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Konrad is a handsome man. He believes that he is "God's gift to women." He loves them, but not in the way that nature intended. He is a damaged man, he has suffered rejection in the past and this has made him cruel and bitter. Now spite and punishment have formed part of his psyche, and this has moulded his attitude towards sexual relations with the opposite sex. Luckily for him he has often met new women on his travels, and he had become very adept at hiding his true intentions behind a facade of charm. Konrad enjoys sex and the rougher the better. He has found that some women are turned on by hard physical treatment and extreme pain. Even then he would find their threshold and he would often exceed it. He would leave them devastated. It really was too bad when that happened. But he got over it.Konrad leaves a trail of destruction which will culminate in murder. But in the end it will also result in a confrontation with a woman who is more than his equal.

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	13 février 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781838598334
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Copyright © 2020 Steve Eastwood

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Epilogue
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Berlin
Saturday 7 May 1949
Konrad was woken by the sound of trams outside his bedroom window. He’d had barely a few hours’ sleep, having got to bed around 7am after working through the night. It was always the same with night work. He could get off to sleep straight away but it only took some clown to sound his car horn outside in the street and he would be awake for the rest of the day. The alarm clock told him that he’d been reasonably lucky on this occasion as it was now 4.30pm. Konrad was a handsome devil. He was thirty-three years old, he stood six feet two inches in his stockinged feet and at 200lbs he was, in boxing parlance, what one might call a heavyweight with a powerful build. A shock of greased-back blonde hair completed the picture.
Konrad believed that, as far as looks were concerned, he was -“God’s gift to women-”, but he lacked confidence. As a late developer Konrad had suffered more than his fair share of rejection and this had made him bitter. He had always set his sights too high, aiming to impress and conquer the most attractive girls, but he simply could not sustain the necessary charm and influence and so he fell prey to mockery. Thereafter an element of spite and punishment began to form a part of his psyche and his attitude towards sexual relations with the opposite sex. He finally discovered that women who were less attractive were more likely to submit to his desires. He enjoyed sex with them and the rougher the better. Konrad even found that some were turned on by hard physical treatment and extreme pain. Not all of them responded in that way unfortunately, but he would find their threshold and he would often exceed it. He would, in many cases, leave them devastated. It really was too bad when that happened. But he got over it.
Konrad was due at work for another tour at 11pm. But he stayed in bed for a while longer before showering and shaving. He laid out his clothes for his next shift and then left the building to go out onto Potsdamer Strasse. Catching the eye of barmaids-, Silke and Ute-, as he entered the Gasthof Zehn, he acknowledged them by giving a cheery wave and then took a seat at his regular table. He ordered omelette and poms frits and he was not disappointed. The girls ensured that Konrad received the very best of service. He turned down the stein of beer that was offered to him as he knew that he would later be required to keep a clear head to do his work.
Although they were very flirtatious, he had no intention of trying to snare one of the barmaids, since they wouldn’t finish their shift until gone midnight and he needed somebody to satisfy him earlier. Anyway, he didn’t want a relationship, and he didn’t want to get involved with them. They were too close, and they might learn too much about him. No, he wanted to find someone anonymously. The sudden discovery of some sexual fascination from a new target. That was exactly what he needed. A predatory conquest. No compromise. He was, after all, an animal. An animal with a strong merciless instinct. He just wanted to take possession of a woman whom he could use in every way possible. Total power. Punishment. He was a man and all-powerful.
One day he would deal with the bitches in his past who had treated him with so much disrespect and disdain. He would make them pay.
Konrad, after eating well, left the Gasthof and continued along Potsdamer Strasse, making his way slowly towards the Tiergarten. This was Berlin’s inner-city park which was 210 hectares in size and among the largest of urban gardens in Germany. It had dense shrubbery and was the ideal theatre for fulfilling his needs.
It was now 7pm. He stopped off at a café, found a table overlooking the Tiergarten and drank a few glasses of Coca-Cola. Konrad waited until dusk before he made his move. He left the café, and crossed the main road into the wooded area to get the lie of the land and a closer look at any prey that was on offer.
He saw three young women who were busy strutting their stuff along Tiergarten Strasse. They were openly displaying their breasts to the drivers of cars that were passing. Two of them soon attracted punters and they each moved off in a car to conduct their business. This left one girl. Fortunately for Konrad this girl was the one he had set his sights on. He casually walked across the road and he observed the dance that unfolded before him. She writhed and massaged her breasts, enticing him, as he moved towards the object of his desire. She was barely twenty-two years old. Tall for a woman, she had shoulder-length blonde hair with long legs and an ample bosom. Although, clearly rough trade, she had classic good looks with high cheek bones. She wore flat shoes and a skirt that rode just above the knee. She was gorgeous.
Konrad found himself wondering why this beautiful young woman was offering herself for sex. Surely, if she cleaned herself up, she could do better in life, marry well, maybe, with the right sponsor, even secure a glamorous job as a fashion model or dancer. Konrad was transfixed by her beauty and he moved rapidly towards her, lest someone else get to her first. She acknowledged him with a mercenary stare and a forced smile.
There were no niceties, no introduction.
‘Hi baby. Wollen wir mit machen?’(Shall we play?) she said.
‘Was meinst du?’(What do you mean?)
‘Wollen wir ficken?’(Shall we fuck?)
‘Ja. Konnen wir,’(Yes,we can,) said Konrad. ‘Was kostet das?’ (What will it cost?)
‘Zehn mark.’(Ten marks.)
‘Nein, zu teuer.’(No, too expensive.)
‘Oder, vierzig zigaretten.’(Or forty cigarettes.)
‘Ja. Aber wo?’(Yes. But where?)
‘Kommen Sie mit.’(Come with me.)Konrad felt in his pockets and produced two packets of twenty Lucky Strike cigarettes which he handed to the girl. She took his hand and led him into the darkness of the wood. She took him to a clearing where there was a nest of grass and it was obvious to him that she had used this spot before. She immediately laid on her back, opened her legs and exposed herself to him. Even in the darkness he could see that she had no knickers but he was not surprised. Clearly, in her line of business, they were an unnecessary encumbrance.
‘Kommen Sie hier baby.’

