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The Beginning
Born in November 11th 1903 in a back room of a slum in the docklands of Hamburg the son of a ‘bar hostess’ and an unknown father life did not seem to have much of promise for Heinrich . That he survived infancy owed more to good luck than any loving mothers touch. His earliest memory was of his mother and one of her clients. He was about 5 or 6 at the time and his mother was trying to get her client to wait till she got Heinrich out of the way. The man, in Heinrich’s memory he was over 2 metres tall and built like an ox, was having none of it. He had paid and he wanted his fuck right now. As his mother turned to Heinrich the man grabbed her hair and ripped off her bodice then sank his teeth into her left tit. His mother pulled away and screamed in agony then the man hit her across the mouth and punched her full force in the belly. She dropped like a stone with blood oozing from her tit and her mouth unable to scream but sobbing as she tried to suck in breath. She tried to lie on the floor and draw her legs up to her belly but her client rolled her face down and pulled her skirt up, kicked her legs apart and ripped her knickers off. As Heinrich cowered in the corner the man then undid his own trousers and revealed an enormous erect penis. The man knelt between Heinrich’s mother’s legs and with his hands round her waist pulled her upper body up and towards himself. Then reaching round from behind her waist he grabbed a tit in each hand. The sobbing woman let out a moan as he started kneading her tits like lumps of baker’s dough. The flow of blood from her left tit increased and her moans reached a wail then a shriek as the man thrust his prick balls deep into her cunt in one movement using her tits to pull her body onto his weapon. In and out he rammed into her using her tits as handles to reinforce the power of each coupling. After five minutes, it seemed to Heinrich to be for ever, the man grunted to Heinrich's mother that his back was getting tired and that if she wanted to get her five marks she would have to earn it by getting on top and riding him like a racehorse jockey. When his mother willingly and immediately obeyed Heinrich was shocked. He was fascinated by the sight of her tits swinging violently from side to side as she rode her client’s monster cock. The man soon had the nipple of her right tit between his teeth. She moaned as he rolled it between his teeth and she squealed – it couldn’t be in pleasure – as he give her tit a nip any time she slowed down or failed to pound her cunt lips into his ball sack. After another 10 minutes the man started a low grunting and began to call his mother cunt, whore, pain slut, bitch and then the rhythmic movements ceased, there was a sort of judder and the man and his mother separated. That’ll be seven marks, five for the fuck and one each for my bodice and knickers, his mother said. Her cheeky and matter of fact voice amazed Heinrich who had believed his mother would be in a state of shock. Like hell, the man responded, you’ll take five and be satisfied, he said, throwing the five marks on the floor. His mother bent down to pick up the money and the man pulled up his trousers and left. This memory was so vivid that no other memories of childhood remained with Heinrich into his adult years.
