Petala Parreira, the writing hooker
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Bia - 33 times impregnated – "The worst rape in the history of Brazil" (?)This tale written by Petala Parreira, a great connoisseur of the milieu, shows once again the perversity, hypocrisy and dubiousness of society and reveals the customs of the small local drug gangs that live among the people, attend schools and have a great impact on children and young people. With 158 pages and more than 150 spectacular photos illustrating the life in this cruel and unknown environment.
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Bia and the tale of the "worst rape in Brazilian history"
Bia is a girl from Rio de Janeiro who grew up in a lower-middle-class family, a family that was poor but didn't live in a favela (slum or poor quarter in South America) and could own a car, albeit a very old one. A favela called Barão (Baron) begins not far from her house and some of the children of the favela attend Bia's school. So, she got to know the somewhat different customs of the favela early on, and she tells us about them in this story:
I'm white, but I'm not stupid, and I've asked my cousins and other girls a lot of these things. So when the stupid babble from the favela girls started to revolve around getting wet, I quickly figured out what that was supposed to mean. For example, they said about my friend Vitoria that she always got all wet when the Portuguese teacher came by. They wanted to tease her because she was good at Portuguese, currying herself a bit with the teacher, who thought highly of her. The leader of these cheeky girls was a rather dark-skinned mulatto girl. When she bothered and teased my girlfriend again, I said to the mulatto: "You only say that because you always get very wet yourself when Gustavo walks close to you."
Gustavo was an older favela boy, adored by many girls, and rumored to be part of the local leadership of the Comando Vermelho (Red Comand) drug cartel. I may have met a weakness of the mulatto woman, because she got very angry and left the room.
Later she came back and brought her girlfriends and two boys, and while these two were holding me, the girls poured a cup of water into my panties: "So everyone can see that you, not me, got wet."
As soon as that happened, the next hour bell rang, and I had to sit in a small puddle on my chair. When the favela girls realized that nothing else had happened to me, they wrinkled their noses and whispered, “It stinks of pee. Someone must have wet their pants.”
When the teacher noticed the whispering and asked what the matter was, the girls said I had wet myself. I then defended myself, saying that the girls were lying and telling the teacher the truth. She came closer and said she couldn't smell anything, so she was inclined to believe me.
She didn't do anything else, i.e. she didn't punish the girls as I had hoped. Instead, the mulatto girl's older sister showed up the next day and said she wanted to talk to me privately and dragged me into the girls' bathroom. There were her friends, the two boys from the day before and her boyfriend, a mulatto of her age. The older sister said I had made her little sister out to be a liar and that I should apologize. When I refused she motioned and the two boys each grabbed one of my arms and the older boy grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, securing me in this awkward position. Then the girl pulled down my school uniform and panties and purposefully grabbed one of my labia minora with two fingers and pinched me. "Go on, apologize!"
I froze in fear and shame. She only waited a few seconds, though, and then pinched it all the way down, taking away my freedom of choice. I apologized to the mulatto woman.
I was asked what I wanted to give her in return and I couldn't think of anything. She wanted money but I didn't have any. I finally promised to bring some the next day, even though I knew it wouldn't work.
Because I had no money with me, they were not satisfied and took off my shorts and panties. They weren't afraid that other girls could come in and witness my abuse because they had put two girls in front of the door, who told the other girls that the toilet was locked. I, on the other hand, didn't know about it and was dying of fear that my friends would come in and see my shame.
There was a mess around my panties and then one of the boys disappeared into a toilet with them. Shortly thereafter, the next lesson bell rang, the older sister gave me another good pinch before everyone ran away, and the boy threw my panties down at me. They slapped the floor wet, he had peed in them. So, this time I couldn't claim it was just water.
In the afternoon I thought about how to get some money, but I couldn't think of anything. So, the next day I took the two Brazilian reals I had and gave them to the mulatto woman (about 70 cents). She was disappointed that it was so little and threatened me, and I promised to bring more money the next day.
Since both my parents work, I had a lot of freedom in the afternoons, but 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 afraid that friends would come by.
