The 500th of my humble mental effusions
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Our family Bible has always shared the fate of its owners.
Generations edified by its contents before and while it emigrated with my ancestors to Russia to the beginning of the 19th century and returns hundred years later.
2nd letter from Smolensk
Epilogue
It contains some private testimonies of the era, among other things someone has pasted in two old stained letters.
This fact and the Sütterlin script, no longer used today, written by an untrained hand, protects unsuspecting child eyes from their piquant texts!
As her guardian, my grandmother's refusal to read these letters to us has always fired my imagination.
Inheriting her responsibility after decades, first, I had to learn to read Sütterlin and spend nights deciphering until a window opened back into history.
The easiest to decipher was the simple dedication written underneath, in solemnly neat handwriting of the person who had pasted these letters:
May God forgive them
With love, Magdalena
Mayence at Christmas day, in the year of our Lord 1812
Of the two letters, the second in particular is very difficult to read. Some drops apparently washed out the still fresh ink while it was written.
The moving content, a confession of two rapes, corresponds to the spirit of the times.
Its author lived in the era of storm and stress, the Weimar Classicism. As a result of the age of Enlightenment and Revolution,
people saw themselves as individuals who could react to external influences with their own actions.
Driven by the heroes of novels, youth rebels against old traditions, suicide becomes popular among unhappy lovers, now the 2nd letter:
Smolensk, 20. September A.D. 1812
Dear Lorenz,
Forgive my many lines brother, they may be my last.
By the time they reach you, their author will have long since gone to hell!
The bells of our Mainz cathedral will call for me in vain.
Battlefield fever! The touch of hell rises from my wound.
The arm must be sacrificed, the surgeon says. Life isn't worth living as a cripple.
Devil! There he sits, waiting for the soul that has been prescribed for him since I ignored our sisters' pleas under the aqueducts!
Instead, I watched spellbound as you tampered with her immaculate purity!
Since that night of St. John, guilt and desire likewise have sat as thorns in my soul.
Mephistopheles* is an evil fellow, tempting us to forget all nobility, to use rough superiority for taking possession of the delicate creatures?
It is done!
The Violation of my sweet Chaja shall have been my last misdeed on earth.
In death-defying youth, I strained my freshly healed wounds. The pleasure seemed worth every risk! Honestly, there seems hardly a better reason to die!
Her blood is on me, I'll take it with me on the pyre.
Fortunately, we have made our peace.
The good soul thus protects herself from ill repute, and me has nothing to forgive.
So I could persuade my belle to write this for me by claiming it to be my confession.
I promised my family would show her gratitude if she would only post this letter.
The girl is nowhere near as naive as I thought of her.
The pure soul doesn't even look up from her writing as she explains:
She is not doing this for me but for YAHWE and my dear, caring ones at home!
Oh, Lorenz! I was blinded by desire and did not see her love. Instead, I became a victim of my own baseness.
WHY? As a consequence of my misdeed, my fallen angel asked, why I took from her by force what she would have lovingly given me had I only was more well?
Nothing more bitter than to have lost her heart in exchange for simple pity and eternal damnation.
Who but you, brother, could understand me better?
You may have your déjà vu as you read my detailed account:
After the letter sent to you in advance had been sealed and posted, Mephisto gave me the opportunity I had longed for the very next day!
The French city commander of Smolensk had obliged all healthy men to do regular clean-up work. This included Chaja's brothers.
Consequently, the mother had to do their business. In the morning, I watched her pack up supplies and take over the sons' business, setting off with a pannier full of trade goods on her back.
That gave me a few hours alone with Chaja!
I could hardly wait for her mother's footsteps to fade away when I was already calling for my Samaritan!
You can hardly imagine how it was in my gloomy chamber, which was previously the mother's bedroom.
Their huts are made of simple wood and are not painted. Over the years, it becomes completely dark inside from dust and smoke.
Sparse daylight penetrated through a covered window frame. The family had to save on candles as much as possible.
Here the girl came flying in with a light heart, like once our blossoming sister, and with her charming appearance, she immediately put the sting of desire into my loins.
Her fresh scent, which followed on her heels, made her all the more desirable!
Since I was feeling better, she had made it a habit to take off her apron first.
She was probably also biting her reddening lips. I wonder if she was helping the appearance of her big eyes with coal.
So I immediately explained to her my plan to get up and use the pot myself.
I will never forget the sweet joy that alternated with concern on her lovely face.
Just like a caring mother! Just you wait! I want to give you a child!
I asked her to help me stand up.
I deliberately positioned myself shakily weak to clumsily grasp as many of her female forms as possible.
Oh, Lorenz! Now I know what Magdalena's curves felt like for you.
My Chaja might have thought it was an accident as I shifted her bodice in search of support, managing to undo the loop of lacing on her slender back.
Call me a devil!
I gave the delicate girl her hands full, supporting the big guy rather than her worrying about this. Pretty rosy cheeks she got from her care.
Carefully she helped me to kneel down and handed me the pot before preparing discreetly leaving the room.
"Silly child! How am I supposed to hold the pot with my injured arm and at the same time urinate? Be so good and hold the pot!"
The unaware temptress blushed, embarrassed at my request after done so much discreet support before, but fortunately saw the need!
There she squatted in front of me and demurely averted her eyes while holding the chamber pot.
Her shirt had half-length sleeves, with a delicate frilled cuff at the bend.
I gazed devoutly at her bare, well-shaped forearm.
Following a diabolical inspiration, I directed the golden ray at her delicate hand!
Have you ever tasted such a thing, brother? Crude fun demands crude words: I found it highly arousing to watch the piss dripping from her fingers.
