cry during the abuse, but 
that's probably very familiar to them. I'm sure that 
it's not the first time they've cried. And sticking 
your cock into a crying child's mouth is a superb 
sensation, I can tell you.

The penetration doesn't usually last very long. And why 
should it? 

My orgasm is always very powerful at these situations 
and I just want to shoot my wad and go! It's just great 
to feel my cock invading the tiny crack which has been 
used only for peeing so far. Sometimes it's very 
difficult to get my full grown man's cock inside the 
too small cunt, but by using some force I have always 
found my way inside. 

I guess that my big cock hurts them a lot and their 
pain must be almost unbearable as I violently pop their 
cherries. But I don't care. It's their pain, not mine. 
And the virginal blood on my cock makes me even more 
hornier. And, after I've cummed inside their tiny 
cunts, I just get into my car and drive away. 

It's not my problem to find them their next fix.

One or two times I have been seen while I have been 
raping some cunt, but no-one has ever come to interrupt 
me. Neither called the cops. I am not the only one who 
doesn't care. No-one does.

These cunts wear themselves out very quickly. From time 
to time I have seen some of them begging at the street 
corners. After a year they usually look like they're 
half dead. Bruised and dirty, sniffing glue from 
plastic bags. What a disgusting sight!

I have always called the police to come and take care 
of them. I know that the cops will probably just beat 
them up and take them to some more abandoned area, but 
I don't care. I just want to get the fucking brats out 
of my sight. 

This kind of city creates lots of violence. That's a 
fact. And an ordinary man, like me, should stay away 
from it. I don't intervene. It will just get me in 
trouble. Usually, but not always. It depends on the 
situation.

I have intervened sometimes too. Like one time at the 
underground, when I was waiting for a train to come. 
There weren't many people. Just me and couple of other 
men in their fifties. Then there were two young lads 
who were talking to a drunken, young cock-tease. 

Well, everything was quite normal until the lads 
started to get aggressive and one of them punched the 
bitch in her face. She fell down and started screaming 
for someone to call the police. But none of us did. I 
and the other men just turned our heads away. 

You know the situation. Everybody does. "I don't want 
to intervene. Here are others too, the may as well do 
something."
 
But none of us men did a thing as the guys went on 
kicking the screaming girl on the floor and started to 
drag her on her feet again. One of us turned on his 
heels and headed towards the stairs. The rest of us 
were nervously looking at our watches…and from time to 
time stealing glimpses of the action. And I am pretty 
sure that I was not the only one whose cock got hard 
there and then.
 
The young lads dragged the girl on her feet, tore down 
her jeans and one of them begun raping her towards the 
wall. They didn't seem to pay any attention to us. 
Maybe they thought that they could overpower us easily, 
which was probably true. 

But just then an older cunt in her office uniform 
walked down the stairs and saw the situation. Then she 
saw the other men and me standing on the platform. 

"Why aren't you doing anything!?" she shouted at our 
direction and took out her cell phone.

I knew she was going to call the cops, and that was the 
point when Devil got in me and I intervened. I didn't 
want to miss a good show. 

There was still about five minutes time before the 
train would arrive. I took a few quick steps to the old 
cunt and punched her face hard.

"You ain't gonna call anywhere!" I snapped out as she 
lost her balance and dropped her phone on the floor. I 
kicked the phone farther from there and then happened 
something that got me truly amazed. One of the older 
gentlemen picked up the phone, raised his hand and 
threw it against the wall. It went to pieces. 

I guess I wasn't the only one who didn't want to miss 
the show. So, everything was perfect. The old cunt 
started to cry and ran up the stairs and the young lads 
took turns raping the bitch, who was screaming for us 
to help her. But we didn't help her. 

All of us ignored her pain at that point as we fondled 
our crotches very shamelessly. A live show on the 
underground platform! I could see her pubic hair and 
the cocks going in and out of her cunt. The guys were 
very brutal and tried to reach their orgasms as soon as 
possible. I could clearly hear how the back and the 
head of the bitch slammed against the wall with every 
thrust. And I could her moans of pain. 

