Written by Hans Schultz
Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

Story codes: M, f, F, rape, viol, humil, scat, piss



I DONīT CARE

Why should I ?
All those Amnesty faggots can keep their mouths shut as far as Iīm concerned. I enjoy peopleīs  pain. I donīt care. Itīs their own fault anyway. Life has been pretty good for me and thatīs enough. Thatīs all Iīm interested in.

My upstairs neighbour has a nasty habit of beating his wife. Almost every friday, as Iīm 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 ?  Sheīs just some cunt that I even donīt know.
So I just take out one of my kiddyporn 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, Iīve 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 Doesnīt 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 doesnīt 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 havenīt helped her. 
What a bitch !  Why doesnīt she help herself ?
I donīt care.

Yes, little girls.
I like fucking them. Theyīre tight and itīs 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 childīs psyche, but I donīt care about that. I need my orgasm, and a child cunt fits tightly around my cock.
Thatīs enough. 
And I donīt have to worry about them getting pregnant.
So what, if the child hurts while Iīm penetrating her ?  
Iīm not the one whoīs 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 havenīt really done drugs so far, but that doesnīt matter. Theyīre still very eager to give it a try and theyīre just meat for me. 
Of course thereīs 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. Iīm just doing them a favour. Nobody fucking cares about that scum.
Itīs just too bad if they die before I get to fuck them. Itīs not very fun to rape a corpse.
I help the girls to use the needle and make sure that theyīll get properly fucked up. 
I donīt want them to remember me or my licence plates afterwards. 
I drive them to an abandoned place and as soon as weīre 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 donīt 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 thatīs probably very familiar to them. Iīm sure that itīs not the first time theyīve cried. And sticking your cock into a crying childīs mouth is a superb sensation, I can tell you.
The penetration doesnīt 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 !  Itīs just grat to feel my cock invading the tiny crack which has been used only for peeing so far. Sometimes itīs very difficult to get my full grown manīs 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 donīt care. 
Itīs their pain, not mine. And the virginal blood on my cock makes me even more hornier. And, after Iīve cummed inside their tiny cunts, I just get into my car and drive away. 
Itīs 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 doesnīt 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 theyīre 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 donīt care. 
I just want to get the fucking brats out of my sight. 

This kind of cities create lots of violence. Thatīs a fact. 
And an ordinary man, like me, should stay away from it. 
I donīt intervene. It will just get me in trouble.
Usuallybut 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 wasnīt much people. Just me and couple of other men in their fifties. 
Then there was two young lads who were talking to a drunken, young cocktease. 
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 donīt 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 watchesand 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 didnīt 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 arenīt 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 didnīt 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 ainīt 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 wasnīt the only one who didnīt 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 didnīt 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 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 didnīt 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.

Iīm 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 wouldnīt it have been completely insane to try to stop it all ?  
We did enjoy ourselves and that fucking bitch didnīt. As simple as that.
And whatīs the big deal after all ?  She was just a woman.
Who cares ?  I donīt.

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 wonīt, I will threaten to turn them in to the police. 
Iīm 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. 
Itīs 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. 
Iīve usually put the newcomers to do that, because Iīve 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 wonīt 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, itīs allowed to do almost everything if youīve got the cash.
Lots of my whores have to spend the whole night under a table, sucking the customerīs cock for hours. Men dont have to use a condom if they donīt 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. 
Itīs also possible to rent a private urinal to be chained in the wall of the mensroom. 
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 manīs 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 mensroom 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 didnīt 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 thatīs it. Both of them are probably dead by now. 
The ethnic cleansings there are not very merciful, I have heard.
But thatīs none of my business. I donīt care what happens to some foreign brats.
Later I told the politician about the girlīs 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 thatīs 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 Iīve got a right to do that. So go to Hell with your liberalism.
I canīt understand people who are always complaining about everything. 
Animal rights ?  What the fuck ?  Whatīs 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 wonīt be walking to the supermarket because of the wankers, who say that itīs destroying the environment and the living conditions of some poor people. 
I donīt care about them. 
You may go and kill them as far as Iīm concerned.
Donīt come telling me that I should feed the hungry people of the third world. 
Itīs their problem, not mine. 
I donīt care. 
I am not hungry and Iīm 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 breadafter Iīve fucked them, of course. 
I could use a slave.

And then finally: Females
Iīm 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, thatīs not just their problem. The freedom of the womankind has managed to destroy a lot of the good patriarchal society weīre living in. 
Giving them a right to vote is about the same if you gave pigs the right to vote. 
So letīs put this straight once and for all: You women are all whores to be used by our cocks. Beaten and used. Whereīs the natural orderby 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. Itīs 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 wonīt agree to these terms. 
The threat of torture and the death penalty will correct the misthinkers. 
The amount of pain and agony in the world may increase a lot, but I donīt care. Iīm 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 thatīs important is that we rightful men can take the power back.
And that I will able to satisfy my needs. 
I donīt care about anything else.







