The Real Rape Thread!

[SomethingNasty]

Reading this thread made me sad, and even a little guilty about my own writing. I have never suffered anything like this, I'm just one of those who is genuinely disturbed by the real thing but likes the fantasy.

 

[Crotch_Ripper]

Anything under the age of 18 cannot be posted here. The phrase "When I was younger" is fine.

 

[Crotch_Ripper]

You may indeed tell your real life story. However we still have to abide by age rules. Age references under 18 can cause problems for this board.

I guess I was misinformed then, I was told in the Real Rape Thread we could post our real life experiences and that in this thread the age wasn't a problem.

 

[Bentjudges]

The Real Rape Thread

kaylapiggie19 when you say ruin your life do you mean get you pregnant or just the psychological effects of the rape?

 

[grants70]

.. I'm just one of those who is genuinely disturbed by the real thing but likes the fantasy.

That probably describes the majority of us here.

 

[bigal]

that probably describes the majority of us here.

+1.

 

[rove]

I've been raped by several people in my life starting when I was a young boy by my grandfather. It crushed me. I felt like I moved from victim status to survivor status when I finally told my family about my grandfather when I was in my teen years and we got him thrown in jail. But, I've been getting raped at random by strangers since I was 23 years old. I guess I've become numb to it now. I don't want to accept that this is my life or that I came into existence for other people's pleasure but I don't know what else to think. I've been raped at a hotel in my sleep by two different guys that I didn't even know after I took a sleep aid, raped over a sink in a public bathroom while I was washing my face and had soap in my eyes, raped on the side of I-95 by a state trooper, raped by a crazy serial rapist that was actually on the news and is currently serving time for the rape of three women in Maryland... I don't know why this keeps happening to me. I do the best I can to live a normal life but nothing about this is normal.

 

[DtchCltch4Eva]

I've been raped by several people in my life starting when I was a young boy by my grandfather. It crushed me. I felt like I moved from victim status to survivor status when I finally told my family about my grandfather when I was in my teen years and we got him thrown in jail. But, I've been getting raped at random by strangers since I was 23 years old. I guess I've become numb to it now. I don't want to accept that this is my life or that I came into existence for other people's pleasure but I don't know what else to think. I've been raped at a hotel in my sleep by two different guys that I didn't even know after I took a sleep aid, raped over a sink in a public bathroom while I was washing my face and had soap in my eyes, raped on the side of I-95 by a state trooper, raped by a crazy serial rapist that was actually on the news and is currently serving time for the rape of three women in Maryland... I don't know why this keeps happening to me. I do the best I can to live a normal life but nothing about this is normal.

Sweet merciful Jesus, dude. I'm so sorry

 

[cenamgrl]

Hello everyone, I appreciate this thread as it seems supportive. I am working on sharing sharing my experience and talking about it to help me overcome it. MI am a 23 year old woman from Guatamala and this happened 10 years ago.

My parents were both teachers at an international school, they had spent time in US studying and so they raised me speaking both Spanish and English. We never had a lot of money or any real problems that I knew but apparently my parents were not well liked by some of the gang members in the area because we seemed to be a good family who could afford things. As my mother tells me now there were lots of threats and so my parents worked with a priest to send just me on a path to the US. It could only be me because of the cost. As you can guess a young girl traveling a lone in one of these groups is dangerous and unfortunately for me that came true.

I started my trip with one of the priests out of my town but somewhere in Mexico he said he couldn't go any further and had to turn back. We still had about 10 days of travel to go and now I was on my own. I tried to make friends with some of the other families but it just didn't happen soon enough after a few more nights one of the coyotes pulled me out of the group and into a small shed he told me that the money my family had paid ran out and I needed to pay more obviously having no money I just tried to run he grabbed me and told me there were other ways I could pay he pulled out a gun and told me to get on my knees and after I did he unzipped his pants, he pressed the gun to my head and told me no biting as he pulled out his pens. He made me give him a blow jobs the next night too. The next night though there were more men when he pulled me away from the group they made me strip and gang raped me. Both of these were the first time I had ever done anything with a man the pain and shame I felt was heavy but that wasn't the worst of it. When we got to the last town before crossing I was told I still had a debt and was taken to a house. I was told this is where they would keep me while I worked off my debt and now I would also owe them for giving me a place to live. For the next three months they would take me to hotels and homes around town and let men use m, sometimes it would be quick and just one man, other times it would be longer. I believe the longest was 8 men had bought me for 2 days and they kept me tied to a bed and tucked me constantly when they felt like it. Men peed on me , made me sick toilet bowls, made me gag so hard during a blow jobs I would almost vomit and fuck me so hard I would cry.

Finally one day they took me on a longer drive, I didn't know it but they have taken me into the US and thankfully when I got to my appointment the police were there. I was given a sec trafficking victim visa. Many other groups stepped into help. I called the church I was supposed to go to in TX and they said the chores told them I ran away and they didn't have the resources to look for me. They also helped me get settled in America .

I share my story to show that there is light afterwards, I now have a green card and am in community college here in the US while I work. But I also tell it to unburden myself. I can't bring myself to tell my parents because I don't know if they would forgive themselves or because of my parents strict faith I am worried they would also blame me. This also impacts my relationships, it takes a lot for me to get close to people and even see is difficult. No matter how safe I feel I can't give a man oral without feeling that gun on my head from the first time