On The Saga Of 49 Meyer

Donald was a small, quiet Wimmera-Mallee town, complete with a few essential shops and services, the typical bank, chemist ,hardware and supermarket. He’d scored big and was in luck, managed to secure a pretty nice house, considering that the rent was nominal and the bills relatively cheap, but he was able to live quite well and provide for himself.

It was quiet for a while and he completed the task of shifting his possessions to Donald from Beaufort and he settled down to an idyllic life. But there are times when circumstances change and he began to notice small strange things, the faint smell of aftershave when he arrived home, the small books, thumbed through and replaced, just slightly out of place. Then there came the voices, inaudible at first but after a while he was able to discern them quite accurately. Soon he was able to piece together a story, night after night they came and spoke of certain things, what they smoked to keep them awake through the night, they recited stories of their past deeds, unfathomable to a sane mind but he listened anyway. They spoke of gang bangs, which was their term for a gang rape and recited the explicit intricate details of their evil sexual conquests. They spoke of meth-amphetamine as if it were their God, they bandied around the name Rohypnol, as if it was an after dinner drink.Some mornings he would listen to a certain voice, he called himself Adrian and his friends called him Adrian, a one time reporter for a provincial city in Victoria. He spoke lovingly of his adoration of having sex with young children. One of his stories or accounts was of a night where he snuck quietly into a house, Rohypnoled the parents and enjoyed a quick two or three hour session of light sexual contact with the subject and maybe at times he would invite a couple of close friends to join in. He listened and studied the people that spoke through small speakers, had cameras in his house and used their technology to spy on people. But, what could you expect, they were or are paedophiles, and that’s the way they conducted their lives, their one main goal in life was to have sex with children of young teenage girls.

To give you an example of their mindset, I awoke one night to hear two men, sounding like they were coming from the house next door, and on many a night he would often hear the front and back door shut at No. 47. Their voices were sinister and disturbed, they spoke in hushed whispers and chanted, masturbate to child pornography, you know you want too, when you wake up in the morning you will go to your computer and look up some child pornography and masturbate. Which is what they wanted him to do, and since they were filming him they could then go around showing people the video and destroy his reputation and force him out of town by setting the locals against him. Needless to say, he did not fall for their drunken, drugged out mentality and arose after a while and went about his business. He remembered though what was said to him through the walls, apparently the two people were named Mark and Adrian, who just happened to be members of his past family, a disgusting bunch, apart from his Mother, older sister and younger brother. But the rest were vile sadistic paedophiles, with their mission to saturate the world with child pornograpy.

One night, in the last week of May, he stayed awake through the night, listening to the comings and goings of the people associated with the house next door, all through the night he could hear their activities, they would enter quietly and sit in the front room, they handed out meth-amphetamine pipes to the visitors, “Have a pipe, full to the brim, have six of them”, was the greeting, and all of the guests would eventually leave with their purchase and disappear into the night, the last two people to visit arrived at around six in the morning, the male in the house yelled out to the two standing across the road, hey do you want some meth, and the two young men went inside and smoked and purchased their meth.

These activities had continued for about five months and the voice recounted names, addresses, past events, deals and details about networks that existed throughout Melbourne and other places, not that he was all that interested in their exploits, he was 63 and wanted nothing to do with their activities but since they continued to harass him he thought he may as well write about them, what they said and what they did.

One of their more energetic nights was when Mark, Adrian,Howard and Steve had an all male orgy and indulged in hard-core anal sex and finished off the night with having sex with a dead Angora goat, unshorn of course, and there were the twelve gay, beefed, macho body builders who emptied their load, three apiece into the orgy participants. He had no idea if it was really happening, but it sounded quite realistic, complete with footsteps and voices in different parts of the house, apparently it was sold on a Dutch hard-core male gay porn site and ended up being quite popular, available for free download. That was just one of the many nights on which he listened to their activities.