From: anon702834@aol.com (Anon702834)
Subject: rawanda rape/murder
Newsgroups: alt.sex.necrophilia
if you serf the web alot like i do you find some surprizing things like this on a site about war stuff in Rawanda. I cliped out some boreing stuff, a whole lot really. it was a transcript but they didnt write down the questions being asked. I dont think its a trial, but after.
[I snipped off about two pages at the beginning - the guy talks about his sentense of death (by hanging (!) thats how i found the site!!) being unfair and if he cooperates wont they comute his sentense.) (heres where it first got interesting to me)
1094A362: We had to kill or the sargeants would kill us. If you didn't participate in the slaughter, you could become a witness - and they would not leave any witnesses - all the enemy must be killed - men, women, children, and any of us that wouldn't kill. So I killed, but I would not have, they forced me. That is my defense.
[unintelligible question]
1094A362: Yes. To comply with you is my wish. If it will help you decide to commute my death sentence I will tell you all the details, all the names I remember.
snip boring parts
Yes, I can tell you about the rapes. You must realize the camp was a mess at this point, and things were happening very fast. I'm not stalling, it's horrible and hard to remember. The women who were still alive had been thrown into a pig pen. I was told to tie them up, so I did. A sargeant stood over me with a machete, and if a woman gave me any trouble while I lashed her hands behind her back, he would hack her. I think he had to hack four or five. I tied their wrists using plastic. We would rip their clothing off, and that's why you found them naked. It's not as if we were taking the clothes off of corpses, we only stripped the living women, if that helps my case at all. While I was tying them up often soldiers would come by and look over the women for one he liked and [would] drag her away and rape her. They usually took young and very young girls, not girls who were Mboweh.
["Mboweh" refers to the traditional age of eligability for marriage, 15 years]
The sergeants decided they wanted to organize the raping and killing a lttle bit. One at a time they would take out a woman from the pen and tie her like a pwanee.
****panel's note: apparently the word means, more or less, like a roast pig, which in the case of this slaughter meant her ankles lashed to her thighs with a rope leading to her wrists [already tied behind her back] so that her legs were spread obscenely and her knees bent. If the pwanee knot is tight enough, the back is also painfully arched and the genitals are fully exposed and indefensible. The tighter the knot, the more discomfort for the victim. This explains some of the mutilation discussed in the preceding report.
1094A362: She would then be bent over a tree trunk, usually face up, and a sargeant would take off his pants and [long pause] penetrate the woman or girl. Then someone with a machete, usually the next sargeant in cue, would hack through her throat. With one of the younger girls, maybe eleven, the sargeant who executed her...
[the panel objects to the use of the word 'execute']
1094A362: was able to strike off her head with one stroke, and that became
a goal in an informally compettitive way. You have to understand, reality
had ceased to exist.
When one of the men didn't wait for the current rapist to finish before
decapitating the victim, that became the new goal: to time the blow of
the machete to the crisis of the man taking advantage of the woman in
question. This was a source of general hilarity. I promise you I did not
laugh. I was still supervising the captive women, encouraging them to
look away from the executions [*see previous note] of the women and girls,
but they looked on in horror. There was one young woman who tried to
barter an escape. I recognized her, I knew her in the village before the
riots began, but I honestly cannot recall her name. I think she was about
fifteen years and very skinny, not very meaty. She approached me to offer
[licking] me in exchange for me cutting the plastic cord around her
wrists. But a sargeant came by and when I explained what she was asking,
he grabbed her in order to use her as the next one on the tree trunk. He
told me I had not participated enough in the killing, and that if I did
not hack her with my machete, he would have me killed as a sympathiser.
So I said, no, I will chop through her throat and she was screaming at me.
We all went to the trunk which was only a few dozen meters away. As you
know, some of the headless women and girls, expecially the young
light-weight ones, were being impaled like pigs , on the high, pointed
fence posts, and that is how you found them. I don't think it's as severe
an insult to the spirit of the dead women in my culture as in yours, if
that helps my case any.
A couple of my fellow soldiers took the young lady and treated her very badly, very roughly. They tied her as they were supposed to so that her legs were open and fastened to her wrists, and they bent her awkwardly backwards over the leveled tree trunk. I raised my machete to strike then, as I wanted it over as soon as possible, and the girl screamed and my heart froze. The sargeant grabbed my arm and told me I had to wait until she was entered by a soldier, and for him to signal me. It was the turn of the man who had just hacked the previous prisoner. He had no pants on and was already ready. Everyone was laughing at me for almost killing the girl prematurely, and laughed more when the sargeant told me I had to strip off my pants as well, so I would be ready to rape the next girl to come. I did not object to the raping as much as to the killing, though I wouldn't have volunteered for either as I have three wives and don't generally look for more sex. And remember, if I am hanged they loose their husband and my children loose their father.
