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My Real Rape Experience
1st experience

When I was four years old I was with my dad?s side of the family, at this time my mom and he had shared custody, he had had to go somewhere, and he left me at his ( I presume) sister?s house. I don?t know his family, I barely remember my grandma on that side, grandpa dead. Anyway I was told to go with their son to help him pick eggs from the hens. It hen house was small holding about 10 chickens or a little more, and was over a slight hill, big enough that if you were on your knees you couldn?t see us. When we got over the hill him and I began to pick eggs, then without warning he shoved me some, told me to get on my knees. I said no, that I didn?t want too. He told me that if I didn?t he would push me down. So I got down on my knees, he pushed my shorts down and my panties, then he spread my legs a little and entered me from behind, I don?t remember the pain but I do remember the fire ants biting my hands and knees, they stung, but again I don?t remember the pain I kept asking to get up, because the ants were hurting me, he just kept going, I don?t remember crying or screaming, but just wanting to get up, away from the ants. Then I remember seeing an older man watch this boy rape me, he watched and did nothing, then turned around and walked toward the yard.
When the boy was done, I got up and fixed myself. The next thing I remember is sitting in a chair, while three women, look at me, and say ?Why did you let him do that to you?? They blamed me, all I could say was I didn?t know. I felt bad. I don?t know if they told my dad.

2nd experience

When I was 6 going on 7, my mom couldn?t afford daycare for my little brother (almost 2) and me to go to daycare, so she found a babysitter. Normally it was just us two; occasionally there were a couple more children. I remember the place being nasty, one day a big thick white worm crawled on the floor my brother an d I were sitting on. One morning when my mom brought us over, it was quite early, I was still tired. So I laid on the couch and feel asleep, I woke up and the babysitter?s husband was sitting there with me, leaning over me. I remember him kissing my neck, and licking my ears, holding me. He told me that he loved it when I moaned for him. His name was Mark, I remember because he was some sort of a mechanic, his name on a white patch on his blue work suit shirt. He wore jeans. Every morning we were brought early, he would be there to touch me through my clothes and kiss me. One day on the weekend before he went to work, he sat with me, and touched my under my clothes, and put my hand in his pants and asked me to rub him. He told me that this was ok, and that the reason I couldn?t say anything about us touching, not even to my friends, was because some adults didn?t like it, and thought it was nasty, and he would get picked on.
One day he decided to kick it up a notch, he didn?t have to work this day, and it was the weekend, me and him were the only ones awake, he put in a video, and asked me to watch it with him, as it came on, I saw a nude man standing beside a bed, a woman on her knees kneeling before him, she began to suck him off and he was moaning loud, the man came on her, and all in her mouth, I remember Mark sitting there talking about how much she liked it, and that I would too. Mark was sitting there touching me, as the video went on, when the video went off, he asked me to try to do what she had done. He stood up, and unzipped his jeans, he fell out of his jeans, then he took my hand and put it over him, moving my hand with his hand, then told me to put my mouth on it, I did. After a little bit, precum began to ooze out. It scared me; I asked him if I could get pregnant by this, I don?t know how I knew that was how you got pregnant. He laughed and said no, that he had to go up here, and then he moved and went inside my panties, touching me. I began to suck him off again, he kept pushing my head down, and I didn?t like it, every time I tried to pull up, he wouldn?t let me. Later that day, or maybe another day I remember him holding me in the air, my shirt was up, and he was licking my tiny breast, when I leaned back more, he began to put his fingers down my panties, and trying to touch me.
One day I was to stay with the babysitter?s husband for the afternoon, she had to go shopping, but my brother being a baby, went with her. Mark took me into a room and closed the door, he told me to lie on the bed. I got up on the bed, because it was a high bed, the room was right by the front window, we could see out, he was watching for his wife to come back. He went over me, and pulled my shirt up, and began to lick my nipples. Then he pulled down my panties, and began to lick me, after licking me, he stuck a finger in me, I withered. He didn?t stop, and then began to rub my body, he pulled out his dick and rubbed it on my entrance, then he heard a car, and his wife was pulling up. So he stopped and quickly zipped up, and got my back dressed, and headed in the room.
One of the last times I remember him abusing me, he didn?t get the chance to. He was lying in bed, and I had gotten in trouble, I had to lay on the floor in her room, and he was laying on the bed, he saw that I came in and told me, to come up there with him, I said that I couldn?t, because she might come in, he told me to come up there, and he sounded mean, somehow without him telling me, I knew what he wanted, I said no, because I couldn?t get pregnant, that my mom would get mad at me( I was 6 remember). He had told me before that he wanted to ?fuck me?, he was taking me to school and as we were riding in his truck, and he looked out sideways , saw the woods, and told me that he wished he could take me to the woods and have me, instead of taking me to school. My brother and I left this babysitter's because we were moving to go live with my mom?s ex husband; I never told about what the babysitter did to me.

