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soyghana:

*casually chewing gums in the court* *i have no fucks to give anyone*
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fuckyeahtherealkiki:


Weapons associated with Jeffrey Dahmer
Jeff owned a .357 Magnum Revolver which he kept under his pillow at his grandmother’s house.  He used this gun for target practice.  His grandmother later found it and talked to his father, Lionel about removing it as she wanted it out of her house.  Jeff was extremely upset when his father took the gun away.  Jeff never used guns to commit any murders.
The M16 rifle is the standard issue weapon of the US Army.  When Jeff joined as a PFC (Private First Class), he was issued the M16 and according to FBI and Army files, he was considered a “sharp shooter,” meaning his abilities with the M16, as well as other ballistic weapons, were excellent.
Jeff used a barbell in his first killing, which was spontaneous and unplanned.  In 1978 at the age of 18, Jeff picked up a hitchhiker (Steven Hicks) and took him back to his house in Bath, Ohio.  After hanging out, drinking and smoking pot, Steven said he needed to leave; Jeff refused to let him do so.  They wrestled briefly before Jeff grabbed a barbell and hit Steven over the head, killing him.  Some sources indicate that, in addition to hitting Hicks over the head, Jeff also used the barbell to strangle Hicks.  Patrick Kennedy would later comment that it seemed very interesting to him that Jeffrey himself was killed with gym equipment - much in the same manner as his first victim, Steven Hicks.
Jeff used Halcion (Triazolam) pills crushed into rum and cokes to render victims unconscious before strangling and dismembering them.  Jeff experimented with finding the appropriate dose required to knock someone unconscious over the course of several years by trial and error.  He would drug various men at bath houses throughout Milwaukee and Chicago; on at least one occasion he used too much of the sedative, causing one man to overdose.  His membership privileges at that particular bathhouse were revoked as a result.
Muriatic acid is the historic name of hydrochloric acid (HCl) which is an extremely strong and corrosive acid (as an aside: stomach acid is composed completely of hydrochloric acid and has a pH of around 1 to 2; the body has several mechanisms in place to prevent auto-digestion).  Muriatic acid, which can be purchased from chemical supply stores, is a solution of mainly HCl and water and has industrial uses such as for “pickling” metal (removing rust), pH control and neutralization, and household cleansing.  Jeff used the muriatic acid for two purposes: (1) to dissolve flesh from bone and (2) to dissolve brain tissue in living victims.  In the process of removing flesh from bone, Jeff used the method of boiling skulls in water and Soilex (a cleaning agent, usually used to remove tarnish from silver), which gave his apartment that notoriously bitter and pungent smell.  To remove flesh from the dismembered torsos, Jeff used the infamous blue 57 gallon drums filled with muriatic acid and left the bodies to dissolve over the course of several days, again contributing to the small apartment’s reputation for being distinctively malodorous.  Whatever sludge the flesh and acid mixture produced would later be flushed down the toilet, leaving only the skeleton behind.
In attempts to make “living sex zombies,” Jeff drilled holes into the heads of at least three victims (Jeramiah Weinberger, Konerak Sinthasomphone, and Eddie Smith) while they were unconscious.  Jeff’s aim was to perform a type of lobotomy, wherein he would drill into the frontal lobe and dissolve those portions of the brain related to personality and autonomy.  Using anatomy books and the medical knowledge gained through the Army’s medic training courses, Jeff used a power drill to bore a small hole into the victims’ skulls, where he could then inject boiling water or hydrochloric acid directly into the brain through a syringe.  These experiments did not work; they were either immediately fatal, or would lead to the victim going into a coma and dying a few days later.
A large hunting knife was used to dismember all the bodies, including the first victim, Steven Hicks.  Tracy Edwards (Jeffrey’s would-be 18th victim) claimed that Jeff held him at knife-point and threatened to eat his heart.  These claims were later found to be suspect as there were several inconsistencies in Edwards’ version of that night’s events.  It seemed highly unlikely to several of the (criminal) profilers, detectives and psychologists that Jeff would have told Edwards he was going to eat his heart outright, as Jeff never made his intentions known to any of the victims before - it just wasn’t part of his modus operandi.  The wielding of the knife also came into question; some sources claim that it was actually Edwards who held Jeff at knife-point, having managed to grab hold of it during the struggle immediately before escaping the apartment.  In any event, most sources cite Edwards’ version of the story as being basically true.
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blood-countess:

Marilyn Monroe.