Up until he was approaching his eleventh birthday Hamburg was a busy, growing cosmopolitan port. There were always units of the Imperial German Navy in port and business was brisk for the whores – the hostesses - in the bars. Even though she was now in her mid thirties his mother could still attract her share of clients though it seemed to Heinrich that she was more and more often bruised. She claimed it was from walking into doors or falling down stairs. The outbreak of the First World War changed many things. Inside three months the blockade had reduced port traffic by over seventy percent. The sailors in the navy got much less time ashore and times were hard. There was still food available. Perhaps even more than before since the plunder from the invasion of Belgium and France was arriving back in the fatherland but demand for pussy was right down with so many men away to the front. So Heinrich had to start more and more to look after himself. For his eleventh birthday he stole a watch from a drunken Danish sailor but was spotted by one of the sailor’s comrades and had to jump into the dock to escape. The watch, surprisingly still worked even after its soaking but it took Heinrich over a week to fully recover. The water in Hamburg dock in November is not a pleasant swimming pool. His prospects of survival increased greatly when he became a member of a gang. Mostly the other gang members were only a little older than Heinrich but the boss was all of 20 and had deserted from the Navy. The gang's main sources of income were protection, theft and prostitution and directly or indirectly the gang was involved in them all. Meantime his mother had left the bar and taken up a job as a live in housekeeper for a once wealthy older man. He had owned shipping and import export interests in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. The war and the blockade were having a catastrophic effect on his business and he was liquidating assets in preparation to moving to a home he had in Munich so as to be nearer his Swiss interests. He was man with a dark reputation who was known to be violent and to have unusual sexual appetites. Heinrich’s mother was the only applicant for the post. In early 1917 he moved and took Heinrich’s mother went with him. So at 13 Heinrich was alone in Hamburg running with a criminal gang. As the war dragged on and the blockade tightened the food supply in all of Germany became worse and worse. This was an ideal situation for a criminal group and Heinrich moved up in the gang and became one of their agents selling food on the black market and looking after rent collection in some warehouses that had been split up into 'rooms'. He was wholly accustomed to seeing others suffering and had grown up without any vestige of empathy or compassion. People were never more to him than a good pair of shoes and often much less. Their needs and aspirations meant nothing to him. He delighted in making the unfortunates he had business dealings with perform all sorts of degrading acts merely to be allowed to do business with him. This started when a woman had come to him begging to be allowed to drop a week behind in her rent for the hovel the gang let her and her children live in. When she said she would do anything to be allowed to stay he had her strip naked. He then made her put her hands behind her head and 'dance' for him. This was little more than flapping her tits about and thrusting her hips forward to show off her cunt. She sobbed quietly all the time her ordeal went on. He felt his penis start to harden and liked the feeling. He said he would allow her to stay for the week and she dropped on her knees at his feet and thanked him profusely. After he had given in the weeks takings that week he had learned three things. One – the gang had no accounting system and no one noticed that his takings were less than the week before. Two - he enjoyed the feeling of the power he had over the people of the block where he was untercapo for the gang. Three - there was scope for him to experience more pleasure out of his position than he had realised. He resolved to explore the limits.
Days with 'dancing' women continued and grew into weeks with Heinrich becoming less and less satisfied. Then the 'rules' became that if Heinrich didn't ejaculate over the cunt's tits she didn't get the week free. By now he had become untercapo in charge of the rent scam for four blocks and all the women knew the score. He strutted about with a British Army Officer's swagger stick that had been brought back as a war trophy and acquired by his runners. Finally a woman – old by Heinrich's standards – who must have been about 45 was brought in one afternoon. She was due two weeks rent and had avoided his runners the week before. That was not acceptable and Heinrich made as if to bring his swagger stick down across her rump. She pleaded with Heinrich to let her off and started to strip off her clothes. Her tits hung low on her chest from breast feeding but in her