3rd experience

At 11 years old my mom?s friend introduced her to one of her friends, a male that was 45 or 46 and recently out of prison for raping an elderly woman, and robbing her house, - this my mom didn?t know till later.
As I grew older I grew a ?6th sense? if that is what you would like to call it. Certain men gave me funny vibes, whether I walked by them o the street, in a store or whether meeting them, I had funny vibes about men I thought were abusers. When I met this man, I will name him Jon, he keeps staring at me, and talking to me, I didn?t like him to begin with because he sent off the funny vibes, so I was shy. I didn?t say much to him. Later on he and my mom got together and he moved in with us, me, my mom, and my younger brother. For a while things were fine, but he still gave me the creeps, then one night I was laying in bed dreaming of someone touching me, I tried to move away, and woke up to realize that he was touching me, the reason I was dreaming of it. I was so scared that I just froze, I then just relaxed and tried to act like I was asleep, I tried to slow my breathing, and snore just a little. He kept touching me, fondling my breast, and rubbing me through my panties. Then he left. I sat there and was scared to death. The next morning I acted like nothing was wrong, and nothing had happened, thinking maybe it was a dream. Then that night he came again, I was awake, because I was scared, again I tried to act asleep, he began to touch me, and rub me again, then he kissed me, I tried to pull away but I didn?t want to give away that I was awake, I was so frightened. Then as he was rubbing me, his finger slip beside my panties, into me, I wanted to cry, but I didn?t. As the nights grew on, he began to do more and more, eventually he would jack off, or take my hand and make me jack him off, and then rub the cum on his dick onto his fingers and rub me with it, so open me up, so after he left every night, when I was sure he was in bed, I would get up and go to the bathroom and wipe myself crying to get him out of me. Then one night he started talking to me, I thought what a moron, I am asleep supposedly why is he talking to me, he was telling me to put my mouth on his dick, I was this night I knew he knew I wasn?t asleep, but as best as I could I tried, he pushed my head down over his dick, and pushed my head back and forth. When he pulled me back it was because I wasn?t doing it right, because I was acting to be asleep. He left me alone. Every night for months he would come in my room and molest me before or after his shower, while my mom was already asleep. One night my worst fear came true, or I thought it would, he was laying there with me, and all the sudden instead of laying beside me, he got over top of me, he had just got don?t getting me to jack him off, he rubbed his dick head against my pussy lips, and spread me, he did this for a while, then he hesitated and got off me, he laid there and rubbed his cum into me, I felt sick. When he left I cried, I had been so sure he would rape me that night, but he didn?t.
My little brother was born with a club foot, and they had to go to a check up, and a special hospital in SC, for him, I was left alone with my stepdad for the day. I was in my room and he came in, sometimes at night when we were laying there I was awake when he came in, I would let him know, so maybe he wouldn?t do anything, but he would get in the bed, and say ok let?s play a game. He would ask me where I was ticklish, and try to find the spot, when I laughed he would play on that spot, but a lot of the times he would do it right by my private parts, which I am ticklish at, so he thought I liked it. Another thing he would do is called a big hug. He would put me on top of him; the right parts over him, sometimes bouncing me on him or rubbing me on him. Well that day he laid beside me in my bed and started talking about my dad, he told me that he would never try to take his place, I just acted like I wasn?t listening, then he pulled me over, and asked me to give him a big hug, I hugged him like a normal hug, and tried to get away, he was like now that is not a big hug, I got up and said that I wanted to go play. That evening I came home- we lived in a trailer park, and I was outside all day- and told him that I was staying at a friend?s house, he got mad, and said I wasn?t. then I hollered back that I was because I didn?t feel comfortable staying there with him, it was just us too, my friend was outside, then boom, he smacked me so hard that I feel, crying and trying to get away, I told him to leave me alone, and I was telling mom when she got back, he said fine I will tell her you didn?t ask to leave. Then I walked out, and went with my friend, she asked me what was wrong, because I was still crying, and my face was bruised. I told her about what he did, and what he did at night. When my mom got home I told her the story but he told a different one. I then told her I wasn?t comfortable staying with him, she asked why , and I broke down and told her what he did at night, I was confused and scared, and told bits and pieces, she thought I was lying, she brought over a friend and made me tell her again. Then she said that it wasn?t right for me to lie, and that this could ruin his life, I tried to tell her I wasn?t lying, but she didn?t believe me. Then she brought him in the kitchen too, and made me say it again, I was scared, and didn?t want to. Then he sat there and looked at me, and said ?____ you know I would never hurt you, why would u say something like that?? later my mom told me that I was grounded for lying, and that maybe if I couldn?t talk to my friends that I would learn to not lie about something so important.
After a while about 2 weeks later I was in the house and my mom had told me I couldn?t have any candy, I was still being punished, he was in there, and eating some, he held out his hand to give me some then was like ?No I can?t give you any, you will just tell on me again.? After this I was sure that he really had molested me, for a while I made myself believe that it was a dream, but I knew it wasn?t.
To this day my mom still doesn?t believe me, and they are married now, and I hate him more than ever.

Please please, if you get off on my story, do not tell me, i dont want to know.