POST FROM THE BATTLEFIELD   
Written by Hans Schultz.

Story codes: war, rp, viol, snuff, ws, ped
Feedback welcomed at hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

For adult entertainment only !

Dear son. 

I am writing to you somewhere on this unknown, godforsaken land. I know you have been worried about me, because I have not stayed in touch, but at least now, as you read these words, you know that your father is alive. As a matter of fact I am more than alive. The front line is far away from our battalion and our job is mainly just to clean the mess it has left behind. So my life is very good here. I know that your whore mother has told you that you should avoid being commanded to this place by any means necessary because it is dangerous, but do not believe her son. I am your father and I know better. This is what we men do and what we are proud of !  
I know that you want to become a real man too, and so I have arranged things so that you will be joining us here as soon as four months in your basic training have passed. And now, do not be afraid of this, son, because there is no need to. I can tell you that war is fun !

I and my comrades are attacking all those poor rural villages and the people there can do absolutely nothing to stop us. Most of the local men are sent out to die from the bullets of our army and there are only women and children at home. There is no way they can offer any resistance for strong soldiers like us. Which is good, of course. This way everything is much easier. 
No one in our company really cares about politics. Our only interest is to get to rape and kill. As a man you must understand this, son. I am proud of my uniform and my rifle, which I carry. As proud as I am proud of my cock that hardens inside my uniform trousers every time I see a woman or a girl begging for mercy in front of me. That is the feeling of power, son. You can feel it with your own cock too. I know you have got a big cock. Of course you do, because I am your father. 
Son, I want you to know that this is the way I expect you to follow the footsteps of your father. There is still a lot of this poor land left to conquer.

I was not going to believe how lucky I was when I heard that I had been ordered to join the 42nd cavalry regiment. But eventually I had to. The 42nd cavalry regiment is famous for its cruelty and the acts of senseless violence that it commits. But then again, the reason why I was ordered here was quite obvious. Most of my current comrades have a history in violence and/or sex crimes. And as you must be aware of, I was found guilty of raping that 12 years old little whore sister of yours two years ago. That fucking cunt was asking for it, I say. Thank God that in you I have at least one good and loyal SON. 
Anyway, I was quite sure they were going to put me away for a very long time, or even worse, send me to the front line. But it did not happen, and this is where your second lesson comes up, son.  
A man must always have good friends, because good friends will help you and stay on your side when you are in trouble. That friend to me this time was mister Aarnio. You remember him too. 
He was the reverend of our congregation there in our hometown. Now he is here though, with a high rank and with a noble, religious task to take care of the souls of our soldiers. A fine man indeed he is. And he took care of my case. He convinced the major, that it is not right to punish a good man like me of a crime that is so insignificant in the eyes of God and especially insignificant for the army. Which is true of course. I am a man at my best, and I am damn sure that I am a thousand times more useful to the army and my country than the little whore can ever be. 
Reverend Aarnio is a good man. God bless him and his soul forever.

And now I am here. So far I have killed about 150 enemies, most of which have been women and children. And I have already lost count of how many enemy holes my cock has raped. It is very important that you draw a line between enemies and human beings. These people are animals and they deserve everything that we are doing to them. Remember that, son. You must believe me when I say to you, that raping at least one little cunt a day makes a man feel much stronger. My cock is again just like a lust filled tool of a young man with a constant hard-on.   
Yesterday we invaded a small village once again. The people there had no clue that we were coming their way, so they all were in the middle of their daily routines as we got them by surprise. 
I will now tell you something about it. And my son, you may not be ashamed of yourself, if your cock gets hard while reading the following. It is good exercise for you, as we keep eye on what you are going to do here too very, very soon.   

