Perverts 'R' Us

A Club of the Japanese Businessmen

By Hans Schultz ( M/f, rape, viol, abduct, bukkake )

Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2004@yahoo.com

The private night club is half-empty, or half-full, it depends on how you'd see it. The place is not very big, designed to take about 100 customers in, but now there's only 40 or 50 customers sitting at the tables. And they all are men. To be exact, they all are Japanese businessmen in their mid-fifties. It's also clearly visible that they are quite wealthy businessmen. They are dressed very formally in dark or grey suits. They wear valuable rings in their fingers and they drink expensive drinks. Some of them are smoking big cigars. The atmosphere in the club is very tense, even nervous, I would say. This is not a place where a man would go to have a nice dinner with his wife. The men have come here to relax. To forget their every day routines and their killing stress. Most of them know each other. They all are at honored positions in the society.

But there's also another thing that binds them together. It's why they're here today. Each one of them shares a same secret fantasy; a fantasy that they can't speak about in public. But it's very simple: They all get sexual pleasure out of violence. Their cocks get stiff when they see violence. To be precise, get sexual pleasure from violence with females as the victims. And, naturally, violence is a part of the sexual intercourse. At home they can't beat their wives or their daughters, it would create a scandal. But here they can do whatever they want. They don't go to the Free Masons, they come here.

It's true that in Japan they are widely respected and the community sees them as decent men. People listen to their opinions. In reality, however, they live a double-life. Even though they give money to charity, it doesn't mean that they really would like to make this world a better place for everyone. They are just selfishly feeding their public image. They don't give a shit about the hungry children of Africa.

So, even childhood isn't sacred for these men. Most of them regularly visit poor neighbouring countries where they can rape children to get personal satisfaction. And it only makes them feel more self-important, if that's possible. They don't know how to feel pity. They only get hornier if the girl suffering is young or a child. They can just feel their hardening cocks in their expensive slacks. They are not in danger of getting caught, you know. With all their money they can make the silence fall around their "little activities." They have bought the organization. The dirty work is done for them and all they have to do is sit back, watch, and enjoy themselves. No one really cares enough about the poor street-children to take a risk for their sake and to make all this evil come to light. If somebody really objects, his silence will be bought. And that's the end of the discussion.

When the first of the night's shows is about to begin, the businessmen are slowly gathering around the small stage. The background music goes off. The host for the night, an Asian man in his thirties, comes onto the stage. Behind him he is dragging a girl. She can't be more than eight or nine years old. She is panting and crying and it's obvious that someone has beaten her. Probably it was the host himself, or maybe the owner of the club. One of her eyes has turned to purple and her long black hair is a complete mess. Tears are wetting her beautiful cheeks.

The girl is naked, of course. The men are staring her with their lustful eyes and in their minds they are already violating the young body that isn't showing any signs of womanhood yet.

She doesn't have breasts; her chest is flat like young boy's chest, and between her small legs everyone can see a tiny, hairless crack. Maybe "crack" is a wrong word; "line" seems to be much more matching. She is just a child and has no understanding of why she is here or what's about to happen to her.

The lights are bright and she can't see, but she seems to sense all the staring eyes and starts to panic. Her crying becomes more and more loud. After a short while she is finally able to see all the cruel faces all around her. She can see eyes that are full of only hatred and evil. The eyes are surrounded by tightly closed mouths and sweating faces. She can see hands nervously straightening ties. Beams of light reflect from eye-glasses, red sparks are the glowing of cigars. She can smell the smoke. Partly because of the smoke and partly because of her panic, it's getting hard for her to breathe. She's panting heavier now.

She begins to panic; she starts to scream with a very high-pitched voice, like little girls usually do. She is trying to fight back. She's hitting the host weakly with her small fist. This is prized with some amusement and laughter from the audience. The host seems to know what he has to do. He just grabs the girl by the back of her neck and punches her stomach hard with his powerful right. This is familiar business for him. The girl is now squirming on the floor. She sobs and holds her stomach. To the enjoyment of everyone, she curls herself up in the fetal position.

The girl's eyes are glistening with tears. The men's eyes are glistening with lust. They are licking their lips. This is just the thing they wanted to see. Their cocks are standing rock hard somewhere out of sight. There's still a bit of modesty in the air, but as usual, it will soon be gone. The first sounds of opening zippers are heard. Now they have become beasts and they like being beasts. Their prey is on the stage. They want to see her destruction and the terror on her face.

