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Subject: {ASSM} POST FROM THE BATTLEFIELD
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Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2006 06:10:02 -0500
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POST FROM THE BATTLEFIELD
Written by Hans Schultz.

Story codes: war, rp, viol, snuff, ws, ped
Feedback welcomed at hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com

For adult entertainment only !

Dear son.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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