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

Story codes: MM, F, f, rape, viol

Scenes from the life of Hans Schultz, part 1


September, 14th 1978


Gentlemen:
My name is Hans Schultz. I am a 56 years old man living in West-Germany.
Im working at a bookkeeping office as a  foreman. I get along very well with my fellow workers and I get paid quite well too but still I dont like my work much. 
My enthusiasm has disappeared during the years and to be real honest with you, I must say that Im bored. But my work isnt the only thing that Im bored at. 

Ive been married for the last 25 years and my wifes name is Helena. Shes ten years younger than me. When we got married I demanded that she should stay home to take care of the children, house and all the well-known duties of a traditional housewife. So she does too, and that is quite allright. 
She could have had a nice job at the local supermarket but I didnt allow her to take it, and I think that my policies were very acceptable back then, dont you think. 
After all it is a wifes duty to stay home and a husbands duty to go to work and get the money to the family.  In spite of this fact my wife still has a nasty habit of complaining and nagging to me. She says that I have ruined her life and Im afraid that she really thinks that Im the one to blame. She doesnt think it as a joke but when she first started the nagging I could only be amused in front of such stupidity. But that was years ago.
 The complaining has gone on all the time since then and now I dont feel very much like laughing anymore.  My wife doesnt take care of the household properly and in addition to that she is a bad mother. You see, she has this tendency of spoiling the kids and letting them do everything they want to.
 I think because of all this I have slowly and without even realizing it, started to drink more, year after year.

Last weeks Monday started like perfectly normal and a dull Mondays usually do. 
I woke up at 6am and got to work with a slight hangover in my head at 7am. 
Then the usual four hours of boredom. Lunch at 11am and after that another deadly four hours.
 I had a chance to get a personal secretary, and watcing her is about the only pleasant thing to do during a normal workday. I chose her myself from the crowd of twenty people who had applied for the job. She is not talented at her working but her physical qualities are almost perfect.
 Long, blonde hair, a nice firm ass, small, girlish tits and tight dresses that could wake up the dead. And another good point is that because she hasnt gone to schools and hasnt got the proper qualifications to the job of a secretary, we dont have to pay her very much. Shes not a member of a trade union. 
Usually I have to go at least twice a day to the mensroom and masturbate because of her. Thinking of the things I could do to her is driving me mad. Wellnevermind that.  
   
At 4pm I signed out as usual. And also, as usual I headed to a local pub to have a couple of relaxing beers with some of my fellow workers.
 We talked this and that and time had wings. Thats very understandable. 
Its a blessing to have at least some friends that can make you forget all the disgusting shit you have to go through every Goddamn day of your life. 
When I got home about 8pm or so, I was welcomed by a very angry wife and a cold dinner in the kitchen. She attacked me like a state prosecutor. 
  Youve been drinking again !  I cant stand anymore this shit of yours. Just guess how much I enjoy sitting home every day, fixing dinner for you and only to see you coming home drunk and late. Its just like Hell!, she yelled.
Yes, the same old thing once again. Ill have to make a confession to you right now.
I have never been very good at situations that require a good ability to stand pressure. 
Especially not with her. 
  Well, warm up the fucking food then and stop that bullshitting., I said logically, but obviously she didnt get my point.
  Oh yeah. Is that how you think ?, She ran into the kitchen and went on with the yelling.
  You may now get used to the idea that I wont work here as your servant for the rest of my life ! 
She grabbed something which looked a bit like a meatloaf and threw it towards me. 
It hit straight to the shoulder part of my new and expensive business-suit. 
  Here you are !, she screamed
I think that you can imagine how I felt. I didnt want to hear that shit anymore. 
No man has to take that kind of behaviour from his wife.  Never. 
Automatically my hand balled into a fist and in a second I was beside her. 
I punched her straight in the face.
  Guess who is bringing the money into this house, Goddamnit, woman ?  I am !, I said and punched her face again. The blow was so powerful that she lost her balance and fell on the kitchen table. I went on.
  Whos the one that is spending eight fuckin hours every fuckin day at the office and because of that is getting bored to death ?  Listen carefully now, whore. Thats me !  And the only rewards I get from you are complaints and food that makes me wanna throw up.
I got furious and was almost out of control. When the bitch tried to get up I threw my fist towards her stomach. She fell down to the floor and started sobbing.

