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Subject: {ASSM} Pity is a disease (viol, rape, tort, snuff, wom, teeng, infgirl, war)
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PITY IS A DISEASE 
by hans_schultz_78@yahoo.com

Being a soldier is not really a bad thing after all. 
Here I will publish my notes that I wrote down in the sweet '60's when
we attacked the south, the land of the niggers. It came to them as a
complete surprise.
Our armament was modern, much more modern compared to theirs
The natives didn't have much chances to defend themselves against us.

1965-05-06
THE ARRIVAL

Forenoon. The small town has just woken up and its inhabitants are
going through their daily routines.  Most of the men are still
somewhere trying to fight and the women are trying to do the best they
can to keep their society up and standing.
It's exactly 8 AM when about 80 land-trucks cross the border of the
town and head towards the centre. The trucks, which are packed with
white men in their grey uniforms scatter around the town. Everyone of
us is armed with a rifle, and as soon as we are reaching the town
district we begin a ruthless firing. We are shooting everything that
moves. The bullets are hitting the walls and finding their ways
through the windows. In a moment the streets are filled with dead
bodies. The drivers are driving full speed on the narrow alleys
between the houses. They are not giving way to anyone. The niggers
don't have enough space to step aside and they are crushed under the
heavy wheels as the drivers run over them. Most of them die
immediately, but some of them stay alive and suffering on the streets.
We are just laughing on the trucks and go on firing.
As a matter of fact I like this. I am the commanding officer of my
platoon so I give an order to leave the wounded alive and in their
pain. No-one is resisting.
This is a dream come true for many of us, and I am by no means the
only one who is secretly fondling a hard cock inside the frieze
trousers.
 
We get down and go on as infantrymen. After we have split in groups we
start walking around the town searching the houses and arresting every
single person we can find. Then we drag them to the market square at
the very centre of the town, where a big, wooden building (probably a
church or a school)  is located. People are panicking. They are
unarmed, so they can't defend themselves against the strong soldiers,
who are kicking and pushing them forward on the streets. The children,
who are not able to walk are torn away from their mothers and killed
in front of their eyes.
As soon as all of the inhabitants have been gathered to the market
square, they are driven into the wooden building.

The disorder is almost complete. A constant scream of terror is
carried to my ears from every part of the town. The soldiers are
shouting their commands and hitting people with their rifle-butts to
make them move faster. Of course that kind of behaviour is of a nature
to just increase the chaos.
I see how a pregnant women falls in the crowd and I tell her to get
up. I start kicking her stomach with my heavy army boot to stress my
words. The desperate woman screams for someone to help her and tries
to cover her yet unborn baby with her hands. I go on kicking her until
blood starts to come out of her mouth. Then I just walk away and leave
her lying on the ground.
The doors are locked up and the soldiers wet the walls of the building
with gasoline. As soon as it's done we are opening fire and the
building flutters to flames.
The people inside are screaming and banging the locked up doors in
panic. They are breaking the windows and trying to jump out, but we
shoot them before they can. The fire just moves more quickly into the
building through the broken windows.

The woman I was just kicking is still moaning on the ground as the
fire grabs her clothes and her hair. Some men are standing a couple of
metres from her, smoking, and they cannot hide their amusement while
they are watching as the woman starts to scream in pain.
One of them is taking a photo of her. 
Inside the building the screams are now mixed with coughing and
rattle. Then, one by one, all human sounds fade away and there is only
the sound of burning wood left.
Our task has been fulfilled and we can leave.
We spread around the town, plunder the houses and set them on fire. 
During this same day, about 40 operations like this are put to action
in the country.
Our victory is clear as the African sky. 

1965-05-21
THE NEW ORDER

After the power has changed hands, the life of the locals hasn't been
the same anymore.
We have subjected them to our rule and we are ruling with an iron
fist. Soldiers are everywhere and the civilians are doing their best
to avoid us.
At the first days of the occupation they hadn't still realized this.
In spite of the wild rumours that had been told of our ways, people
still couldn't believe that we could practise such cruelty among them.
We have cancelled the human rights of the niggers and not a single one
of us has dared to questionize the new methods in public. There's no
need to. Our living conditions are very comfortable since we have all
the power.
I'm not surprised at all of the fact that the great powers of world
have stayed silent and wanted to keep up the good economical and
military relationships with us instead.
So our leaders may feel free to let their men go on terrorizing the
civilians.
It's not rare at all to see soldiers breaking into people's homes in
the middle of the day, killing the men, raping the women and the
children and cleaning the houses of everything, even a bit valuable.
This practise has automatically lead to a situation in which the
civilians are getting always poorer and are living at the edge of
hunger when, at the same time, even every common soldier is getting
always richer and surrounded with property.
Torture is very common. Corruption is more like a rule than an
exception.
Very many of our soldiers are forcing young local girls to become
their personal slaves, who they will abuse as long as they will get
bored. Then they'll just kill the old ones and get fresh girls to
entertain them.
 
We are destroying in frenzy. Just to satisfy our own personal needs we
violate and murder people on the streets. Most of the houses of the
public sector, like hospitals and kindergartens are in ruins and I
suppose there aren't very many unbroken glass windows left in the
city.
Nothing really is sacred. And the greatest thing is that no-one will
probably ever questionize our actions, because we are the winners. The
civilized countries won't care about the crush of these sub-humans.
The suffering of one is the pleasure of another.
The base of me and my unit is now at the capital city, which is
fortunate indeed.
Because the official military operations have ceased, we don't have
much work to do.
Or at least not much unpleasant work, and there's a big city to
explore and exploit.
I'm feeling like a young boy again.

1965-06-07
STREETLIFE

I'm off duty, but I'm still frustrated and I decide to get drunk. I
set my aim to a nearby public house, in which I use to go. It's a
quite shady night and I can feel the forthcoming rain in my bones.
An old local with a garbageman's badge on his sleeve walks towards me
on the street. He salutes me according to the regulations and stops
waiting for me to pass him. I ask for his ID.
A detestable situation. I shouldn't have stopped. I just want to have
a cold beer under my nose and I really am not interested in seeing any
goddamn papers. I guess this is just one of these officer's reflexes.
I feel like an idiot standing there in front of him. His face is
irritating me and I would like to push my thumbs into his nervous
eyes. But instead of doing it, I just spit on his face and go on
walking as soon as he has gotten his pile of ID's and permissions out
of his pocket.
He stays there holding them in his shaky hand. 
    
