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GIRLS' COMMUNAL ORPHANAGE 27: A DOCUMENTARY

Written by Hans Schultz
Story codes: M/g, rape, pedo, kidnap, violence, prostitution, snuff
Comments welcomed at: hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com

For adult entertainment only!

LITTLE GIRL NATASHA

Little girl Natasha is just six years old when her whole life changes
in just one night. For all of these six years she has been living
together with her mommy in a small flat in the outskirts of Bucharest.
They do not have much money, which is quite common in Romania, but
still they manage to get along somehow with the paycheck Natasha's
mommy gets every month from her job. She works as a cleaning woman at
Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel, and her monthly pay is probably much
less than most of the male hotel guests usually spend in champagne and
whores in one single night.

Natasha has never met her father, which is quite common in Romania as
well. She doesn't have any of those expensive toys that all the richer
children have, but instead of that she has something much more
important and valuable. She means everything to her mommy and they love
each other very much. Her mommy never beats her or yells at her. She is
a strict parent, yes, but still loving, and despite of her young age,
Natasha realizes how lucky she is to live in such happiness.

But the streets of Bucharest do not live from happiness. They are cruel
and violent places where people live by the rules of the strongest.
This is just another ordinary evening and Natasha is waiting for her
mommy to come home from work when she hears desperate cries for help
coming from outside. And when she runs to the window to look, she sees
her mommy, the only person she loves, lying on the ground and being
kicked by two big, mean looking men. Mommy doesn't have her trousers
on, and her blouse is ripped open in the front. She is all bloody and
doesn't move. Just lays there.
The little girl panics. She wants to run out and save her mommy, but
she is too scared. She is also afraid that the bad men would hurt her
too. So she just grabs her worn out teddy bear and hides herself under
her bed. Tears are falling down her cheeks as she wishes that the bad
men would go away and her mommy would come back to her. But that is
never to happen. The sounds of violence stop, but Natasha is still
shocked, curled up on the floor, too scared to even open her eyes and
refusing to understand what she had seen. Nobody comes to rescue her.
Not that day or the day after.
On the third day, two policemen break in the door and finally drag her
and her teddy bear out of their safety.

That third day is the start of Natasha's new life. And it starts with
a complete blur. She asks the policemen to take her back to her mommy
but instead of doing that they just tell her that her mommy has been
beaten and raped to death. That she has no mother anymore. Natasha
can't understand what they mean. It can't be true. She is sure that
very soon her mommy will come back and take her home. She will make
everything right again.

The policemen are liars, though. Four hours after they have kidnapped
Natasha from her home, their colleagues will release her mother from a
lock-up where they have kept her for two days. When she'll arrives
home, she'll call for her daughter but won't get an answer. She'll
goes out to look for her from the playground and in the neighbourhood,
but with no result. Despair will crawl its way into her mind. She'll
go back home and still won't find her precious daughter. Her face is
still bruised after the attack and every part of her body hurts.
She'll spend the rest of the day and the following night sitting at
the kitchen table, holding her head with her hands and crying.

The policemen lock Natasha up in the back of their truck and start
driving. Not even once do they pay any attention to the crying little
girl. She hears them talking about how another piece of fuck meat had
gotten what she deserved, how they would have liked to have their share
of the whore too, how their cocks got hard when they saw her, how it
was all her own fault. And she hears them laughing that cruel and ugly
laughter that she has never heard before. Natasha doesn't understand
all the words they are using, but somehow she still realized that they
are talking about her mommy, and that makes her cry even harder. The
drive seems to last forever.

Finally the truck stops in front of a decayed, grey concrete building
with a sign "girls' communal orphanage 27" on the wall. The
policemen drag her out of the vehicle and walk her in through the front
door of the building. Inside they meet an old, balding man in a grey,
worn out suit.

"Good morning Dimitrie, good morning Valeriu. What do you officers
have for me today?", the old man asks
"Hello Ivan", says one of the policemen, "We've got another one
for you. The mother was beaten and raped to death a couple of days ago
in the suburbs. No relatives. No money. A typical case. So instead of
leaving her out on the streets, we thought you might be interested",
they lie.
Ivan steps closer to Natasha. He grabs her chin and turns her head
around. There is not even a slightest expression of kindness on his
face as he inspects the girl with his eyes. The look in Ivan's eyes
frightens Natasha. This is obviously a very bad man, but she can't
turn her eyes away from his stern look. She still has her worn out
teddy bear with her and she presses it against her chest harder, as if
it was something that could save her from all the scary things around
her.
"She's skinny", Ivan says matter of factly, "but I suppose I can
take her in anyway, I've got one free bed at the moment. I suppose the
usual price is ok, five free ones for you both."
The policemen anxiously salute Ivan, turn on their heels and rush out
of the room as if they were suddenly in a big hurry. And as suddenly
Natasha realizes she is alone with this strange man, who is still
staring at her with his cold, grey eyes.