I know my wife well. This wasnt the first time Id beat her. 
Its simply the only effective way to keep the womanfolk in line. And at least my old woman realizes her place when it is shown to her properly. 
The woman laid on the floor. She cried and covered her face with her arms. I stooped down to her. You shouldnt get too funny with me, bitch. Thats not very wise, because if you do, I will kill you some day. Thats for sure. And Ill do the same to that bastard daughter of yours too. You should be just glad that I can stand you in my eyes year after year. I could put you out to the streets anytime I want to. But you know that Im a good man and I wont. Fucking fat and ugly whore, thats what you are.,  I said, almost whispering into her ear.
She cried even harder now and our daughter came to the door, looking scared. 
I had to get out to straighten my thoughts. I started walking towards the door.
  And I suppose that you are aware whats gonna happen if you decide to call the police:
With these final words I got out and slammed the door shut behind me.

I knew that she wouldnt report me. 
We have an  eight years old daughter, who was supposed to bring joy to our old age. 
Or to save our marriage, as my wife sees it.  Personally I didnt really want to have a third child to our family, but that stubborn wife of mine didnt have the abortion although I told her so. 
I have never been even sure whos the real father of that brat, but it doesnt matter much to me anymore. Ive started to think that its quite useful to have a young girl in the house. 
Ive made clear that if I my wife freaks out and calls the police, Ill be happy to punish our daughter for it. Sometimes I even hope for it to happen. I could really use a piece of tight and young pussy. That would indeed add a fine joy to my old age. 
But of course that bitch doesnt have the guts to call the police. Shes too afraid to do anything except submitting. But after all shes just a woman so what else could be expected ? 
You tell me, gentlemen ?

But I really dont like getting furious. Its no good for either one of us. Im so filled with adrenaline that I cant get the fun out of beating my wife. 
The next one is not an easy confession to make, but I think that you will understand me: Sometimes I get violent and beat my wife just in order to get excited. I like the feeling of power that I get in those situations. I can do it very calmly and with very high intensity level.
And on the other hand, what choice do I have ? 
That bitch hasnt slept with me voluntarily for years now, so I just have to rape her if I want to get laid sometimes. 
Anyone would do it, so wholl be the one to say that Im on the wrong tracks ?  
Shes my wedded wife, and its her matrimonial duty to sleep with me. Im just taking whats mine.

This kind of thoughts wandered through my mind as I was walking to the pub that night. 
It was a bright and cool night. There were no clouds in the sky and an almost full moon lighted up my way. We are living in a house next to a small lake, which is surrounded by a big park and I had to walk through it. At that time of the day the park is usually empty of people. 
Everyones afraid of robbers and drunkards, even the robbers and drukards themselves so I was quite surprised when I heard some voices. 
I heard the sound of running and a woman screaming. Then again just silence. 
I got curious and headed for the noise. Then again I heard some kind of muffled screams coming from behind the bushes. 
As quietly as possible I sneaked around the bush and then I saw what was going on. 
A man of my age or a bit older had forced an young, about 16-18 years old girl into a fall, as we sportsmen say, and at the very moment I saw them, the man backhanded the girls face and got a knife out of his pocket. 
It seemed to me that the girl was quite heavily drunk. She was dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket which was filled with all kinds of weird chains and stuff. A sort of punk-rocker or a drug addict, you know, whatever. 
The man was dressed in a grey business-suit and a tie, just like me.
For a moment I didnt know what to do and I just stood there, very surprised, of course. 
I thought how I should react, should I go and help the girl or what. 
But for some reason my cock had already stopped thinking and started to stiffen in my pants so I decided to hide myself and watch how the situation would progress. 
The man was most obviously going to rape that girl and I was offered a brilliant possibility to watch the show without the fear of getting caught.  
After all I didnt care a shit about the girl. That would have been only a complete waste of time. It was all her own fault. Im sure that no-one tells a young girl like her to come to the park in the late evening and in that condition she was. 

