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Power Unleashed
by Hans Schultz (hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com)
***
A modern day horror story: An 8-year-old girl is
kidnapped by two men. However the kidnappers are
arrested by the local police and things become twisted
into an even more sick direction. (MMg, ped, nc, rp, v,
tor, inc, ws, bd)
***
(Thanks to Big Bro for inspiration, innovation and
revisioning)
***
THE ESSENCE OF A RAT
I work in an office. An office rat, you might say. And
just go ahead, I don't mind. Rats are survivors. Rats
take what they want and they don't ask for permission.
If you had the time to take a good look at me, you
wouldn't probably notice anything special. Maybe
because there is nothing special to see. I am a
perfectly normal, middle aged man.
You can see millions of my kind all over the world
walking in the streets in our gray suits. We are
carrying our briefcases, eating lunch at the corner
diners, hanging ourselves in our ties and worrying
about our balding heads. But you can also meet us after
work in sleazy brothels fucking junkie whores or at
public parks stalking underage girls. In the evening
you can see us drunk at home beating our insignificant
wives. We are the great mass and the mass is our
strength. We are the owners of this world. That's a
fact you've got to face.
I am not interested in giving away what I've got. I
need more power, more money, more women, more
everything. And the force that is driving me forward is
my hatred. I am not a tolerant man. Sympathy is a
swearword in my book. I hate everything that doesn't
represent the values I appreciate. I am a racist
pedophile militarist conservative middle class male
chauvinist, and proud of it, so don't come knocking at
my door asking for alms. I have always eaten my portion
all alone.
If you want to hear my opinion, all niggers should be
sent to concentration camps, all women should be
ordered to stop their liberation bullshit and come back
home between our fists and the stoves and all those
peace loving hippie activist wimps should be the first
ones to die at the enemy fire. Of course I wouldn't
ever tell all this to you if I didn't trust you. Rats
feel comfortable with other rats and surely it's always
good to have like minded friends. Someone to talk to
and someone to trust in. Someone like you. We both know
how to enjoy a good rape.
An adult or a child, it doesn't matter to us. We are
real men and our cocks are our weapons against all
those vermin, who are always sucking our blood, living
at our expense, making our lives difficult and putting
us to jail for breaking their rules. And after all
this, they expect us to respect and protect them. No
fucking way. The magnificent power of me and my fellow
rats will soon teach them how it feels to live in
continuous fear.
The day of the new order is dawning, and the only ones
who will survive it are the rats.
Stipulation 1.
There she is now. Look at her my friend. This is what
you have been waiting for so long. A delicious piece of
eight years old whore meat.
We've been watching her for a couple of hours now.
Monitoring her every move. Waiting for her or her cunt
whore mother to make just one mistake and so to give us
our big chance. You know, my friend, chances always
come our way. Fuck meat is stupid and a smart man can
easily find their weak spots. You have done this so
many times before.
You do know very well just how it goes. I can't fucking
stand the joyful blabber of the brat. The sounds of her
playing and laughing, as if she owned the world, are
loading my mind full of rage. We will teach her better.
Who the fuck has given her a permission to irritate us
like that? I fucking hate little girls. After tonight
that little fuck hole will never laugh again. I can
guarantee that.
Finally the old cow steps inside. She tells her brat to
stay in the garden, but that's not about to happen. The
little piece of shit she has defecated from her cunt is
now free game. Bad luck, old whore, game over. You can
drive the van, my friend, I'll go there and snatch our
tonight's fuck toy away from her mother's life. I will
fucking enjoy seeing her cry on TV. Seeing her beg for
her child's return at the same time as my cock erupts
in her precious daughter's throat and my fuck slime
bursts back out of her fucking nostrils.
The stupid cunt doesn't realize what hit her. She's
kicking air with her tiny feet and tries to scream, but
I have my big hand pressed tight on her mouth hole. I
carry her to the van, throw her inside and close the
door behind me. All done in less than 30 seconds.
I know you are anxious to get to show your power on
her, my friend. You want to kick her little body around
and to let her taste your fists. That's what gets your
cock up and hard, drooling slime and sending shivers up
your spine, doesn't it? And I need to see you do that.
Just drive on, my friend, and soon the lechery can
begin.
I am sitting on the little fuck animal and you drive.
She's lying on her back and my fat ass is resting on
her flat chest. I grin down at her as she's obviously
having hard time. My weight is smothering her and it
makes it difficult for her to breathe. Surely we can't
make this too easy for the fucking whore. No way. I let
out a nice, loud fart and a sweet scent of shit fills
the air. It crawls up her nose and brings even more
tears in her disgusting, innocent eyes.
I let my piss flow out of my cock. Without even taking
off my trousers. The gray fabric chances slowly its
colour as it's moistened by the foul liquid. The eyes
of our fuck whore are widening in front of the obscene
sight and she's crying for her mother. It's fucking
hilarious. I get on my hands and knees and laugh as I
rub my crotch against her ugly face until it gets all
red. The friction breaks her skin and my dirty urine
burns the wounds.