KLAUS DORFMAN

Meet Klaus Dorfman, a 58 years old German attorney. He is a wealthy and
respected gentleman with all the money he can possibly spend, a big
mansion in a good area, and several expensive cars. Even though he is
not a real looker himself with his grey, balding hair and extra weight,
he still has a beautiful trophy wife who is over 20 years younger than
him. Some could say that here is a man who has everything a man can
dream of. A happy man. But that is not the case at all. Klaus Dorfman
is not happy. Something very important is still missing from his life
and Klaus is painfully aware of that. He wants to, no, he needs to
satisfy his sick lust. Every day he urges for perverse sex,  and after
all these pain filled years he has now found himself in a situation
that he just has to get to rape a little girl. He has no other option
anymore. Klaus Dorfman is frustrated, because the dark depths of his
depraved mind tell him to always go for sicker and more sadistic
pleasure, and that's why he can't satisfy his aching cock properly
anymore.

He has tried almost everything so far. He has pissed on women, shitted
on women, raped women and beaten women, but none of these perversions
seem to be enough for Klaus Dorfman anymore. He needs more, and
something he hasn't tried out yet. More perversions, more cruelty,
more violence and more destroyed lives marked on the shaft of his cock.
Better orgasms and stronger feeling of power. But Klaus Dorfman still
has one area left that he hasn't explored so far. He needs to get to
rape children. Pure, innocent and vulnerable little cunts. He is
convinced that raping a cunt like that would definitely satisfy the
lustful monster in his mind, at least for some time. At least for a
short while.

Klaus Dorfman has successfully defended several rapists and pedophiles
in court. He knows that these men have really been guilty for
committing these serious crimes, but he doesn't care. Every time he
gets a rapist or a pedophile to walk free, he can feel a warm feeling
of satisfaction and triumph going through his whole body. And after all
the money is just too good for him to start caring for the rights of
the sex crime victims. But the most important thing for him right now,
is that he's been able to make some very good contacts among the
pedophiles throughout Germany. So Klaus Dorfman needs to make just a
couple of private enquiries and the pedophiles provide their benefactor
with several addresses to whorehouses that sell child meat. The kind of
solidarity our man Klaus here likes the best. Now he just has to take a
taxi to Berlin international airport and get in a plane to Bucharest.

And so we meet Klaus Dorfman in the heart of Bucharest, at the
reception of Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel, which is the most
expensive and luxurious hotel he can possibly find. Nobody pays any
attention to him as he merges himself with the whole army of other suit
and tie - businessmen who stand around the lobby carrying their
briefcases. He uses a false name to check himself in and goes to the
restaurant to eat the heaviest steak he can find on the menu. After his
dinner he goes to the men's room where he has a piss on the floor and
all over the toilet paper rack. Then he straightens his tie, snorts,
spits on the mirror and with a pounding heart walks to a public
telephone and dials the number a very special friend has given him. In
the phone, Klaus is given the address where to go to and so he takes a
look in a Bucharest map, gets into a taxi and tells the driver to take
him to a couple of blocks away from his final destination.

The drive lasts for at least 30 minutes and when the car finally stops,
the Bucharest around is very different from the luxury of Marriott
Bucharest Grand Hotel. The area is obviously very poor. Many of the
houses seem to be deserted and in the distance, about two or three
kilometers away, one can see a comfortless skyline of a grey
Soviet-style suburb. But Klaus Dorfman isn't here to look at the
architecture. He couldn't care less about the conditions Romanian
people live in. His heart is pounding, he's breathing heavily from the
excitement and under his slacks his cock feels heavy and hard like a
barrel of a shotgun. All he can think of is rape. Crying children being
forced to suck his fat monster meat. Pre-cum moistens his underwear and
his mouth gets filled with drool. Some of it even escapes accidentally
out from the side of his mouth.

After walking a couple of blocks, Klaus Dorfman finds himself in front
of a decayed, grey concrete building with a sign "girls' communal
orphanage 27" on the wall.
He walks to the door and presses the doorbell button. Soon the door
opens and Klaus Dorfman is standing face to face with an old, balding
man in a grey, worn out suit.

"Good evening, sir. I have understood that you and I could make some
business together. I suppose it was you I called about an hour ago",
Klaus starts.
"That is quite possible. It depends on what you've got to offer me.
Please step inside, sir", the man replies and goes on, "My name is
Ivan and I am the manager of the girls' communal orphanage 27"
Once inside Ivan tells Klaus that some necessary precautions are
required in order to go further. He tells him to raise his arms so he
can make a personal search for him and be sure he isn't carrying any
weapons whatsoever with him. Klaus says he has nothing against it and
decides to move on with a bold attitude: "I am interested in little
girls. One of my friends recommended your place and I mean business.
You've got the merchandise and I've got the cash", to stress his
words, Klaus digs out his wallet from his pocket and hands a 100=80
bill to Ivan.
The old man eagerly takes the money and smiles to Klaus: "I
understand, sir. I am sure we will find a satisfactory solution for
your needs. Please follow me, sir."