I think I could even see the tears and the desperate 
look on her face.

I fondled my cock through the thin fabric of my pants, 
just like the other men were doing too. And after a 
short while I cummed and felt my hot slime going down 
my thighs. Wet spots appeared on my pants and my sticky 
cock softened in the pool of my semen.

As the guys finished raping her, she collapsed down on 
the floor, sobbing. She just lied on the floor with her 
bare cunt and didn't even try to cover herself. 

Then we all just went on waiting. A bit by bit more 
people started to gather on the station, but no-one 
paid attention to the crying bitch on the floor. 

People just looked away and minded their own business. 
Some men just threw some horny looks at her direction. 
Then the train arrived and we stepped in, leaving her 
there alone. To be used by anyone who would feel like 
it. That really made my day.

I'm sure that many of you are now saying that we should 
have helped her. That we should have called the cops at 
least. But why on earth would we have done such things? 
To stop her pain? To show some humanity? Or just 
because she asked us to help her?

None of us did know her. Why should we have cared for 
her? 

She was drunk and she was a tease, so it was all her 
own fault. And then, all of us men seemed to enjoy the 
situation a lot. Her pain gave us much pleasure, so 
wouldn't it have been completely insane to try to stop 
it all? 

We did enjoy ourselves and that fucking bitch didn't. 
As simple as that. And what's the big deal after all? 
She was just a woman. Who cares? I don't.

I am an owner of a sex shop and a strip joint. The job 
is good, because it gives me an opportunity to make 
some big money. 

Lots of poor immigrants have been moving into the city, 
but usually the only job that a foreign bitch can get 
here is the job of a prostitute or a stripper. And I 
hire only the illegal immigrants. I will then be able 
to make them work for me as strippers AND prostitutes 
who will agree to anything. 

If they won't, I will threaten to turn them in to the 
police. 

I'm paying them just enough money so they can buy food 
for themselves, but the money they earn for me is 
enough to make my life worth living.

My place, among a couple of others, is very popular 
among the perverts of the city. It's not unusual to see 
some of the richest bignobs of the city sitting at the 
tables, watching the show. 

The entrance fee is quite high, but it includes a free 
blowjob as you come in. I've usually put the newcomers 
to do that, because I've noticed that many of my 
customers seem to enjoy a hesitating and a slightly 
unwilling woman. 

There are usually five whores on their knees in a row, 
and as soon as the customer has paid, one of them will 
open his zipper and starts to suck his cock. The whores 
are allowed just to wipe their faces clean with a cloth 
before taking in a new customer. 

This feature is quite popular and it really is quite 
fun to watch as five bitches in a row work all on 
different men. 

Some of the whores come from countries which are in 
war, and the cunts are so afraid they might have to go 
back, that they won't protest. 

I find it very amusing, and sometimes I have even 
promised my customers free drinks, if they manage to 
make their welcoming whore to throw up.

Once inside the joint, it's allowed to do almost 
everything if you've got the cash.

Lots of my whores have to spend the whole night under a 
table, sucking the customer's cock for hours. Men don’t 
have to use a condom if they don't want to, so in the 
case of pregnancy the whores are forced to make an 
abortion. The birth control pills are just too 
expensive. An illegal abortion in the backroom of my 
joint is an easy and cheap way to take care of the 
problems. 

It's also possible to rent a private urinal to be 
chained in the wall of the men's room. 

A leading politician of our city, who will stay 
nameless, once did that, and he paid for her to be a 
public urinal for the whole night. 

When the place got closed in the evening, the bitch was 
totally covered with everything that can come out of a 
man's body. Globs of yellow and white slime were 
filling her every orifice. She was crying and her eyes 
were red from tears and cum. Someone had even had a 
shit on the top of her head.

