I got used for as long as i can remember after high-school, never forced just gently nudged or it slipped in or I'm sleeping and I wake up to it. Everything I endured during my early days has turned me into a slut. I can't stop fucking both men and women. It's crazy how hypersexual I am and I just want to be raped always.

Did your trauma turn into your biggest kink?

I got raped by my uncle almost every night when I was 16, he would sneak into my room and suck my dick until i finish. I would pretend to be asleep all throughout, I was scared but part of me wants it. No penetration happened, just oral and touch things.

Hi! Bunny back again with one I'm still processing. Hope you like it🩷

One night I went out to the club with my friends. It was a huge club. Different rooms and floors with different music. We're dancing and a group of men come over and dance with us. We're drinking and having a good time. The guy dancing with me starts to get really handsy. Grabbing and squeezing my ass and tits. I push his hands off and he seems to chill. We're all getting drunker and drunker. He slips his hand under my skirt and I scream and push him off me. My friends are pulling me away from him and we go to a different floor. 

By the end of the night we're all way too drunk, giggling and stumbling. The guys from before came over and apologize for their friend. We all hung out and I tried to stay clear of the handsy one. The guys invite us back to their place and we accept. They give us the address and we ubered to their place

The house was huge. Three floors and several bedrooms. The main dude told us they were from out of town on a trip and this was an Airbnb. I was starting to get the spins so asked where the bathroom was. I didn't want to throw up on a stranger's floor. He's says the owner only wants guest to use the third floor bathroom. 

I stumble my way to the bathroom almost puking on the steps. When I head back to the first floor I'm grabbed behind into a headlock and drag backwards into a dark bedroom. I'm thrown on the bed and I can't see anything. Multiple hands are grab at me. Groping my tits, my ass, everywhere. Hands pulling up my dresses and flippings me over. 

A pair of hands grab my hair and aggressively pulls me across the bed. I'm spread open with my head hanging of the bed. Another pair of hands is pinning my legs down. I start to struggle and scream but the minute I open my mouth a cock is basically in my throat. I feel the hands tighten in my hair. His hip move slowly at first but quickly finds a brutal pace. 

At the same time the other hands puts two fingers inside me and spreads them. A voice says slut's cunt is soaked. I feel his body weight on top on my legs and his cock slap against my butt. He says she wants it bad and shove inside of my pussy pumping without any mercy. He's slapping my ass as he raped me. The cock in my mouth is thrusting so roughly I can't catch me breath. I'm gagging spit and tears dripping down my face and they're both moaning.

They used me for what felt like forever. Eventually they both cum. One in my throat. He makes me swallows it and then spit in my mouth and tells me to swallow that too. The other pull me back against him and starts to choke me as he thrust inside. Calling me a slut, a dumb whore, rape meat. He squeezes me neck so hard I think I'll black out then I feel him cum deep inside me. He releases me and pulls out and pushes me back on the bed. I was in a daze for awhile. One of them says a vague threat but I don't remember it. I never found out if either of my rapists' had been the handsy guy from earlier🩷

Someone told me I should put myself out there more. So here’s my worst nightmare (fantasy!) :

I’m walking home from work like I do every day. My neighborhood is quiet and pretty well-lit. I’m listening to music and not really paying attention to my surroundings. On my route, there’s a dark alley I usually walk past, and while it used to scare me at first, now I don’t really pay it any mind. I don’t see the van parked there today. I’ve barely passed the alley when someone pulls me back. I struggle, but I’m too weak, and I’m thrown into the back of the van. Before it starts moving, I feel a needle in my neck and fall asleep.

I wake up naked, tied up in what looks like a basement. It’s dirty, dark, and smells musty. I’m strapped with my legs spread apart to what looks like an old gynecological table. I notice a man standing near a table a little further away. I try to scream but I’m gagged. The man is rummaging through my purse. He seems to be looking for something in particular.

After a moment, he turns toward me with a satisfied smile. It takes me a moment to make out what he’s holding in his hand: my pack of birth control pills, which he tosses into a trash can with an air of disgust.

The days all blend together after that. They all run into one another. Every day, my holes are used by men—the one who kidnapped me or others. Every time, they manage to ejaculate inside me. They enjoy causing pain. I’m barely fed, and the only liquid they allow me to drink is their urine.

But one day, they start feeding me a little more. I feel nausea coming on and realize I’m pregnant. My belly and breasts are getting bigger. They look satisfied.

When I give birth a few months later, they don’t let me see the baby. I’m immediately hooked up to a milking machine. My milk is collected, bottled, and sold online. The man shows me the bottles with my face printed on them.

For a few months, I’m treated better. I’m milked three times a day, but I’m better fed, less raped or beaten.

Until my body gradually stops producing milk. Then the hell begins again

I met with a random guy from Reddit in my city. I ended up sucking him off in the back of his car, this was the first cock I'd ever touched. While it was happening and after I couldn't stop hoping he'd go farther, I was scared but I wanted him to grab me and fuck my throat, decide that fucking me would be worth it, I wanted so badly for him to decide raping me was the best option.