A couple of blocks away from there I see a drunken group of soldiers
on their evening furlough. They're having fun with an young nigger
boy. Not my men.
The little boy, about 10-15 years of age is bleeding in front of them
and tries to get up. The soldiers are laughing their drunken laughter
and giving him occasional blows with their night-sticks. The boy holds
a bread in his hands, and one of the men takes it a way from him. Then
the soldier throws the bread to the ground and stomps it with his boot
until it's all mashed.
  "Aren't you hungry ? Come here and have a snack, nigger !", I hear 
him shouting, which is followed by a loud laughter of the soldiers.
Suddenly the boy rushes up and starts running, but in his excitement
he hasn't noticed me and runs directly to my embrace.
For a second we both are a bit dumbfounded, but then I notice that
he's bleeding on my clean uniform and I push him down in disgust.
  "Fucking bastard !", I shout and kick his ass.
The soldiers have noticed my captain's badges and stand at attention.
  "Report yourself.", I snarl and try to wipe the blood away from my
clothes.
  "Yes sir !  Corporal Lauri Heikkinen from the 13th infantry company
reports !  A group of evening furloughers from the same company
returning to the garrison as ordered, sir !"
  "Stand at ease.", I reply and go on, "Before you do, take care that
this pile of shit here won't ever be able to come and ruin my uniform
for a second time. I want to hear the report tomorrow before 11 AM.
Captain Ruohonen, the second military police unit. Got it ?"
  "Yes sir !", he shouts and tells his friends to pick up the nigger
boy.
  "Dismissed.", I snap out and walk away. 
I walk away even though I would like to turn back and get me a clean
uniform, but I don't bother, because I'm not on duty.
And what the hell ?  It's not the first time I've walked around in
bloody clothes.

I turn right at the next corner and see a military police patrol
working on a woman and a child.
It seems to be a busy night, indeed.
The woman is about 30 years old and the child is almost a newborn one.
Other one of the policemen, a man in his fifties and an officer, is
tearing the woman's blouse to shreds and her tits are hanging free for
all to see. Another, younger one, is holding her still as the first
mentioned takes out his cock. The woman holds her screaming infant in
her arms and it's difficult to really say which one of the niggers is
screaming louder, the woman or her brat.
Then she notices me and starts to pray for mercy. 
The policemen notice me too and the younger one loosens his hold of
the woman. The older one is busy stuffing his cock back into his
pants, ashamed.
I walk to the woman and lift the baby away from her arms. The
policemen are silent, they're just staring me while the woman cries
and moans.
  "Dear captain...sir...don't let them hurt my baby...please. I'm begging
you, sir.", she sobs
I look her in the eyes, then at the roaring offspring I'm holding. How
is it even possible to have such a loud noise coming out of such a
tiny mouth ?
Its screaming pauses only when the brat has to inhale, or when it's
about to drown in its own spit.
I lift the baby over my head and use my full strength to hurl it down
to the asphalt.
  "Noooooo !", its mother yells and tries to get to her child.
  "Don't let me disturb what you were doing, gentlemen.", I tell to
the policemen.
The child doesn't die. It stays rattling on the ground and blood
starts to flow out of its mouth.
The policemen attack the woman with a hysterical laughter and tear her
skirt away. They are beating her with their sticks until she's lying
on the ground and holding her hands in front of her face. The older
policeman takes his cock out again and penetrates the woman's cunt.
The younger one is brave and removes all of his clothing. Then he
straddles the woman and begins a furious fucking between her tits. He
milks her tits so violently that large streams of mother's milk are
splashing on his hairy chest and running down his stomach.
This sight is turning me on. I take a couple of steps back and
masturbate while watching the rape. The passer bys turn back on their
heels. Nobody wants to get involved. Which is wisely thought.
I take out my pistol and look up. I see dark faces at the windows of
the surrounding houses.
The curtains are opening a little here and there. I took a good aim
and shoot a couple of the too curious ones while wanking my cock with
my other hand.
The policemen are shooting their loads, roaring in pleasure. 
Inside her and on her face the slime goes. I'm telling them to step
aside and to force her on her knees in front of me.
Her child goes finally silent.
The men are pulling her hands away from covering her face and I can
see the woman's desperate eyes.  She sees her child, bled to death,
then she sees me masturbating in front of her, and finally shooting
thick wads of my sperm right on her face and eyes.
I use her hair to clean my cock and place it back in my pants.
The policemen are from my unit. My men. Good men.
I ask them to come and have a couple of beers with me. They seem to be
honored.
We move on.

1965-06-08
THE REPORT

Corporal Heikkinen reported himself at 10.30 AM today. They had took
the young nigger to his home, tied up his parents and shot a couple of
wounding shots to his body. Then they had left the building, leaving
him there, unable to help himself.
He assured me that the boy will be crippled for life.
I'm satisfied. 
I will give my recommendation to get the corporal promoted.

1965-07-15
THE HOSPITAL

We are taking possession of a hospital. One of the few ones that's
left.
About 50 men have been ordered to accomplish this task.
The building is moderately big and it has about 200 patients plus the
staff, we were told.
That's all.
We do need labourers, but we don't need the ill. That's why they need
to be eliminated.
We are marching in and splitting in groups. The staff of the lobby
tries to escape in horror, but just a couple of sharp machine gun runs
are enough to harvest them.
I and my platoon move on to the wards. We are opening a door after
another and aim our guns to the helpless patients tied in their beds.
Not a single soul is saved.
The ones who are able to walk are trying to save themselves and
escape. Some of them try to climb out of the windows, but the bullets
have no mercy.
Some crippled niggers are sitting in their wheelchairs at the
corridor. My men have lots of fun by pushing them down the stairs and
laughing at their cries, as they fall and hurt themselves even worse.
Many of them are left there without any release from their agony, and
crying and lament are filling the hospital. The soldiers are yelling
and laughing in their animal frenzy.
Butchering and torturing the helpless is what we know best and it's
what we like to do.
We have come just during the lunchtime. There, in a big dining hall
are sitting tens of patients having their small lunch. We jump on the
long tables and start delivering heavy kicks around us.
The plates are crashing under our boots and the food is making the
table very slippery.
Teeth are kicked in. Noses bleed.
We tell people to open their mouths and as they do so, we push the
barrels of our guns into them.
  "Bon appetite", I laugh as I pull the trigger.
Blood and slices of brain are mixing on the floor with the food and
shattered glass.