We will teach this bitch who the boss is, my friend. We
will steal her fucking childhood away from her and we
will leave deep scars in her mind. She will never be
able to become an emotionally healthy cunt again. You
and I will smash her future and her dreams for fun. A
couple of orgasms, a couple of shots of sticky cum and
a couple of inhuman, lust filled grunts. That's the
value of her fucking life. Not very much, my friend,
huh?
THE CORRUPTION OF A PUBLIC SERVANT
A law enforcement officer woke up in his bed with a
drilling hangover. He couldn't have been less motivated
to go his daily bread and butter stint, but then again
staying at home with his wife and kid was worse of the
two options. When he opened his eyes and saw that ugly,
old cow snoring at his side, the first thought that
invaded his mind was to get a knife from the kitchen
and stab her to death. Of course he didn't do that
though.
That would have been too risky business. Usually
policemen are considered to be righteous and fair men,
but that was not the case with our hero. Of course he
was also thought to represent the aforementioned
things, but the reality was completely different. To
him his wife was a punching bag and his daughter was an
unmanageable whore. He had been sexually abusing her
ever since she was two years old, and now at her
fifteenth birthday he really preferred her to his wife
when it came to fucking.
That was of course the obvious reason why his daughter
had become a withdrawn and depressed teenager, who came
home drunk every other night and didn't care for her
marks, but he didn't see it that way at all. To him she
was just another problem child, who had been spoiled by
her mother's liberal upbringing methods. How he wished
he would have had a son instead, but her piece of shit
wife hadn't been able to do even this small favor to
him. The policeman got up and began dressing up. He
looked at himself in the mirror and saw a 50 year old
man with a little overweight. Not a very handsome
sight. "At least at work I have my friends who
understand me," he thought to himself.
His mind went back to the night before. He and his
colleagues had been having fun at a local whorehouse.
In fact it was a place they should have been raiding
and getting out of business because they all knew very
well that the prostitutes there were smuggled to the
country and forced to fuck with the customers. But if
they did so, they would have at the same time
eliminated their own chances for lechery.
All policemen got to use the whores for free, if they
just cooperated with the pimps and warned them in
advance about the upcoming raids. And that's exactly
what they did. Of course it meant that the women there,
who were really nothing but sex slaves, had no hope for
rescue, but the policemen couldn't care less about
that. As long as they were provided free pussy for
their cocks, they were not going to do anything about
it.
"And after all they are just whores, aren't they?" our
hero thought and noticed that he already felt much
better. He wouldn't have raided that place for any
price. His sadistic mind enjoyed seeing those young
sluts stripping for him, lap dancing for him and
laughing at his dirty jokes with forced smiles on their
faces. Everything was so fucking awkward and
transparent.
He knew that in reality they all were crying inside. He
knew that the only reason why they wanted so much to
please him, was because otherwise their pimps would
have beaten them up. And that pleased his sick mind to
no end. That's also why every time he fucked one of
them, he acted like a total pig. He didn't want women
to enjoy sex, it was enough that he did.
He told them that he could stop their agony if he
wanted to, and then fucked them with a cold and
unfeeling touch. Did I say fucked? Raped would have
been a more descriptive word, paying regard to the
obvious contempt he showed for the whores. He hoped
that it would make them feel even more miserable, and
probably he was right.
He had sometimes even been there in his uniform,
because he wanted to betray the false hope that seeing
an uniform always evokes in them. And last night had
not been any exception. He had raped a Russian Natasha
in all of her holes. The girl was young and pretty but
when he looked in her eyes, he saw only emptiness. The
flame of her life had already been extinguished by the
hundreds of men who had been using her as their cum
dump. And our hero liked a lot what he saw. This was
just how he wanted them: abased, destroyed and beaten.
The girl had asked him a permission to use his cell
phone and call the police to set her free, but he had
just laughed and told her that she could complain to
him because he was a cop. He had also told her that if
it was up to him, she would never get away from there.
That she would have to stay there until she'd be
totally used up and no man would want to fuck her
sloppy holes. Then he had gone through all the
perversions he liked. Making the whore lick his
asshole, pissing on her, slapping her face and so on.
When he had finally shot his load after two hours, he
could have sworn that the whore had tears in her eyes.
No matter how professional she was, he had managed to
break her in even smaller pieces, and this feeling of
power warmed his cold heart. Of course he complained
about her to her pimps anyway, because he wanted to
make sure that her maltreatment would not end as soon
as he'd walk out of the door.
When he finally did walk out of the door and got to his
own one, he was so drunk that he had difficulties
getting his keys to hit the lock. His wife was already
sleeping and she knew better not to start nagging on
him. He thought that in a way it was a shame, because
nothing would have ended the night more perfectly than
a great display of power. A little bit of domestic
violence. "I am the man in the house," he thought and
beat up his wife anyway. His daughter was too afraid to
come out of her room.
Stipulation 2.
