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Bia - 33 Times Impregnated - "The Worst Rape in The History of Brazil" (?)
Bia - 33 Times Impregnated - "The Worst Rape in The History of Brazil" (?)
Bia
33 times impregnated –
"The worst rape
in the history of Brazil" (?)
Content
Foreword ..................................................................... 6
Notes on politically (in)correct language in this book ... 9
Bia and the tale of the "worst rape in Brazilian history"
.................................................................................. 14
Background information: The brides of drug gangs . 120
Background information: Girls prostitute girls .......... 124
Epilogue .................................................................. 138
About the author: ..................................................... 155
Foreword
When a girl is raped, she usually receives help,
psychological support, and the majority of society
does not condemn the girl.
However, when the girl is raped and beaten by
several men until she submits and promises to
become a prostitute and work for them, she must
henceforth open her legs to thousands of clients
without receiving psychological care. Society
assumes that there is no rape, since the customers
pay, even if the girl gets little or no part of the
money. The responsibility of the customer and
society ends with payment.
The girl only receives consolation, warmth and
solidarity from the other prostitutes, only in
exceptional cases from one or the other customer,
who sensitizes himself to the difficult situation of a
hooker. If she makes a very good job, she will get
warmth from her pimp, but this warmth is only
given for to make her work better. In truth, the
pimp feels nothing for his whores, or at most what
farmers feel for their animals, but most prostitutes
depend on that affection an do everything to
please their “master” and “owner”.
In their vast majority, they are not "depraved" girls
who see prostitution as a means of both pleasure
and quick money, but rather they have been forced
to sell their bodies. Some are forced by poverty
and circumstances and sacrifice themselves to
earn money for a child or a sick or needy relative
or family in general. Others are forced by their
families, husbands, fathers, mothers, stepmothers,
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Notice:
Photos and posts taken from social networks often
contain racist and other questionable content.
They have been taken verbatim so that the reader
can get an idea, and of course they often do not
correspond to the personal views of the author of
this book. Black or white bars were added by me.
Some names in the story were alterated.
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of course I was
supposed to stay
at home. But I
was in trouble, so
I roamed the
streets hoping I
could think of
something.
But I couldn't find
a way. I thought
about sitting down
on the floor and
begging, but of
course I was too
my pencil case
as a deposit.
In the
afternoon I
took a roll of
biscuits that
my mother had
bought some
days before,
ran to the
beach and sold
the biscuits
one by one at
the beach
kiosks, where
men sat
playing cards
or drinking
beer, or entire
families played on the beach.
I soon realized that hardly anyone was inclined to
buy a single biscuit from the supermarket, but if I
smiled nicely and accepted men patting my
cheeks, bare stomach, bare arms, thighs or
bottom, I would sell finally all. At night I dreamed
that the men were touching me, but while I was
stiff and scared that afternoon, I got aroused in the
dream, and when the men noticed this, they also
touched me on the most secret parts of my body.
I got 5 reals. A new roll of biscuits cost 1.50 real,
leaving me only 3.50. I handed this over to the
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difficult. He
asked me
why I wasn't
sucking, by
which he
meant oral
sex. I was
used to
hear about
the subject
from
school, but
had no
experience
yet, but I immediately asked what I could earn
doing so. He said that if I showed him that I could
do the art, he'd recommend a few friends who
would pay at least 2.50 each.
So, I relented and claimed that I had already done
it, but still had little experience.
He asked with whom I did it and I said a boy from
my school. He then offered to train me.
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The
mulatto girl
now made
friendship
with me
and walked
with me
arm in arm
through
school,
and her
older sister
used to pet
me. She
said she
loves
stroking
blonde hair
and white
skin.
"But…"
"Nothing but. I mean, of course it's your decision.
You're welcome to go to your... er, work. Then
you're dead tomorrow. Then you don't have to
work anymore. Is also good."
I stared at her. I only understood half of it, but
enough to know I had no choice.
