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Scenes from the life of Hans Schultz, part 1 by
hans_schultz_2004@yahoo.com

September, 14th 1978


Gentlemen: My name is Hans Schultz. I am a 56 years old man
living in West-Germany. I'm working at a bookkeeping office as a
foreman. I get along very well with my fellow workers and I get
paid quite well too but still I don't like my work much. My
enthusiasm has disappeared during the years and to be real honest
with you, I must say that I'm bored. But my work isn't the only
thing that I'm bored at.

I've been married for the last 25 years and my wife's name is
Helena. She's ten years younger than me. When we got married I
demanded that she should stay home to take care of the children,
house and all the well-known duties of a traditional housewife.
So she does too, and that is quite allright. She could have had a
nice job at the local supermarket but I didn't allow her to take
it, and I think that my policies were very acceptable back then,
don't you think. After all it is a wife's duty to stay home and a
husband's duty to go to work and get the money to the family.  In
spite of this fact my wife still has a nasty habit of complaining
and nagging to me. She says that I have ruined her life and I'm
afraid that she really thinks that I'm the one to blame. She
doesn't think it as a joke but when she first started the nagging
I could only be amused in front of such stupidity. But that was
years ago.  The complaining has gone on all the time since then
and now I don't feel very much like laughing anymore.  My wife
doesn't take care of the household properly and in addition to
that she is a bad mother. You see, she has this tendency of
spoiling the kids and letting them do everything they want to.  I
think because of all this I have slowly and without even
realizing it, started to drink more, year after year.

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

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

I knew that she wouldn't report me. We have an  eight years old
daughter, who was supposed to bring joy to our old age. Or to
save our marriage, as my wife sees it.  Personally I didn't
really want to have a third child to our family, but that
stubborn wife of mine didn't have the abortion although I told
her so. I have never been even sure who's the real father of that
brat, but it doesn't matter much to me anymore. I've started to
think that it's quite useful to have a young girl in the house.
I've made clear that if I my wife freaks out and calls the
police, I'll be happy to punish our daughter for it. Sometimes I
even hope for it to happen. I could really use a piece of tight
and young pussy. That would indeed add a fine joy to my old age.
But of course that bitch doesn't have the guts to call the
police. She's too afraid to do anything except submitting. But
after all she's just a woman so what else could be expected ? You
tell me, gentlemen ?

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

This kind of thoughts wandered through my mind as I was walking
to the pub that night. It was a bright and cool night. There were
no clouds in the sky and an almost full moon lighted up my way.
We are living in a house next to a small lake, which is
surrounded by a big park and I had to walk through it. At that
time of the day the park is usually empty of people. Everyone's
afraid of robbers and drunkards, even the robbers and drukards
themselves so I was quite surprised when I heard some voices. I
heard the sound of running and a woman screaming. Then again just
silence. I got curious and headed for the noise. Then again I
heard some kind of muffled screams coming from behind the bushes.
As quietly as possible I sneaked around the bush and then I saw
what was going on. A man of my age or a bit older had forced an
young, about 16-18 years old girl into a fall, as we sportsmen
say, and at the very moment I saw them, the man backhanded the
girl's face and got a knife out of his pocket. It seemed to me
that the girl was quite heavily drunk. She was dressed in black
jeans and a leather jacket which was filled with all kinds of
weird chains and stuff. A sort of punk-rocker or a drug addict,
you know, whatever. The man was dressed in a grey business-suit
and a tie, just like me. For a moment I didn't know what to do
and I just stood there, very surprised, of course. I thought how
I should react, should I go and help the girl or what. But for
some reason my cock had already stopped thinking and started to
stiffen in my pants so I decided to hide myself and watch how the
situation would progress. The man was most obviously going to
rape that girl and I was offered a brilliant possibility to watch
the show without the fear of getting caught. After all I didn't
care a shit about the girl. That would have been only a complete
waste of time. It was all her own fault. I'm sure that no-one
tells a young girl like her to come to the park in the late
evening and in that condition she was.

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

It didn't take long. After just a couple of minutes he let out a
long roar and fell on the slender girl with all his weight. That
was bad luck for me. I had just gotten my cock out of my pants
and it was standing so hard that it hurt. I would have preferred
a much longer show. The man didn't say a thing. He just put his
cock back in his pants and started walking away in a hurry. The
girl stayed still but conscious on the ground, crying. I heard
her mumbling the words "please mommy help me" over and over
again. Can you believe that ? In that situation I would recommend
calling the police and in a clear and loud voice But what can you
do if you don't have the brain. And of course it is a well known
fact that women just do have smaller brains than men.

I stayed still in my hiding place, and yes, I was a bit confused.
I wanted to have that young pussy but I had never raped anyone,
if we won't get my wife into the account. And I suggest that we
won't. It's nothing compared to the raping of a clearly underaged
girl in a park. But I was very tempted to do so. The guy had shot
his load in, so the lubricant was ready and the girl might have
got even pregnant to her rapist. That was the most exciting thing
in my mind so far.   "Fucking cunt whore slut, good ride, huh ?",
I said quietly and stroked my cock without having the courage for
the attack. Then the girl got up. She wiped her eyes and tried to
fix her ruined clothes hopelessly. She looked around with a
frightened look in her eyes, her make up was all over her face
and there was even some blood flowing out from the corner of her
mouth. A perfect slut.

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

When the slut was down on her knees, I kicked her ass and gave an
order:   "And now, whore, you will crawl back to the place where
you just got fucked, because you will get fucked again and this
time by a real man." Without a word she satrted to crawl. Her
face was covered with blood and there were big bruises all around
her tits. It looked so nice that I had to gently fondle myself at
the same time as walked behind her and kicked her ass from time
to time. Who the hell has given these women the right to think
that they are better than men ? If you take their so called
beauty away from them, they don't have anything. And after that
they are nothing. Or nothing else but a good fuckmeat for decent
men like us to satisfy our needs. That's the way it should be. I
really hope that everyone would realize that.