Just a ten minutes drive still and we will get to our
destination, my friend. Everything has been as easy as
stealing a candy from a child, except that we have
taken it one step further and stolen the child itself.
Suddenly we see two policemen in their uniforms,
standing at the roadside. They are signaling for us to
stop. This could mean some trouble. I pull a blanket
over myself and the child whore as you pull the van to
the road shoulder. The car stops and I can her one of
the policemen asking for your driver's license.
You are playing your role well, chit chatting and
joking to them before and after you have blown your
sober breath into their alcometer. But then the worst
happens. The little sex brat abuses my excitement,
jumps up and lets out a desperate scream for help. At
the next second she has opened the door and runs
straight into the other police officer who's standing
next to the van. There she's now crying her fucking
heart out and the cops catch the clue immediately. Both
of them draw out their guns and point them at us.
"Stop the engine and get out of the van with your hands
in the air," cop #1 shouts at you. You're still holding
your wallet, in which your driver's license is, in your
hand and your expression is full of disbelief. Cop #2
is still busy with the hysteric cunt, but not too busy
to throw some stern looks at my direction. If I tried
to run now, he would probably send me a deadly shot
from his gun and everything would be all over. I decide
to pick that option and get the release from this
nightmare, but right then I hear you talking to cop #1.
"Please sir, I am sure we can sort this out like real
civilized gentlemen do, can't we?"
I can see you have taken two 500€ bills out of your
wallet and are handing them at his direction. What the
fuck? Like that would ever help us out of this shit.
However the policemen are now looking at you and the
money, clearly considering this new option they've been
offered. Nobody says a word and I am holding my breath.
The only sounds heard are the sobbing of that fucking
little traitor bitch and the wind blowing at the tree
tops.
The policemen look at each other and nod their heads.
Cop #2, a man in his fifties with a bit of extra belly,
gets inside the van with the kid, still aiming his gun
at me. Then he closes the door. Cop #1 grabs the money
from you and says: "I will drive ahead and you will
follow me. My colleague here comes with you and he will
make sure that you'll do as ordered. Understood?"
"Yes sir, understood, sir," you answer with your best
military tone and start the engine.
The atmosphere is quite tense. What the fuck is going
to happen to us? The policeman is sitting there at the
back of the van, watching us constantly. The pistol in
his hand doesn't look promising at all. Kilometer after
another passes and nobody says a word, except when the
cop comforts the girl and tells her there's nothing to
be afraid of. She has already stopped crying and seems
even happy that the good policeman has stopped her
nightmare.
She tells him that she wants to go home to mommy and
embraces the man like he was a fucking teddy bear. The
cop tells her that she will see her mommy again very
soon and strokes her hair smoothly. Maybe even too
smoothly. I can see how the policeman moves his hand
down her spine until it's resting on her buttocks. The
kindness on his face and in his eyes is slowly
vanishing and it's being replaced by a blunt expression
of lust. He's pressing his hand tightly against her ass
and starts groping it.
The cunt girl looks up at him and startles as she sees
how her benefactor sticks out his slimy tongue and
licks his lips. The cop is looking straight into my
eyes now and starts moving his tongue all over the face
of the horrified child cunt who starts to scream and
resist again. A lewd smile is spreading on the man's
face and I can hear him panting in the whore's ear.
Detached words: "Fuck," "Little cunt," "Dirty whore,"
"Sex hole."
And short sentences: "I lied to you, cunt. I am going
to fuck your brains out. Soon you'll get a taste of
real cock."
The child's fuck face is now all wet from the
policeman's drool, and I notice that he's not
threatening me with his gun anymore. I can feel your
confusion behind the wheel. It's obviously greater than
mine, because you can't really see what's going on. I
decide to push my luck a bit and give him a careful
grin. Then I ask: "The cunt surely is hot, isn't she?
Can I be of any help, sir?"
But no, he doesn't need any help in what he's obviously
quite good at. The policeman takes a grip on the cunt's
flower patterned shirt and tears it off with one
powerful pull. The fabric rips to shreds revealing a
pale, titless chest and the piece of meat screams in
horror.
The cop slaps the whore's face and spits on it. He
tells her to shut up. Then he gives her a couple of
slaps more, enjoying his sadistic rage. He unbuttons
his uniform trousers and pulls out his massive cock,
which is already slimy with pre-cum fuck phlegm. His
hands grab the cunt whore's head and force it down on
her crotch. Then he just rubs himself all over her
eyes, nose and cheeks and starts moaning like an animal
in heat.
I am looking at the obscene sight very impressed. This
man who is supposed to represent the law and order, and
who is supposed to help the ones in trouble, couldn't
care less about his duties. He's just abusing his
position and power to satisfy his sex lust by hurting
the innocent. My monster is getting very hard inside my
slacks.
Outside the van is a most beautiful summer day, as you
can see my friend. Sun is shining and the rich
countryside is showing you its best as the farmers are
mowing down their crop and church towers are pushing
their peaks through the forest line in the horizon. But
for a reason or another you don't seem to be very
interested in all the beauty that is surrounding you.