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ramirezbundydahmer:

The transcript of a tape Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo made which was played in court:
The first scene had been taped in the basement recreation room of the Homolka house not long after Tammy Lyn’s (Karla’s sister) death. Karla Homolka was on her back, lying on a rug before the fireplace, naked, her legs spread wide apart while she masturbated for the camera, which was positioned a few feet away, at about knee level, and pointed directly at her vagina. Gasps of surprise and disgust, perhaps even shock, along with plenty of embarrassed giggles, could be heard throughout the courtroom as the camera lingered on Homolka’s exposed body for several minutes while she stimulated herself. To many in the courtroom, showing that particular video seemed an amazing way for the Crown to treat the woman who was scheduled to be their chief witness. For the previous two years, ever since her arrest, Homolka’s face had been almost as well know as the prime minister’s. She had been seen on television in footage taken at her wedding, with her friends, and at her trial. There had been countless photographs of her in newspapers and magazines around the world. But few people in the courtroom that day were expecting to see a triple-X-rated tape, a close study of the country’s most infamous woman in a variety of sexually explicit positions. The prosecutors, though, had their reasons for showing the video. On it, she and Bernardo talked about the death of Tammy Lyn. Although Bernardo’s trial for her death might well follow his trial for first-degree murder, the Crown wanted to present evidence on Tammy’s death as part of its general picture of the relationship between the two. Homolka’s dialogue on the tape, Houlahan had said in his opening address, had been scripted by Bernardo. That is, Bernardo had told her what to say when she was on camera, and if she didn’t obey him, she was punished with a beating. But what the court saw was a seemingly relaxed Homolka pulling down her husband’s pants, fondling his penis, which she called Snuggles, and then performing fellatio during most of the tape, stopping every now and then to talk about what had happeded to her dead sister.“I loved it when you fucked my little sister,” Homolka said to Bernardo, who was lying on his back beside the roaring hearth, moaning softly while she rubbed his penis.“I loved it when you fucked Tammy. I loved it when you took her virginity. You’re the king. I love licking your ass, Paul. I’ll bet Tammy would have loved to lick your ass. I loved it when you put Snuggles up her ass.”Bernardo could be seen reaching for his drink while Homolka continued to fondle his penis. She did it for several minutes, but he never climaxed. He took a sip from his drink, glancing at the back of her head while she worked on him, and asked about her thoughts on the night Tammy died. “How did you feel?”“I felt proud. I felt happy,” she replied.“What else?”“I felt horny. It’s my mission in life to make you feel good.”“This is why I’m gonna marry her,” Bernardo said, looking at the camera and holding up his drink while Homolka continued performing fellatio.
“I’m glad you made me lick her cunt,” Homolka continued, after pausing to take a break from the oral sex.“Are you a fully fledged dyke?” Bernardo asked, a reference to Homolka having sex with her sister.“No, I’m not.”“You were having sex with your little sister.”“That was different. It was my little sister,” she replied, stroking his penis.“Love in the family,” Bernardo said. “Do you believe in that concept?”“You know I had fun doing it,” Homolka said. “You know I liked it.”“What did it teach you?”“Well… we like little girls, I like you to fuck them. If you’re gonna fuck them, then I’m gonna lick them. All the little girls.”“What age should they be?”“Thirteen.”“Why?”“Because it will make you happy.”“But why 13?”“That’s a good age.”“Because why?” he persisted.“Because they’ll still be virgins.”“What are you saying?” Bernardo asked, looking down at Homolka’s head. She stopped to look up at him.“I’m saying I think you should fuck them and take their virginity. Break their hymens with Snuffles. They’re all our children, and I think you should make them ours even more.”“You’re right,” Bernardo said. “You’re absolutely right. That’s a good idea. When did you come up with it?”“Just now,” she replied. She resumed the oral sex for a while longer, then stopped and told Bernardo she had a surprise for him. She walked past the camera to her bedroom, beside the rec room, came back with a paper bag a few minutes later, and sat down beside Bernardo. Inside the bag was a brassiere and a pair of panties.