Sadly I just swallowed and left, still fun though

There are few things in this world that I've experienced that offer more insight into the underlying and secret desires of both men and women than having a rape kink and participating in CNC. There is an entire underworld of normally repressed emotions on both sides of this kink that get to be fully fleshed out and explored when you have the right partner and the right ground rules. But, and it probably goes without saying, a good number of the people who are into this kink are, in one way or another, broken or traumatized, and I'm no exception. That alone sets the stage for the majority of CNC relationships(situationships?): they will be intense, and very likely short lived.

Short lived and intense aren't necessarily bad, but when you're using this kink to cover up some hole in your heart, it wears on you. I think that's where I'm at now. The frequency, the churn rate, the inevitable hurt emotions when you(I) naturally tend to shape what is a purely sexual relationship into something that fulfills one's deeper needs and desires, trying to fill that hole that is often times the root cause of the kink itself. If you want a lot of intense and fun sex, this is an amazing kink. If you want to settle down in a long term relationship, this is an awful kink to start a relationship with. Which of course puts one in a very tough position, would I even want a relationship if I didn't get the express this kink at all? Maybe. Maybe if I can fill that hole properly I won't feel like I need it anymore.

I think I'm just tired. It's been 4 years since I started into this kink. I went from 3 partners to 19 in that time. My longest lived relationships were partners 1 and 2. I think that speaks for itself.

Thanks for reading.

it’s summer again, and i’m still as alone as ever. chronically single, painfully avoidant, terrified of people, as i have been, for the last 10 years. for someone who oh so truly hates people, i seem to love seeking people out a lot. the physicality, the emotional connection. i love flirting, i love making people feel needed wanted, yet no one seems to want me, save rapists and people who seem to want to assault me - people who only see me as an object to fuck, to touch, to desire, to have, to be an accessory by their shoulder, a trophy to conquer, to display, to pass around to their friends, then tossed away to the side, discarded, onto the next conquest. for a girl who never dates, rarely goes out, i sure do get raped a lot. it’s funny really. even my mom molests me - the inappropriate touching, the boundary crossing borderline sexual comments. they never stopped, and i was too much of a coward to ever stop her, to tell her i didn’t like it, or want it. not even in a shameful secretive “i enjoyed it sort of way” i just hated it. hated how it made me feel, how uncomfortably violating it felt. like when she wanted to give me a massage, and all i wanted to tell her was i don’t want you to touch me, but she pushed me down, and did it anyways. it wasn’t rape, not really anyways, but it felt like it, and it felt infinitely more violating than any of my rapes ever did, in a creepy crawling, nails scratching on your skin kind of disgust, sort of way. and that just felt so much worse. because every time i was raped at least i secretly enjoyed it some how, in some way, at least it felt good, my body felt good, the men using me, it made me feel something - i felt wanted, desired, so overwhelmingly and completely consumed by them, it was intoxicating; knowing someone would risk jail and ignore my please and cries of no’s because they couldn’t help themselves, as they fucked me, pushed themselves inside of me - to me it felt greater then any drug in the world, even though i hated it; hated the rapes, hated the men, hated what they did, but my body loved it, my head high off of being desired, my body reacting to their every touch, every thrust, seared into my memory, like a brand, white hot, unforgettable. i’ll never forget what they said to me. one told me, i could tell you liked it, as though that justified raping me, and i just sheepishly accepted it, eyes down cast, blushing, ashamed. because he was right in a way, i did enjoy it, enjoyed how much he made me cum, and how intense it all felt, but it didn’t make any of what he did in any way okay, he ignored me, he pretended like he didn’t hear me, and that felt violating. even if it felt violating in a good way. a few weeks ago, i was at a lesbian bar and i met a girl. our chemistry was almost immediate - i could tell she had a crush on me. towards the end of the night we ended up making out, and things got more and more heated. she started up biting my neck, hard. i loved it, my neck was one of my weak spots, and i was oh so sensitive there; it felt good, intoxicating again, but i was crossed (her idea) and i didn’t think it was a good idea for us to go as far as we already were going, and it didn’t help that i felt so vulnerable in that moment, out in a bar that was winding down, with her biting my neck, me trying to hold back my moans. it was too much. wait, stop, i whined to her, slow down, this is too much! wait! i pleaded with her again and again. she didn’t stop, or slow down, she kept going, and like the coward i was i didn’t even try to push her away from me, and i just took it, until her senses finally came to her, and she listened to my pleas. it was an interesting experience i guess, i blame myself almost in a way, for being such a coward, for not standing up for myself even though i was getting assaulted in public, but i also blame her, for not listening to me, for being so caught up in whatever was going on in her head that she objectified me enough in that moment that my needs became irrelevant, no matter how i phrased it. but yet that didn’t feel so violating, more annoying i guess. but it was still a shock to me, coming from a girl; i feel so lost. i don’t know how to feel.