I can see that your eyes are very often glancing at the
back of the van through the rear view mirror. You have
always loved to see a thorough deep throat rape
session, my friend. If you could decide, you'd probably
trade all the beauty in the world to those perverted
sounds and dirty visions of lechery. You don't need
delicacy and beauty. You need brutal fucking and
violence. You don't want to hear birds singing in the
trees.
You want barbarous grunts and screams of terror. That's
why the two of us are getting along so well. We don't
need love. We need power and impurity. Having as many
as strong orgasms as possible is the goal of our lives
and we are ready to do anything to get there. Rape,
beat, cheat, blackmail, threaten or even kill. We don't
care about anything else than blowing our cocks.
The beauty of summer is definitely no match for the
depraved act of perversion that is played at the back
of the van. The child fuck toy is lying on her back and
her head is hitting repeatedly against a metal balk at
the side as the policeman is pumping his rapist cock in
and out of her mouth. Her legs are kicking in the air
uncontrollably and her little fists are beating her
rapist's back with no obvious results.
The cop pounds his cock as deep as it goes and his
crotch is squashing her nose, blocking her air supply.
The fuck cunt is making gurgling sounds and suddenly an
explosion of vomit fills her mouth. The policeman
doesn't pay any attention to this, however. He just
goes on moving his rape tool back and forth and pumping
her vomit back into the fuck animal's system with it.
I let out a dry, sick laugh as I see this feast of
insensibility in front of me. I push my hand into my
slacks and start masturbating my cock slowly, enjoying
my cold voluptuousness.
The girl on the floor is nothing but a pig, my friend.
Just a dirty pig, which can be exploited, despoiled and
thrown to the trash after we've sucked all her
innocence and confidence out of her. Then we will piss
her innocence out of our cocks on some dirty restroom
floor, shoot our sticky cum on it and move on to the
little fuck who is the next in line to satisfy our
endless thirst for debauchery.
Just as the fuck pig is about to lose her
consciousness, the policeman pulls his cock out and
lets her cough and breathe for a few seconds. Then he
forces his way back in, pushes himself as deep as
possible and starts making a circling movement with his
hips. I don't lie one bit if I told you that I can see
a bulge of his invading penis inside the bitch whore's
throat. And there's nothing the fucking slag can do to
stop him. She is twisting and fighting, crying and
screaming, but all that just makes his tormentor more
excited. After a couple of minutes the policeman pulls
himself back out again.
This seems to go on forever. Every time when his cock
is invading her throat, the child animal is fighting
for her life. Her whole body convulses in panic and
puddles of sweat form on the floor. Ten minutes, twenty
minutes, twenty five minutes. Once in a while the
policeman looks at me and smiles his evil smile. His
face has turned red, drool is running down from his
mouth and his balding head is glistening with sweat and
grease.
I give him an encouraging grin and he goes on with his
repeating torture. Thirty minutes, thirty five minutes.
The little cunt is almost dead from exhaustion and the
lack of air by now. When the hellish throat rape has
been repeated at least 25 times, I notice that you are
slowing down the speed. The policeman raises his head
and looks outside. We seem to be driving through the
gates of a local police station. The cop pulls his cock
out and begins masturbating furiously.
His mouth is mumbling some indistinct words and his
whole body begins to shiver. When he's about to reach
the climax, he roars: "Now you're going to get it good,
cunt," and just then spurt after spurt of sticky sperm
erupt from his throbbing cock and land all over the
crying face of the little piece of fuck meat on the
floor. The cunt is coughing her lungs out and the cop
lets out loud moans as the waves of his orgasm are
rushing through his body.
Then, right after the last drop of slime has exited his
balls, he gets up, buttons his trousers and gets back
to normal just like that. He doesn't seem to pay any
attention to what he has just done. He doesn't even
look at the sobbing mess on the floor. He just picks up
his gun, opens the door and steps out of the van that
has just stopped. Then he turns around, looks at me and
says with a stern voice: "Get out of the vehicle, sir,"
and I have no other option than to obey.
We walk away from the van and leave the raped, still
choking fuck object just lying there on her own. The
patrol car we were following is now empty. Cop #1 is
leaning against its hood, playing with his baton and
following us with his eyes. The last thing I see before
we get inside is you sitting still behind the wheel
with a blank face.
AVARICE VERSUS HUMANITY
She was just another college student. A beautiful girl
who was used to get everything she wanted. All the boys
at the college were desperate to get in her pants and
she had learned how to tease them to the limit of
insanity. If she was going to let some boy have a piece
of her pie, the poor guy had to have enough money to
buy her drinks and dinners for days before the actual
event. Whenever she wanted something more expensive,
for instance jewelry, she simply promised some boy that
she'd start going steady with him.
After she'd got what she wanted, she just told the guy
to fuck off. But all this wasn't still enough for her.