So after school we walked up the hill. After about
500 meters the road made a curve, and after that
the multi-story apartment buildings suddenly
stopped and instead a swarm of small, self-built
houses, mostly made of the cheap red hollow
bricks, began. Graffiti was sprayed on many walls,
and sometimes very bold slogans such as "Police
Free Zone" or "CV", which means Comando
Vermelho (Red Command) and refers to the
criminal organization that rules here. Red no
longer has a political meaning here, but it is one of
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the largest
drug cartels in
Brazil, headed
by
Fernandinho
Beira-Mar;
however, they
were allied
with the left-
wing FARC in
Colombia. In
the favelas
and
construct a
roof terrace
at the top
and first
build the
corrugated
iron over it.
The roof
terrace is also hardly bearable in the afternoon
when the sun hits, although it is open on all sides,
but in the evenings you can sit and grill there, and
during the day one can dry the laundry there.
Where the corrugated iron is still missing above
the roof
terrace, you
can lie on the
concrete and
let yourself be
toasted like on
the beach. You
can often see
the girls there
in their tiny
bikinis that
disappear
between the
buttocks and
leave the entire
butt free as a
stimulating
eye-catcher.
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Amelia and
her sister,
the cheeky
mulatto girl
Cintia from
my class,
linked my
arm and we
proudly
walked the
small,
crooked
streets.
Milo lived
with his
mother in a
fairly large
house that
even had a
small
swimming pool, but from the outside it looked just
as unassuming as other rough, exposed red brick
houses. Amelia kissed him in greeting and Milo
kissed me gallantly on the cheek, which made me
feel very grown up. Then he said, "So you've
become a little lollipop succer."
Everyone grinned at each other and my heart
sank. I looked around uncertainly. Then he asked
me if I enjoyed my work. I said cautiously yes - I
didn't want to do anything wrong, but wasn't sure
which answer they would like.
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They grinned
at each other,
but then Milo
said, "Fine, I
love girls who
are
hardworking. I
called you
because I
wanted to get
to know you
once. Can you
show us how
you work?"
I didn't
understand at
first, but he
actually
demanded
that I kneel
down in front
of him and
show him how
to suck a man.
I knelt down
and hesitated, unsure of how to begin. Cintia
teased: "She doesn't dare. And she can't."
Then I pulled myself together, pulled down his
Bermuda shorts and underpants and was amazed
that the object was already jumping at me as hard
as a rock. I always had to do the preparatory work
for my customers.
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down in front of
Amelia and suck
her too while Milo
feasted on it and
she told me where
her favourite place
was and gave me
some general tips.
Meanwhile, Milo
unpacked a gun
from a box and
disassembled,
cleaned and
reassembled it as if
it were the most
normal thing in the
world. I thought it
was totally cool and felt like I were in a movie.
Then Milo said he thought we were both horny
good girls and he wanted to sleep with Amelia
once again. I was allowed to stay there and watch
the whole time, but they didn't touch me.
Milo said there was a party tonight and they were
taking me. I said, "But my parents..."
"You can call them."
So I called my mom and told her that my new
school friend Cintia had invited me to a little party
and I couldn't refuse. My mother was a bit
depressed, but I stayed firm and so she didn't say
anything more. And that's how I came to my first
"Baile Funk" (Funk Ball), a party with funk music. I
thought the ball would take place in a hall
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for Islamist
militias.
Cintia and I
showered
together, soaped
each other,
depilated,
applied lotion
and she showed
me where to put
a drop of
perfume on
hidden parts of
the body. Then
we did fittings
where we both
tried on her
clothes because I
only had my
school uniform with me. We had a lot of fun and
took a lot of time with it.
When we were done, Milo asked to see us. I was
wearing my own panties, and Milo found that
impossible. He ordered Cintia to give me her
panties, which were pink and very delicate, and
she got another one from the wardrobe.
Milo went accompanied by some of his men,
actually teenagers, and his girls, some of the men
were armed. He was the patronizing organizer of
the ball, I learned, and was greeted respectfully by
everyone. He introduced me to some good friends
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and said
proudly that I
was a city girl
and a good
“chupadora”
(succer).
I felt really
good and
found
everything
incredibly
exciting. I
could see
drugs being
sold all the
time, but Milo
didn't take
anything.
