Uncle Jerry and his pals worked hard to come up with new ways to abuse and torture me,it was almost like a competition to see who could create the best games as they called them.Some were much worse than others,but all were degrading,painful and extremely abusive.After each of the games were carried out,they would almost congratulate the creator saying if it was better or not as good as the last one they tried.Some of the games even had names,and even now after all these years hearing those words they used as names causes me great distress,and a fear so great that i feel physically ill.Remembering the events causes me so much pain,both physically and mentally,that my body automatically responds in the way that it did during or after the actual abuse.This can be many different ways;physical pain so strong it can take my breath away, uncontrollable shaking,and of course the vomiting and nightmares that often follow such an event.
My abusers were in my opinion very very sick individuals,who thought nothing of using many different tools and gadgets not to mention animals,to torture and terrorize me.As i mentioned in a previous post,they led me to believe i had broken an alsation's leg kicking out at it to stop it biting my head.They had brought this poor dog in purely to satisfy their sick perverted needs,they wasn't bothered about either mine or the dogs welfare,so long as they got satisfaction.My hands were cuffed to the bed,and dog meat strategically placed both on and inside my body; apparently this was so the dog would like me,and not see me as a threat.Once the dog had eaten he was taken outside,and my uncle and his friend then had sex with me.Sasha my dog was in season,and Jerry brought her upstairs where she immediately jumped on me excitedly licking and wanting to comfort me.Jerry took Sasha straight back down stairs,and the other dog returned.I was forced onto my hands and knees;the smell of Sasha caused a great deal of excitement in the male dog,and he did what came naturally to him.I screamed and tried to move,i tried so god damn hard to get him off me,all the while Uncle Jerry and his friends were laughing like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.I became hysterical Jerry punched me in the ribs and the side of the head;throwing my head back as far as i could get it i made contact with the dogs head,this was a major mistake on my part.The dog launched itself on my head;its huge teeth sinking into my skull,shaking my head side to side."Get it off her get it off her now"Jerry shouted.The owner was calling the dog off but it took a few shouts before i felt his jaws releasing,this is when i kicked out as hard as i could and the dog fell from the bed with a yelp.The dog was taken away;while i lay there blood pumping from the bite sites,Jerry and his pal brought towels to try to stop the blood.While his pal applied pressure he brought some kind of disinfectant and a nail brush,and began to clean me up inside.The pain from the nail brush was nothing compared to the pain of the dog.
They couldn't get the bleeding to stop for more than a few minutes;i begged them to take me to hospital,promising i wouldn't say what had really happened.Uncle Jerry was taking no chances,but agreed i did need medical help.He went to the phone,coming back to say it was ok,his Dr friend was on his way,and until he arrived all they had to do was keep me still and keep up the pressure on the wounds.It is extremely hard to stay still when you are in absolute agonizing pain,yet every time i tried to move one of them would hit me.They at least had the decency to cover me with a blanket before the Dr arrived.When he did arrive he said the wounds needed stitching,but not to worry as he had come prepared.Searing pain tore through my skull again and again as the Dr stitched up my wounds,for gods sake,hadn't they heard of anesthetic!He said the stitches would have to stay in for a week,and that he would come back and remove them then.I was told to say thank you;i refused,but Jerry struck me with the back of his hand where the stitches were,and i realised it was easier to just say it.
Expecting the Dr to leave after i thanked him,i asked for the handcuffs to be removed,which Jerry duly did.Turning over to a sitting position i pulled the cover up under my chin;"come on now,no need to be shy with me is there"the Dr smirked as he pulled the cover from me.Undoing his trousers he climbed on top of me,i tried to hit him but Jerry and his friend both grabbed my hands.While the Dr was having sex with me,the other two placed my hands on their bits and made me pleasure them.I am thoroughly ashamed to admit that i didn't even try to pull away,i had no fight left in me !!!