She was coming from a poor family and her parents
couldn't support her expensive lifestyle as much as she
would have liked to. So the girl thought that it was
quite ok to start accepting "lovers" for money. He
thought of herself as a high class escort, but her
customers saw just another whore in her.
At first she tried to keep up high standards and only
accepted men who were good looking enough to turn her
on. But as some time went by and she noticed how easy
it was to make lots of extra money this way, she became
less choosy. She ended up in bed with men who were at
least three times as old as she was and had sex with
blokes who were so ugly that she wouldn't have even
looked at them if they didn't have the money. In other
words, all men had become just walking wallets to her.
Everything went quite fine, the money was good and even
though she didn't actually enjoy what she was doing,
the "work" was rather easy after all. She didn't get
involved with any perversions her customers might have
had. Plain sex was her thing and the only exception she
had was that she could agree to dominate and whip the
men if they paid enough extra for that. In fact she
kind of even enjoyed humiliating those married men who
came to her being unfaithful to their wives. But then
one night she just disappeared.
She was last seen getting into a car with a group of
men who appeared to be her customers and the car was
later found abandoned and burned several kilometers
away from downtown. The police says it's obvious that
she has changed her identity and "disappeared" on
purpose to get rid of her immoral reputation.
According to them, this practice is quite common among
young prostitutes who suddenly realize that they've
made a horrible mistake and decide to leave everything
behind them. They want to start everything all over
again. The girl's parents were protesting against this
theory and said that they believe that she has become a
victim of a crime. They were shocked to hear that their
daughter had become a prostitute. The police however
sticks to the official statement and the case has been
closed. No further investigations are being done.
Stipulation 3.
"Who is that child you have with you? Is it your own
daughter?" the policeman asks. Two more officers are
sitting behind a desk and turn to us with curiosity in
their eyes.
"She's mine now," I answer boldly, because I really
don't have anything to lose anymore.
"Very clever," the cop says and continues to his
colleagues: "Do we have any recent reports of missing
children in the neighborhood?."
One of the officers looks at his papers and says: "One
eight year old girl has gone missing about one and a
half hours ago. Long and blond hair, wears a white
skirt and a flower patterned T-shirt."
"Yeah, that's the one," my cop replies, "Have you
spread the word to the county and started looking for
her?."
The officer starts to laugh and says: "For fuck's sake,
was that supposed to be a joke? Of fucking course we
haven't. Her mother called here and gave me a
hysterical explanation, crying on the telephone. I
didn't understand a half of what she was trying to tell
me, so I didn't really bother listening to it at all. I
told her that someone will come and check it out today.
Then I hung up. Besides we have something way more
important things to do here. We've got some new,
confiscated porn videos, quite hard stuff. We've been
busy "investigating" them."
The officer picks up a remote control and turns on the
DVD player. Then we can see a very beautiful young girl
being brutally raped by six men. "Nice, huh?" he grins.
"Quite right," my cop says and turns back to me,
"Mister, you've got yourself a good little whore.
Congratulations. But I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to
stay here at our quarters as our guest for a while
anyway. Please sit down and make yourself at home. Soon
we'll be ready to start the questioning."
Then he just turns around and leaves the room. I am
feeling quite confused. What is the questioning he was
referring to? And why would they want to question us,
if they like to rape cunts as well? And where the fuck
are you, my friend?
I am sitting on a wooden bench and my eyes are nailed
to the TV, where two men are just shooting their loads
on the young cunt and four other men are laughing and
kicking her with their boots. One of the officers turns
up the volume and the room is filled with the sounds of
agony and despair.
"Cock hardening action, isn't it?" the officer says and
rubs his crotch, "This is a real thing. The bitch was
later found burned to death not very far from here. She
was a part time whore who financed her college studies
with it. Fucking bitch deserved this all. Let's hope
they'll show her death in the film as well."
"Did you catch these guys?" I ask.
The officer sneers and looks at his colleague, who
says: "Oh yes we did, but we don't have them anymore.
They were a bit desperate and scared, so we gave them a
ride to the airport. Wouldn't it have been a shame to
arrest such great porn producers? They gave us some
copies of their films, but I am damn sure that they
left some for themselves too. Men have to make their
living somehow, don't they? This shit will be worth
millions at the international market."
This is fucking unbelievable. Are these guys really
serious, or are they just bullshitting me? Aren't they
cops, after all? The law and order, for fuck's sake!
Then the door is pushed open and the two cops that
brought us here are bringing our crying shit whore into
the room. The bitch has been stripped bare naked. She
has refused to walk with her own feet, so the cops have
had to grab her from her armpits and drag her to her
destination by force.
But I can't see you anywhere. What the fuck has
happened to you? This is too strange.
The two officers get distracted from the video and
stand up behind their desk, breathing heavily like two
dogs. Then the cops throw the reluctant fuck kid on the
floor and all of them form a circle around her. Without
even thinking about it I move there too. There are now
five of us standing around her and there's no way she
could escape. Five big men are smiling and grinning and
looking down at the fucking fuck baby pig on the floor.