Of course, she gasped in fright and barely managed to hold the pot in front of the bubbling fountain.
"Watch it!"
I played indignantly, forcing her to pay attention to my cock, which I bow towards her in all its glory!
Feigning relief, I accidentally pissed on her skirt before the wet blessing broke off.
There we were, kneeling on the floorboards, panting in front of each other.
The blood rushed in my veins and now drove the hard-on ticking up in front of her beautiful eyes.
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as our eyes met, and she understood...
I did not give her a chance to escape!
Chaja squealed in fright when her supposedly weak patient was suddenly revealed as a ruffian!
The chamber pot flew with a thud as I grabbed and flung her onto the rumpled bed!
"By the Eternal! The wound, master! Careful of the wound!"
Had the child nothing else in her beautiful head?
Even before she could wriggle away, I threw myself over her!
I wanted to see the beauty of the creation I took possession of, just as you tore off Magdalena's clothes before you violated her, brother.
The longing for such a sight caused me many restless nights. Now it was payday!
"Nieee! Niet!"
Her plea fell on deaf ears.
The seams cracked, and her delicate skin got many a scrape as I ruthlessly tore off her clothes!
It is perfidious. Nature may have thought of something when it made the women so conquerable.
My Chaja bucked under me like a young filly, in vain!
How many hours had I gazed at her heaving bosom when she sat at my camp?
At last, my rough hands could feel her tender breasts! Lorenz, I felt what you felt then!
A woman's breast, tantalizingly soft and yet firm with cute teats to bite into!
"Will you stop scratching!"
One hand bravely packed on her throat, I pressed my girl by the neck into the pillow!
Deprived of air, she rolled her eyes.
"You are mine! Will you be good?"
What else could she do? She was already helping me because I was pulling her hair.
The girl trembled with fear as she plucked her braids apart for me.
In her watering eyes, I could see her fear that this ain't wasn't all.
Her thighs pressed against me in a futile desire to close her legs.
As long as I knelt between them, she couldn't do it!
After her hair fans silkily on the pillow, I took my time to admire Chaja's beauty.
How much her petite body resembled Magdalena's, except our raven, my Chaja has sparse red-gold hair on her mons veneris.
While my hungry eyes memorized the sight of her feminine curves for eternity, the girl beeped and squealed unhappily beneath me.
Paralyzed, she stares at my quivering privates.
Fearfully measuring the size of this barked daimonic monster with its bulbous, appetite drooling skull.
I don't know how long we looked upon her, me and my menacing spit.
One hand rests brutally on her throbbing neck, ready to squeeze at any time if she didn't acquiesce my other feel her feminine curves.
Everything wanted to be touched and felt, even if it was the last thing one did. No circumstance drove me to haste, only my desire.
Blood gradually seeped down my arm from the opened wound. I noticed it as red streaks marked the paths of my fingers across her sweeps.
Chaja gasped in horror. All her efforts, in vain...
I, on the other hand, had long since been enraptured by her beauty. Nothing in the world could stop me from pouring my seed into her!
Sweat and blood draw a fantastic painting on the trembling, flawless girl's body.
Just as you had squeezed Magdalena's air back then, I persuaded my Chaja to spread her slender legs for me in this way while I tore my shirt off with my arm covered in blood.
Skin to skin, without disturbing covers, our hot bodies should nestle against each other. I wanted to feel my Chaja gasp and spasm as I drove into her.
Like you did into our sister.
Oh, Lorenz!
Was Magdalena's womb the same heaven as Chaja's?
Her small soft pouch sucked hungrily, tickling my bursting plump glans!
It's as if nature was forcing her to reproduce against her will.
I fought against the irrepressible desire to come, to no avail! The pent-up lust broke its way.
Chajas sweet mouth forms a mute O in horror as her virginity broke and my seed spurted into her in supreme lust!
My throbbing soul nail invaded so deep while my arms slang her back.
With all might, I pressed her against me, squashing her firm breast, leaving her nothing but to make her breath with her womb inhaling my semen!
I felt her kind heart beating so furiously.
My Chaja was buried entirely under my lust, showered with sensual kisses while my itching glans launches its brisant fireworks inside the girl!
Afterward, I rested on her sobbing body.
You let Magdalena run then... But I had not had enough by a long shot! For a whole day, I owned her, used her.
Consuming desire and the sensations of her skinny petite body beneath me soon made my privates swell again and again.
"Uhnn...niet..."
Sweet her plea as she felt my awakening in her womb. Ignoring a NO is usually over all nations.
Fresh on the next attack! My sweet Jewess!
Arms stemmed on the sheet against her waist; she couldn't escape. I started to fuck her in the sweat of my brow, like a lord of the manor!
My rude onslaught took her breath away while her fingers clawed the sheet instead of me!
With each of my intense impacts, I'd nail in the memory of me conquer her soul forever as a gift for her charity.
"Yes, my beauty! Just hold on tight for my spirited ride!"
I fucked her breathless, defenseless, so I could turn her upside and down till I was spent!
She was good faking her misfortune.
But more than once, she had her share, tensioning her fabulous tummy, clamping my bum.
Chaja will stay nothing of mine.
I do not like to be buried far from home.
That is why I made her promise to burn my mortal remains. This unchristian request is almost unbearable, especially for my beloved devout Jewess.
She presses her ears not to hear me saying I'll go to hell anyway.
I ask you, esteemed brother, to visit our sister and align her with my regret of not have helped her.
That's what was left.
Chaja has to be my Opium; fever is rising by the hour...
Farewell,
George
*Mephistopheles or Mephisto: The Devil in a drama of J.W. Goethe