The houses looked all alike. They had not seen any paint for decades and most of the windows were broken and covered with cardboard. Domestic animals, like hens and pigs were wandering around the gardens. Very primitive, but then, what could one expect from these stupid people ?  I looked inside from a window of the first house and saw children playing on the floor and some cunts cooking food or some shit in front of the stove. The whole house was just one big room. I went to the door and just kicked it open. All action in the room stopped and the poor bastards just looked at me in a complete state of shock. I felt I was in total control. I pulled the trigger of my rifle and laughed as one by one I paid them all a bullet. Of course all of them did not die, but I do not care. Wounding them is even better. It brings them more pain and my cock gets more pleased. 
After the sound of the firing faded away there were only sounds of wailing and crying carried through the air, and it was music to my ears. The wooden toys of the children were left alone on the floor and they were slowly getting trapped in the pool of blood. Blood of the children, who just 10 seconds ago still merrily played with them. I do not lie to you son. My cock was hardened to its full length and it was dripping pre-cum, which felt wet against my thigh. Some of the cunts were still alive too, and they screamed as I walked all over them as I went through their home in search of anything valuable I could steal. I found some money and some family jewels, which I crammed into my pockets. I used my rifle butt to smash all the things that did not have any value to me, spat on the suffering whores on the floor and walked out. 
I wish you had been there, son. You would have been proud of your father. In less than five minutes I ruined the future of that family forever. And if they are not all going to die because of me, at least I have left out motherless children or childless mothers, whose pain will never fade out. And just for the fun of it. Cruelty is power, my son.

I went through also five other houses and did the same thing there. Except at one place, into which I threw a hand grenade through a window before I went in, because there was a also a man in the room. That is also something you must try out when you will get here and join us. Hand grenades can cause very exciting destruction. Houses get on fire. The stomachs are blown open and people try to push their intestines back in. Children have their eyes blinded by the grenade splinters and they cannot  see how to get away from the flames. Crying and screaming everywhere. The first thing I am going to teach you as you will get here, is blowing up people. We will find a pregnant whore and you will get to push a grenade into her cunt. It is a real treat to watch her blow up, and it gets even more pleasing if you make some older cunt child of hers suck your cock at the same time. This may sound like something that is not possible to do, but you do not need to worry, son. It is quite easy. There are plenty of pregnant women in every village. Of course there are. They are all whores here.     

At this point the whole village was at state of chaos. I heard gunfire all around me. Dead bodies were everywhere, and no matter where I looked, I could see a fellow soldier raping some whore. 
A group of my friends had fun with some teenage cunt, who was crying for her mother and begged them to stop. It was so fucking hilarious. As if a man would stop fucking before he has shot his load !  Here you see son, how stupid women can be !  It was a beautiful sight as a cock after another ripped that little pig to pieces. After they were done, she was covered in sperm, and she just sobbed. Someone had dropped an infant on the ground after he had finished using it and it had its head all red from all that screaming. Just then sergeant Laiho, a very good friend of mine, came there, and asked me if I would be in for a game. I immediately got the hint and we started playing football by kicking the infant to each other there on the street. My boots are still covered in blood from that. I guess I will have to polish them before the captain inspects our outfits today. He is always very strict about the regulations, but on a battlefield, like in the fight yesterday, he is a very good leader and he also likes to rape enemy whores. I saw him in the sixth house where he and another officer laughed and kicked a pregnant whore in her stomach. She tried to cover her yet unborn baby with her hands, but of course she did not succeed. And as soon as the miscarriage started, the officers moved of taking turns and fucking her bleeding cunt with fury. In the other corner was action too. Our medic was lying there on top of some long haired blonde, who was fighting him so hard, that he had to beat her face to bloody pulp with his fists before he managed to get his monster sized cock inside her fuckhole. 
Luckily he is a bit more gentle medic when he is taking care of his comrades.

You can believe son, that my cock was about to explode there and then as I saw all the raping around me. The soldiers were grunting like pigs as they pumped their cocks in and out of the whore cunts. The women screamed for help and the air smelled like sweat, blood and sex. I looked around the room if there was anything left for my cock too, and then I saw this bitch in her 30´s who was embracing a baby in her arms. There was also a little girl, about seven or eight years old, who tried to hide herself behind the skirt of the woman. I walked straight to the old cunt and grabbed the baby from her grip. I could not hold myself back any longer. I opened the buttons of my uniform trousers and took out my rock hard man cock. Then I forced the baby to open its fuckmouth and I pushed my cock as deep as it went down its throat. The throat was so small that the size of my cock really stretched it open. Tight as a cunt of a teenager. It took lots of concentration, but I managed to get my piss to stream out from my bladder into the baby. Of course it was too much for her, and her whole little baby body began to swell as my hot urine filled its stomach and its lungs. My piss even burst out of its nostrils when I started to move the little fuck animal up and down on my cock. You will also come to notice how big your cock seems when you use it on someone so small. In those situations your cock seems to be the most dangerous weapon in the world. And for those whores it certainly is. Just forget those ideas about using your cock for tender lovemaking in order to please the woman, which I am sure your mother has tried brainwash you with. Your cock is a tool of terror and rape, son. That is a way to prove your manhood to those whores.   