She's looking up at us, dumbfounded by fear, tears
running down her face and panic filling every little
cell in her delicious flesh.
Slowly, very slowly, we start to undress ourselves
until all five of us are completely naked. Our cocks
are standing at attention like swords that are ready to
destroy and kill everything that comes on their way.
Stringy streams of precum slime are hanging from them.
It's totally silent, except for sounds of the horrible
massacre from the video.
The young cunt is being burned alive at a stake. The
six men are standing around it and feeding the flames
with gasoline. For a second or two we all look each
other in the eyes and get ready for the inevitable.
Then, without any separate suggestion, we attack. Like
animals, all five of us jump on the fucking whore on
the floor. What follows is pure mayhem. Cocks force
their ways into to her too small openings, fists smash
her face and tongues lick every inch of her body.
Inhuman moaning, groaning and panting. Sounds of bodies
smacking against each other.
We all want a piece of this little shit cunt and we're
going to take it too. The policemen empty their
bladders into her mouth, into her cunt and on her face.
All over the place. We rub our assholes against her
nose. I grab the fuck kid's foot and one of the
officers grabs another. We start pulling them to
opposite directions, causing her unbelievable pain.
Two policemen grab her hands and start pulling them
apart too. The little whore's shoulders are about to
pop out of their sockets. The fifth man is scratching
the love child's skin with his claws. Then he takes a
cigarette lighter and sets her blond hair on fire.
Insane laughter. We are grunting like pigs. The cunt
fuck is squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse.
A telephone is ringing on the table, but there's no one
to pick it up. No one cares. The little whore is trying
to get away from this chaos, and we have fun by letting
her dash to the door before we storm on her again like
horny bulls on rage. She's crying for her mother,
begging for us to stop, promising to do anything. One
of the officers lifts the whore up and throws her to
his colleague. He forwards her to me and soon we're
throwing the piece of girl meat around like we were
playing volleyball.
Of course we're getting bored soon, and she's just
thrown back on the floor. In a second I am on top of
her. I force her mouth open and invade it with my
tongue. I bite her lips and her nose so hard that they
start to bleed. I blow the snot from my nose in her
mouth. I open her eyelids with my fingers and lick her
eyeballs. I push my tongue between her eye and her
eyelid and let my saliva flow out of my mouth. I cover
her mouth with my own and shout obscenities into it.
"Fuck you whore! Cock hungry cunt! Rape meat! Fuck
hole!" Eventually I just bellow into her mouth as loud
as I can.
I force my cock into her fucking twat and begin to rape
it with full force. Her hole is tight and it hurts me
as well, but I am far above pain right now. I can't
feel it anymore. I need to fuck this cunt and to ram my
cock as deep as it will go. Straight through her cervix
into her fucking womb. I know I can do it. I've got a
big rape monster between my legs and this whore's
undeveloped little cuntlet is just a snack for it. I
can feel and even hear as something snaps inside her
and then her filthy cunt starts to bleed.
That's fucking good, because now I have more lubricant
and the penetration is not so painful for me anymore. I
can't stand this for long though. After a couple of
minutes of total maniac rape, I can't resist anymore.
As my balls shoot their venom in the depths of her
internal organs, I feel like I could die. The cunt pig
looks like she was dead already, but I know she's alive
because the mixture of my drool and snot is still
bubbling in her mouth.
All four policemen have been standing aside and
watching me, clearly amused. They have pulled out their
batons and now they tell me it's my turn to move aside.
I do as ordered and get up. Then they all raise their
batons and start beating the fuck pig's body with them.
She might have been apathetic a minute ago, but not
anymore. Once again her eyes are spread wide open and
she's howling like she was thrown into the flames of
hell.
The policemen laugh and use their other hands to
masturbate their cocks as they land severe blows on her
skin with their baton hands. The piece of shit whore is
trying to cover herself with her hands and to stop the
blows, but she doesn't have any chance. Quite soon her
tender child flesh has been beaten black and blue and
she's obviously in horrible pain.
The cops are getting tired of beating her, so they
begin inserting their batons to her holes. One in the
mouth, one in the ass and finally two in the cunt. She
looks like a fucking surrealistic hedgehog and her tiny
crack seems to be tearing apart at any second. After
the policemen have finished this heroic deed, they all
take turns wanking and cumming on the caricature of a
human being. Just a few hours ago she was still an
innocent little child with not a single thing to worry
about in the world.
Now she's just a swollen piece of sobbing meat on the
floor. Covered with bruises, covered with slimy man
juice. A disgusting sight. How can anyone let herself
sink the low? A fucking whore she is! Nothing more.
We start to get dressed, and as we do it, we are
spitting on the child prostitute. We are insulting her
and telling her how repulsive she is. We're telling her
that nobody loves her, and that her mother will never
want a whore like that back home. She crawls up in a
fetal position and starts sucking her thumb, rocking
herself back and forth.