As they walk along a dreary corridor, Klaus Dorfman begins to have a
very good feeling about Ivan and about the whole place. This can't be
a set up for sure. He can hear distant sounds of crying and furious
yelling coming from behind some of these numerous locked doors. The
place looks more like a prison than an orphanage and this old man is
way too unkept to be an undercover police officer. His suit is at least
two sizes too small and "for God's sake, I'm sure I saw dried sperm
stains on his trousers?" , he thinks.
Ivan leads Klaus to a room that looks like an office and turns around
to face him. "As you must by now have understood, we are not a
charity organization. But we do have lots of good little whores of all
ages for sale. You can either rent one to be used here or purchase one
to be taken away with you. What is your age preference, sir?"
Klaus is a bit stunned about Ivan's formal straightforwardness and
starts to stammer: "Uh... well... I... I'd like to have a young
one... for rent... around six years of age... can that be arranged?"
"That will be no problem, sir", Ivan replies, "I personally
prefer cunts of that age too. For 400=80 you can have one from that age
group for two hours and if you want to use her longer I will charge
50=80 for every extra hour. The price includes normal fucking in a
girl's cunt, ass and mouth. I require the payment in advance,
please."

Klaus knew to expect this, but money is not a problem for him. Once
again he digs out his wallet, places 2000=80 on the counter and says:
"What can you offer me for these?"
He can't wait any longer. He has been waiting for so long for this and
the things this old man is telling him is making his cock so hard that
it hurts. Right now he would be ready to pay just about anything just
to get to bury his rod inside some crying little slut.
The old man looks up to Klaus and his eyes are filled with pure greed.
Klaus can hear the tone of his voice change from official to a mixture
of fawning respect as he moves the Euros in his sweaty hands and
groans: "Sir, with this money you can do whatever you wish. We have
no limits for customers like you. Fuck, piss, beat or even kill. Just
carry out your every desire. I will get a virgin for you, if that is
what you prefer, sir."
There is a short silence when Klaus Dorfman chuckles to himself and
thinks of the forthcoming pleasures before he says: "Good, that is
exactly what I prefer. I suppose we can call it a deal then?"

Ivan pushes the 2000=80 to his pocket and stands up saying: "Please
follow me and I will take you to inspect the girls."

They go back to the corridor where Ivan opens a heavy metal door with
his key. They step into a hall where Klaus can see the most beautiful
sight he has ever seen. The sounds Klaus has heard earlier are all gone
now. The air smells like a mixture of dirt, sweat and the smoke of
Ivan's mini cigar.


IVAN PETROV

Ivan Petrov, an aging man, almost 70 years old, is very pleased with
his situation. He has a good position in a communal orphanage in
Bucharest and he personally knows many important men in the politics
and law enforcement. When he came to Romania 20 years ago, his only
plan was to get as much money as possible as soon as possible and he
was ready to use any means necessary to achieve his goal. Now he is, if
not exactly rich, at least doing very well. In addition to this, he is
a feared and respected man, knowing which pleases him even more. Ivan
has never hesitated when it comes to playing it dirty. He is an
unscrupulous man and uses corruption and blackmail to get what he
wants. His kingdom, girl's communal orphanage 27, offers "special
services" for men who have enough money or power to feed Ivan's
endless lust for wealth.

20 years ago in Russia, Ivan Petrov was just a poor bastard with a
nagging wife and a teenage daughter, when one day, all of a sudden he
just decided that he has had enough. He needed to break the routine, so
he contacted the local Mafia and sold his wife and his daughter to
sexual slavery. That was the most important decision in his life. It
earned him well enough cash that he could start a new and a better life
somewhere far away from the dull and shitty circles he had been used
to. His contacts in Mafia advised him to go to Bucharest, because they
had the city in their tight grip and could help him to get a fresh
start there.

Ivan Petrov has always hated women. He beat his wife regularly and
molested his daughter ever since she was five years old. He has
committed several rapes including also child victims, so when he was
offered a chance to run one of the communal orphanages for homeless and
poor children in Bucharest, that made him the happiest man on earth. Of
course he knew that the Russian Mafia had arranged the whole thing, and
he would have to play along by their rules, but he didn't mind that.
His other eye looked for money and the other for rape and violence.
There were no other concerns.