The girl has started crying and she pleaded the man not to hurt her. The situation was really exciting and I began to stroke my cock gently through the thin fabric of my trousers. 
The man took his knife to girls throat and told her to be quiet or he would kill her right away. The girl was terrified and the only sound she made after that was a steady stream of quiet sobs and crying. The unknown rapist didnt seem to care about that of course. 
A crying female all over your cock is not a very unpleasant experience, I know. 
I was so excited that I was shaking all over as I watched how the man used his knife to rip the girls clothes. He didnt undress himself, he simply got his cock out of his pants and fell on the girl laying on the ground. Then he started to fuck her pussy with a great fury and very fast. It seemed to me that he was in a big hurry, which of course could have been the case. 
The old man grunted and snarled in his lust as he pounded his cock into the girl. 
Every single thrust was so intense and energic that he could as well have been a virile teenaged boy getting laid for the first time in his life. 
The girl was clearly in great pain and her sobs became louder all the time. 
Immediately the man hit her in her face with his fist and told her to shut up. And then, once again the only sounds heard were the girls quiet but hysterical sobbing and the mans panting and grunting. 

It didnt take long. After just a couple of minutes he let out a long roar and fell on the slender girl with all his weight. 
That was bad luck for me. I had just gotten my cock out of my pants and it was standing so hard that it hurt. I would have preferred a much longer show. 
The man didnt say a thing. He just put his cock back in his pants and started walking away in a hurry. The girl stayed still but conscious on the ground, crying. 
I heard her mumbling the words please mommy help me over and over again. 
Can you believe that ? 
In that situation I would recommend calling the police and in a clear and loud voice
But what can you do if you dont have the brain. 
And of course it is a well known fact that women just do have smaller brains than men.

I stayed still in my hiding place, and yes, I was a bit confused.
I wanted to have that young pussy but I had never raped anyone, if we wont get my wife into the account. And I suggest that we wont. 
Its nothing compared to the raping of a clearly underaged girl in a park. 
But I was very tempted to do so. 
The guy had shot his load in, so the lubricant was ready and the girl might have got even pregnant to her rapist. That was the most exciting thing in my mind so far. 
  Fucking cunt whore slut, good ride, huh ?, I said quietly and stroked my cock without having the courage for the attack. 
Then the girl got up. She wiped her eyes and tried to fix her ruined clothes hopelessly. 
She looked around with a frightened look in her eyes, her make up was all over her face and there was even some blood flowing out from the corner of her mouth. 
A perfect slut.

Slowly she started walking towards the bush I was hiding in and when she passed me I just couldnt stand it anymore. I jumped up and started to strangle her throat from behind. 
  Whats the hurry, little whore ? I am not your mommy, but I think I can help., I barked and without giving her a chance to answer I went on:
  I just watched as you had great fun with your man and I thought that maybe he doesnt mind if also I will have a nice piece of your cake, huh ? 
I grabbed her head back. Then I forced my tongue in her mouth, started making some lewd fucking gestures with it and licking her face.
The girl was in panic. She looked quite funny as she tried to beat me with her hands, which of course had no effect. But she made too much noise.
  Get away from me, leave me alone, let me go, she screamed hysterically.
That didnt do. The last thing I wanted was to get some audience. 
I had to hit the girls jaw a couple of times very hard with my fist. 
That did it, she didnt scream anymore. And I didnt care if I happened to hurt her. 
That was just what I like the best.
As a matter of fact it was so entertaining that I went on beating her just for fun for some time. 
I was beating her face, I was beating her stomach and tits and her pussy. I was beating her all over.   I was beating and laughing. 
My cock stood out of my pants, manly, like a soldier waiting for commands and I was enjoying myself. It just came to my mind then that if I have the strength, Ill also have the power. 
And a big and a strong man like me surely has enough power to subdue a piece of worthless pussy just like that.

When the slut was down on her knees, I kicked her ass and gave an order:
  And now, whore, you will crawl back to the place where you just got fucked, because you will get fucked again and this time by a real man.
Without a word she satrted to crawl. Her face was covered with blood and there were big bruises all around her tits. It looked so nice that I had to gently fondle myself at the same time as walked behind her and kicked her ass from time to time. 
Who the hell has given these women the right to think that they are better than men ?
If you take their so called beauty away from them, they dont have anything. 
And after that they are nothing. Or nothing else but a good fuckmeat for decent men like us to satisfy our needs. 
Thats the way it should be. I really hope that everyone would realize that. 