The host is making an announcement and asks if there would be two volunteering gentlemen to work as his aids on the stage. Of course even one man would be enough to hold the little girl still for the rape, but two men will look more violent and that's what the audience has paid for. Two volunteer comes into the lights. The two gentlemen grab the girl's hands. They push her down to the floor.

Another gentleman comes on stage and places his foot on the girl's head. He is having fun by crushing her face with his shoe and listening to her heart-breaking screams. The host is pulls his pants down and his huge cock jumps up for all to see. For a short while he just stands at his spot and moves his foreskin slowly. The girl doesn't notice it; she's just trying desperately to fight against the three businessmen, who are violating her with delight. The audience is silent.

Then, suddenly, without any warning, the host jumps onto the girl and smashes his cock into the girl's small opening. The girl cries out in pain. She was still a virgin, because the Japanese did make very clear that they want to see a girl losing her virginity in the rape. The host's cock tears its way through her hymen and her blood starts to flow, together with her tears. The little girl's body really isn't ready for sex yet. But this is not sex. This is a very violent rape, and so it doesn't matter at all, if the girl is ready or not.

The pumping begins. In the audience, someone is groaning and breathing very heavily. Then a grey-suited man stands up in the front row, masturbating his cock with rage. A load of sperm is shot on to the stage.

The host pumps his massive cock in and out of the girl. Blood is colouring it red and this seems to turn him on even more. The little child is going through an enormous deal of pain. She tries to get away. She tries to move her body and raise her head, but it is no use. The two gentlemen are keeping her in their powerful grasp. She can feel the host's cock moving impossibly in her little cunny and it hurts. It hurts so much, but she isn't able to do anything to ease the pain, nothing but scream desperately. The host keeps on fucking and slaps her buttocks with his hands, many times. When the girl opens her eyes, she can see two men leering at her and wanking their cocks. She screams again and another one of the gentlemen sees his opportunity and sticks his tongue deep in her mouth. The girl tries to fight him off, tries to close her mouth, but then she just feels a hard slap on her cheek. The other man tells her to keep her mouth open. He says that she is a cunt. She doesn't know what that means.

The man makes some lewd fucking gestures with his tongue and the girl screams into his mouth. She notices that the man licking her mouth is laughing. He laughs like a madman, but then he suddenly stops. His body is cramping and cramping again and then he starts shouting back into the girl's mouth. The girl doesn't know that the man just had an orgasm. She feels just like in a nightmare she had some time ago.

The men in the audience are stretching their necks so that they can get the best view to the rape. Drool is leaking out of their mouths. There is no modesty anymore. The other gentleman holding the girl slaps her face hard and demands her to open her mouth again. But at the same time he violently pulls her jaw open with his hand. The girl sees him pushing his cock towards her mouth and tries to close it, but can't. He's just too strong, and then it's too late.

The gentleman is pushing his cock as deep into her mouth as it can possibly go. The little girl is gagging, but he continues pushing anyway. His cock is big, at least, compared to the girl's mouth it is. He realizes that he is probably causing some serious damage to the girl's throat, but that realization only makes him want to go on deeper.

She has to stretch her mouth to make the horrible thing fit in. She can't breathe anymore. She is desperately trying to pull air into her lungs, but can't. Not even through her nose because the man's crotch is crushing her nose. His black pubic hair is sticking in her eyes and it hurts. She is trying to pull him away, but the man just laughs. At the same time the host just goes on with his brutal pumping in her pussy.

The gentleman's testicles are resting on the girl's tear-stained cheeks. It feels good to him.

He is staying there with his pole buried in this child's throat and her spasms and gags are massaging him powerfully. That feels very good to him. He can feel his cumming start. Just when the girl's face is starting to turn blue, he draws out and shoots his first load straight into her mouth. The girl tries to fill her lungs with air at the same time but, instead, the gentleman's sperm gets into her windpipe and she starts to cough.

The man lets out a victorious shout and shoots the rest of his load on the coughing girl's body. Then he turns around and sits down on her face, letting out a loud fart. The other gentleman finds this very amusing. He laughs and forces the girl to open her eyes. When the man gets off her face, she vomits instantly. The men are not paying attention, though. They are concentrating on rubbing their Japanese sperm all over the poor girl's body.

The host is using his cock violently. His balls are slapping against the girl's ass. At this time the audience has started openly masturbating themselves. Tens of veiny cocks are sticking right up from between zippers. The child is crying desperately for her mother to help her. She isn't able to think much anymore. The two gentlemen haven't got much to do, so they start pulling her black hair. They are playing some sort of a game; "Which one of us has got enough power to pull off a handful of little girl's hair." At least it looks like that. Everyone is shouting insults at her. They are saying that she's a whore. She doesn't know what that means either.