One day the former manager of the girls' communal orphanage 27, a
religious woman in her 30's was found raped and shot to death at her
home. Quite soon the police was offered enough bribes to bury the case
and one of the local, corrupt politicians, who by his own request will
stay anonymous here, gave the job to an unknown, Russian man; Ivan
Petrov. The politician did know about his tendencies, but he didn't
care. He had waited a long time for a chance like this and now he had
it and he wasn't going to miss it. Now he finally had a chance to
really get to wallow in his perversion and make his lust for sex with
children to come true. He met Ivan in his office and told him he
expects to see a change of routines in the orphanage. He said that the
care of homeless children takes too much funds from the society and it
could be used for more important purposes. With these "more important
purposes" he naturally meant his own pay, which he raised the next
week he had hired Ivan. He also promised to pay Ivan very well if he
met his standards.

So in result, almost all the funds for communal orphanages were cut
down. That meant the children got only one cold meal per day and most
of the staff was fired. But Ivan Petrov didn't protest. He couldn't
have cared less. The fairly good pay he was promised was all he could
think about. And finally, when the politician took him out to the
finest restaurants and prostitutes of Bucharest, these two men became
very good friends and partners in corruption and perversion. The next
day Ivan Petrov was already at work, full of excitement and passion.


HATE, POWER AND OBSCENITY

Let's meet attorney Klaus Dorfman again, standing in the main hall of
the girls' communal orphanage 27. There in front of his lustful eyes
is the whole result of cruelty and greed of the mankind. The big room
is full of little girls of almost all ages varying from three to
sixteen. They all are dressed up in rags that look like they could only
be used for mopping the floors. Most of the girls are obviously
starving, many of them are crying silently or then just curled up in
their own little world, trying to forget everything that surrounds
them. An old black and white television is in the corner viewing hard
core pornography and a few girls sit around it looking at the fucking
and sucking with their empty eyes.

When the girls see Ivan, two of them immediately run to him and start
begging for something, probably food, on their knees. Ivan looks at the
desperate girls at his feet and pure rage is filling his mind. "Get
away from me, you fucking whores", he yells and kicks them away in
disgust. Then, still furious, he looks at Klaus and shouts: "Look at
these whores, sir!  Is there anything more worthless in the whole
fucking world?"  He stops for a moment to get calm again, then spits
on the crying girls on the floor. Klaus Dorfman finds this very
amusing. Compared to Ivan he feels he could be the merciful Samarithan.
That state of things must change. He laughs and follows Ivan's example
spitting on the children. "Indeed. There is not", he comments and
Ivan goes on: "All they need is good, raw cock and discipline. Please
do me a favor, sir, and pick up one. Make me a happy man."

Klaus takes another look around the hall while the two girls are still
crying on the floor. Seeing little girls curled up in fetal positions,
sucking their thumbs and rocking their bodies back and forth gives him
great pleasure. He starts to rub his slimy cock through his expensive
slacks. As an avowed racist he notices straight away that many of the
girls are obviously gypsies. Those girls who are not completely
catatonic are looking at Klaus with fear in their eyes. He walks slowly
across the hall and every time he approaches a group of girls, they
turn their eyes down and try to pay as little attention as possible.
They already know by now that their lives are worth nothing and every
new man that Ivan brings to them is a means a serious danger. Klaus
Dorfman baths in joy and lust. He feels like a wolf that's been let
loose in a henhouse, so he takes his time and squeezes the girls'
cunts and undeveloped tits. Ivan stands in the background smoking and
chuckling to himself.

This is way better than Klaus could have ever imagined. He notices a
skinny girl who looks to be about six years old and points her out to
Ivan. "That whore there, has she been fucked before?"   "A good
choice, sir", Ivan replies and hurries to his side. "She's new
here. Came in just today so she probably hasn't been broken yet. Her
name is Natasha."  Klaus Dorfman now flashes his evil smile at
Natasha who still has her old teddy bear in her squeeze. She startles
when she hears her name being mentioned. Klaus takes a stern look in
her eyes and says: "I am not interested in what her fucking name is.
She's just a whore to me and she looks good enough. I want to rape the
shit out of her cunt"