Then the maternity ward. 
Fresh mothers have rushed in panic to their newborns and as we come in
they are trying to cover and hide them from us.
I'm giving an order to deprive the babies from their mothers and to
throw them all into a big hospital bed. The babies are screaming their
lungs out. They can't understand what's happening.
The mothers are herded into a corner and three soldiers aim them with
their machine guns, ready to shoot. The women are begging for mercy,
but that's the last thing they're gonna get from us.
I don't want to have the babies shot. I want them to suffer. It's
exciting and it makes my cock big and hard in my pants. I hate these
brats, and there ain't a destiny that would be too hard for them.
I've got the power and I will use it.
I'm taking personally care of the murdering of the babies by pouring
some gasoline to the bed and setting it on fire. In a second the whole
pile of baby meat is in flames.
I enjoy as I hear the screams of pain. I've learned to enjoy it. The
smell of burning flesh is in the air.
Some of my men have grabbed young mothers for themselves and now they
are raping them on the floor. I take my  already hard cock out and
fondle it while watching this senseless play of violence and mayhem.
My men in uniform are showing their strength. 
They are beating the crying women. They're satisfying their animal
lust in mothers whose babies are just burning to death in front of
their eyes.
There's nothing they can do about it. Absolutely nothing. 

There are not enough women for all of us. But fortunately women in
general feature lots of possibilities, so even four soldiers can
concentrate in raping one bitch. They beat them with fists and
rifle-butts and laugh, as they usually do. Some of the men force the
mothers to watch their burning babies while they at the same time make
them wank their slimy cocks. And as they want to cum, they are usually
doing it on the crying faces of the desperate women. I'm proud of my
men.
Many of the cunts go insane. They can't stand cruelty at this stage. 
I'm shooting some of them at random.

In the next room there is a woman who's still in the middle of her
labour. The nurses have escaped and the woman is trying to push the
baby out of her cunt by herself, but she doesn't have the strength.
The brat is just coming in the halfway.
The woman is in incredible pain and she's screaming like a pig in a
slaughter-house.
She doesn't even notice me as I step in, walk to her and grab the
foetus.
With a one forceful yank I manage to tear it away from its mother's
cunt which is now free for me to enter.  I drop the baby on the floor
and climb on the woman, who is finally paying some attention to me. I
see that her eyes are looking for his newborn baby, so I take out my
pistol, push it into her mouth and tell the whore to keep her mind on
more important matters.
As I'm penetrating her cunt, I notice, to my amusement, that the
navel-string is still connecting her and her baby, but I don't care.
As a matter of fact, it's feeling very good against my shaft as I move
my manhood in and out of her loose cunt.
As I'm doing this, I'm also making some lewd fucking gestures with my
pistol in her mouth. I smile as I can see some fresh tears appearing
in the whore's eyes and starting to roll down her cheeks.
I can feel my cum rising in my balls. She's quiet and stares directly
into my eyes. Crying.
I'm panting on her face and licking my lips.
Then I feel the first wave of my orgasm coming and just as a moan of 
pleasure escapes from my lips I pull the trigger of my gun and see how
her head explodes in front of my eyes.
The enjoyment I get out of this is something extraordinary. I'm
roaring out my victory and wallowing in my obscene lust...and finally in
that extreme satisfaction, which is possible to achieve only by these
means.
The woman dies instantly. Her baby is still alive as I walk out of the
room, but it will inevitably die soon too.
I'm just happy to let it suffer a bit longer.

A total chaos is the prevalent situation in the hospital. Dead bodies
are everywhere.
The soldiers are robbing the offices and raping the last women still
alive. In a mindless fury they are destroying everything that is
coming into their view. They are pissing and shitting on the
corridors, even on the patients that are breathing their last
breathes.
Soon they too are as dead as most of the other niggers here. 
My perverted mind is bathing in joy.

1965-06-29
A RAID

We're going through the buildings of this district one by one. 
The adjoining blocks have already been emptied and people have been
transferred to the execution place. The same thing will happen here
now.
The other side of the street is already in the hands of turmoil.
People are running around and the soldiers are beating them with clubs
to make them form lines.
Women are crying and looking for their husbands. Children are looking
for their parents. Without any results of course. If they do find
their families, they will be separated by force.
Most of the people are going to get executed, but the strongest ones
will be put to work.
Also the most beautiful women will be forced to work as prostitutes at
the whorehouses for the soldiers.

We're getting into a staircase now. The stomping sound of our boots
echoes from the hard concrete walls. I run to the top floor and hear
how my men kick the doors open behind my back.
As a commanding officer I shouldnt really be doing this. But I like
the excitement...I like the smell of fear. And no-one can stop me from
going to the battlefield if I want to.
I throw a kick to the door and it flies open. 
For a moment I'm standing at the doorway looking around. No-one. 
The fuckers are playing hide and seek. 
  "Come out with your hands raised !", I shout, but there's no
response.
Holy fuck !  
Why does it always have to be the hard way. This could be done so much
easier.
The end will be the same in any case. 
Well...nevermind, at least I will now have time to look around whether
here would be something valuable to steal.
I walk in to the small apartment and start from the kitchen. I yank
the closets open, but there's just dishes and other shit like that. I
throw them to the floor.
Then a bigger closet with some cleaning equipment as its contents. And
the first discovery.
A young man is hiding under the rags. And he's armed, goddamnit. 
Rapidly he attacks me. He's squeezing a metal pipe in his hand and he
raises it to a blow.
Just in time I move aside as the pipe hits a table and splits it in
two parts.
No time for thinking now. 
I draw out my pistol and shoot towards him but the bullet just hits
his shoulder. I didn't have the time to aim properly.
I may not get nervous now. 
Suddenly I rush forward, grab the man from his chest and throw him
against the window.
The glass goes to pieces and the man falls screaming down from the
fourth floor, straight into the crowd that's thronging on the
pavement.
I just hope I didn't hit my comrades.