Just a week ago she was still living her more or less miserable life in the slum area of a big city. Her family, if one can call it a family, was very poor. A father, a mother and five daughters.

Her father was a drunkard and all the money that the mother and the children earned with their hard work in a clothes factory, he spent drinking.

He didn't show very much gratitude, though. He beat and terrorized his family almost every day. Maybe his way of showing gratitude was that he didn't molest his daughters until they had reached the age of ten. So far only two of them had. Almost every man molested kids at their area. Maybe he thought that he was very fair.

That evening the girl's mother was just leaving to buy some food for her family when her father came home, drunk, as usual. He called for his wife and demanded to have all her money. The wife had learned from the previous times not to argue with him and she gave him the money. Refusing created only violence. Sometimes she had tried to hide some of the money, but then her husband had ordered the whole family to stand in line and went through every place, searching for the money, which he found. After that he had used his fists mercilessly. Even his youngest daughter, who was four at the time, he beat up.

The wife asked where would they get money to buy food, the children were hungry.

Her husband told her to go out on the streets and sell her ass "as usual." The wife said that she was not a prostitute, but the man had left the house already. This was a quite normal routine in the family of our girl. But this time everything didn't go as they usually did…

As the father was ordering his fourth beer, two men came over to him. Another one of them is familiar to us already. He was the host of the night club. Another one was the owner of the same club. They bought him a couple of drinks and let him understand that he could easily earn a great amount of money. They told him that they needed a young girl to work as an erotic dancer in a well respected night club. They asked him, if he possibly could come up with some ideas.

The father was very drunk and he said that he knew some young girls. The men gave him money. Not very much, but still more than his family made in a month. Then, whispering in a best "man-to-man" style, they added that if the girl was a virgin, they could pay even a double price.

The father didn't love his daughters. He loved liqueur. He had always wanted to have a son, but he hadn't got one. For that he blamed his wife. He was sure that she was a whore. If his wife had gotten pregnant from his seed, he would have a boy now. He was man enough to bring boys into this world. His seed was good enough to make boys, he thought. So his wife was a cunting whore. This wasn't true, of course. His wife had always been faithful to him, but anyway, it was her part to be the one who suffers. After the birth of every girl, he became more violent.

The father led the men to his home. Both of them were also a bit drunk. The family had already gone to bed with their empty stomachs and everything had calmed down when suddenly the door was kicked open and three men stood at the opening. The father walked to his eight-year old daughter and dragged her out of the bed.

The younger ones started to cry and the wife stood up, alarmed, demanding to know what was happening. The father punched her face hard with his fist and told her not to interfere. This was men's business. The two men laughed and didn't pay any attention to the woman.

The father assured that her daughter was a virgin, and that she was for sale. The girl screamed as the men ripped her nightgown and another one of them pushed his fingers into her vagina. The father was speaking the truth. The deal was done.

At this point the mother realized what this was all about, and ran desperately between the men and her daughter. She begged her husband to have mercy and fell down to her knees. It didn't have the effect she had hoped for. All of the men attacked her, threw her to the floor and started beating and kicking her around her body and head until she lay bleeding and unconscious. During this incident, the daughters had screamed hysterically and tried to find safety for each other, which wasn't very smart thing to do.

The two men had noticed that there were also four other girls in the house, some of them even younger than the one that they had actually come for. This time they offered the father a really great amount of money if he would just agree to sell them too. Of course they could have just taken them without any cost, but they had had very specific instructions from Japan to avoid anything that might cause the police to take interest on their abductions. Most of the policemen were naturally corrupted, but safe was always safe.

The father didn't need much time to think about it. He told the men to take the sluts out of his house. At this point he had understood that his daughters weren't really going to be hired as erotic dancers. They were going to become whores against their will. But, in spite of this, he said that he didn't care what was going to happen to them and he would never ask for them afterwards. He looked at her daughters and told them that they were worthless to him and they had to get out of his sight. To underline his words, he slapped each one of them sharply in their faces. The girls were crying and begging their father not to abandon them and the two men felt a nice wave of pleasure coming from between their legs as they listened to their useless pleas.

The three men shook hands. The father received the money. Everyone was satisfied.

Except the daughters, who were horrified and couldn't do anything but cry and sob. The girls were drugged and after a short telephone call, a car came to pick up the girls and the two men. Then they were gone.

