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 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. I'm 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 don't like my work much.  My enthusiasm has disappeared during the
years and to be real honest with you, I must say that I'm bored.  But my
work isn't the only thing that I'm bored at.

   I've been married for the last 25 years and my wife's name is Helena. 
She's 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
didn't allow her to take it, and I think that my policies were very
acceptable back then, don't you think.  After all it is a wife's duty to
stay home and a husband's 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
I'm afraid that she really thinks that I'm the one to blame.  She doesn't
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 don't feel very
much like laughing anymore.  My wife doesn't 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 week's 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 hasn't gone to schools and hasn't got the
proper qualifications to the job of a secretary, we don't have to pay her
very much.  She's 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.  Well...nevermind 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.  That's very understandable.  It's
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.

   "You've been drinking again !  I can't 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.  It's just like Hell!", she
yelled.  Yes, the same old thing once again.  I'll 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 didn't 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 won't 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 didn't 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.

   "Who's 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.  That's 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 wasn't the first time I'd beat her.  It's
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 shouldn't get too funny with me, bitch.  That's
not very wise, because if you do, I will kill you some day.  That's for
sure.  And I'll 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 I'm
a good man and I won't.  Fucking fat and ugly whore, that's 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 what's 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 wouldn't 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 didn't really want to have a
third child to our family, but that stubborn wife of mine didn't have the
abortion although I told her so.  I have never been even sure who's the
real father of that brat, but it doesn't matter much to me anymore.  I've
started to think that it's quite useful to have a young girl in the house.
I've made clear that if I my wife freaks out and calls the police, I'll 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 doesn't have
the guts to call the police.  She's too afraid to do anything except
submitting.  But after all she's just a woman so what else could be
expected ?  You tell me, gentlemen ?

   But I really don't like getting furious.  It's no good for either one of
us.  I'm so filled with adrenaline that I can't 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 hasn't 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 who'll be the one to say that
I'm on the wrong tracks ?  She's my wedded wife, and it's her matrimonial
duty to sleep with me.  I'm just taking what's 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.  Everyone's 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 girl's 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
didn't 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 didn't care a shit about the girl.  That would
have been only a complete waste of time.  It was all her own fault.  I'm
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 girl's
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 didn't 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 girl's clothes.  He didn't
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 girl's quiet but hysterical sobbing and the
man's panting and grunting.

   It didn't 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
didn't 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 don't 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 won't
get my wife into the account.  And I suggest that we won't.  It's 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 couldn't stand it anymore.  I jumped up and started to
strangle her throat from behind.

   "What's 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 doesn't 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 didn't do.  The last thing I wanted was to get some
audience.  I had to hit the girl's jaw a couple of times very hard with my
fist.  That did it, she didn't scream anymore.  And I didn't 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, I'll 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 don't have anything.  And after that they are nothing.
Or nothing else but a good fuckmeat for decent men like us to satisfy our
needs.  That's the way it should be.  I really hope that everyone would
realize that.

   When we reached our "bedroom" I kicked the slut's pussy and she fell
down on her stomach.  Then I stepped on her back and while standing there,
I said:

   "What's 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 I'm
going to fuck your twat if you're just laying there like a fucking dead
fish ?" She tried to turn around, but of course she couldn't because I was
standing on her.  Because of my work at the office, my wife's shitfood and
the gallons of beer I drink, I won't be able to take part in the mr. 
Slim-contest.  This is not by any means to say that I think that I'm 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 ?  It's all your own fault.  Can you feel my big
cock in your cunt, bitch ?  Can you feel it, what ?  It's going to tear
your little cunt apart.  That's just what it's gonna do.  After me there
won't 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 it'll 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 don't".  I suppose she was in some state of shock or something.
I didn't know, and to be honest, didn't 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 man's cock for once now, whore.  Here you've got all the
equality you'll ever need." , I said and beat her face with my tool.

   "Okay, slut,now I'm 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.  That's 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 didn't
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 couldn't breathe
at all.  Her eyes were filled with semen, tears and panic and I'm 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.  You're not even a proper fuck. 
Well, from now on you can't try to bite the cocks of good men.  I've 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 didn't 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 couldn't 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 didn't regret a thing but I was
worried.  Even if my life isn't actually filled with happiness, there's no
sense to make it even worse.  On the other hand, who could suspect me ?

   Well, now I'm 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 hadn't been able to give accurate marks of idetification
of her molesters and anyway I don't think that she is in a very good mental
state after everything that's 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.  That's
what they always do.  The police has said that they don't 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 don't worry about this anymore.

   But that night I didn't feel that way.  I had no idea of how the things
would proceed.  I didn't 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:

   "That's 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, that's fine then, but do you mean that, that you...how should I
say...", I knew what he was going to say so I interrupted him.

   "You don't have to worry.  I won't tell the police and I suppose that
you won't 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.

   "I've done these things before, yes, but I thanks to God I have never
been caught.  You know the thing.  It isn't 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 don't
think that anyone will give us trouble.  And after all, the whore only
deserved it." "That's 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 wasn't in this alone.  We sat
at the same table and went through our experiences.  The bitch's 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 can't even remember
when was the last time I had gotten away from the bar in such a good mood.

   The unknown man, who wasn't really unknown anymore, he had introduced
himself and his name was Heinz Brunner, said he'd like to go back and see
if the girl was still there.  I didn't 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
didn't 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 girl's 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 didn't 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, she's there allright, but I don't think that it's 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.