However,
once Milo
suddenly said to me while we were sitting with
some people in a corner with one of his confidants,
"Suck him, Bia. Show what you have learned.”
I hesitated, but the order had been clear, and I
didn't want to ruin the great atmosphere, so I did it
to that fellow, trying my best not to be seen as an
inexperienced beginner. He was pleased, too, and
expressed appreciation to Milo. There must have
been something about me that Milo liked too,
because he kept me for the rest of the party and
started giving me cuddles. Some girls looked at me
appreciatively, others widened their eyes. I
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At three o'clock in
the morning we
retired and of
course I couldn't go
home at that time.
To my great pride,
Milo took me to his
bed and
deflowered me. It
hurt quite a bit, but
my pride and joy
covered it up
completely.
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Of course, my parents
reproached me the
next day, but I was
able to convince them
that I couldn't turn
down invitations to the
favela because the
pupils from the favela
would see it as a
setback and would
threaten and bully me
at school. It was a
rainy Saturday, and I
went out in the
afternoon to visit my
clients. On Monday I
gave Cintia the money
but she returned it
and said I didn't need
to bring it anymore.
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I thought it
would be
easy for
her
because
her dad
earns
fairly
better
than mine,
but she
only
brought 5
reals. I
then
ordered
her to bring me 5 real every day as a punishment.
That only worked for two days. She even went to
our Portuguese teacher and said I was bullying
her, and we both had a talk with the teacher. I
quickly realized that he only spoke for good, but
didn't dare to do anything against me. When Vitoria
realized that, she started to cry, but that didn't help
her. I just told her to come to my place in the
afternoon and then we could talk about everything.
In the afternoon I had three guys from my
"bodyguard" and Cintia with me and I said that
Vitoria had to work so that she could bring me 5
real every day. Then we taught her to suck
properly. Vitoria is a very good student, and she
was also intelligent enough to recognize that
resistance was futile, and she gave in and learned
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quickly. I also
told her that I
had to continue
being her best
friend, what
she should tell
others, and
that she had to
sit next to me
again.
Then we three
girls left the
house
together,
followed by the boys, and I took them to my patron,
who was already longing for me, and explained to
him that my friend Vitoria would help me at work in
the future, she would visit the men every day. After
that we visited two more men and then we took her
home. Unfortunately, it turned out that one of the
men knew Vitoria and also her father, but he
promised not to betray her if she were always
particularly eager and tender with him.
he had to play
judge as the local
commander of the
CV, deciding
cases ranging
from divorce and
inheritance
disputes to rape
and disputes over
women or whole
houses.
Then I realized I
was five months
pregnant. The
child had to be
Milo's, but I wasn't
sure if one of my
clients could have gotten me pregnant during oral
sex, or maybe the calculation wasn't that accurate,
and the child was only three or four months old
and then it could be from one of Milo's colleagues.
Milo didn't change his behaviour towards me. I
don't know if he assumed the child was his or not.
Vitoria was docile and willing, submissive to me
almost as if she were my slave too, and brought
me the money every day, but once she told me
that one of the men wanted to sleep with her, and
he wanted her tied for to make bondage sex with
her. She didn't really want that and was afraid to
go to him because she feared that he would do her
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violence if
she just
sucked him
and refused
to do
anything
else. I said:
“You can't
let an old
bastard tie
you up and
fuck you.
You're my
girlfriend. I
am here to
protect you,
that's what
I'm your
girlfriend
for, right?"
could count on my
cousin getting a good
grade on his report card
again. When I noticed
that he cooperated so
quickly, I asked him if
he could do something
to help my cousin get
better in other subjects
as well. I said I'm sure
that he has friendly
contacts with some of
his colleagues.
He fussed and said he
couldn't guarantee that,
of course. I said that it
helped if he often
praised my cousin in the
staff room, because
then everyone would
have a good impression
of him and automatically rate him higher. Then I
told him that I had heard that he was particularly
fond of a slightly older girl from another class.
Everyone knew he gave her long looks and she
was gorgeous too, but she didn't want anything to
do with him.