When we reached our bedroom I kicked the sluts pussy and she fell down on her stomach. Then I stepped on her back and while standing there, I said:
  Whats the matter, whore ? Move your ass. Turn around, lay on your back and spread your legs so you can get fucked. How do you think that Im going to fuck your twat if youre  just laying  there like a fucking dead fish ?
She tried to turn around, but of course she couldnt because I was standing on her. 
Because of my work at the office, my wifes shitfood and the gallons of beer I drink, I wont be able to take part in the mr. Slim-contest.  This is not by any means to say that I think that Im fat.
 But I do have enough money to buy food for myself and for my family so the standard of living that I can afford is just very well readable in my body. 

Just like the man before, I suddenly fell on top of her and my weight forced the air out of her. I turned her around and started fucking as brutally as I could. My cock slided into her pussy without any problems, thanks to this unknown man who had left his semen  inside inside the girl, just like he had been aware that I was waiting in the line. Very friendly of him. 
With every thrust the slut let out a moan, filled with pain. 
It was like a counterpart of my pleasure which I felt growing stronger and stronger with every thrust at the same time as I drooled and spat on her face.
  Do you realize that you really deserve every bit of your faith ?, I grunted in her ear.
  The young and undiciplined brats, like you must be straightened up, Goddamnit. Was it your mother that let you go to the park in the middle of the night, huh ? What ? Its all your own fault. Can you feel my big cock in your cunt, bitch ? Can you feel it, what ? Its going to tear your little cunt apart. Thats just what its gonna do. After me there wont be nothing left of that slit of yours. Well, the previous guy just knocked you up and giving birth will be much easier now without a cunt. Or shall we have an abortion right away ? Just say because itll be no problem for me. 
The tears streamed down from her eyes and she tried to turn her head away. 
All she could say was a constant repeating of the word no. A couple of times she even managed to produce as difficult sentences as please dont. 
I suppose she was in some state of shock or something. I didnt know, and to be honest, didnt care. I grabbed her hair and forced her to look into my eyes.  Then I got up so that my slimy cock stood over her frightened face. 
  Look at a mans cock for once now, whore. Here youve got all the equality youll ever need. , I said and beat her face with my tool. 
  Okay, slut,now Im gonna come on your face, with this I stroked my cock a couple of times and got myself over the edge.
   Oh yeah you fucking cunt, take it all, whore. Thats what you were made for.
 I shot my jism straight on her face and her eyes were covered with my cum. Before the last spurts I thrust my cock into her mouth and just when she started to gag I shot the rest of my load.  
Some of my sperm found its way into her windpipe and that made her also cough but I didnt care.  I just tried to force myself even further down her throat. Her coughing and gagging felt like heaven on my cock. Then I got an idea and pinched her nostrils shut with my fingers. After that she couldnt breathe at all. Her eyes were filled with semen, tears and panic and Im sure she thought she was going to die. 
I smiled and let her live with those thoughts for some ongoing moments.

But then, like so many times before, I got filled with disgust. I had orgasmed and the magic was gone. I realized that she had a possibility to bite me so I took my softening member quickly out of her mouth. 
I hated that whore and started to beat her again. I heard how some of her teeth crushed as my powerful fist crashed her face. 
  Fucking cunt, you are up to no good. Youre not even a proper fuck. Well, from now on you cant try to bite the cocks of good men. Ive got a wife and she needs my manhood every day, I yelled.
I got out of control that much that I forgot I had to be very careful. Fortunately no-one seemed to hear. Or then they just didnt care.
The girl tried to get up and wriggle away from the painful beating but every time she got on her feet, I was ready and kicked her down. I felt like a cat playing with its prey. 
I jumped on her and gave her a couple of hard blows. I tore off big tufts of her hair. She had pierced her nose and ears so I pulled the rings until they came off, and threw them away. 
It felt good and I almost got myself another erection. 
At this point the girl had, however, begun to cry so loud, that I decided to to leave her alone before someone would come and see me. 
I kicked her in the head a couple of times so that she lost consciousness. Then I went through her pockets and found her keys, some cigarettes and her purse. I stole everything she had and got away to the bar. I was satisfied.

The bar was full of people. Most of my friends were still sitting there and everything should have been o.k.  But somehow I just couldnt clear my mind of all the things that had just happened. I was even starting to feel a bit scared. What if I got caught ?  I didnt regret a thing but I was worried. Even if my life isnt actually filled with happiness, theres no sense to make it even worse. 
On the other hand, who could suspect me ?  