The father was alone in his house. His wife was lying unconscious on the floor.

For a moment he tried to think with his drunken brains. He tried to think, what he would do now? But, he didn't bother following his thoughts to any conclusion. He was rich now. In his own little world he could get anything he wanted.

For the last time, he kicked his wife and walked out of the house. He had decided not to return ever again. It's quite obvious that he's now living a quite comfortable life in some town nearby. He can afford a little luxury and as much booze as he is ever able to drink. His wife will probably end up as a cheap street prostitute. That is, of course, only if she doesn't have the courage or a will to commit suicide. But to be honest, nobody is really interested in what will happen to her, certainly not her husband. He already has much, much younger pussies pleasing the sensitive skin of his penis, wherever he is.

At the club of Japanese businessmen, the banker, Mr. Yong is massaging his cock. Sinister thoughts are wandering through his mind. "Whore, little whore. Fuck her, rape her, kill her…Go ahead, cry for your mother, cunt. No one can hear you, no one can hear you, no one can hear you…"

Mr. Yong is wrong. Everyone can hear her, but no one will help. Every man in this room shares Mr. Yong´s thoughts.

His breathing is coming more intense. Now he is actually panting. He laughs nervously to himself. Then he spits on the child laying on the stage.

A couple of other men follow his example.

The child is screaming from the bottom of her lungs. The host has moved to rape her asshole, and the girl is feeling like she's going to rip in two. The host's cock must be thicker than any of her shits. The speed of his thrusts is going up. Clearly he is about to reach his orgasm. Some of the Japanese men have already cum and the small stage is, at some places, covered with their slimy sperm. The men are howling in extreme pleasure. So is Mr. Yong. Grunts can be heard everywhere.

The host is reaching his orgasm and pulls his cock out of the child's ass. The two gentlemen grab the girl's hair and keeping her head in place so the host can spray every drop of his jism all over her face.

When he's done, he slaps the girl's face a couple of times with his cock, then pulls up his pants. The two gentlemen turn her head to the audience so that everyone can see her face. Then they drag her to the edge of the stage and one by one the businessmen start shooting their loads in the face of the ruined little girl. When they come, they all roar with the feeling of power they've got. Some of them want to beat the girl while they shoot their load and bruises start to appear all over her body.

The two men drag her from a man to another and make sure that she has to take it all. One man in a dark suit sticks his cock up to her nose and shoots his load into to her nasal canal. At the same time he spits in her face. Then there are two older gentlemen who force her eyes open with their free hands. They both have their cocks aimed straight at the girl's eyes they start cumming. She can't close her eyes. She is helpless in front of the attack of the burning seed. The men just grunt and moan abnormally. The two men who hold her in place let out cruel laughter while, yet another man, is trying to force his fist up her cunt. The little child is screaming out her horror. She is crying out for her mother or anybody, who could help her. The men are feeling like winners. They can, because they are winners. They have succeeded. They have destroyed a life and proved their masculinity.

Suddenly the girl feels hands grabbing her from all over her body. The men cannot wait for their turns and the rest of them are rushing all over the girl, stroking their cocks. Then the constant stream of slimy wad is splashing all over her, mostly on her face. The holders are moving her head around so that her face is making contact to the tips of everyone's cock. All are given a chance to shoot whatever he wants to. The men are sweating. They are cursing the girl and grunting like pigs. Some of them are pushing their cocks against her eyeballs.

When they are done, they all go off the stage and shove the girl onto her back. They are leaving to get another drink while waiting for the next disposable girl. This one is a used slut. They don't want to think about her anymore. For her there will be nothing more left than pain and cruelty. The love part is gone. The child is completely covered in sperm. Her once so beautiful hair is now one sticky mess. Her eyes, her mouth and her whole skin are overpowered with Japanese semen.

Almost everyone here has had his way with her. Now they don't remember her anymore, except one man. He is still looking at her, even though she doesn't notice. He hasn't played his cards yet, but he's definitely going to. Tonight will be his turn to get a little bit of privacy…

An hour has passed and the men are sitting at their tables, having drinks, talking and laughing with each other. Mr. Yong approaches the host and gives him some money. Enough to make sure that he's got the right to spend some time alone with the little girl. He is escorted to a locked door.

The host opens it and lets Mr. Yong in. Mr. Yong is horny. He wants to hurt the child. Make her suffer for real. She reminds him of her own granddaughter. Mr. Yong is 55 years old, a rich banker who has his life in order and nothing to worry about.

The room behind the door is very ascetic. It looks more like a cell than a whore's chamber.