Right away Ivan strides to Natasha and drags her up from her hair.
Natasha screams out in pain and her teddy bear falls on the floor. The
other girls run in panic to the other side of the hall. Klaus picks up
the teddy bear and looks at it for a while. "So is this piece of shit
your only toy, you little cunt?", he says and Ivan quickly translates
it to Natasha. Lustful frenzy fills attorney Klaus Dorfman's mind. He
lets out a sick giggle and starts to tear the teddy bear apart. He rips
its head off and throws it against the wall. Then with a couple of
powerful yanks he separates the toy's hands and feet from its body and
throws them at the face of Natasha, who is now screaming in horror. All
the time Ivan holds Natasha's head and forces her to watch the
destruction of the only thing in this world that she has left to love
anymore. He is now excited too and can't resist a similar sick giggle
constantly escaping from his lips as he witnesses this cruel, sadistic
act. He shoves the girl roughly towards Klaus, who lifts her up so he
can look into her eyes and drink from her fear. Then he suddenly shoves
his tongue deep inside Natasha's mouth and starts moving it obscenely
all around. He pushes it deeper and deeper until her little mouth is
completely filled with this slimy piece of meat. He can hear and feel
how the child screams her horror out straight into his mouth. The
girl's face turns red from the crying, tears fall down her cheeks and
snot bursts out of her nostrils, but Klaus doesn't stop. He still has
his tongue buried deep down her throat and he starts to grunt like a
pig. Grunt always louder and louder until he is shouting from the
bottom of his lungs. At the same time he squeezes her body with all his
power. Natasha's tries to free herself by kicking, but it is no use.
The child is too weak against the power of this adult man.

Ivan looks at them and lets out a dry snarl: "Please follow me. I
will give you some privacy that two lovers like you need."  He walks
to another door, opens it and escorts Klaus and Natasha to one of the
girls' bedrooms. A bare light bulb is hanging from the ceiling and
lighting up a room with no furniture. There is a window behind the
bars, but it's so dirty that it's impossible to see what's on the
other side. There is an empty bucket in the corner, a roll of paper
towels and in the middle of the floor there are a few dirty mattresses
with stains all over them. The sweet scent of sperm and sweat is
hovering in the air. "Be my guest, sir. Now you are free to do
absolutely whatever you want", he says, steps out of the room and
closes the door behind him.
Klaus Dorfman is in ecstasy. Finally he has a helpless child in his
possession, and absolutely no-one will come between him and his
perverted desires. Natasha is standing in the middle of the room,
quiet, scared and looking down. Klaus is blocking the whole doorway
with his massive body. He is licking his lips and trying to make the
most out of the moment.


THE SHOW

As soon as Ivan closes the door he hurries into the next room, which
isn't a bedroom. It is a special room reserved for occasions like
this. In the dim lighting you can see a big TV screen and video
equipment on the opposite wall to the door. In the middle of the room
there is a large sofa on which police officers Dimitrie and Valeriu are
sitting still dressed up in their uniforms, but stroking their hard
cocks poking out of their trousers and talking to each other in the
Romanian language. In another corner a middle aged woman is tied up and
gagged, sitting on the floor. She's desperately trying free herself,
but with no result. Ivan unbuttons his trousers too, digs out his cock
and sits on the sofa beside the policemen. Then they all start staring
at the screen which shows Klaus Dorfman standing in front of the door
licking his lips and looking at little girl Natasha breaking slowly in
tears in the middle of an unfurnished room.

"Take off those fucking rags", Klaus says, but gets no response. It
is quite clear that he's not going to take any shit like this. With
just two steps he's at the side of Natasha and brutally throws her
against the wall. Then he roars from the bottom of his lungs: "You
will obey me, cunt. You will do what I tell you, you little piece of
shit."
Of course the girl can't understand a word he is saying to him, but
Klaus doesn't care. He is just too excited to remember that it's not
very likely that a six years old Romanian girl would speak German. He
has lost all control.
Klaus grabs the clothing Natasha is wearing and just rips it off. The
girl is completely naked under it. She has no tits and she has no pubic
hair, which of course isn't a real surprise. Her dirty black hair is
tangled and reaching her shoulders. She's already bruised all over her
body and on her waist you can see a red streak in a place where Klaus
just a minute ago had squeezed her up. Also Natasha has lost it and is
crying uncontrollably again. Klaus Dorfman raises his right hand and
smacks the child on her cheek: "Fucking whore!"  He smacks her a
second time: "Whore!"  And a third: "I will kill you, whore!"
His voice is shaking from all the excitement and he has to stop beating
the girl so that she would stay conscious. He uses his foot to trip the
girl up and starts to undress himself. His hands are shaking as he
tries to remove his tie. He'd like to just tear his own shirt away
with buttons and all but from somewhere he finds enough self-discipline
to open them. He tries to kick his slacks off as soon as possible, but
he loses his balance and stumbles down, all the time panting like a
bull in heat. Natasha crawls on the floor, screaming, mouthing words in
Romanian, which Klaus doesn't understand, nor is interested in
understanding. Probably she's crying for her dead mother or her dead
teddy bear to come and help her. Who knows?  Who cares?

The three men in the next room at least don't seem to care. Helping
this poor girl is the last thing in their minds as they stroke their
cocks and their eyes are fixed in the TV screen where this German
attorney is going totally insane on the poor little child.

