The Venda Sexi

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My name is Raul and my mother name is Maria she is a journalist. We are Chileans, it was 1975 We was kidnapped by the Pinohet secret police (DINA) and taken to the "Venda Sexi" a torture center by DINA. In this secret prison worked Ingrid Olderöck better known as "Woman of The Dogs". She was responsible for human rights violations during the first years of the military dictatorship of Chile. She was a sadistic tormentor specialized in sexual torture. My journalist mother was busy investigating human rights violations; in particular, testimonies of women subjected to torture.
It was difficult for the victims to tell the violence suffered, they were ashamed to confess the violence suffered. It was about violence that they hadn't had the courage to tell their sons, husbands, brothers or boyfriends.

 

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My mother and I decided to investigate the crimes Ingrid Olderöck. My mother and I were taking Juliana and Alexandra's testimony. Both were held in the Venda Sexi secret prison. Juliana a young woman being interrogated in the presence of her husband. She had been subjected to a humiliating body search, rape and physical torture: DINA agents had extinguished cigarettes on her breasts and stuffed large objects into her vagina.

 

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Alexandra a forty-one lady wife of a political dissident was questioned in the presence of her son, a high school student. In front of son She had been subjected to a humiliating body search and rape.

 

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My mother and I decided to investigate the crimes of this sadistic torturer when we met Isabela, a woman who confessed to us that Ingrid Olderöck trained dogs to rape female prisoners.

Alexandra a forty-one lady wife of a political dissident was questioned in the presence of her son, a high school student. In front of son She had been subjected to a humiliating body search and rape.

 

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My mother and I decided to investigate the crimes Ingrid Olderöck. My mother and I were taking Juliana and Alexandra's testimony. Both were held in the Venda Sexi secret prison. Juliana a young woman being interrogated in the presence of her husband. She had been subjected to a humiliating body search, rape and physical torture: DINA agents had extinguished cigarettes on her breasts and stuffed large objects into her vagina.

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My name is Raul and my mother name is Maria she is a journalist. We are Chileans, it was 1975 We was kidnapped by the Pinohet secret police (DINA) and taken to the "Venda Sexi" a torture center by DINA. In this secret prison worked Ingrid Olderöck better known as "Woman of The Dogs". She was responsible for human rights violations during the first years of the military dictatorship of Chile. She was a sadistic tormentor specialized in sexual torture. My journalist mother was busy investigating human rights violations; in particular, testimonies of women subjected to torture.
It was difficult for the victims to tell the violence suffered, they were ashamed to confess the violence suffered. It was about violence that they hadn't had the courage to tell their sons, husbands, brothers or boyfriends.

Yes have been from Scandanavian magazine, because they are photos that realistically describe the reality that my mother and I lived during the years of the Chilean dictatorship. The same thing I could say for the drawings of Chimaeera, Art of Oz and AE Art, great artists.

 

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We were arrested one spring evening, my mother had just returned from work. Five DINA agents broke into our home. An officer put a gun to my temple. and he said to me: <<Don't move or we'll kill you and your mother>> They took my mother and I to the "Venda Sexi".
This is the prologue in English to the tragic experience my mother and I went through. I will write the rest of the story in Italian. It is not easy to talk about it and the question embarrasses me. It's not easy to tell the details of her interrogation, what she went through and my emotions in those moments. When they made me take off my pants and underpants and took me to the room where they were interrogating my mother....

 

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They took and immobilized my mother in an uncomfortable and humiliating posture and peeled off her panty. My mother struggled but she was immobilized. A man spread her vaginal lips and insert his finger and told: <<What nice hairy cunt and it’s all wet. This night many men will fuck her>>.
Then amused themselves grinning and gloating over her reactions. My mother moaning and screaming with those fingers in her vagina.

 

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Then Ingrid Olderock came in. She ordered the two officers who interrogated my mother: : <<hang the bitch on the rafter>>. They managed my mother to chain on the rafter. I watched in horror at the scene. I was tied to a chair and could not react. I was tied to a chair and could not react, my legs were shaking, my heart was pounding and I had a slight feeling of nausea. A officer show me a box of candles of all size and and laughed devilish told me: << this toys for you mother >>.

 

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I feeled: fear, anger and pain. I knew in which manner They were going to use my mother. The torturers began the torture session …. The guards forced my mother to spread her legs and lewdly pulled at my mother vaginal lips I saw the Commisar standing there with a candle in his hand. <<spread her legs>> snarled the Commisar. <<Shall we start off of this one>>? The two tormentor forced my mother open her legs. My mother eyes opened wide in horror when the first candle being in thrust my mother. She tossed her head to aside. The next, a thicker one made her emid a muffled cry. But the size of the candles continued grow …. The Commisar came with a thicker one, at the same time. He whatche my mother reactions. << No….. No, stop it ….. stop>> My mother begged.