A bed, a toilet, and the door. No windows. One bare light bulb is hanging from the ceiling.

The host asks, if Mr. Yong wants to have some lubricant and paper, but with a friendly voice, he refuses. Then the host goes away, leaving the door unlocked.

The child is curled up in the corner, rocking herself back and forward in a rhythmic manner.

No one has bothered cleaning her up. All the sperm is still covering her skin, partly dried, of course. Her eyes are red from the crying and the burning semen.

She notices the man at the door and squeezes herself even more tightly, frightened.

Mr. Yong walks to the child and kicks her. His shoe cuts straight through her sensitive skin.

"Stand up, whore!" he yells and kicks her a couple of times more. "Get up from there!"

The child screams in pain and tries to cover herself, but Mr. Yong drags her up by her hair and snorts in her face. The child screams again for her momma.

"You are not going to see you mother ever again! Your mother is dead! Did you hear me?" Mr. Yong punches her in the jaw. "I asked you a question, you poor cunt. What do you have to say about it? I killed your mother with my own hands. She's dead!" he goes on and throws the child against a wall as hard as he can.

Of course, Mr. Yong can't know whether her mother is alive or not, but he just felt good saying that. He throws her around a couple of times more until she can't stay on her feet anymore. The child tries to crawl towards the door, foolishly hoping that she could get out of it. Mr. Yong jumps on her back and starts to ride her like a horse. However, Mr. Yong is a very heavy man for an eight-year- old girl to carry and she collapses to the floor. That makes Mr. Yong furious. He takes a handgun from his pocket and shows it to the girl. She starts to shiver and her red eyes grow wide. Mr. Yong points the gun straight to her eyes.

"Listen, bitch. I have decided to ride on you, and you'd better carry me or I will kill you. I'm not interested in how young or weak you are. I have paid for you and you are here to do just as I say or you will die. Understand!?"

The girl can't take her eyes away from the gun. She starts to sob.

"Please mister, please don't hurt me anymore. I will do anything you say. I will carry you, mister. Please don't kill me.", she begs.

"Get on your knees!" Mr. Yong orders and sits down on her back. He presses the gun against the neck of the girl and tells her to get moving. Then he lifts his feet on her shoulders so that she would have to carry all of his weight.

The girl is afraid that she will die if she isn't able carry this man and from some almost unnatural resources she can find the strength to carry Mr. Yong. She can feel the gun pressing on her neck.

"Faster, whore!" Mr. Yong orders and gets his cock out with is other hand.

The little girl tries to move faster, but it is difficult. Her knees are hurting. She's just a little child and Mr. Yong, a grown-up banker in a suit, is sitting with his full weight on her back. Mr. Yong is masturbating slowly. From time to time he slaps the back of her head and her ass. He gives her orders where to go. He tells her to crawl to the door, but when she gets there, he claims that he told her to crawl to the toilet. For that she receives a severe beating. Mr. Yong pushes his fingers up her pussy and her ass. He shuts her air passages and keeps her without air for a minute. He beats her ears with his hands and yells that she's too slow. All the time he is fondling his swollen member and throwing insults to the child. But she just goes on.

Finally Mr. Yong gets bored and starts to jump on her back until she collapses again. He gets up and kicks her hard in her pussy. The girl screams and loses consciousness, so Mr. Yong drags her to the toilet and pushes her head into the bowl. He keeps her mouth and nose underwater until she starts to struggle. Then he throws her away from him with disgust.

Mr. Yong is standing in the middle of the room with his cock out and looks at the crying eight-year old on the floor. Then he pulls down his pants and sits down on the toilet.

"Crawl here, brat." he commands her with a cold voice.

The child crawls to him on her hands and knees. Mr. Yong grabs her head and starts to rub her face against his genitals.

"Lick me, whore! Lick my shaft and my balls! Stick your tongue out!" he shouts and the girl tries to obey him, but he pulls her hair so hard that she can only scream.

He beats her head against the toilet bowl between his thighs until she starts to bleed. Then he moves her face to his crotch again. Mr. Yong doesn't really need her to lick him. He is pressing her face against his crotch so hard that it is enough to make him feel good. Anyway he yells, "Open your fucking mouth and please me, you worthless bitch! Do something!"

The girl doesn't know what she is supposed to do. She hasn't been with men before this day. She used to think that someday she will find herself a handsome and wealthy man, who will love her and bring her roses every day; a man who will take care of her and won't drink liqueur at all.