emaciated state they were little more than flaps of skin. As she threw her body about they flapped from side to side and smacked loudly against her body. Her hip bones stood out and she it was clear to see she was near to starving. She could see that no matter how frenzied her 'dance' became it was having no effect on Heinrich and, in despair, she took hold of his limp penis and started sucking it. This was the first time any of the women had been so bold and in such dire straits. Up to then it had been enough to rub their tits and nipples on Heinrich's prick to get him to shoot his load. As she worked on him his penis hardened and Heinrich decided that he could not let this cunt take control. Remembering his early memory he demanded, 'Get on top and ride my dick like a racehorse jockey. If I am satisfied I might not kick you onto the street.' The bitch obeyed immediately and that is how Heinrich lost his virginity. As she rode Heinrich started rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and was surprised when they started to swell. 'Lean forward cunt' he said, in as near as he could to a grunt, and he took her left nipple into his mouth biting quite firmly. With a low moan the poor woman picked up her pace and drove down on her bony lower body grinding her clitoris onto Heinrich's navel. Every time he bit the more she moaned and tried to get him to come. Too soon for Heinrich but not soon enough for the poor cow she succeeded and Heinrich ejaculated into her. He decided, however, that she still had to be punished for evading his runners the week before and that the punishment would be to receive six strokes with the swagger stick. Two of the runners held her arms extended behind her back so that she was forced to bend forwards at the waist. The first stroke was delivered to her arse. She squealed and trembled at the knees. The second brought up a clear welt and a spot of blood where it crossed the first. By the third her whole body was shivering and she was sobbing uncontrollably. To Heinrich this was becoming a perfect day. An extreme feeling of pleasure at the total control he had as he delivered the punishment to the hapless woman was even more than he had experienced while she fucked him. With the fourth her arse was criss crossed with weals and her pale skin looked like a noughts and crosses grid. Blood was oozing from her cheeks and she was pleading, 'No more on my poor bottom. Please please capo anywhere else but no more on my bottom.' She didn't realise it but Heinrich had already been attracted to her tits which were hanging down low and swaying backwards and forward from her chest. 'All right' he said, in his best grunting voice. So Heinrich drew back and swung the swagger stick into the flesh of her right tit. The force was such that the tit seemed to wrap round the swagger stick then it rebounded off. With a shriek of 'Nooooo' she was paralysed with shock and Heinrich repeated the dose to her left tit. The poor cunt collapsed with pain and lay shaking and sobbing on the floor. His runners were shocked at the effect on the woman. So was Heinrich but he knew that he could not let his runners know that. In any case his shock was at the pleasure inflicting the pain on the poor woman gave him. He said, 'Get this piece of trash out of here. Tell her she can have till next week to pay when she comes to. Make sure that all the tenants know what might happen if they try to avoid you in future.'
The way that the gang was organised with the boss, then a group of capos who controlled all of the gang's operations in a roughly six block section of town. Each capo had untercapos who controlled individual money earning operation for the gang. The lowest members were the runners who carried out the bidding of the more senior members.
Promotion to Capo came rapidly to Heinrich and at 14 he was in charge of six blocks. Times in Hamburg were very hard and many of the people were near starving with the Royal Navy blockade and the collapse of the agricultural system. When news reached Hamburg that there had been a mutiny in the fleet just along the coast at Wilhelmshaven and that some of the crews were trying to set up a communist state the whores in his brothels started agitating to form a union to improve their conditions. They seemed to be led by Ilsa who had always been a rebellious bitch. The boss called in Heinrich and 'suggested' that he should get it sorted and in way that would mean that no piece of whore cunt would ever contemplate being so uppity ever again. So far as Heinrich was concerned Ilsa was only a piece of stock and had no personal rights. He assured the boss that he had something special in mind for Ilsa that neither she nor the rest of the cunts would forget it in a hurry and that he planned to deal with it that very night. He would have no truck with a system that did not reward initiative, ingenuity and skill. From each according to his abilities and to each according to how much he can grab suited Heinrich much better.