"Do you just want to sleep with her, or do you want
to have her as a friend?"
"Well, I..." he defended himself. "I'm happily
married."
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"You're going to
sleep with him,
do you
understand? As
a token of your
agreement,
you're going to
ask him to drive
you home after
school today.
That's how he
knows you're
ready. He will
then explain
everything else
to you. You only
have to do it
once. If you don't obey, I'll hook you up and
prostitute you, and before that I'll break you in –
along with numerous other friends, of course.”
Although I told her she only had to do it once, she
must have been so frightened that she became
quite compliant. Anyway, after two days I was able
to catch the teacher by myself and gave him a
challenging look. He smiled and said, "Thank you.
And your cousin is okay.”
I grinned, "Did you like it? Is she good in bed?”
"Fantastic. And she promised we'd meet again."
This story greatly increased my standing in the
school, and everyone treated me with the utmost
respect. And I told my parents I was going with
Milo. They were shocked, but I foresaw it, and in
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the afternoon my
cousin came by
and spoke kindly
of me and the nice
friend I had. But
my parents didn't
really trust his
words either and
did everything
they could to
make it difficult for
me to visit the
favela.
So I asked the
Portuguese
teacher, who still
enjoyed his tender lover next to his "happy
marriage", to talk about me at the meeting with my
parents and to praise my nice and helpful friend.
Of course, he knew that my willingness to give him
a bedtime treat was based on Milo's power, and he
played his part, which reassured my parents.
me, even to
school, or left him
with the old
neighbour who had
already been so
useful in other
things. Since she'd
proven herself so
well, even Milo's
people trusted her
and had a few
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He looked at
me stupidly
and in
disbelief,
then he
suddenly
jumped up
just as one
guy was
done with
her, pushed
the next guy
back,
dragged the
girl off the
bed and
spanked her
ass in front
of all of us.
We laughed
tears. Then
he walked
away with
his head held high and just left the girl lying there.
The next guy came, grabbed her by the thick negro
hair and pulled her back to the bed, because only
half of the group had made it.
When everyone finally finished with the girl, she
stayed on the mattress, but I said to the last guy:
"Are you going to leave her there? Please bring
her with you.”
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He grabbed the
thing by the hair
and brought it to
me. When I saw
how dirty it was, I
got a fright and
looked at the guy
with some
irritation. How can
these guys lay
down on
something that
dirty? And what's
more in a country
like Brazil, where you shower constantly and keep
yourself meticulously clean!
"Go take a shower immediately," I ordered. "Don't
go into the house like that, the slurry is dripping out
of your legs, take a shower here in the yard!"
As in many places, there was a shower head in the
yard that you could just stand under. The water ran
into a gully. The water was cold, of course, unless
in the early afternoon, when the sun had previously
shone on the supply line. Then you could even
burn yourself on the water.
Suddenly disgusted by all the dirt, I asked one of
the boys to get a bar of soap and ordered the girl
to wash and rinse herself several times. I had
realized that I would bring her to my apartment
from time to time, and I didn't want any disgusting
things there, I wanted it to be nice and clean there,
also for my baby.
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When she
said yes, I
said lightly:
"Too bad, it's
all over, you
should have
said earlier.
But take the
stick and suck
and nibble on
it, it tastes
good too.”
She humbly
accepted the
stick and put it
into her
mouth. I
laughed and
said: "You
don't have to
take everything literally, silly, I didn't mean that
seriously."
She was startled and anxiously wanted to return
the stick, but I waved it off.
"Oh silly, you are a slut and you are silly. What
about to have a new name? Slut and silly? May I
call you Slully? May I?”
She didn’t answer. So I had to give her a light kick
with my toe on her nude ass and ask again: "May
I?”
"Yes, madame.“
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Shortly
thereafter, a
woman
appeared
carrying a small
child with a bad
leg in her arms.
A piece
protruded from
the ulcerated
knee,
supposedly a
piece of bone
that had grown
incorrectly. She
complained that
the health post
was not helping
her and that she
had no money
to pay for a
private
operation. She
asked me to help her that she could talk to Milo
and get help. With that she started to cry and said
that the child's leg had been like this for a year. I
comforted her and said I would intercede for her.