I hear some loud yelling and swearing from the staircase. 
I walk out of the kitchen and see how sergeant M�kel� is killing all
the five inhabitants of the next apartment with a single machine gun
run. He's laughing, lighting up a cigarette and walking back in
looking for the valuables.
  "Show yourselves, fucking niggers !", I shout again.
The living room. 
I grab the pieces of furniture and throw them upside down. I take out
my knife and rip open the sofa and the mattress looking for some
hidden treasures, but I find just some old photographs which I rip to
pieces.
Fuck. 
An infuriating situation. I lose my temper totally and take my
aggression out on everything I see.
I tear down the curtains and the lamps. I throw some furniture out of
the window.
Then I'm able to find some hidden jewellery and I stuff them into the
pockets of my uniform.
I go to the bedroom and open a large closet which is containing some
clothes and children's toys all in a big pile on the floor.
Well...at last something. This is suspicious. 

I throw the stuff out of the closet and see that my suspicions were
correct.
The closet features a partition made of cardboard. And it's made so
poorly that it wouldn't even cheat a child.
I pull the partition open, look behind it and see three pairs of
frightened eyes staring back at me.
All of them belong to women. Probably a grandmother, her daughter and
her granddaughter.
They are so afraid that they are shaking.  
At that very moment sergeant M�kel� appears to the doorway.
  "Do you find anything ?", he calls out to me.
  "M�kel�, you came right in time. Would you like to have some fun ?",
I call out back to him
The question is completely unfounded.

The bitches have curled up and hugging each other. They look at us but
then quickly turn their heads away. Sergeant M�kel� walks to me and
speaks out:
  "Well, I'll be damned...hidden flesh. And a little nigger child on top
of that. Come here kid !"
He's making a motion with his hand, which is supposed to make the
youngest hider come to him.
Sergeant M�kel� is a complete idiot, but he's a good soldier. One of
my best men.
He's violent and stupid. Always hungry for money, blood and pussy.
He'll never get enough.
  "What's the matter ?  Can't you just hear me, or aren't my words
effective enough ? Come on you piece of shit, get out of the fucking
closet right now !", he shouts and begins to lose his temper.
He grabs the sleeve of the youngest slut and pulls her away from her
mother's embrace.
Then he lifts the girl's face in front of his own and lets out a long
shout.
Sergeant M�kel� is a prick. 
He smiles and throws the kid to the wall behind his back. Then he
kicks her ribs as she falls down on the floor. He picks up his rifle,
aims and shoots an exact shot right in the middle of the face of the
kid's mother. Then he finishes the kid's life.
M�kel� has gained his credits as a sharpshooter and he's one of the
best shooters in my unit.
The woman dies immediately leaving just bloody stains on the wall
behind her.
The only one who's left now is the grandmother, who has raised her
hands to prayer and murmurs some words in her native tongue. Sergeant
M�kel� grabs her hand and drags her to the middle of the floor. I
light up a cigarette and offer him a sip out of my vodka bottle.
  "Come on M�kel�...don't kill yourself. Relax for a while."
He takes a long gulp and burps on the top of it.
  "Ok captain...and now we shall fuck this old cunt, don't you think.",
he says to me.

I take a sip of the vodka and smile.
  "If you're able to get a hard on with that mummy, I promise to offer
you a night at the Jokinen's place.", I chuckle and point the old
woman on the floor.
  "You got yourself a deal, captain !", he shouts and begins to
unbutton his pants.
The old woman has no teeth and she's continuously speaking out her
incomprehensibilities, so it's a piece of cake for sergeant M�kel� to
stick his cock inside her mouth.
She is crying now and trying to push him away from her, but M�kel�
just takes a strong grip of her thin hair and begins a very violent
penetrating of her face.
I can feel how my own cock is getting hard in my pants, so I'm urging
him on with his action.
And yes, I should have guessed, that in less than a minute he has
succeeded in getting himself a raging hard-on.
I have gotten very excited and I start to rip the old woman's clothes
with my combat knife.
M�kel� is standing over her feet, drinking more of my vodka and his
cock is standing at attention, dripping pre-cum.  He's waiting for me
to get the bitch naked.
Her tits are sacky and every single strand of her pubic hair is grey. 
An ugly bitch.
But that doesn't seem to bother sergeant M�kel�, because he just falls
down on the her and forces his cock inside her dry hole. The old woman
lets out a hoarse scream and M�kel� hits her face a couple of times
with his fist, smashing her nose. Blood starts to flow.
I step back and watch as the brutal soldier is beating up and raping
this old woman in front of my eyes. His grey uniform is dirty and
covered in blood stains. His ass is moving up and down over her and
with each thrust he's letting out a groan of pleasure.
The woman looks like she's about to faint.
Suddenly I hear a shout coming from the door.
  "Grandmother !"
I turn around and see a nigger girl in her twenties looking at us with
a horrified expression on her face. M�kel� doesn't seem to pay any
attention to her.
  "Nooo !  You murderers !  Monsters !", she screams and runs to
sergeant M�kel�. Then she starts to pull him away from the top of her
grandmother.
In a second I'm beside her and kick her ass away from bothering him.
My boot hits her stomach and she falls down with a muffled scream. But
she getting quickly back on her feet.
A stupid whore with spirit.
  "How can you do that to an old woman ?  Don't you have any feelings
?  I hate you !  I hate you !  You have destroyed everything I've got
!",
The bitch sobs and cries and starts rushing towards me with her fists
raised.
  "Well...that's no problem, if she insists.", I think and take a
strangling grip of her.
Then I push her down on the floor, under me.
  "Let me go !  Don't touch me !  I hate you !", she goes on yelling
as remove my grip.
The woman is weak and she can't give me any trouble. It takes just a
moment to undress her, even though she's struggling like a madman. The
cloth is thin and the sound of it ripping is turning me on.
Now she lying exposed on the floor.
She's trying to scratch my eyes with her fingernails, so I'm forced to
pin her hands down. Then I start beating her fingers with the butt of
my pistol. The bones are cracking and the pig is screaming so loud
that I have to stop breaking her fingers and to push my hand over her
mouth.
I can't stand her screaming in my ear.
Sergeant M�kel� is panting by my side. He has just shot his load
inside the old woman's cunt and lies now on top of her, exhausted,
smothering her with his weight.
  "I'm not for fuck's worth interested in your lowlife nigger history
!", I shout at the girl that's fighting under me.  "You are the
disease, and our duty is to be the cure !  Do you understand me, whore
?"
I push my cock into her with force and feel how it's crushing the
hymen on its way to the bottom.
Leaning my hands against the floor, I begin a fast and violent fucking
inside her tight and unused cunt.
  "No ! Let me go !  Get off me !"
I answer by increasing the speed. My pelvis is smacking against her
mound with such power that it'll probably bruise her skin. Her blood
is working as a lubricant and soon I can feel that my orgasm is on its
way.
  "Fucking nigger whore !  I despise you !  You're nothing but a pile
of shit !", I snarl into her ear at the same time as I erupt inside
her. "Let's hope you'll get pregnant, bitch !"
The woman is crying. I spit on her face.
Then I get up and button my pants.