[a panelist reminds the witness to remain on-topic]
1094A362: I apoplogize. You must understand this is my last chance as I am scheduled to be hanged in less than two hours. This next part is very hard for me to tell, because I know you've heard from other witnesses who've told you that I enjoyed the killing. I was certainly not the only soldier to get an erection while carrying out a killing. Most of the men who's pants were off, you could see them acquire erections while waiting to perform the act. It's an unfair criterion for condemning us, because, if I'd been allowed to keep my trousers on, no one would have seen, and I'm sure some of the clothed men also had their organs become inflated -- it does not prove I willingly killed these girls.
[there is some discusson amoung the panel because some had not been informed the witness had killed more than one woman.]
1094A362: Yes, I'll get back to the events, again, I'm very sorry. As she was being raped, she continuously called my name, screaming, not to kill her, to put down the machete, and as some time went by she was sobbing more quietly, but still loud, telling me I must look her in the eye. I don't know why my penis inflated when she said this - I was certainly very frightened my self, but I knew I would have to kill her. Pardon me, but I want to tell you that I wasn't stroking myself, it just happenned all by itself. Anyway, as her rapist neared his climax, he stopped mauling her breasts and he gripped her shoulders very harshly and bent her more feircely back across the fallen tree, steadying her head for my machete. He was treating her very roughly and it was clear he would be ready soon. He shouted to me to do it, and I raised up the blade to get a good solid blow, aiming for her throat. Fortunately, for the sake of mercy, I caught her neck just under her chin, so I opened both arteries. There was a tremendous amount of blood, joining the blood of the twenty or so previous victims. and my blade stuck deep in her bone and gristle. I had no idea how much force it would take to cleanly take off a little girl's head, so I quickly yanked out the blade, and pulled down even harder, this time successfully severing her head from her body. Her rapist joked very loudly that that was 'his best f**k yet,' and something about being 'the best she'll ever have.' Her body jerked around on its on accord and I almosted vomited.
It was my turn, and I was ready as everyone could see - but they brought me an older woman, maybe nineteen, and a little heavy, and I said I don't think I can have sex with her, so the sargeant says I just have to kill her, and I can have a prettyier woman after. But he changes his mind and has them tie her up the same way, with her legs splayed. I honestly had no idea what he had in mind - then he told some men to impale her just like the headless girls, but not to kill her first., so that's what they did, sticking one of the poles up her.
[question]
1094A362: How do you mean? You want me to say which hole the pole went in? You mean in her ass or...
[comment]
1094A362: I'm sorry, I mean, anally as opposed to vaginally. I'm not sure but I believe up her... I mean anally., bacause later the sargeant made some reference to me raping one of the girls that way.., you know impaling her anally, but with my penis.
[comment]
1094A362: Yes that was later. At this point they brought me a very pretty young girl, but with all the crying,it was hard to tell.. Still, stretched out and spread open in front of me as she was, I was capable of rape, when forced. Rape is possible, even when you are forced. The men on this panel should be able to understand this, if not the women. If you were there, are you sure you would have done differently? And taking my life won't bring any of them back.
[comments]
1094A362: So as you know already from my trial I did have sex with her, but only for a few short minutes. And when I could tell I was going to reach my conclusion, I did what I was forced to do, and told the next man to... I wasnt telling him I wanted him to kill her, I was forced to signal my approaching moment. And when I did, he cut her throat and then cut off her head in two strokes. The other men said how good the convulsions felt, but for me it almost hurt, how hard that poor girl's body squeezed my organ. Yes, I've already admitted to having my crisis at that time, but it was my body, not my heart. In truth I could already feel the noose around my neck as I was releasing my seed. I have always been the one held accountable for the actions of others
I cliped out the rest, but at the end it says they really did hang the guy. They never said anything about the other girls he killed or the one he did it up the butt too.
Man oh man I can see my self as a poor black girl bent over a tree trunk (their black - Im preety sure Rawandas in africa) and one man inside me holding my sholders steady and just as we come the other black guy WACKS
o man
then later they are both hanged side by side later theyre ankles tied theyre hands behind theyre backs just like mine were and as they get hanged they bot remember me and they have an erection and when the trap drops they both shoot lots and lots remembering my dark dark tits and my blood and death
-Heather
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