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It
courtyard and
found a plastic
packaging in
the toilet in the
slaughter-
house that
once
contained ten
rolls of toilet
paper. I took
out the rolls
and threw the
plastic for the
girl to make
herself a mini
skirt. When it
was done, I
made her
raise her arms
and wrapped her in toilet paper a few times at
chest level, making it look like a bra or top.
The Negro girl looked hilarious, and I and the other
woman had fun with that dolt. I let her walk around
the yard a few times and shake her butt like a
pretty girl and we laughed to tears. Then I sent my
girl home.
It was midnight when Milo finally arrived, and he
was in a good mood as the action he had
performed had been a success. That definitely
helped because he patiently listened to the woman
and promised to pay for a surgery.
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eldest sister
stood up in front
of me and said
proudly, "My
dad said Melina
is a whore and
we should beat
her up every
now and then if
she doesn't
behave."
I said, "Your
dad doesn't live
here, does he?"
"So what, but
he's my dad.
And Melina's
dad too, so he's
allowed to hit
her. Only the smaller children have different dads.”
I said: "Melina works for me. I forbid you to hit her.
Tell your dad so. If necessary, he should hit her by
himself, but only if she's done something wrong.
And he shouldn't hurt her, or I'll have his finger
broken. Tell your daddy that. Got it?”
The girl and her brother said politely, "Sim,
senhora." (Yes, mylady.)
always wanted
his house back
to rent it out,
but the wife
with the two
kids had put
him off,
promising over
and over that
she'd move out
next month.
Now the man
had thrown her
out on the
street by force.
He argued that
in the hut of the
woman's parents two other children besides
herself had already moved out, and therefore there
must be enough space for the woman to stay there
with her two children. The woman argued that it
was far too cramped there as the hut was small
and there were still 4 siblings living there and she
was penniless and could not rent anything.
The man had witnesses that she had been
unfaithful and was now a prostitute, so she was to
blame for the end of the marriage and she couldn't
be penniless either. The woman had witnesses
that her husband had been unfaithful at first, had
had mistresses most of the time, and that she had
only recently been prostituting herself as she had
no money to feed her children.
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There was
then a court
hearing
before Milo,
but it was
adjourned
like a real
court and
Milo had
two of his
"soldiers"
go about
getting
background
information
and he
himself
visited the woman's childhood home where she
was temporarily staying with her two children;
however, she had to sleep in the kitchen.
The next day more witnesses came and in the end
Milo called some confidants and me to give him
our opinion. It was a special honor for me because
he had several wives, but I was the only one who
was occasionally consulted on such decisions.
Everyone saw it, and I certainly rose in people's
esteem that day.
Milo ruled that the woman could live in the house
until the children were gone or of legal age and
ordered the man to pay his wife 150 real a month
in alimony.
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overheard several of
Milo's "soldiers"
there picking up two
submachine guns, a
machine gun and a
bazooka they
needed to secure a
mission because
there was a rumour
that the police might
get involved and
they would need the
bazooka against the
armoured police
cars and
helicopters.
As I found out later,
the police hadn't
turned up, but my
son had been keen
on machine guns from that day, so I allowed him to
play with them. After all, he was probably the son
of a commander. As he was so utterly serious and
happy lying behind the machine gun pretending to
fire at a whole company, we both laughed heartily
and I snapped some cute photos and a video. I
sent these to my cousin via WhatsApp and also
posted three photos on my Facebook. One of the
pictures even became known around the world
because it was published by a Catholic church in
Italy on a site about child soldiers and then shared
by others.
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chloroform) or
something
else in my
drink, anyway
I felt really
weird. He
kept showing
his friends
that I was
pantyless and
when they asked him how I tasted between my
legs, he said: "Try it yourself!"
I sat straddled on Eduino's lap, and the obnoxious
guy who had asked the question crouched down in
front of us and began to kiss and to lick my pussy
to everyone's applause. When he was done, two
others crowded in to do the same. Eduino
massaged my breasts possessively and I found
myself getting all wet and felt oddly light and like
on a spinning carousel that still goes up and down
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like a
roller-
coaster.