Sergeant M�kel� has sat down on something that used to be a piece of
furniture and is now watching my bustling with amusement on his face.
He's smoking a cigarette and drinking.
  "May I remind the captain that he's owing me something.", he's
chaffing.
  "Pick up that whore and hold her still. I'm gonna show that shit a
piece of proper nigger treatment.", I say and point at the woman
crying on the floor.
  "Anything you say, sir !", he shouts and salutes me extra carefully.
Mocking.
Then he laughs and picks up the woman.
  "Take care that she's keeping her eyes open"
M�kel� forces her to open her eyes by lifting her eyelids with his
thumbs.
I go to the old woman who's nearly unconscious by now. Then I throw a
sharp kick to her ribs.
She gets back her consciousness in a second and lets out a yelp. 
I give her another kick, then a third.
I can hear her fragile rib bones snapping. 
  "Please stop. Have mercy. She's just an old woman.", the younger
woman pleads quietly.
M�kel� lets out a cruel laugh.
  "Madame tight ass will now be a good girl and watch. It's captain's
orders.", he snarls into her ear.
I am furious. I want to cause pain and that's what I'll do. 
I'm walking around the grandmother and kick her body all over with my
heavy boots.
  "Fucking sub-humans !  You are up to no good !  You all should be
killed !  And you will !", I shout as adrenaline is rushing into my
brains.
Then I move on to kick her head. Then I step on her face and crush her
facial bones by putting all my weight on her. She's unconscious again.
Her granddaughter is desperate.
  "Stop, you monster !  I hope you will die in the fire stone lake of
Hell !", she screams and bursts into the final tears.
The resistance has been broken.
The floor is stained blood red. So are my boots and my uniform. 
I kick and jump on the woman as hard as I can and I don't stop before
I cannot find anymore solid bones to break.
The youngster tries to look away, but M�kel� forces her to witness the
event.
Once again I take my cock out. It is limp now, but it doesn't matter. 
I walk to the unconscious woman and let a stream of piss flow down on
the remnants of her bloody face.
Sergeant M�kel� is thinking that this is funny and he's merrily
describing to the girl how fun this actually is.
He tells her that this is to be her grandmother's extreme unction.

  "Alright then. Let's take this whore down to the others.", I say as
I shake the last drops of piss from my cock and put it back to my
pants.
M�kel� pushes her down on her knees, then presses the barrel of his
gun against her neck, and tells her to start crawling to the door.
She's sobbing but still doing as she's told.
Then M�kel� starts pushing her down the stairs and goes on until we're
at the street level.
  "Go down, bitch !", he commands.
I walk behind them, satisfied in myself.
The woman is completely broken. She's burying her face in her hands.
On the street our colleagues notice that we are bringing a naked woman
with us.
  "Was she good ?", one of them asks laughing.
We answer his question with the wide grins on our faces.

A NIGHT IN A BROTHEL

Later at night I'm walking to a bar with sergeant M�kel�. 
Or, to be precise, it's a bar and a brothel in one. 
I'm paying my debt to M�kel�. He insisted that it must be done today.
The place is ran by lieutenant Jokinen, who used to be located at our
unit. He's a civilian now, because he had some luck and he got wounded
in a battle. Not very seriously, but it was enough to earn him a one
way ticket out of the army. However, he decided to stay here with us
and run a business.
The place is full of soldiers, as usual. They are making a lot of
noise by fighting with each other and harassing the whores. As soon as
we step inside, Jokinen recognizes us and comes to greet us in his
expensive suit.
  "What's up old bastards ?  You came to spend your little money on
some entertainment, am I right ?  Would you like to have a piece of
black pussycat for the beginning ?"
  "Shut your mouth, Jokinen and fix us drinks. This time I have a
sponsor with me, so I can spend as much money as I want in your sleazy
hole.", M�kel� snaps out, according to his habits and is pointing at
me as he's saying the word "sponsor".
Jokinen goes on undisturbed and as glad as before.
  "Uh-huh !  I don't think that's a correct way to speak to a higher
officer, is it M�kel� ?  All I'm asking for are some manners, please.
This is a place of the higher society, if I may make a remark.", he
says.
We are sitting down at the bar and start to drink some Scotch whiskey.
This is the only place where it's even possible to get that stuff. And
of course Jokinen has priced it according to it.
Whores are coming to sit next to us, but we shoo them away, consistent
of our purpose.
I admit that Jokinen has the most beautiful hookers in town. They are
in good meat, unlike most of the other local girls. He has even white
meat for sale, which no-one else has, but today we have something else
in our minds. We need some encouragement.
The raid earlier today has left us in an unfinished state of mind,
somehow.

