Set your wayback machines for the late 70s because its gonna be a bumpy ride!

  There I was, circa fall of 79. Some kid, one I'd never seen before or since came walking up to me in the official Bay City Child Rape and Torture Center, uhhh... oops, I mean The Homosexual Rape Capital of America's largest school.

  He jokingly asked me how I'd liked my summer vacation?

  I remember telling him "It seemed too short".

  Laugh and mock, its what the Child-Molestors are, its what they do, its their "winning formula".

  He told me to dig deep into my memories. He told me that he, Duh Jerk, and a choice group of teachers from T.H.R.C. of A.L.C. had spent the last few months forcing drugged and sleep-deprived me to repeat Nazi doctrine. He bragged that that, combined with the films they'd made of when they'd tempted me to study the Nazis and WWII would be a powerfull way to get the... cops to ignore me and to enable them to win against me in the court of public opinion (ie: the most important thing in the world to them) if I should ever somehow start to do too well.

  I asked him. "How could someone do something like that to someone"?

  His answer? "Jerk wants the rest of the world to hate you as much as he hates you. As much as you hate each other".

  "I don't hate him". I replied. "I don't hate anybody". I was a good place in life up and until then.

  "Well he hates you and he wants everyone else to hate you just as much as he does. the films will be usefull for if people start to like you. Then we show them our films of you in a Nazi uniform spuouting Nazi doctrine...

  Yeah yeah yeah, yackety schmackety blah blah blah... He accused several teachers of torturing me thusly, and I recalled them, but he made a specific accusation against a techer who's class was, near the training room of the gang who call themselves "primarilly actors".

  I told him I didn't recall that techer being there.

  Time passes... about 10 years...

  Soo, there I was, in mid-torture in the bomb-shelter Bunga-Bunga Garages. They were a trully massive concrete room, half the size of a football field and several stories high with a single garage type door as the only exit. Dozens , nay, hundreds of Bay City's finest Homosexual rapists, some of who had no idea it was rape, rapaed me. Many beat me while they raped me to the very loud music. There wasn't always loud music and I tried my best to beg for help during my few fleeting lucid moments. Duh Jerk and the 4 Stars ran the show along side of dozens of children and a massive number of sodomites who trully loved "no questions asked sex" with... me.

  I recall Dah pilot, among others actually tipped me while I lay strapped to a table, butt up with my pants around my ankles, on film. After he tipped me he asked me. "Do you know why I tipped you"?

  "No".

  "Because it'll make you seem like a whore later on film". Then he turned to Duh Jerk who adored standing there, watching the Anal action. "You are going to edit that part out of the film aren't you".

  "Yup".

  Then, the party clamed down. The room grew hushed and the children and jocks spoke in whispers and looked at me with looks of pity.

  Duh Jerk announced. I'm going to leave now so I can say I wasn't present for what you're going to do later". Then, he and F.B. nodded and exchanged words and he left. As did F.B. with some of the children who averaged 10 or eleven years old by my personal estimation.

  I could do nothing but wait...

  I didn't wait long. Children came into the garage escorting animals two by two, male and female. Cows pigs, dogs, cats, all of the animals of the barnyard and even two exotic animals that I wont mention by name.

  At first I recall wondering what they were going to do with all of the animals? Then, I saw the demented smile of F.B. and realized right away what he wanted to do.

  We exchanged insults and he laughed heartilly. I asked him. "At least don't do it in front of these kids". Some of whom were 6 or 7.

  He laughed some more. "I'm trying to harden them". Then he prepared a syringe and injected me.

  I asked him just before the poke. "Hey, could you sterilize that thing please"?

  ...

  ...

  Yet another snitch who boasted he'd been sent by the gang snickered and soon told me. "We raped you with a whole bunch of animals. Don't you remember"?

  "Yeah. What can I do about it? The cops wont even file a police report about it".

  I just had to know. "Why'd you use the exotic animal against me"?

  "Because now when you accuse Exotic Animal of torturing and raping you back in high school the cops will laugh when they see films of you having sex with an exotic animal".

  Later in the conversation I asked. "Why'd you guys use the date-rape drug on me? Wouldn't you want your enemies to remember"?

  "You remember enough. The cops will laugh at youy when you have to admit that you don't remember having sex with all those animals. We only use the date-rape drug against our enemies at first. Then, once the cops give up listening to them we torture them at our lesuire without the drugs and they can whine to the cops all they want and the cops wont care when we show them all our films of us having sex with our victims".

  The Last Snitch brought up the subject decades later. He too accused Exotic Animal of being my torturer, uhhh... not me, him. He chatted on about the gang's choice to make exotic animals a theme among their perverse films.

  Its the scieces of perversion reader. The science of evil...