Then
Eduino
said:
"Come
on, you
bitch,
let's fuck
again."
He
dragged
me with
him, but
several
of his
friends just came along, so they took me to the
nearby "slaughterhouse". I fought back and didn't
want to go through the door and shouted: "I'm
Milo's wife!"
But Eduino hit me and asked: "Whose wife are
you?"
I repeated that I was Milo's wife and that if they
harmed me, they would regret it. Eduino grabbed
both of my nipples with his fingers while two
friends held me, pulled, pinched, and asked again
whose wife I was. I repeated that I was Milo's wife
because only insistence could save me now. They
had no way of knowing how Milo would react if
they had gone too far.
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I kept begging
them to let me go,
but they just
laughed in my
face and said:
"You like it that
way, you bitch.
Come on, spread
your legs, that’s
how you feel most
comfortable!”
I said that I will be
Milo's wife again
and that I will
punish them, but
they laughed and
said: "A girl in the
CV has to be able
to take that."
I started to cry, but they found that horny and
filmed my face with tears alternately with my
smeared pussy in close-up and watched the video
smirking while the next one mounted me.
Through the half-open door I could see the dimly lit
courtyard, and there were men, and sometimes
girls, standing around, talking, drinking, smoking,
and all acting like it was a regular party.
In any
case, it
was of no
use
waiting at
home. If
Milo had
given me
away,
Eduino
would
come for
me and maybe even punish me for running away
from him. If that were the case, I would have to
play his wife and be good to him so that I could
continue to have the protection of the CV. Of
course, my position of power would be gone, but I
had girls working for me and at least I would
continue to have enough money. And who knows
what the future would bring.
On the other hand, if it was just an apprenticeship
and I'm still part of Milo, it would be all the more
important to show my colours.
So, I went to Milo's house with my son in my arms
and sat in the courtyard. A child can also be a
protection, especially if it's Milo's son. It was very
hot, and in the evening Milo came into the
courtyard with a few of his people, grinned at me
and they sat down not far from me. I peeked at him
and when nothing else happened I asked defiantly,
"How was your night with the Patricinhas?"
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He grinned
again and
replied: "You
surely fuck
better than
all these
chicks
together."
I didn't know
now if that
included a
hint to my
performance
that night,
pretended
not to
notice,
grinned and
said:
"Thanks.
You too."
He grinned even more, called me over and said,
"Why did you do that shit?"
"With the photos? I'm sorry I wasn't thinking
properly."
"Yeah, yeah, you girls always say so. As if you had
no brains and were just faithful and stupid. But
when it comes down to it, we can see that you
have brains. Not only are there female politicians
and they are just as bad as the men, no, the Third
Commando (drug gang hostile to the CV) even has
a female commander here now, and she knows all
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Of course
I didn't
want that.
Because
then I
would
lose my
last
support in
the CV.
On the
other
hand, if I
didn't
report it,
how
would I
make my
parents believe that it was an act of rape without
my consent and not the act of a whore. I objected
that it was dangerous to report the CV, but my
parents said I only would report individual guys,
not the organization nor the leader, so they had
answers to all my objections, and I didn't know
anymore what to say and had only confusion in my
head; so they ended up taking me to the police
station and then to a hospital for tests.
I reluctantly testified. The video was proof enough,
so I didn't need to go into details. As I sat there
with the police, it kept pounding in my ear: A
member of the CV never cooperates with the
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I had lost
everything
and my life
was in
danger. So I
told the
police that I
will only go
along with
them and
testify if I get
a witness
protection
program so
that I can
start a whole
new life.
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least
one
minor
with
them,
who
then
carries
out the fatal shot or at least later claims to have
done it. He cannot be punished. When the police
catch someone like that, he usually says very
cheekily: "I'm a minor.")
In Brazil, such girls rely on their power as brides of
a drug gangster, or at least of a member of a drug
gang. They can
use it to
threaten other
girls: "If you
don't give me
any money, I'll
have your
brother shot."