Jokinen really has everything from the newborns to old women with
their other foot already in a grave. He's even got options for the
ones who prefer having sex with boys instead of women.
The local women are almost desperately trying to get to work here. 
The work is risky, and they don't get paid, of course, but Jokinen is
giving his employees lots of food and good clothes, and that's a lot.
Jokinen is a hard boiled businessman, and for money he is selling
anything.
Most of his time he is sitting behind his desk and smoking his fat
cigars. He thinks that smoking cigars makes him a fine man. From time
to time he walks to the door to welcome his friends and the higher
officers.
My captain's badges are noticed here too with respect so we may sit
and drink alone without any bothering drunkards around us. The
reputation of M�kel� may also have something to do with the fact.
Everybody knows him as an anxious street fighter who hits hard.
The whores are coming to us because they must, even though they know
that we might offer them some unpleasant surprises.
The officers and the non-commissioned officers are very popular prey,
because we have more money than the privates, and sometimes some fool
might even give some private tip to his whore.
Jokinen comes to me, sits down and makes his opening line. 
  "Well then, old fellow. You seem to be enjoying my Scotch."
It's clear that he's worried because we still haven't bought a woman
from him.
  "Now listen Jokinen. Would you happen to have a good, disposable
package for two tonight ?", I ask and let him out of his worries.
  "Oh, you want to have a disposable one !", he grins, "Well now...you
men seem to have some unloaded stress today, am I right ?"
  "Cut the crap, you goddamn pussy dealer and do your job like you
should.", M�kel� lisps from behind my back, clearly drunk now, and
empties another glass of whiskey.
  "But of course I will. For you guys I'm always serving the best.",
Jokinen says and clearly tries to ingratiate us.
He gets up and returns in a moment with a gorgeous and half naked
nigger woman beside him. She's wearing only black panties and her firm
tits are visible for all to see and feel.
  "This is Sandi. What do you say ?  She's a very good girl. I've
personally taken care of her training.", Jokinen gives me a wink and
goes on. "She's 25 years old, but I really couldn't say so if I didn't
know it's true. Don't you agree ?"
I must admit the man is speaking the words of truth. 
The girl is just charming, once and for all. And she can act just as
shyly as she is expected to act.
A real cockteaser to put it straight.
I'm suspicious. Jokinen must be hiding something behind his back. 
Usually, when you are asking for a disposable whore, you will get the
most ugly eider of the house, who has been fucked to the very limit.
But this one...she is a piece of very productive meat, and Jokinen, if
somebody, knows that.
He's confirming my suspicions when he turns to me and says with a
nervous tone:
  "Also I happen to have some unloaded stress by chance, so you will
get her at half price, if you let me come with you, let's say in a
capacity of an observer or so..."
  "Jokinen !  An old libertine !  I should have guessed !", I can't
hold back my laughter.
  "So, the deal is done then ?", he says and sounds suddenly very
formal.
  "Feel free to join us. We won't be bothered.", I am able to say
between my laughing and turn my eyes to the girl, who's standing
behind us.
As soon as she notices me looking at her, she forces her thick lips to
an affected smile.
M�kel� commands her to fill his empty glass and pushes his hand into
her knickers. The girl lets out an exclaim which is caused by surprise
or pain, but still she manages to pour the drink for M�kel� without
splashing it.
  "Unbelievable. It's good to stay in good relations with Jokinen.", I
think
The whore is pure luxury. If she just knew what's in store for her.
  "Good. Room number seven is reserved for you. You seem to have all
the necessary equipment with you already.", Jokinen says and hands me
the keys, "Just go ahead, I will be joining you in a minute or two."
Jokinen goes behind his desk and begins to give some advice to his
staff.
We stand up and take the girl between us. She's giggling her fake
laughter and laying her hands around us. I see that mentioning the
equipment has gotten her a bit nervous, but she has no option.
Now she's irritating me.

We're stepping inside the room seven. 
There we can see a big bed with posts, a table and an armchair. Also
there's a big mirror at the ceiling over the bed. A very typical
decoration of a brothel room, so to say.
We're standing in the middle of the floor looking at our merchandise :
A short afro hair, black as the Devil's ass. Not very tall, she's only
to my shoulder in length. Her white teeth are shining behind her dark
red lips and even the corny, whorish make - up isn't able to hide her
primitive beauty. There's not even an inch of extra fat in her, but
then again, she's not too thin either. Her ass is curving out nicely
below her waist, and as she's removing her panties, we're able to see
her cunt, which is covered by thick, black and really curly pubic
hair.
Our merchandise is looking at us. To be honest, we cannot really be
described as attractive as she is. Yes, we have shaved our faces, of
course, but our grey uniforms are needing a wash very badly. Cleaning
away the dried blood stains just isn't very simple task to do at these
conditions.
M�kel� has a strong scent of sweat and alcohol hovering around him and
our drunken, blue eyes are cold and unfeeling. Our faces are a little
red from all the drinking and although our baggy trousers are still
erect, they haven't seen an iron for a too long time.
It's so easy to get a bit broad-minded here. The garrison discipline
is quite a different thing.

  "Get on your knees !", M�kel� is commanding the girl.
Immediately she's doing as she's told and without any request she's
unbuttoning our pants and taking our cocks in her hands. Then she
starts exciting us with her small fingers very professionally.
She's giving our cockheads small licks and then looking up into our
eyes.
  "Oh, how big they are !", she's sighing, "You misters have really
handsome cocks, you are so kind soldiers, making me wet like this."
She's telling us the same things she's probably been telling to tens
or even hundreds of soldiers before us.
  "Shut up whore and suck.", M�kel� is snarling to her and gives her
face a little taste of his fist.
Then he begins to whip her face with his cock and I'm following his
example.
Now we're both whipping her face with our cocks and I can see that the
whore is not enjoying the situation a bit, even though she's moaning
and rubbing our balls with her tiny hands.
She's not a very good actor.
Every time we are hitting her eyes, she's groaning in pain.
I grab her hair and say:
  "Open your mouth, whore !"
As soon as her mouth opens, I thrust my cock right to the bottom.
M�kel� is moving beside me and he pushes his cock into her whore mouth
too. We begin to be cramped for room there.
The corners of the girl's mouth seem to be stretching many inches as
she's trying to swallow us both and it's quite a funny sight indeed.
Yes, she is an experienced cocksucker, but still she isn't able to
hold back her reflexes as we both are pushing our manhoods deep into
her throat.
Naturally she doesn't dare to fight us and soon we can feel how her
warm vomit is filling the mouth around our cocks. It's spraying out of
her nose too and then it's making it's way down to the floor and on
our boots.
I grab her hair once more and pull her head back.
  "Look at what you've done, you pig !", I yell, "You messed up our
just polished boots with your slimy inner organs  !  You had better to
go down too and clean our boots with your tongue or you will be really
sorry you didn't !"
I slam her head towards the floor and lift my other foot for her. So
does sergeant M�kel�, even though his boots are really far from just
polished.
After the raid today they are covered with shit, dust and blood. But
our whore has no possibility to protest and so she begins to lick our
dirty footwear with a disgusted expression on her face.