The batons plop out of her holes, one by one. For us
it's time for a couple of cool beers and refreshing
cigarettes. We sit down to rest and admire our
handiwork. Feeling proud and strong. Feeling like real
men. Then one of the policemen picks up a newspaper and
starts reading, other one switches the TV on and starts
watching the sports channel, third and fourth sit down
behind their desk and concentrate on their papers. It's
all over. Everyone has released their pressure and the
pig on the floor has been forgotten like yesterday's
news.
CONSEQUENCES OF HYPOCRISY
The man didn't love the girl. He didn't even know what
love is, and he had never bothered to think about it.
He didn't care. He'd probably have said that love is
the fifteen minutes spent after going to bed and before
falling asleep with your cock still inside the cunt
you've just fucked. But he had other reasons to pick
the girl up. He wanted to build up proper scenes for
his life. Just like a good conservative should, also he
needed to make everything look right. A beautiful
housewife, one or two children, a house, a proper job
and status.
Those were important things to him. So he got himself
the girl and married her. It didn't take long until she
was pregnant and after a few months gave birth to a
baby girl. The man had got himself a well paid job at a
local congregation even though he wasn't religious at
all. But of course it didn't matter. It was enough that
he could pretend to be religious.
The family moved into a nice house in a good
neighborhood and the man insisted that his wife would
stay at home, because that's just what wives are
supposed to do. He said that they needed to think about
their reputation in society. To an outsider everything
looked perfectly normal. Nothing seemed to be wrong.
But that was just an illusion, just like the man had
planned. In reality the man wasn't interested in his
family for one bit.
When people saw the couple outside, they were always
walking hand in hand and maybe even kissing each other
but as soon as the door closed behind them, everything
changed radically. The man didn't speak to his wife at
home, unless he was commanding her to do things. He had
made strict schedules and he expected his wife to
follow them. Cleaning from1pm to 3:30pm, cooking from
3:30pm to 5pm, dinner at 5pm, dishes at 5:45pm, sex
from 6pm to 6:30pm and so on.
If his wife failed to meet these schedules, the man
punished her for disobedience by not letting her watch
TV or do whatever she would have liked to do to relax.
And this happened every other day. The man was also a
strong supporter of corporal punishment and whenever he
thought that his daughter was disobeying him, he
spanked her bare ass with canes and sometimes with his
bare hand too. Usually she was not disobeying him,
though. She was just acting like any normal and active
child would, but the man saw it as disobedience.
He couldn't stand noises and sounds of life. As years
passed, he became always more and more strict
disciplinarian and in the end he was nothing but a
tyrant who had become drunken with power. Naturally his
strict rules didn't apply on himself though. The man
was a libertine and when he could be sure that he could
blackmail his way out of problems, he abused the young
girls at the congregation. If they threatened to talk
on him he just used the good old tools of hypocrisy.
None of the girls wanted the text "whore" stamped on
their foreheads.
After all they were just children still. So they kept
their mouths shut, went back home traumatized and
crying, having lost all faith in love and the beauty of
sexuality. But the man didn't give a shit about their
feelings. He just wanted to have these young girls to
himself so he could abuse them for a while and then
throw them away after he'd wallowed enough in his
obscene lust. Then he could go back home again to see
whether his wife had met the day's schedule or not. The
man could keep his ideal world together for eight
years.
But then one day when he came back home from work, his
wife and his daughter weren't there. The man got
furious and rushed through the house, but all he found
was a piece of paper with some text in his wife's
handwriting: "I have left you and taken our daughter
with me. Don't come looking for us, you won't find us.
My lawyer will be in contact with you in the near
future."
Many men would have burst in tears at that point, but
the man didn't. He could feel the anger rising inside
his mind so he went to the garage and picked up an
hachet. The he went back in and smashed everything in
sight. All windows went to pieces, every piece of
furniture was ripped to shreds, everything had to go.
In the end the floor of his house was covered with
splinters. The man made a vow then and said to himself:
"I won't rest until I've had my revenge on you, whore!
You will regret this. No woman is going to step on my
toes!"
Stipulation 4.
Right then I can see you standing at the doorway. You
are completely naked and your rock hard cock is
throbbing. You don't say hello to us. You don't even
look at us. You just walk straight to the child cunt
and stare at her. You are totally lost in your lust.
"Hello Maria," you say and she raises her head as she's
obviously hearing a familiar voice.
"Daddy?" she says, "Daddy, I'm hurting."
You look at her bruised body, but there is not a single
trace of sympathy or compassion in your eyes.
"Maria, turn around and lie on your back so that you
can see me," you say and she does as her father tells
her to. Good, obedient girl. She hasn't noticed that
you are naked and erect until now, and she's startled
at the sight. Probably she's never seen you naked
before, my friend.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" she says frightened. But
you just ignore her and go down and lie yourself on top
of her. Your incestuous cock is searching for the
entrance to her cunt hole.