Klaus Dorfman, now on the floor has won the fight against his clothing
and now he's completely naked. He grabs the little girl by her hair
and pulls her on one of the dirty mattresses. She tries to fight the
man, she beats him, kicks him, she tries to crawl away, but Klaus sits
on her face with all the weight of his hairy and fat body, and that
suffocates all the resistance.

Natasha can't breathe. Klaus rubs his asshole all over her face. He
can feel how her nose breaks under his weight and blood starts to flow.
Natasha's scream of pain is muffled by his ass. "Yes!  How do you
like that, cunt? Did I hurt your fucking nose?", he shouts in ecstasy
and farts all over her face. Then he stands up to admire his work.
Natasha sobs and covers her bloody face with her hands. Klaus Dorfman
stands over her and masturbates his cock slowly. Strings of his slimy
pre cum fall down on the child's body.

The three men in the next room can just admire the grotesque sight.
 From time to time they look at the woman tied on the floor and laugh at
her obvious desperation. Dimitrie stands up and waves his erect cock in
front of her face. When the woman closes her eyes, he kicks her hard in
her stomach.

In the TV, Klaus Dorfman kicks the little girl hard in her ribs.
"Feel my power!", he roars in triumph. He moves over between her
legs and kicks her again in her cunt. Then he just falls over the child
and starts to rub himself against her. His body is so big that it's
almost impossible to see the fragile girl from under it. Klaus forces
Natasha's eyelids open with his fingers. He pushes out his tongue and
starts licking her eyeball. Natasha tries to turn her head away, but
she can't. She tries to close her eye, but she can't. She can smell
and feel his panting on her face. That almost makes her vomit. The
sight of this man's slimy tongue licking her face and eye is revolting
until everything goes black. Klaus' harsh tongue has damaged the eye
nerve and now she's half blind. Klaus doesn't notice this of course.
He just goes on like a madman, which he at the moment pretty much is
too.

Natasha can't think of much anymore. She is just scared and in pain.
She is sure she's in the place her mother used to tell her about. She
called it hell and she said that all bad people go there. Natasha is
sure now that she has been a bad girl and now she has to suffer in
hell. It hurts so much. She can't understand why she has been brought
here. Why can't she be at home with her mother?  Why is everyone so
bad to her and why is this man lying on top of her?  Why did he kill
her teddy bear?  She is sure that this must be hell. Why?  She hasn't
done anything bad.

Klaus Dorfman doesn't care about Natasha's thoughts. He sits on her
chest, puts is hand into a fist and punches her mouth as hard as he
can. It feels so good. He does it again and again and smashes her
teeth. He knows he can afford this. He has paid for this. This is a
gift for his cock. The only thing that he loves in this world. Now
it's time to give it its reward. He leans forward and pushes his cock
deep inside Natasha's now toothless mouth. Klaus has quite a big cock,
so he doesn't stop at her mouth. He pushes forward until his sweaty
pubic hair is in contact with the girl's broken nose. However he is
too close to his orgasm now, so he doesn't start pumping. Natasha
starts to gag as this enormous thing fills up her throat and finally
the bitter vomit fills her mouth and nose. Klaus has to pull out so
that he wouldn't shoot his load too soon. He looks at the coughing
girl for some time and feels very satisfied in himself. He decides
it's time to move on to the main course.

"Now bitch, you are going to feel how it feels to be fucked by a real
man.", Klaus tells the girl with deep coldness in his voice. He
places himself between her legs and admires how big his manhood seems
compared to this small and hairless crack. "Oh yes, you are going to
get it now, cunt.", he mutters, but Natasha doesn't hear anymore.
She has lost consciousness and doesn't feel the pain anymore. But that
is not to last for long. Klaus' cock is already slimy and slippery
from pre cum and spit, so he starts to penetrate the little hole very
slowly. The three men in the next room drop their jaws at this
impossible sight. Can anything be more perverted than this?  Can
anything make a man's cock harder than this?  Klaus goes on very
carefully until he can feel a hymen blocking his way to the final
destination. But then, very suddenly and with full power he rapes her
virginity to shreds. The attack is so violent, that it hurts him a lot
too, but Klaus is already far beyond the point of feeling that, so he
starts to pump his cock in and out in the tight hole. In a snap of a
cherry, Natasha is also full awake and a piercing scream fills the air.
It goes through the door and echoes in the big hall, where the other
girls can hear it and fall deeper into their catatonic despair.