He told his block untercapos to bring one tart from each of the local brothels round his area to the brothel where Ilsa plied her trade. When they arrived they were taken to the kitchen. There the tarts were tied to chairs each facing the back of the chair, stripped to the waist and told to shut up. Ilsa was dragged in cursing and swearing but when she saw the other tarts she became quieter as she feared that there might be real trouble in store. Heinrich took centre stage 'Right you cunts. This bitch has been trying to stir up trouble for me. I will not stand this cunts rebellion and you are to witness the price she will pay for being an agitator.' was Heinrich's introduction to the events to come. 'Tie that slag on the table face up.' he ordered his runners. In spit of fighting as hard as she could inside a couple of minutes Ilsa was bound on her back to the kitchen table. Each limb was tied to a leg of the table. 'Start by stripping the clothes off the bitch.' was Heinrich's first order. That only took seconds and 'Take the straps to her.' followed almost immediately. The 'straps' were army belts but the Got Mitt Us buckles had been removed. Then the runners hit Ilsa all over her body bringing up red welts all over her skin. Ilsa barely whimpered since she had endured this form of punishment before. 'Enough' said Heinrich much sooner than the runners and the watching 'witnesses' had expected. 'Ilsa' Heinrich said, 'you have endured that so well I've decided to award you the order of the Iron Cross.' Among the many items that distraught women had offered Heinrich to try to get him to let them stay in their hovels without paying were various examples of the Iron Cross. In the kitchen was one of the old Victorian style kitchen range and, before anyone else had entered the room Heinrich had put three examples onto the cooking plates. 'Tie her down tighter. Put a rope round her waist and strap her thighs to the corners of the table. I don't want her moving.' he ordered. Since Ilsa's head hung over the end of the table Heinrich ordered that it was raised up so that she could see what was going to happen to her. 'Now ladies I award the Iron Cross, Second Class to this cunts left tit.' Heinrich said. With a pair of pliers he lifted the medal off of the kitchen hot plate and laid it down on Ilsa's left tit. There was a piercing scream, a sizzling noise and a the smell of burning flesh. After about two seconds Heinrich lifted the medal off removing some skin as he did so. Ilsa had passed out. 'Wake the bitch up. She's to be conscious for all of this and to know what is happening.' barked Heinrich. A bucket of cold water and smelling salts produced the required effect and Ilsa's head was again lifted up so that she could see. 'Please master, please please no more. I've learned my lesson please no more. I'll do everything you say. Please capo no more pain. I can't take any more.' Ilsa pleaded. 'But you know Ilsa that's not possible. I've made all these arrangements and invited your friends along to see you getting decorated. Your right tit can't be allowed to be jealous of your left tit.' said Heinrich softly 'Now dig deep into your courage comrade and enjoy the pain.' With that Heinrich picked up the pliers again and reaching across the range top picked up another medal. 'And now to this whore's right tit the award of the Iron Cross Second Class.' he said. Once again he pressed the heated medal into the whores tit and she screamed with pain as it branded its shape into her breast flesh for ever. Again she screamed and passed out but was brought round by the runners throwing cold water in her face and passing smelling salts under her nose. 'Please please have pity she moaned. My tits oh my poor tits they hurt oh how they hurt. No more please please. I'll cause no more trouble. I'll do whatever you want master any time anywhere please no more pain.' she sobbed. Ilsa was just able to mumble the words as the pain was driving her crazy. 'Now now Ilsa you still have the First Class to get. I wonder where we can award that?' said Heinrich . 'Pass me my stick' he said to no one in particular as he walked round the table. One of the runners passed it to him. He then used the tip to start to rub Ilsa's clitoris to get it engorged with blood. Soon it was aroused but with the pain from her tits Ilsa did not realise what Heinrich was doing.. 'Ah, I see we have a volunteer standing to attention.' Heinrich mocked the poor woman 'Always better to have a volunteer when we look for a candidate for the Iron Cross First Class.' With that he lifted the medal with his pliers and pressed it down on her swollen clitoris pushing it down and holding it there for several seconds. This time as well as the smell, the sound of burning flesh and the screams of the unfortunate Ilsa a stream of urine shot across the room as she lost control of her bladder. It all added to the hellish scene. Ilsa would never again enjoy clitoral stimulation as the Iron Cross branded onto her had burned off her nub. The unfortunate bitch stayed conscious through this branding but only because her pain sensors had switched off and she had now lapsed into a semi-comatose state and was completely incoherent.
'Right cunts' Heinrich said to the 'witnesses', 'Take what you've seen as a warning to all of you. If any of you want to risk crossing me believe that I will make sure that you will suffer much worse before I'm finished with you. Runners. To make sure that these cunts don't forget the message take the straps to them then send them back to their brothels.' With that Heinrich left the kitchen and as he went out said to the madam 'Send me up a fresh piece of cunt. I feel randy as hell.' He had never before experienced anything which had excited him so much sexually and he was determined that he would know the sweetness of that again soon.
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