It is usually
much more
effective to
threaten the
girl's family,
because when
the girl is
exploited to the
point of losing
self-respect,
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Epilogue
33 rapes are, of course, an extraordinary form of
brutality, and it must be emphasized that every rape is
a cruel, cowardly and destructive act. And the
perpetrator is well aware of this, and he quite
consciously destroys the victim's personality and life.
Most of the time, he doesn't rape because he assumes
the victim is agreeing, but he wants consciously to
humiliate her and break her self-confidence.
Of course, 33 rapes is not a record. Girls who are
forced into prostitution are often raped by many men in
an attempt to break them in and make them willing
cash cows for their pimps or "owners." Personally, I
was lucky not to have been raped by more than 20
men during my "apprenticeship", but I know female
colleagues who have had to endure many more. Some
had to perform oral service on men, sometimes
women, all night, and then they were "fucked" by
anyone who wanted to.
It is an old pimp tradition that a new girl who is to be
"made ready to be hired" must first orally satisfy many
people, often everyone present at the "housewarming
party" or “slut-warming party”, the traditional
inauguration party of a new prostitute. After often hours
of being naked and on her knees, sucking one after
another, she is raped until she has truly become a
whore in everyone's eyes, including her own. Only then
is the “fledgling hooker” allowed to sleep with paying
customers.
I know of cases when the girl sucked all night, about a
hundred people. To this end, those present at the
festival often call friends on their cell phones so that
the girl “has the chance to learn how to suck properly
with as many people as possible”. The debutante was
then raped by around 50 people who were still present,
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for many
people
everything
is fine. I
find that
absurd,
but the
majority,
or at least
many,
think it's
okay and
fair,
because a
certain
amount of
training,
violence
and acclimatization is necessary if the society wants to
have good hookers.
I quote here a passage from my book “Hooker’s Stories
Part II”, from the Brazilian edition “Contos de
prostitutas II”, which is also mentioned in my book “As
melhores enquetes do Orkut” (“The Best Polls of the
Orkut Network”):
A survey that was carried out several times was: “How
many people should a girl suck the day before starting
as a hooker?”
An explanation followed: “Imagine that you are the
owner or pimp of a beautiful filly. How many people
should she suck beforehand to make a good
inauguration? (When answering, keep in mind that it
takes about an hour to serve ten people, so sucking a
hundred times will take all night.)”
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As previously
explained, would-be
hookers are forced to
perform oral service
on everyone present
at the "housewarming
party" on the eve of
their "launch". Many
women are shy and
don’t want her pussy
licked in front of all
the guests, but at
least for all men it is a
matter of honour to fill
the mouth of the
soon-to-be slut. The
celebration often
takes place in a club
or a large private
house, where usually 20 to 50 people commemorate,
but sometimes more than a hundred, which then
means 10 to 13 hours of hard work for the "trainee".
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Sucking 50 times
In the first few days after I
had become a prostitute,
my pimp took me to a
festival. I had to get
naked and on my knees
perform oral sex on
everyone present, about
twenty men and about
twenty women, mostly
other hookers. At first
they let me work, but after
a while the spectators amused themselves by slapping
my bare bottom and grabbing between my legs from
behind. And yet they expected me to keep going with
zeal and focus and even showing passion, as they
said. The ones I was serving held my head by the hair
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Ceyla, from
Belo
Horizonte:
218 guys in
30 hours
"When I was
a utterly
enslaved and
subjugated
whore, my
owner
sometimes
brought me to
construction
sites or mines
that employed
many,
sometimes
hundreds of
workers. I had
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acquaintanc
es to
"celebrate"
with him,
and they in
turn call still
more friends.
Slavery
existed in
Brazil until
1889, and owners could not only legally rape but also
mistreat, hang naked, torture or flog slave girls and
women, and child molesters could legally buy
themselves a little Negro girl or become friends with
slave owners, or a tutor, overseer, pistoleer, or
craftsman on a farm, and, with permission of the
master, abuse the helpless slave girls. My book “The
Indio Girl” reports on this, among other things.
Dear Reader
Petala Parreira
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