Attorney Klaus Dorfman is just about to reach the best orgasm of his
whole life. He doesn't know it himself yet, but this is it. The
screams of the child are music to his ears. He feels so strong. So
powerful. He increases his speed, he grunts like an animal, he can feel
it coming soon, he drools all over the girl's face, he mauls her
stomach and her chest as if he was mauling the tits of a grown up
woman. The three men in the next room can't hold back anymore. Fresh
sperm lands on the dried stains on Ivan's trousers and on the uniforms
of the policemen. Klaus Dorfman's eyes turn around in their sockets,
every muscle in his body tenses to the maximum, the child is still
screaming but it's now mixed with a long, horny roar as Klaus can't
hold it back anymore. He feels like his brains could be flowing out of
his cock head as spasm after spasm he releases his adult seed to the
insides of little girl Natasha.

Klaus Dorfman lies all over the child in the unfurnished room at
girls' communal orphanage 27. Nothing is happening for several
minutes. The child is not moving anymore. Klaus reaches out to pick up
the paper towel roll, then stands up and cleans himself up. After that
he picks up his clothes and starts to dress. He is in no hurry. He does
everything very thoroughly. He buttons his shirt and makes a new
Windsor knot in his tie. He combs his hair, or what's left of it, and
finally puts on his jacket. He doesn't know if he has killed the child
or not. He doesn't bother to look. He is not interested. He has got
what he needed, so he opens the door and steps out of the room. It's
so quiet you could hear a pin fall down on the floor.


THE BACKUP AND THE REVENGE

As soon as the door closes behind Klaus Dorfman, another one opens in
front of him and Ivan steps out. "Congratulations, sir. I knew you
wouldn't disappoint me. What you did looked better than anything I've
seen so far. Please come visit here and I'll show you something", he
says. At the same second Klaus sees the two police officers standing in
the room, and also the video equipment. In a flash he understands what
has been going on and starts to panic. Has this been a setup?  Ivan
goes on: "Let me introduce you my most loyal companions: Police
officers Dimitrie and Valeriu. Please do shake hands."  Klaus feels
very startled. He knows he can't escape because all the doors are
locked, so he steps inside the room and shakes the hands of the
policemen. Ivan goes on still: "These two gentlemen here were kind
enough to capture the whore you just had the pleasure of raping, so I
thought it would be at least appropriate to give them a chance to see
how she's used. And it seems to me they are very pleased with what
they saw." The policemen are smiling at Klaus and he starts to relax
a bit, but then he sees the expression on Ivan's face turn sterner.
"But now to some more serious matters", he continues. "As you
must understand we are not ready to take any risks here, so the recent
ordeal has been videotaped from the second you stepped inside the
building and until you walked inside this room. I will give one copy to
you, which will be your part of the evidence. But I will also keep one
copy in my possession. That way we will maintain the balance of power.
That is fair play to my opinion. You have two options now, sir. You can
either accept our terms and I can assure you, that you will be safe. Or
you can refuse and these officers here will arrest you and then deal
with you within the law. With all respect, I truly hope that you will
pick up the first choice."

Klaus feels very irritated about the fact that someone has seen what he
just did. But as an attorney he knows right away what his choices
really are. And he doesn't exactly feel like being locked away for
years. There are no choices. So he accepts the offer.
"Good. I am glad that we seem to understand each other. Now please
let me introduce you to our special guest: Angela Galanis", Ivan says
and points to the corner where the tied up and gagged woman sits. She
throws murderous looks to Klaus and is still trying to open her bonds.
Ivan goes on: "Miss Galanis here is an activist in a Romanian
feminist organization. She has worked very hard to promote women's
liberation and to stop the child prostitution and all those dirty
little things we so much like to do. She had just found out about our
little business here in the girls' communal orphanage 27, but luckily
she reported it to my loyal friends in the Romanian police. Now she can
see for herself what's going on. Miss Galanis just saw everything you
did to that poor girl and I think she'd like to have a couple of words
with you. With your permission, I will now remove her gag."

As soon as the woman's gag is removed, she starts to speak out in
fury: "You monsters!", she screams in rage. "You will never get
out of this!  How can you do such horrible things to these innocent
children here?  You can kill me now, but someone will get you nailed
for sure!  You sick monsters..."
All the men burst in laughter as they listen to her raging. Even though
she sees it, she doesn't stop. She just goes on threatening and
throwing insults at them. Then Ivan says: "Sir, what do you think we
should do to her?  I can see she doesn't appreciate very much what you
did just a minute ago. I can see that she doesn't even appreciate us
men in general very much. What do you think should be done?"

Klaus Dorfman looks at Ivan. He looks just too serious. Then he looks
at the video recorder. The power is turned off. He looks for a camera,
but can't see any. Then he looks at the police officers. Valeriu takes
out his pistol and a glove and offers them to Klaus. "Please sir,
accept it. It will be a great honour to us all", he says. The woman
is still raging. Klaus can hear how she says he should be killed or put
in prison. She says he is a sick loser and will get caught. Valeriu
nods his head and looks him straight in the eyes. Klaus takes the glove
and puts it in his hand. Then he takes the pistol from Valeriu. He
stands in front of the woman now and takes an aim. Suddenly there is
silence again and after a few seconds the woman starts to cry.
"Please don't kill me", she whines, "I don't want to die."