Konrad, having taken out a condom, lowered his trousers and lay down on top of her. He entered her and started pumping away. This went on for ten minutes or so. It wasn’t love making. As far as she was concerned, it was supposed to be just a business transaction and the girl was starting to lose patience with him. She was used to a quick in and out. It was going on for far too long and she had other customers to service. After all, this wasn’t love. It was robotic sex. She needed the business and this man was taking up far too much of her time and attention.
‘Beeilen sie sich.’(Hurry up.)
He didn’t answer her and just kept ploughing away. Losing patience, she tried to wriggle her body out from underneath him. But Konrad was having none of it. He was determined to continue to his own satisfaction and tried to keep her pinned down, but she wriggled even more. He suddenly felt cheated and in order to keep control he moved his hands to her throat and squeezed. He became filled with anger and went into something of trance as he maintained his grip until he could feel that, after a time, the life had left her body.
Konrad paused for a few seconds and then turned his attention to her breasts. He ripped open her blouse. She was without a bra and this gave him easier access to her prominent nipples. He opened his mouth and covered her left areola clamping his teeth around her soft flesh. He bit down hard and as his upper and lower teeth came together her flesh became detached in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the woman’s flesh. He had inflicted his punishment and he felt the power surge through him. Yes. Another bitch dealt with.
After relishing the experience for a few minutes Konrad came to his senses and reminded himself that he was vulnerable to discovery. Glancing around the immediate vicinity he satisfied himself that he was alone and unobserved. He got to his feet and stared down at the woman who was lying semi-naked on the ground. She had her back arched, head tilted back and her tongue was protruding from one corner of her mouth. She looked, for all the world, as though she was playing the fool.
After straightening his clothing, he walked casually away through the Tiergarten, emer