“It’s Tammy’s,” she said, handing him the bra. He smelled it while she began stroking his penis with the underwear, before resuming the fellatio. A few minutes later, when he still hadn’t reached a climax, she stopped and continued talking about her dead sister.“I want to rub Tammy’s underwear all over your body,” she said, and did so. “It will make you feel so good. I’m so glad you took her virginity, Paul. I wish we had four kids, Paul.”“Yes?”“So you could fuck each one of them. How does the king like that?” she asked, stroking his penis rapidly with her sister’s underwear.“Yeah,” he replied, in obvious pleasure. She continued for serveral minutes, but when he never climaxed, she said, “I think the king should turn over.” He did as he was instructed.“Okay,” he said.“Because his little slave has some more things to say and do.”Bernardo rolled off his back and got down on his hands and knees while Homoka positioned herself behind him. Then she probed with one hand for his anus and began licking it while she stroked his penis with her other hand. She did this for several minutes, and he moaned in pleasure, at times calling her his “little asslicker.” When he failed to reach a climax, they changed positions yet again.Bernardo lay on his back again and rested his hands behind his head. Homolka took a long-stemmed rose from a nearby vase and dragged it slowly across his chest, and then up and down his errect penis.“You know what we’re gonna do with this?” she asked, holding up the rose. “We’re gonna take this to Tammy’s tomorrow, and put it on her grave.”“Why?”“Because it will give you pleasure. You loved her. She loved you. You were her favorite, you know. The things that you did, you know I loved it. The way you fucked her in what, 60 seconds? She loved it. She loved it.”“Your titties are bigger than hers.”“I know.”“And they taste better,” he said. “When Tammy was alive, what did you used to do?”“You made me lick it,” she replied, resuming the oral sex, “and suck it. And now I’m doing it on my own because I loved it, Paul. I loved everything you did with her. She was our little playtoy.”“And we both loved her so much.”“Yes,” Homolka agreed, fondling his penis again. “Our little virgin. She loved us.”“What else?”“I didn’t give you my virginity, so I gave you Tammy’s instead. I loved you enough to do that.”Homolka then talked about another time Bernardo had brought a young girl home and had sex with her in the basement of her parents’ house while she watched. “You fucked her,” Homolka said, “with this.”She gazed at his penis, tenderly stroking it. “You fucked her cunt,” she said. “She sucked you. She sucked Snuffles. She put it in her mouth, like this.” After more minutes of oral sex with no climax, she continued: “You put her on her knees. You fucked her. And I let you do that because I love you, because you’re the king.”She rubbed his penis for several moments before saying, “I want you to do it again.”“When?”“This summer, because the weather is too bad in the winter. If we can do that then it’s good.”
“Good,” he agreed.“If you want to do it 50 more times, we can do it 50 more times,” she said, a reference to him bringing home more young girls. “If you want to do it every weekend, we can do it every weekend. Whenever we can. Because I love you. Because you’re the king. Because you deserve it.”“Virgin cunts for me,” Bernardo chimed in.“Yeah.”“Virgins just for me. It’ll make me happy… going from one cunt to another, from one ass to another. Will you help me get the virgins?“Yes, I’ll go in the car with you if you want, if you think that’s best. Or I’ll stay here and clean up afterwards. I’ll do everything I can because I want you to be happy. Because you’re the king.”Bernardo still hadn’t climaxed. Homolka shifted down toward his feet.“Ooh, footsies,” he said.She started sucking on his toes, first one foot, then the other. “Got to treat the king like a king,” she said.“Good. And what else?”“I’m your little cocksucker,” she said. “My nipples are so hard. I’m your cunt. Your little slut. Your little asslicker. Your little virgin.”“It’s good to be king,” Bernardo said, looking at the camera and raising his glass again.Homolka licked the soles of his feet. “I’m your cunt-licking slut,” she said, “the keeper of your virgins. Your ass-licking bitch. And I love you. I want to marry you.”And there the tape ended, with Bernardo still unable to climax.