"Listen, you little fuck, I have craved for this for
years. And now as your whore mother has walked out on
me, I don't have to care anymore. You can blame your
fucking mommy for this. And you can blame yourself as
well, bitch. I wish you had never been born. This is
all your fucking fault."
And then, without any warning, you ram your huge pole
into your daughter's little cunt. She lets out a
violent scream and you press your hand on her mouth.
"Shut up, bitch, and take it. Take daddy's fat cock,"
you snarl. Then you start moving yourself up and down
on her tiny body and I can see your shaft is red with
her blood.
The phone rings again and an officer picks it up and
activates the loudspeaker..
"Police quarters, how may I help you?"
"Please come quick. My husband has been drinking and
now he's threatening to kill me. I've locked myself in
the bathroom, but he's got a gun, and he's kicking the
door in right now."
"I am sorry ma'am, but all our units are busy at the
moment. Please phone back after a couple of hours and
we'll see what we can do."
The officer hangs up. You are fucking your daughter
with a steady rhythm now. Your eyes stare right into
hers as you are telling her how much you have always
hated her. Your hands are groping her tits-to-be and
your balls make a smacking sound when they hit against
her bald meat. You have placed the whole weight of your
fat body on her and she's in so much pain that she's
unable to breathe properly.
"Police quarters, how may I help you?"
"I need a patrol car here as soon as possible. A man
attacked me on my way home and raped me. He stole all
my money and my clothes. I don't know what to do and
I'm afraid that he'll come back."
"I am sorry ma'am, but we are too busy to come there at
the moment. You should just go home now and wash
yourself as thoroughly as possible. Then please come
and pay us a visit tomorrow at the station."
General laughter. One of the officers gets up to go to
the restroom, another one goes to the kitchen and turns
on the coffee maker. You are slapping your daughter in
her face to keep her conscious. You demand her to
listen to you. You are fucking her harder now and you
tell her that she will never see her mother again.
That is your revenge. You tell her you have already
made a deal with the police that she will be sold to
some bad men who will make her fuck and suck hundreds
and thousands of cocks. And that they will make her
drink gallons of sperm and gallons of piss. Every day
for the rest of her life. She's begging that you'd stop
and says that you are hurting her. That only makes you
speed up your thrusts. A nice and cozy smell of coffee
is floating to my nose from the kitchen.
"Police quarters, how may I help you?"
"Please! Help me! I already called you once. I am
worried to death here. My daughter has been missing for
several hours now and I'm afraid that some perverted
pedophile rapist has kidnapped her. Please, hurry!"
"Yes ma'am. As I told you earlier, our unit will be
there soon. You have nothing to worry about. The police
is here to help people. You can count on us, ma'am."
As you hear this, you are unable to control yourself
anymore. You pull out of your daughter's cunt and push
your cock as deep as it goes into her throat. "Fucking
whore, taught you a lesson, didn't I?" you roar as the
waves of an orgasm start to shake your body.
"Yeaaahh... fucking dirty cunts... unngghhh..." Your
cock is erupting in your precious daughter's mouth and
your fuck slime bursts back out of her fucking
nostrils. All men in the room break into a spontaneous
applause.
POWER UNLEASHED
Three days have passed now and I can't still believe
that I've really gone through this all. I have
masturbated dozens of times since, but my lust plainly
refuses to fade away. I am horny all the time. This has
clearly had an enormous effect on my sexuality in
general. Right now I am sitting in my kitchen and
reading the morning paper.
Today's news gets my whole attention as soon as I open
the front page and see the headlines: "A WOMAN SHOT IN
THE HEAD BY HER HUSBAND. POLICE IS NOT AWARE OF THE
KILLER'S LOCATION." and "A VICTIM OF RAPE FOUND DEAD IN
A PARK NEAR DOWNTOWN. POLICE SAYS THAT THE EVIDENCE
INDICATES IT HAS BEEN A SUICIDE." The third one gets a
happy smile on my face as I read: "AN EIGHT YEAR OLD
GIRL HAS BEEN MISSING FOR THREE DAYS NOW. POLICE
SUSPECTS THE MOTHER OF KIDNAPPING. THE FATHER TELLS SHE
HAS CONNECTIONS TO PEDOPHILE RINGS."
Well done, my friend, a pro is always a pro. I'll have
to buy you a beer some day.
But the fourth headline really saves my day and I
decide to give my new friends at the law enforcement a
congratulation call. "POLICE BROKE OFF A DEMONSTRATION
OF THE LOCAL FEMINIST ORGANIZATION YESTERDAY. THE WOMEN
WERE PROTESTING AGAINST THE INCREASED RAPE AND DOMESTIC
VIOLENCE RATES. POLICE SAYS THAT THE DEMONSTRATION WAS
ILLEGAL AND IT COULD HAVE CAUSED A SERIOUS THREAT TO
THE SAFETY OF THE PUBLIC. THE DEMONSTRATORS SPENT THE
NIGHT LOCKED UP IN JAILS AT THE LOCAL POLICE QUARTERS."
Oh my... I just wish I wouldn't have missed that!
END
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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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