Well, now Im here telling all this to you and almost two weeks have passed since I did the girl. Newspapers and the local TV had reported the violent rape of a young girl but no-one seems to pay any attention to me. The drunken girl hadnt been able to give accurate marks of idetification of her molesters and anyway I dont think that she is in a very good mental state after everything thats happened to her. She may be ashamed of herself and if you ask me, she really should. 
I suppose that they have gotten her in some nuthouse to bullshit about her state of mind. Thats what they always do.
The police has said that they dont have anyone to bring under suspicion so far.
Good old law enforcement bureaucracy !  
Fortunately the police force still is mostly male, and of course men are usually on the side of their own kind. The police really has much more important things to do than babysitting.
And now I have started to feel quite relaxed and dont worry about this anymore.

But that night I didnt feel that way. I had no idea of how the things would proceed. 
I didnt go and sit with my friends as I usually do. I stayed alone, drank beer and thought. Everybody thought that I had once again had a fight with my wife and left me alone. 
But then I suddenly saw that very same, unknown man that had been having fun in the park before me. And in that situation it was quite clear that I had to change a couple of words with the buddy. Maybe he could give me some advice.

I waited until he went to the mensroom and then followed him. Luckily there were no other men having a leak at that moment. There were just the two of us. I stood beside him and started talking in a quiet voice.
  I saw what you did to that girl in the park., I said. 
 He immediately startled and looked at me, obviously being certain that now he had got caught, 
so I went on:
   Thats does nothing at all. You did a great job. I just thought you might want to know that I am fully on your side and as a matter of fact I also did the bitch right after you left. Thanks a lot for the lubrication, otherwise it could have been a bit painful.
The unknown man was dumbfounded, with amazement I think. I can understand that very well.
We were both quiet and finished our leaks. Then he talked to me.
  Well, thats fine then, but do you mean that, that youhow should I say, I knew what he was going to say so I interrupted him.
  You dont have to worry. I wont tell the police and I suppose that you wont either.
  No, no, of course not. Hell, of course you can trust me, he answered.
We washed and shook our hands. 
  Well yes, this is how it goes, but I left the bitch in quite bad condition so there will propably be some hullabaloo around her next week. Do you have any earlier convictions or anything ?, I asked.
  Ive done these things before, yes, but I thanks to God I have never been caught. You know the thing. It isnt always so easy when you want to get laid but the bitches just keep refusing., he said.
  I understand you perfectly. This was a first time to me so I dont think that anyone will give us trouble. And after all, the whore only deserved it.
Thats true, he said as we got out of the mensroom.

A deep understanding grew between us. I felt relieved now that I had had a chance to talk to someone. At least I wasnt in this alone. 
We sat at the same table and went through our experiences. The bitchs purse got some money in it, so we drank it away and both of us agreed that the money was spent for a very good purpose. 
We had some quite good laughs remembering the horrified expressions of our slut.
I cant even remember when was the last time I had gotten away from the bar in such a good mood.

The unknown man, who wasnt really unknown anymore, he had introduced himself and his name was Heinz Brunner, said hed like to go back and see if the girl was still there. 
I didnt like the idea very much, but Heinz said that he was afraid that I might have killed her, and if that was the case we should get rid of her body. I agreed to that.
We had to be very careful. There was always the danger that someone had called the police, but our fears were groundless. There was no-one at the place, except the girl. 
She was in the position I had left her, but breathing anyway, so I didnt have to worry about that. Propably she had just passed out.
Heinz thought about fucking her once more but then he saw the condition I had left the girl in and lost his interest. 
Anyway, we were quite drunk at the moment and the beers we had bought with the girls money were anxious to get out of our bodies. So we decided to have some more fun and relieved ourselves on the unconscious girl.
Heinz had particular fun by aiming his stream of urine straight to her eyes. We both laughed and made jokes about that how her eyes would turn to look like a couple of tomatoes in sockets beaten black and blue. 
Unfortunately she didnt have any money to buy make-up that would cover up the mess. 

There was nothing more to do. She was no fun anymore and we started walking away.
  Heinz, you are a good guy. What would you think if we went to my place ? My house is not far from here and I have a bottle of brandy waiting for us there ? 
  I could use a good drink. But what about your wife ?
  Yes, shes there allright, but I dont think that its a problem for two strong men like us to calm down a pathetic woman.
  Oh, do you really think so ?
We had a good laugh for that. 
Then we lighted cigarettes for both of us and started walking back to my place to meet my family.

  