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

Just like the man before, I suddenly fell on top of Sher and my
weight forced the air out of her. I turned her around and started
fucking as brutally as I could. My cock slided into her pussy
without any problems, thanks to this unknown man who had left his
semen  inside inside the girl, just like he had been aware that I
was waiting in the line. Very friendly of him. With every thrust
the slut let out a moan, filled with pain. It was like a
counterpart of my pleasure which I felt growing stronger and
stronger with every thrust at the same time as I drooled and spat
on her face.   "Do you realize that you really deserve every bit
of your faith ?", I grunted in her ear.   "The young and
undiciplined brats, like you must be straightened up, Goddamnit.
Was it your mother that let you go to the park in the middle of
the night, huh ? What ? It's all your own fault. Can you feel my
big cock in your cunt, bitch ? Can you feel it, what ? It's going
to tear your little cunt apart. That's just what it's gonna do.
After me there won't be nothing left of that slit of yours. Well,
the previous guy just knocked you up and giving birth will be
much easier now without a cunt. Or shall we have an abortion
right away ? Just say because it'll be no problem for me." The
tears streamed down from her eyes and she tried to turn her head
away. All she could say was a constant repeating of the word
"no". A couple of times she even managed to produce as difficult
sentences as "please don't". I suppose she was in some state of
shock or something. I didn't know, and to be honest, didn't care.
I grabbed her hair and forced her to look into my eyes.  Then I
got up so that my slimy cock stood over her frightened face.  
"Look at a man's cock for once now, whore. Here you've got all
the equality you'll ever need." , I said and beat her face with
my tool.   "Okay, slut,now I'm gonna come on your face", with
this I stroked my cock a couple of times and got myself over the
edge.   " Oh yeah you fucking cunt, take it all, whore. That's
what you were made for."  I shot my jism straight on her face and
her eyes were covered with my cum. Before the last spurts I
thrust my cock into her mouth and just when she started to gag I
shot the rest of my load. Some of my sperm found its way into her
windpipe and that made her also cough but I didn't care.  I just
tried to force myself even further down her throat. Her coughing
and gagging felt like heaven on my cock. Then I got an idea and
pinched her nostrils shut with my fingers. After that she
couldn't breathe at all. Her eyes were filled with semen, tears
and panic and I'm sure she thought she was going to die. I smiled
and let her live with those thoughts for some ongoing moments.

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

The bar was full of people. Most of my friends were still sitting
there and everything should have been o.k.  But somehow I just
couldn't clear my mind of all the things that had just happened.
I was even starting to feel a bit scared. What if I got caught ?
I didn't regret a thing but I was worried. Even if my life isn't
actually filled with happiness, there's no sense to make it even
worse. On the other hand, who could suspect me ? 

Well, now I'm here telling all this to you and almost two weeks
have passed since I did the girl. Newspapers and the local TV had
reported the violent rape of a young girl but no-one seems to pay
any attention to me. The drunken girl hadn't been able to give
accurate marks of idetification of her molesters and anyway I
don't think that she is in a very good mental state after
everything that's happened to her. She may be ashamed of herself
and if you ask me, she really should. I suppose that they have
gotten her in some nuthouse to bullshit about her state of mind.
That's what they always do. The police has said that they don't
have anyone to bring under suspicion so far. Good old law
enforcement bureaucracy !  Fortunately the police force still is
mostly male, and of course men are usually on the side of their
own kind. The police really has much more important things to do
than babysitting. And now I have started to feel quite relaxed
and don't worry about this anymore.

But that night I didn't feel that way. I had no idea of how the
things would proceed. I didn't go and sit with my friends as I
usually do. I stayed alone, drank beer and thought. Everybody
thought that I had once again had a fight with my wife and left
me alone. But then I suddenly saw that very same, unknown man
that had been having fun in the park before me. And in that
situation it was quite clear that I had to change a couple of
words with the buddy. Maybe he could give me some advice.

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

A deep understanding grew between us. I felt relieved now that I
had had a chance to talk to someone. At least I wasn't in this
alone. We sat at the same table and went through our experiences.
The bitch's purse got some money in it, so we drank it away and
both of us agreed that the money was spent for a very good
purpose. We had some quite good laughs remembering the horrified
expressions of our slut. I can't even remember when was the last
time I had gotten away from the bar in such a good mood.

The unknown man, who wasn't really unknown anymore, he had
introduced himself and his name was Heinz Brunner, said he'd like
to go back and see if the girl was still there. I didn't like the
idea very much, but Heinz said that he was afraid that I might
have killed her, and if that was the case we should get rid of
her body. I agreed to that. We had to be very careful. There was
always the danger that someone had called the police, but our
fears were groundless. There was no-one at the place, except the
girl. She was in the position I had left her, but breathing
anyway, so I didn't have to worry about that. Propably she had
just passed out. Heinz thought about fucking her once more but
then he saw the condition I had left the girl in and lost his
interest. Anyway, we were quite drunk at the moment and the beers
we had bought with the girl's money were anxious to get out of
our bodies. So we decided to have some more fun and relieved
ourselves on the unconscious girl. Heinz had particular fun by
aiming his stream of urine straight to her eyes. We both laughed
and made jokes about that how her eyes would turn to look like a
couple of tomatoes in sockets beaten black and blue.
Unfortunately she didn't have any money to buy make-up that would
cover up the mess.

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

Feedback welcomed at: hans_schultz_2004@yahoo.com

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