She was a brown skinned whore, and the right wing 
politicians had obviously brought out their frustration 
and anger on her. As I visited the men's room during 
that night, I saw a line of my business-suited 
customers in front of her. Each one of them waiting for 
their turn to get to humiliate the poor bitch.

"Go back home, you fucking cunt!" they laughed as they 
pissed on her. 

Sometimes a man grabbed her wet hair, forced his cock 
inside her mouth and throat-fucked her until she threw 
up and the man shot his slime on her face or in her 
hair.

All the time the whole line of men shouted insults to 
her. They called her a nigger whore and they threatened 
to kill her and every other immigrant in the city.

That was a good night for me because of that toilet-
cunt. The horny men used lots of money in my whores and 
after they had satisfied themselves, they stayed in the 
bar and drank my expensive drinks until they went 
bananas. 

As I released the bitch in the toilet, I told her to go 
wash herself and then go to bed. 

She didn't speak a word to me. She just walked away as 
all that urine and cum was slowly moving down on her 
skin.

The next day she was found dead in her room. She had 
hanged herself. And no suicide note was found.

I found out later that she had two kids to take care 
of, and now they had been transferred to the 
authorities. They have been sent back to their home 
country and that's it. Both of them are probably dead 
by now. 

The ethnic cleansings there are not very merciful, I 
have heard.

But that's none of my business. I don't care what 
happens to some foreign brats.

Later I told the politician about the girl's faith and 
he got so horny that he bought another cunt from me and 
beat and raped her for the whole night.

Some people have got the money. And that's my profit.

I think these are not very big questions at all. I live 
according to my situation and so does everybody else. 
Oh yeah, go on and ask, "What if you were one of the 
unlucky ones yourself?" 

Well I am not one of them, so shut your fucking mouths!
I am a white male, and I and the ones like me have 
built up this society. 

I take what I want and I've got a right to do that. So 
go to Hell with your liberalism.

I can't understand people who are always complaining 
about everything. Animal rights? What the fuck? What's 
the point?

I want to eat meat and I want my meat cheap. If it 
requires that the animals are kept in small cages and 
treated badly and brutally, I will allow that to 
happen. 

I just want to get what I need.

I need to have oil to keep my car on the move. So go on 
and drill that oil for me. 

I won't be walking to the supermarket because of the 
wankers, who say that it's destroying the environment 
and the living conditions of some poor people. 

I don't care about them. 

You may go and kill them as far as I'm concerned. Don't 
come telling me that I should feed the hungry people of 
the third world. It's their problem, not mine. 

I don't care. 

I am not hungry and I'm not planning to be. If you want 
me to help, just give me a couple of those starving 
children and I will give them some bread…after I've 
fucked them, of course. 

I could use a slave.

And then finally: Females, I'm not going to say this 
nicely, because I really want to make myself clear.

If some men are stupid enough to treat their bitches as 
equal human beings, that's not just their problem. The 
freedom of the womankind has managed to destroy a lot 
of the good patriarchal society we're living in. 

Giving them a right to vote is about the same if you 
gave pigs the right to vote. 

So let's put this straight once and for all: You women 
are all whores to be used by our cocks. Beaten and 
used. Where's the natural order…by the rule of penis? 

Men were designed to rule, destroy and enslave. We need 
to have our servants and women were designed to serve 
us by bearing the brunt of our anger and rage. 

Your holes are there for us men to release our anger 
and frustration and every man has a right to just pick 
up one of you. It's your part. To please us and suffer 
and become belly-swollen in the process. 

Our cocks are the best weapon to remind you of your 
slave status.   

That is the right way of thinking. We should have a 
military government and the secret police, which would 
take care of the people who won't agree to these terms. 
The threat of torture and the death penalty will 
correct the miss-thinkers. 

The amount of pain and agony in the world may increase 
a lot, but I don't care. I'm not the one who will 
suffer. I will look at their pain, and I will laugh, 
because they will just get what they deserve.

The only thing that's important is that we rightful men 
can take the power back. And that I will able to 
satisfy my needs. 

I don't care about anything else.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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