extreme rape

This is one of my inputs to a thread "Would you?" on another vicious board. I thought you may enjoy it or what?

I have been revisiting this wonderful thread and venture to tell you a true family story (against better judgement I guess). My father grew up in the German town of Koeningsberg on the Baltic. My grandfather was a landowner, but also owned a big confertable house and several buildings and warehouses in Koeningsberg. At the end of the war, when the Russians came, my grandparensts with my father fled to the west leaving everything behind besides memories. My mother left my father when I still was an infant and my father later died in a construction accident. I grew up with my grandparents, stern and forbidding people. They scared me, never showing any affection.

One day, when I was about fourteen, my grandfather caught me molesting and hurting a younger girl who was at a summercamp for big city, poor children. I had fooled her to follow me under the pretext, come along to see the kittens. I knew my grandfather would kill me so I took off like lightning, leaving the girl with her hands bound behind her round a pole. Her pretty light summer dress drawn over her head and her panties at her feet.

I had the curiousity and good sense to sneak back, hower, and watched through a slit in the wall of the outhouse, my grandfather talking sternly to the girl while undressing himself, terrorizing and threthning the little girl, accusing her of trespassing, stealing and of lewed behavior. He let her off the pole, his dick had swelled enormously and I knew he was going to rape and hurt her much worse than I could have done. He lifted the summerdress over her head and led her naked, crying and pleading in a thin little voice to a large flatbench. My dick came up again real strong, I can tell you that. He was letting his hands roam her, probing and pinching and the best cries came from her sweeet little face when he let his big fingers press themself into her clit and thight little asshole. He then forced her on her knees, her upperbody pressed down on the bench, her littlle ass white and shiny ready for the assult. My grandfather spent more than two hours with his little plaything terrorizing and hurting her, raping her twice. I could see that he had done such things before and that he really enjoyed it. He also talked dirty to the girl telling her of other little playthings who had had a hard time in a land far away. I was not surprised when he told her she would be killed if she ever told anybody and he had fun half schoking her while saying this. i had till then the best time of my life watching and jerking off like crazy.

When I dared to go home that afternoon, still fearing the worst, my grandparents were in a surprisingly good mood. My grandmother was snickering, saying something about the apple landing close to the three or words to that effect. For the first time she gave me a big hug, while grandpa was smiling like crazy. No wonder I didn’t understand a thing. But my grandparents took a new interst in me and my grandpa started to tell me things from the old days that he knew I now would understand and appreciate. And this is how the story of the jewish mother and her three daughters came to light. And quite a story it is.

My grandfather evicted a family from one of his houses. When he took possesion, with my sixteen year old father at his side, he noticed that alterations had been made to the access to the attic. Loo and behold, what he found up there were the mother and daughters hidding out from the evil of the world in a small room buildt cladestinly in a corner of the big attic. They were scared, half starved and beautiful. Under the pretext of a better and safer hidding they brought the four to my grandfathers house at night. Thus started a more than two years nightmare for the little family. My grandmother hated jews and found it only proper to keep them as houseslaves and playthings for herself and the family. She liked terrrorizing and hurting them as entertainment and had nothing against her husband and son using them as sexslaves in the bargain. After all they were just animals not humans. I came to understand that rape and torture were a necessity for my grandpa and father. A very strong sexual orientation I guess and something I can understand myself. When he was telling me this story over a long time I was asking and inquering to get as many juicy details as possible. My grandpa really appreciated this and dwelled with relish on the details of the story. I am only giving you an outline here, really.

According to my grandpa my father took a shining to the mother. She was a little beautiful brunette with large, firm breast in stark contrast to her starved body (the breast are the last to go in a sever hunger situation), where you could count and feel every rib. She also had kept her firm little, wellshaped ass another great attraction to the two men. The girls were real skinny too and my grandpa started feeding them well as he liked a little flesh to the bones. The oldest had started to develop nice litttle tits and the next was spudding small appels. Tits too need feeding. But on my fathers insistace they kept the mother real hungry. My grandmother supported this. She new my gradpa’s craving for little girls and wanted to indulge him and at the same time keep punishing the mother through starvation. My grandma was a real mean caracter and apperently there was a competition sort of between her and my father on giving cruel attention to the mother. In the winter is was real cold in the big house, fuel was not easy to come by even for well off people and land owners. The war economy took its toll on everybody. The slaves had to share beds with the masters to keep them warm and happy every night. My granpa gladly took one or two of the girls to bed with him for wamth and a little fun and games, while my grandmother and father had to sort out who got the mother. According to granpa, grandmother got the upper hand most of the time and the jewess had to go to her chamber. Acccording to grandpa a lot more was going on in that bed than mere warming of cold bodies. He took pleasure in listening to the sounds, the cries,the pleading and grasping from grandma’s bedroom. Eventually my father took a strong liking to raping and hurting the oldest daughter and the competion ended. Anyway the four of them lived in a real hell for a long time before it all was over and my grandparets and father had the time of their life, being in total control and playing God. I wish I were there.

You may ask: A big house without guards. Why didn’t they try to escape? You must rembember there was a whole nation out there that wanted them dead. With nowhere to go, escape ment certain death. It also goes to show that opportunity is all what it takes. If you have the disposition that is. Of course you would, wouldn’t you? Tell us about it!
This grat story should have been on the Rape Board section. I bet the the poll would come out different. I would vote "You bet" anytime for an opportunity like this (whats wrong with you guys, you are on extreme board). Once in a lifetime! Moderators, can you move it to Rape Board so we can see what the perverted "public" really thinks? And please Mr. Arape give us more of the juicy details! What happend to the little family? I can hardly believe your grandparents just left them behind.