When I got to school the next day, I had made up a nice story about why I couldn't bring the money, but the mulatto girl slapped me in the face. When I tried to fight back, her friends and the two boys came to her aid, and she slapped me again. So, I promised her I'd bring four reals the next day and she took 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 got 5 reals. A new roll of biscuits cost 1.50 real, leaving me only 3.50. I handed this over to the mulatto girl the next day and again owed her something. She pinched me, but when I promised to bring 3.50 again the next day, she let me go.
It went well the same way for three days and by now a few men knew me and one let me sit on his lap for a while and watch him play cards and then gave me 50 centavos for it. I liked that and looked all the men in the eye and smiled because I thought what had happened once might happen again, but it wasn't so. I put the 50 centavos away safely, but I came home on the fourth day and the roll of biscuits was gone. My father or mother probably took them to work.
I was desperate. I couldn't buy a roll with the 50 centavos, so the only rescue I had was the man from the days before. It worked, too, and I received 50 centavos again, but no one else made me such an invitation.
However, there are cheap cookies for 89 centavos. I bought them and sold them off with a lot of trouble. If I had kept one of the other packets of better cookies, I would have put the cheap cookies in there and bluffed people! But like that I had to sell the cheap cookies and then had 2 reals and with the 2 reals I bought the better roll for 1.50.
However, I didn't have much time and only managed to sell half the roll, then I had to rush home because I didn't want my parents to know that I was hanging around.
Over time I was even able to save almost 2 reals, and so I was always able to pay for the roll of biscuits with it. But then there came a day when my mother was off work for a doctor's appointment with me, so I had to go to the doctor in the morning instead of to school and I couldn't run away in the afternoon because my mother was at home.
I wasn't worried because I still had the money from the previous day and I took it to school with me. But the mulatto said I had to pay for two days now, and when I couldn't, she slapped me again. I already knew I couldn't dare to defend myself and was seething with anger, but pulled myself together.
Then she took my bag from me and looked in it for something useful and finally found my saved 2 reals, which I had hidden to buy cookies right away after school. She slapped me again because she thought I had kept it from her, even though I explained it to her.
So, in the afternoon I was left with nothing. I went to my patron, whom I had gotten to know better by now, and asked him openly if I could sit on his lap a little longer because I really needed 1.50.
He said that it wouldn't be possible here and now, but that I was welcome to come to his house in the evening. By that he meant after 6 p.m., but I said I had to be home by then. In short, we agreed on 5 p.m. and I even managed to get the 1.50 as an advance. With that I bought the cookies and quickly sold them to be ready by 5 p.m.
At the man's house we sat in front of the TV, I sat with my legs apart on his lap, and as I had guessed, he slipped his hand into my panties and stroked my pussy.
After all the favela girl chatter on the subject, I assumed I was about to get wet, but nothing happened. That reassured me because I would have been embarrassed moistening the man´s hand. So I was even able to relax and enjoy the TV and when the man finally let me go I said I liked it and asked if I could come back sometime on the same terms. He grinned and allowed it.
I ran home because only now did I realize that it was already after 6 p.m., but unfortunately my mother was already there.
This caused real trouble, and when I made up a lie, my mother noticed. My father came home from work and I got spanked, naked, of course, because they wanted more pain for me so that I never would do so again.
Of course, I promised it too, but of course I didn't want to keep my promise.
This went on for a few weeks, but eventually my parents began to suspect that I was still hanging around, and they secretly asked an old woman in the neighbourhood to keep an eye on me, and she soon reported to them that I was constantly out of the house.
This time my father took a stick and my butt stayed red for at least three days, that is, more precisely, it was red the first day, then it turned purple and finally blue. And the next day the old neighbour came by in the afternoon, apparently to make sure I didn't leave the house in case I wanted to go out despite the risk of more strokes.
I had no choice but to tell the mulatto girl the whole story the next day and see what she would do. She called her sister for help, who came with the boys. When she asked, I retold the story, and she demanded that I show the red butt. When she saw that he really had been abused, she was impressed, felt him and encouraged the boys to do the same.
Then she said I was a good girl and that I proved myself. They would help me to get out of the house again. But in the afternoon, she wanted to take me to the favela to show her brother my bottom.
"And how am I supposed to earn the money?" I asked worried.
"You're free today," she said. "You deserve a day off. We want to take care of you today.”