A glimpse of a smile can be seen on Klaus Dorfman's face as he pulls
the trigger and the woman falls dead on the floor. "Can someone give
me a ride to Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel, please", he says. And so
he gets back to his hotel in a police truck.


THE STRENGTH

Back at the hotel Klaus Dorfman has a strange feeling. He doesn't know
whether he should get drunk in the restaurant or get straight away to
the airport and back to Germany. So he decides to go to his room and
have a good night sleep. When he wakes up in the morning he feels like
a new man. Everything seems very right now. He thought he has been just
obsessed, but now it is very clear that everything has a bigger purpose
too. The men in the orphanage proved him that by letting him kill the
feminist whore. He feels very excited again. The previous day he has
seen some cleaning women around the hotel, so before he leaves, he
decides to give them a present and totally mess up his room. He empties
his bladder on the sheets so that the whole bed is wet with his piss.
He shits on the floor and spreads his excrement all over the
wall-to-wall carpet. He goes to the toilet and forces rolls of toilet
paper down the drain so that it flows over as he flushes the toilet
again and again. He pulls down the curtains, breaks bottles and glasses
on the floor and in the end he takes out his cock, masturbates and
shoots his sperm in the middle of a big mirror. He feels strong again.

Two hours after Klaus Dorfman has left to the airport, an overstressed
and overrushed cleaning woman opens the door, starts to cry and is
about to have a nervous breakdown when she sees the destruction. Her
face is bruised and she limps her other leg. Just three days ago she
has been beaten up and raped and just yesterday she has lost her
daughter. But if she wants to keep her job, she can't miss another day
from work. She has to keep the schedule. She must have strength. So she
starts to clean up the room and scrubs the dried shit off the carpet.
All in all it takes her over an hour to get the room fixed. That is far
too long and her boss calls her to his room. He tells her briefly that
Marriott Bucharest Grand Hotel doesn't need her services anymore. Then
he hands out her final account and asks her to leave the building. At
the same time attorney Klaus Dorfman is sitting in a plane, fallen deep
into his thoughts, enjoying a glass of delicious R=E9my Martin Cognac.


EPILOGUE

Klaus Dorfman did not manage to kill little girl Natasha. But he
managed to cause her plenty of serious and permanent physical damage,
not to mention the mental trauma. She spent the rest of her life in a
totally catatonic state, which wasn't very long though, because due to
the lack of medication and nourishment it took only one year after
Klaus' visit to kill her. During that one year she was still raped by
15 men, who had a particular interest in traumatized girls.

Ivan Petrov finally decided to retire after spending 25 horny years in
girls' communal orphanage 27. He has left Romania, but the latest news
says that he still hasn't left the business completely. He's been
seen in Thailand running a charity home for children who have been left
orphan by the tsunami.

Police officers Dimitrie and Valeriu are still working at the Bucharest
police. For them nothing has changed a lot. They still do their best to
promote corruption, child exploitation and misogyny and they regularly
provide new girls to several communal orphanages in Bucharest. Yes,
also to girls' communal orphanage 27, because its present manager has
naturally also been picked up by our anonymous, corrupt politician.

The mother of little girl Natasha couldn't keep herself together
anymore as she got fired from her job at the Marriott Bucharest Grand
Hotel. She considered committing suicide, but as a religious woman she
couldn't do the decision. Now she is homeless and earns her living as
a cheap street whore on the streets of Bucharest. Once again she had no
option.

Attorney Klaus Dorfman is still trying to reach a better orgasm and a
better high than using Natasha gave him. Since this he has become a
regular child molester and he has even had child sex slaves at his
secluded summer cabin. But in Klaus Dorfman's memories this particular
time in Bucharest still has the shiny glamour glowing all over it.
Right now he is thinking about starting to kill children in order to
make it stronger. But otherwise he is much happier than he used to be.
The visit in girls' communal orphanage 27 raised his self esteem a lot
and now he thinks he has found the meaning of life. Yes, he still
concentrates on his cock and lives by its rules, but at the same time
he's happy that he can destroy the futures of many little cunts and
that way make sure that they will never grow up to be strong women.
Klaus Dorfman sees himself as a social benefactor now. He's just
making this world a better place for all men to live in.

The murder of the women's rights activist Angela Galanis was never
investigated. And it never will be. It has been buried deep in the
bureaucracy of the corrupt Romanian police, and for once, let's be
honest with ourselves: Isn't it just the way it should be too?




Comments welcomed at: hans_schultz_2005@yahoo.com
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