POWER UNLEASHED
by Hans Schultz 

(Thanks to Big Bro for inspiration, innovation and revisioning)

For adult entertainment only.
(MMMMM/f, Kidnap, Rape, Pedo, Piss, Violence)  
Feedback welcomed at hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

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 vermins, 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 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 precum 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 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 get 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!

        
       


                




   








   