Gustavo, the heartthrob from my school, came with two friends, one of whom was almost white, and they all admired my butt. Then the darker of the two friends, who seemed to be the leader and was called Emilio but short Milo, asked some details, also about my old neighbour and then said he'll take care of her.
All the girls treated the leader with great reverence and courted him, and I too began to admire him. He was just easygoing and cool, like the people in the movies.
The day in the favela was great and, in the evening, the older sister told me that I should go out for my work the next day, the old lady will tell my parents that I stayed at home. But, since I have proven myself so well and would have gotten their help, I should bring 5 real every day from now on.
I was desperate. How was I supposed to earn so much money if I only had time until 6 p.m., and I also had to do certain jobs around the house, such as mopping the floors and washing up.
I explained to my sponsor that I needed money and asked him if he had friends who would also give me 1.50 if I watched TV with them.
He objected that I would need four men, and the first one at 2 p.m. That would be 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.
I guess I did pretty well because although the favela girls always say old men take a long time, he came quickly and I saw man milk oozing out of a cock like that for the first time.
He asked me if the boy cummed in my mouth and if I swallowed it, and I boldly said yes. Then I sat on his lap, and he stroked me much more intensely than usual, maybe he had thought before that I was still too untouched and didn't want to startle me. I think I even got a little wet.
But I only got 1.50. He said he couldn't get the friends until the next day at the earliest, and of course he wouldn't pay for the sucking, because after all he had trained me. I was supposed to continue training with him over the next few days, but he promised to try to find at least one friend for the next day.
Full of fear, I went to school only with the 1.50, but the mulatto said it wasn't so bad, I should just bring more the next day.
In fact, I managed to bring in at least 4 reals the next day, and after five days I once sucked three men besides sitting on my patron's lap and was able to give the mulatto 9 reals. After I had accomplished this feat, I always brought in only 5 reals and saved any excess I might have sucked out for times of need, but soon my contribution was set at 6 reals.
My parents were happy with me, because the neighbour always told them when they asked that I now always stayed at home and even helped her in her house, and she praised me highly.
Eventually my contribution was increased to 7 reals and so I often had to serve four men like the day I earned 9 reals, but then time was running out. I had to go straight from school to the first guy, but sometimes it would be almost 6pm by the time I was done and I hadn't done anything in the house yet. But my old neighbour saved me. She didn´t want my parents find out that she has lied to them, and so she cleaned and washed for me herself.
It must have been over a year since things were going so well and by then my contribution had been increased to 10 reals. I was only able to do that because I already had good regular customers, and I also announced that I would now charge 3 reals for sucking and swallowing. Most didn't care if I gulped it down, but some men love it, and these are the ones I'd like to visit the most. I think I did really well, because sometimes the men got so excited that they stuck their fingers somewhere else and often gave me a tip of 20 or 50 centavos. And they recommended me to others.
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.
One day the older sister, whose name is Amelia, told me that Milo had called me. I asked what that meant exactly, and she told me to come to him immediately, after school, without going home first.
"And my work?" I exclaimed, startled.
"Which work?"
I realized that of course she didn't know how I got 10 reals every day, so I said, "I have to get 10 reals."
"If Milo calls you, you don't have to do anything, little one."
"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.
The simplest huts only have a corrugated iron roof and it takes at least 2000 euros or dollars to construct such a home, around 1000 for the bricks and concrete for the foundation, the rest for the front door, toilet, sink, tiles for the entire floor and for the walls in the bathroom, roof beams, corrugated iron or Eternit roof. If the bathroom is tiled, all you need is a showerhead (preferably with a built-in heater, of course) for about 6 euros and a drain on the floor. Electrical cables and plastic water pipes are not expensive, and you can make everything yourself; sockets and window grilles are added, and the house is finished.
Luxury such as windows with panes, tiles in the kitchen or doors for the rooms can follow later when there is money again.
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.
In winter, when it's only around 20 degrees, hard-nosed favela girls continue to walk around so "chic" because the most beautiful thing they have is usually their brown skin. Others wear thick clothes and you even see a few gloves at temperatures around 20 degrees Celsius (68 Fahrenheit). Hardly anyone owns warm shoes.
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.
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."
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