Right at that moment the door is opening and Jokinen is stepping in.
He sees her whore down on her knees licking our feet and us
masturbating slowly while we are looking at her.
  "Well...look at this !  My great war heroes have already started
without me. Please don't let me disturb you.", he laughs, sits in the
armchair and throws an unopened bottle to M�kel�, who can't believe
what he's seeing.
  "Holy Fuck !  Brandy !", he's shouting delighted.
  "Sandi, my girl. I want you to know that I've sold your ass to these
gentlemen here as a disposable one. I expect you to be good to them.
Please enjoy your last fuck while you can.", Jokinen goes on with a
cruel smile on his face.
Every hint of his recent kindness has suddenly disappeared. 
  " Disposable !  No...please !", she cries out and looks at her master
in horror.
I kick her face with the tip of my boot, because she has dared to stop
licking it.
Her head flies back, but M�kel� is on the other side of her in a
second, and then his boot is smashing towards the left temple of the
whore.
She crawls to Jokinen, who's still sitting in the armchair 
She starts begging for mercy. Her nose is bleeding.
Jokinen gets mad. He's kicking the whore's face one more time and
makes her stumble backwards.
  "Dont't you come whining to me, nigger !  Go on and do your job,
because if you don't, I can guarantee that you will stay alive. But
that's an experience you don't want to have !", he shouts.
Before she can get up on her feet, I'm by her side and lift her up in
the air from her armpits.
  "Okay. There's the door. If you really think that you want to leave,
then be my guest and go ahead. But do it quick.", I tell her in my
best commanding voice and put her down in front of me.
She's still a bit confused from the kicks, and she doesn't seem to
realize what I'm saying to her. She's takes a step back and then she
gives questioning looks to me and Jokinen who has stood up now.
Finally she looks at M�kel�, who's still fondling his cock and
chuckling at the situation.
  "Well ?  You heard the captain. Get lost !", he blurts out.
Now she's coming to life again. 
She turns around, runs to the door and turns the handle. At the very
same moment when I fire my pistol, she's realizing that the door is
locked.
The bullet hits her left knee, and she falls screaming down on the
floor.
M�kel� now draws his pistol and walks to her. He turns her on her back
with his foot and shoots her to her other knee.
Jokinen sits back into his armchair and watches the massacre.
The continuous scream of pain fills the room. 
The whore can't decide which one of her knees she should grab so she
tries to move by pulling her body forward with her hands. Then she
tries to get up on her feet, but her they don't carry her and she
falls back down.
We are watching this show with amusement.
Then we start to walk around her. 
We are aiming our guns at different parts of her body. Making her wait
for the shot, but then we lower our guns again and continue our
besieging.
  "The elbows", M�kel� says with a dry tone, and drinks a gulp from
the brandy bottle.
I take an aim at her left elbow and pull the trigger. M�kel� is
following my example, and bullets hit her both elbows almost at the
same time.
M�kel� hands me the brandy and I take a sip of it. 
The whore is screaming and begging us to stop.
  "Please, don't !  It hurts !  Please don't kill me, I haven't done
anything to you !", she cries.
She's pathetic. As I look at her tear stained face, I think of our
colleagues and their whores downstairs. They must have heard the shots
and all this screaming. I can sense the tensed feeling even from
another room.

  "Bring her here, please.", Jokinen asks.
M�kel� grabs the girl from her waist and lifts her to a crawling
position. Then he starts to drag her to the front of the armchair. Her
broken arms are moving uncontrollably back and forth and her crushed
knees leave two stripes of blood on the floor behind her.
Jokinen grabs her chin, so that he's able to look into her eyes. Then
he takes out his gun and presses it between her eyes.
  "Shut up, nigger !", he shouts at her face as loud as he can.
The whore's screaming is slowly turning to constant moans and muffled
waves of pain.
I'm sure she's still thinking she might get out of this alive somehow.
Jokela stays silent and looks directly into her eyes for at least 30
seconds.
  "Tell me...what are you supposed to say now, Sandi ?", he finally asks
her with a sharp voice.
The girl is just sobbing. The she lets her head fall down. 
After a short while we can hear her speaking through her tears.
  "I'm sorry, sir...please forgive me..."
Jokinen looks at us and gives us a victorious smile.
  "Good girl.", he says to the whore and lifts her head back up.
He draws a long puff of smoke from his cigar and then looks at its
glowing edge.
  "You deserve to have a reward for that, Sandi.", he says and makes
her have a taste of his cigar too.
As the girl draws the smoke into her lungs, she begins coughing.
Jokinen uses this opportunity.
He turns his cigar around, opens the girl's eyelids with his fingers
and then begins slowly entering the glowing edge of the cigar into the
whore's right eye.
With a sharp, hissing sound, her eye melts in the incredible heat.
The girl screams, then loses her consciousness and goes limp.
Jokinen has taken out his cock and now he forces it into her mouth. 
Or maybe forcing is not a correct word. The bitch is out of control
and Jokinen has to press her mouth shut with his hand.
He starts to masturbate with the girl's head, moving it up and down on
his hard cock.
It's looking very easy, because the unconscious cum-dumpster is
completely relaxed and her mouth is existing only for this purpose
right now.
But then again, she isn't able to suck or lick, and that'd be a bit
boring to my tastes. And that seems to be the case with Jokinen too.
After a short while he pushes the girl away in disgust.
I pick up the smelling salts from the table. Standard equipment of the
room.

As she comes to her senses, she immediately goes on with her
screaming.
M�kel� and I are still fondling our cocks as we walk to her and push
the barrels of our guns against her forehead.
Then I give a sign and we both pull our triggers. 
And as we see her die in front of us, we both shoot our loads too.
Our semen hits her face and gets mixed with her blood.
Then, as soon as we've recovered, we notice that Jokinen is cleaning
his suit which is stained with his semen. He's handling us two towels.
  "Can you believe...that whore really had the courage to ask me for
some money for her services. Unbelievable. I just don't know who she
thought she were.", he says to us and we nod our heads in agreement.
We step out of the room and leave the whore there for a cleaning
woman, who will throw her body to the trash.

As we walk down the stairs, we are welcomed with a loud applause and a
roomful of curious men.
We don't have to buy a single drink for us during the whole night,
because the men want to hear every detail of our encounter, and
they're naturally offering us drinks for that.
The whores don't seem to like our stories at all, and the most popular
entertainment of the night is to describe the slaughter of their
comrade to them...and watch as they try to fight back their tears and
look amused.
Well, anyway...the night has been a success. And I didn't have to spend
all my money to pay my debt to sergeant M�kel�. He's constantly saying
that I have cheated him.
  "Listen now M�kel�. That's the reason why I am a captain and you're
just a sergeant.", I tell him, as he mopes and throws some murderous
looks at my direction.