 

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I was bound on the chair and from there I was to witness the forthcoming horror. A female guard came close to me and began massaging my penis and testicles: <<are you enjoying the show>? She told me with a devilish smile….. . I lowered my head and closed my eyes so as not to witness that horrible scene, but the woman who was participating in my mother's interrogation. The female guard approached me and will a cool confidence predator started, but her confidence was soon replaced by irritation as I resisted all her skill full manipulations aimed at getting my sexual arousal. She squeezed my testicles tightly until I screamed for the pain. The female guard told me <<keep your eyes open.....You have to see everything, otherwise it will hurt you and your mother very much>>.
In desperation, I kept my eyes wide open to spare my mother and myself unnecessary suffering. My mother and I couldn't rebel we were at the mercy of those sadistic and perverted torturers.

My mother begged her tormentors, <<Please don't hurt my son, take him away I don't want him to see what you are doing to me>>.

The pigs were inserting candles of larger and larger diameter into my mother's vagina. They eyes were glued to the last and the biggest candle, gleaming and wet, thickly moved in and out of my mother battered vagina. They yelled, << Hurra>> clapped their hands and cheered on, as her over-extended and over-expanded vagina had to give further and further........ to bear that painful and humiliating penetration.

 

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I was bound on the chair and from there I was to witness the forthcoming horror. My heart was being torn apart, and I was going out of my mind. << look at her squirm… and see all that juice!>> grinned the Colonel and put his finger around the glistening candela, at its thrust in and out my mother vagina.

 

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The guards took my mother off the rafter were she was bond. …. They tied up my mother undress on the floor. I was forced to witness my mother raped.
Ten man raped my mother. A boy raped her, grunted again as he bucked his hips powerfully, forcing of his sex inside her. He Told: <<I fucked many pussies, but this was one of the tightest and warm ever! >>. The guard crowded around, pulling her nipples and slapping their pricks against her face and even over her eyes. Her legs were held wide open so everyone could fully penetrate her vagina. I looked a boy of my age bucked steadily until finally his balls were pressed against her. My mother thrashed on the mattress, shrieking into the duct tape. The boy could withdraw it almost to the tip and slam it back inside her again. shouted again and again about how tight her pussy was.
My mother groaned and wailed helplessly. Some of the men wiped their pricks on her face, using her tears for lubricant so they could jack their erections even harder while watching her get hammered roughly. Ingrid nodded, very pleased thus far. Then he gave the cue for the guards to ejaculate inside My mother's vagina, face and breast.
The guards groaned like a madmen, gripping her slender hips tightly. A copious load of semen had been deposited into the entire length of her pussy vagina.
A guard pulled out, his cockhead an angry red color with a glaze of cum on it. He wiped his dick on My mother's slit and stepped aside for the next guy. My mother's pink cunt petals folding back in on themselves after the big cock retreated. Then the next actor, Butch Bigfellow, stepped up and pressed his cockhead into her pussylips, taking her hips in his hands. My mother muffled "No, no, no" still audible beneath the duct tape. Her hair was getting matted with tears and sweat.

 

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The interrogation of my mother was decided and directed by Ingrid Olderöck it was that wicked tormentor who ordered the jailers the methods of torture to be inflicted on my mother; moreover, Ingrid Olderöck forced me to watch what they did to my mother during the interrogation, from torture to rape. Ingrid Olderöck was a professional in this kind of torture. Venda Sexi was a torture center unlike any other. Psychological torture prevailed over physical torture. Perverse and cruel people vented their depravity on their victims. Emotionally involving a boy in the interrogation of his mother; or a husband in that of his wife, mothers and daughters, etc. A method of torture called "family torture". My mother and I had denounced this perverse method of torture; but I never imagined that I would be the victims.

Mother and son

 

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The guards dragged us into the cell: a room with a small bathroom, a single bed where my mother and I were forced to sleep naked in close contact. I remember my mother's naked body lying on the bed, not speaking she was distraught with pain and shame. They made me lie on top of my mother's body. I realized that these perverse tormentors wanted to involve me emotionally and sexually in the questioning of my mother. The sadistic and perverse mind of torturers has no limits. The night was a succession of nightmares I was reviewing my mother's interrorgatory: the torturers as they stuck candles in her vagina , the rape....... Clutched to my mother's body, I had nocturnal pollution. It was an uncontrolled reaction, an outburst to a situation of stress, terror and fear. My mother said nothing .... I entered the cell bathroom and heard her crying. I lay on the bed motionless in shame.

 

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A few days passed, my mother was not subjected to physical torture. The torture was psychological by taking us to the interrogation room and forcing us to watch the victims' interrogation: young girls and mature women were interrogated in the presence of their sons and husbands. Ingrid directed the interrogations and decided what torture to inflict on the victims: electric shocks in the private parts, insertion of objects in the anus and vagina, burning with cigarettes, torture by breasts, etc. I remember with horror the faces of the victims of their families, the heartbreaking screams.
I remember a young girl forced to attend her mother's interrogation: electric shocks and whippings. The mother cried and screamed in pain. They forced the daughter to insert objects into her mother's anus and vagina.

 

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Another day they took me to a room: two ESMA agents were raping a woman in the presence of her husband. The husband was tied to the chair, paralyzed with horror and fear. Ingrid slowly began to masturbate him

 

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Then the torturers forced mother and daughter to have incestuous relationships.

 

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They raped the mother and forced the daughter to watch. The same violence that my mother and I were forced to suffer,