When I was done pissing, I just grabbed the baby by its feet and swung its head against the floor as hard as I could. It could as well die as far as I was concerned. I had finished using her, and just felt like killing someone. Its skull was immediately smashed and parts of its brains came to view. Now it was nothing more than rag on the floor. An used up fuckhole full of my piss, which was flowing on the floor from her mouth. But my cock was still out of my pants demanding attention. I looked at the old cunt who seemed to be paralyzed by fear. She just squeezed the hand of the little whore behind her skirt, probably trying to protect her with that pathetic attempt. But as I have told you, son, when a real man wants to have a piece of cunt, he will take it and does not ask for permission. That is exactly what I did with your mother too, but that is another story. 
I dragged this little whore to me and could not hold back my laughter as she cried things like “no”, “mommy”, “help me”and “please”. It is always the same. I shut her up by rubbing my cock against her face, burying her nose in my crotch and slapping her eyes with my cock so hard that strings of my slimy precum landed on her face. I lifted her up with one hand and stuck my tongue as deep in her throat as I could moving it all around, exploring her every cavity. I let my drool fill her mouth at the same time as I ripped her clothes off with my other hand. That was easy. She was wearing just some old rags which tore up from a slightest touch. Then I just fell on her with all my weight, using her body to soften my fall. I think she must have hurt her head as she fell, because she went unconscious, but she sure did wake up quickly as I shoved my big cock inside her little whore cunt. You have seen my cock, son, and you know that it is a pole that can split a woman in two.      
I pulled her legs apart with my hands and used my full force as I penetrated her. Suddenly I heard a loud cracking sound from her insides as something broke. Probably her hip joints.  That was good, because it made it easier for me to get my whole length in. The fuckhole woke up and started to scream her lungs out. Her eyes looked like they could have popped out of their sockets on any second. I stuck my tongue back in her headcunt and suffocated her screams by grunting and groaning obscenities into her mouth. Of course it did not take long for me to dump my slime in her womb, and as I came I shouted as hard as I could, still keeping my mouth opened against hers. As I still spasmed in the grip of this powerful orgasm, I bit her tongue so hard that it came off and her mouth was filled up with blood. 
I stood up, with my softening cock still out and wet from sperm and blood. Then I looked the old bitch in her eyes. I made a couple of wanking movements with my cock and spat the tongue against her face. “Your daughter was  lousy fuck, whore. Make sure your next one will be better.”, I said. She collapsed on the floor. I turned around to leave.

The officers and the medic had been waiting for me to get ready. They offered me a cigarette as they were already smoking themselves. And we walked out of the house. We got our horses and started our evening ride to our camp. The village was ruined. At least half of the houses were burning and over a half of the population was killed. Those who were not, were wounded and raped. And the spoils of war are good too. My balls got emptied for that day and in addition I managed to haul a very nice amount of money and jewellery from the houses. I am quite sure that the whorehouse pimp back home will be very interested in their life savings and will give me some of his best service in return. 

So, son...now you know what I do. I know that you must be anxious to get here as soon as possible. Once you are here, I will teach you all you need to know. As soon as you have read this letter, you will have to go and report yourself at the local headquarters and tell them your name. Everything has been taken care of for you. You will go to the basic training and right after that you will be sent here to fight for your country together with us. Take this letter with you, and do not tell anything about our plans to that whore mother of yours. I have decided that I want to leave her in uncertainty of what has happened to you. That way I will have my revenge on her and I am sure that you will agree too. After all, what else is she than another whore who should not be let bring up a young boy like you. I am your father and I will take care of you. I will bring you up to be a man. A real man.
 
Welcome to the 42nd cavalry regiment, son.