1965-09-02
THE HUNGER

Most of the fields have been mined and it's almost impossible to
harvest the crop.
The people are starving and the soldiers are stealing the last food
they have left.
We do have lots of food, but some of us think it's fun to take away
the poor people's last chance for life. We are going even so far that
we burn the cowsheds and pigstys.
It's hard to eat the burned animal bodies. 
Sometimes we do save the animals for our own use, but that's just
sometimes.
The international Red Cross - organization has finally realized the
situation and is sending here massive contributions, which is good, of
course. Because of their food supplies, our need to freight the food
we need is much smaller. That saves money. Usually a single
contribution from the Red Cross is enough to feed our unit for a week.
It's quite usual to see children and old people, that have starved to
death, lying on the streets of the city. It's unhygienic, because the
warm temperature is making the rotting process very quick.
There are flies everywhere. 
That's why we have gathered some local men to work as a body-squad and
they are cleaning the streets during the night time. There's a big
mass grave just outside the city district. The dead are taken there
and then burned. The fire has to be fed all the time, so large
loggings of the forests are necessary.

On my personal looting expeditions, I use to search for all the food
from the houses. Then I will eat it there or destroy it by burning or
simply stealing. If a family is just having their meal as I get in, I
usually just empty their plates on the floor. Sometimes I have had a
shit on their plates and made them eat that instead while pointing
them with my gun.
They do eat. They cry, but they eat.
So you may notice that I've realized the importance of unchained
hedonism.
My sex life is flowering like it has done never before. Partly because
of the super abundance, and partly because of the unlimited
possibilities I have to self-fulfilment.
I couldn't even have dreamt of anything like this when my home was
still at the North.
My wife has written numerous letters to me. She's asking when will I
be able to visit her again.
I have promised her to come as soon as I can, but I don't think I will
do so.
Why would I ?
Life is good here.

1965 -10 - 20-21
EXPLOITING THE COUNTRYSIDE 

We've got a new business.
We have been contacted by some rich men from Japan, Europe and The
States, and they are willing to pay us very large sums of money, if we
are able to deliver some fresh nigger women and children for them.
I suppose they want to have personal sex- and homeslaves for
themselves.
This is a chance to get our hands on the big money.
Unfortunately the population of the cities is far from fresh and
prosperous, so they won't do.
We must go to the countryside. And it's quite risky.
We're not very used to move in the African nature, and the natives are
able to take us by surprise if we are not careful enough.
Our only chance is to pretend that we're benefactors. We are coming to
them as friends.
We are entering the villages and giving some food for them. 
After all it's quite easy to gain their trust, because the small
villages are practically isolated from the outside world. People don't
know what we've been doing in the big cities.
A typical village around here is built of thin canes or trunks. The
"houses" and the jungle are separated with a high fence, which is
built of the same material. At the centre of a village is usually a
big square,  a constant fire burns there to keep the wild animals
away.
But we're not afraid of fire.

Our method is just a bit troublesome. 
Once we have chosen the ones that are suitable for us, we must kill
the rest of the population.
The choices have to be made in secret and then we have to take the
houses by storm. If we left them alive, they could go after us and we
wouldn't have very much chances against them at a jungle combat.
Once again the machine guns are very useful. It's also quite easy to
blow up a whole cane-hut with a single hand grenade. But we have to
hurry. The fire moves very quickly at the dry, wooden structure and
it's easy to get surrounded by it. Then the possibilities of getting
out are minimal, and we might die in the flames, like the rest of the
people.
But still this method is good, because it furthers the possibilities
of succeeding in our main task.
And if we succeed, each one of us will get enough money to be able to
get the hell out of Africa.
I'm not talking about pocket-money here. 
I'm talking about the fact that we will probably be able to spend the
rest of our lives in pure luxury.
The risk is worth taking, so to say.
And we are taking it.

1966-01-13
ADIOS AMIGOS

I'm leaving. 
The money I got from selling the nigger slaves have made it possible. 
I have bought my way out of the army. But I'm not heading back to the
North.
Sergeant M�kel�, me and a couple of other colleagues, who took part in
the looting expedition last autumn, have decided to start from the far
east. At first we're going to Hong Kong.
We will make ourselves feel comfortable and then we'll start studying
the possibilities of making ourselves feel even more comfortable. I
know that the East can offer us great possibilities to maintain the
feeling of paradise we have been used to.
My wife and the kids may feel free to run into their asses, as far as
I'm concerned.
Everything went surprisingly well, after all. 
We got a good catch: Eight teenage girls and eleven children survived
the trip back to the city.
It was a bit unfortunate that we couldn't satisfy our needs with them.
Our customers wanted their merchandise to be shipped to them in good
shape. Untouched.
So we had to be content with fucking the mouths of the captives. And
the transport wasn't easy too.
We tied their hands so they couldn't move them. And to prevent
running, we had to chain their legs.
The travel through the jungle to our trucks was pure Hell, to be
honest.
But that's history now.

I won't be missing this place. But on the other hand, I wouldn't give
away a single day of the time I've spent here.
I know now, that the best a man can get is a complete feeling of
power.
To be able to rape and kill as much as one likes. And I have done
that.
I believe that no man, who says that he's got balls, can be honest and
admit that he doesn't enjoy seeing how women and lower-raced people
collapse in front of his might.
That's an experience every man should have. Nothing's more
entertaining than beating a nigger whore to death with your fists, at
the same time as your cock is raping her virgin cunt.
In my mind I can still hear all the begging and screams of pain, which
I didn't care of.
Even the memory is enough to get me hard again.
And I know that I'll be able to do well in the future too. I am a
wealthy man now, and it won't be a problem for me to buy sex slaves
from the poor families living in the slums.
No-one will questionize my actions. Every man is corruptable, and a
bunch of dollars is an effective way to get the police to close their
eyes and ears from the suffering of the innocent.
I have used to get what I want, and I want to destroy and to see pain
and suffering around me.
No-one can stop me now.
Don't blame the war for this. This is what I have always liked to do.
A war is a blessing of God.
Let's be honest to ourselves and ask: Which one is more important ? 
The satisfaction of a noble man, or the happiness of a herd of living
nigger shit ?
I think the question doesn't need to be answered. Who would care about
their fates ?
No-one, I would say.
They have deserved their hunger. Let's bring the slave trade back and
give the honour to the men who deserve it.
Pity is a disease.

Captain Juhani Ruohonen
The 4th military police unit, second platoon



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