They would make children and live happily ever after in a beautiful house with a beautiful sight to the sea and with a beautiful life all in all. Well…she doesn't have those thoughts anymore.

She opens her mouth as she is told to do. Mr. Yong lifts himself a bit, and starts to fuck her face with fury. In and out he goes, like a rabbit. The girl didn't expect that and tries to move her head back. Mr Yong slams his fist against her ribs and goes on beating the back of her throat with his ruling cock.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhorecuntslut. Can you swallow my pole? I bet you can't. You'll choke on it," he grunts as his thrusts grow more violently and uncontrollably. His cock slips out of her tiny mouth many times, but he doesn't care. He just goes on thrusting it against the girl's eyes and face until she succeeds to get it in her mouth again.

The girl loses her balance and falls down on her back but Mr. Yong doesn't stop. He falls down on her and sits on her face. He presses his asshole tightly onto the girl's nose and mouth. Then he tenses his muscles and with a strong "nnnnggghhhh," his shit starts to come out of his ass.

The girl thrashes madly. She tries to get away. No result. She kicks her legs and lifts her waist. Muffled screams. She tries to breathe but all she can get in is more and more of Mr. Yong´s excrement.

Mr. Yong lifts his ass and drops the last pieces of his smelly shit. Then he sits back down and rubs his ass once more against the girls face.

"Here's your dinner, whore. You'd better eat it all! Who knows, this may be your last supper." Mr Yong thinks that he's very clever, has a good laugh on his "joke" and pushes his cock again in her mouth. Now as the girl is on the floor and Mr. Yong is on the top, he can use his full weight to fuck the child's mouth. And he does too.

He gets up and slams himself down brutally. His crotch makes contact with the girl's jaw. He's going to make the bitch suffer; make her regret that she was even born. The man goes up and down. His cock is penetrating deeper and deeper into the child's throat every time. Again she is in great pain. The tip of his cock starts to have more and more blood on it with every thrust. He realizes that he must have broken something in her insides. "Good", he thinks to himself. "I have broken her mind, now I'll break her body."

Mr. Yong goes on. He has no mercy on the child. He turns around and starts to beat her pussy with his fists. He also goes on destroying her insides with the weight of his lower body and his manhood. Finally, after one of the powerful thrusts, he hears a loud snap and his cock sinks a bit deeper than it had sunk before. He has broken her jaw. He has to take his cock quickly away from the child's spasming mouth, because he's about to shoot and he doesn't want to do it yet.

Mr. Yong is admiring his handiwork. The child doesn't seem to understand what has happened. She can't move her jaw properly and keeps on touching it with her hands. At last she realizes the situation and bursts into a heart-breaking cry, although it doesn't break Mr. Yong's heart. He looks down at his cock. It is quite big and Mr. Yong is actually a bit proud of it.

"Look at my cock, slut. Soon I will push it all through that little slit of yours. It will hurt you much more than anything that you have experienced so far."

His face is sweaty. He's in an extremely aroused state. He hasn't even removed his clothing.

The child can't make out a single voice. The terror has struck her well. She can only feel enormous physical and mental pain.

Mr. Yong walks to her and scrubs his ass with the girl's hair.

Mr. Yong, the banker, is lying on top of the eight-year-old. They are on the bed. While he is raping her cunt, he's continuously beating her face with his fist. He's suffocating her with his weight. Blood is coming out of her holes and shrieking, inhuman voices are coming out of her mouth.

Mr. Yong enjoys himself. He's crushing her teeth with his fist. He doesn't care. He's got the money and the power. There'll always be new little whores for him to use. As he cums, he makes a roaring sound and shoots his jism deep into the child. His last thrusts are so powerful and violent, that he thinks he's ripping her insides to shreds with his powerful tool.

Memories of his old rapes pop into his mind. How he raped a screaming little girl, who was seven months pregnant after some earlier rape by an unknown hero. And how he, with his very own fists beat the whore´s belly until she lost her baby and at the same time he shot his load inside her.

The child is losing consciousness again. Her eyes are buried somewhere under her violated skin and shit. Her mouth and nose are bleeding and there are bruises all over her body. A nice mixture of blood and Mr.Yong's sperm is flowing out of her cunt.

After a while of rest, Mr. Yong stands up, pulls up his pants, makes sure that his tie is straight and walks out of the room. He leaves the child lying unconscious on the bed.

At the bar, the banker Yong feels that he's strong. He feels that he's a real man.

His friends are anxiously waiting for the next piece of cunt to be delivered to them.

The last one is now ready to be thrown to the trash. A worthless piece of female shit.