He did not rape me. He kissed me and felt up on me. It was just creepy the way he went about it…. Like he had done it before. I was shocked and a little distraught because an hour prior, a group of police cars had stopped me looking for someone (I don’t want to say too many details). Basically I was already stressed the fuck out to the point where I started crying. The police officers reassured me that everything would be ok and that they would catch the criminal.

After they caught the guy, an officer I had met months ago escorted to my car. He was middle aged, average looking. I saw him months ago when he came to my house to check up on me. He looked at my body with hunger in his eyes. He came back a second time to “make sure I was safe”, but I could tell he just wanted to see me again. Anyway, he dropped me off at my car and hugged me because I was still crying. He gave me his number and told me to call him if I don’t feel safe.

When I finally got home after that entire drama, another cop knocks on my door. He was part of the group of police that had stopped me hours before. This one was younger with a dark beard. Normally, I don’t let anyone in my home, especially not a man, but my guard was down. I thought he was going to ask me about what happened when they stopped me. Maybe he was trying to get some details about an ongoing investigation into the criminal.

Then he started asking weird questions. My roommate was in her room. He was trying to figure out when I would be home alone. He said he liked my dress. I was wearing a green long sundress with a small split. It tied up in the front around my cleavage. He hugged me. I thought he was trying to comfort me because i was clearly upset. He was breathing in deeply, smelling and touching my hair. He grabbed my waist and kissed my cheeks. I could feel his beard on my face, first the right side, then the left. I liked the way he felt against me. I wanted to close my eyes and let him have me. He wanted me so badly, he squeezed my waist even harder and tried to kiss my lips.

That’s when I snapped out of it and dismissed him. The whole time he’s grabbing my waist. His hands slid down closer to my butt. He patted my butt when he left like I was his girlfriend or something. I was frozen. I felt violated. I was angry that he awakened something in me without my permission. I can’t stop thinking about it now.

The way his breath and his beard rubbed against my cheeks. Feeling his hands on my waist, squeezing me while his lips tasted my cheeks. Maybe I should’ve let him kiss me on the mouth. He left me hungry. I just know he’s a bad guy, so I can’t entertain it. A part of me wanted to keep going.

Hiii i am a guy and i am 19 ( crazy that i almost got raped as a guy right?) it happened awhile ago, basically it was a long day at my part time job and i was wearing some shorts and a simple t-shirt, my physique isnt anything impressive im quite tall, i do sports so a bit fit but mostly my top side of my body is on the skinnier side while my legs and ass are quite big which you could see on my shorts, anyway to get home i needed to catch a bus, ride it for 25 minutes and then walk 30 minutes from the bus stop to reach my home, it wasnt dark yet but it was getting there , sooo while on the bus there was this guy and girl , probably around their 30s and they sat right inf front of me facing me, they started whispering to one another and i couldnt quite make out what they said but they were looking at me like a lot, so it made me quite uncomfortable, but since my stop was the last stop i thought that maybe they would get off first because usually i would get off alone at my stop. So we get to my stop and i get out and they get out right after me, and the walk home is quite secluded , it is near a main street but not many houses are there and not many people walk there so it was strange for me. Anyway they followed me into this pathway through a field and they yelled out asking me to stop cause they need directions, so i stopped and then they came up to me, the woman grabbed me by my hand, slapped me and in my language she said "we are gonna enjoy this" , i started fighting back but the man pushed me to the side and i fell over into the field, i tried getting up but they were getting on top of me but they werent too strong, to be honest the man was weaker than the woman so i pushed them back and started running as fast as i could through the field and after awhile they stopped chasing, overall i wish something like this could happen again because now i doubt id fight back since ever since that day i started touching myself at the thought of being raped and since then i keep going through there hoping to meet em again. Thank you for reading my story, i just wanted to share this with you all. Also feel free to comment your thoughts or just make fun of me

I was told this is a good place to share my story

I live in Japan with a nearby military base from the US. It is a common thing that the americans there will harass and assault local women. If you grow up here, it is something you are warned about. "Avoid talking to the americans" and such. It is because they have a lot of impunity.

I also grew up with anime and manga. And i always liked those strong heroes in them, that fight for what they believe in and don't submit to anyone. But these people don't really exist in japan outside our entertainment. Japanese men are very meek and submissive. So i had to accepted that and started to date a cute boy who had a lot of qualities. But i was never really into him the way i was into anime characters. It often felt more like he is my best friend and i am dating him to make him happy.

One day we were on our way home from a cos event and my boyfriend went into a store to buy some snacks, when an american came and talked to me. He made a lot of comments on me that i look "very cute and fuckable" and such things and he groped me too, but then he left again. I didn't tell my boyfriend about it, because i didn't wanted him to worry. It was done.

A few days later we came across the same guy again and he flirted with me in front of my boyfriend. My boyfriend didn't really notice because he doesn't speak english aswell as i do. I tried to be polite so i thanked him for his compliments but also said i have a boyfriend. He responded by saying that "he looks like a bitch". I told my boyfriend that the american was just looking for directions.

Another week later, my boyfriend and i were out at night in the park and we came across him again.

This time he was very different. He started to touch me while calling me a lot of things. My boyfriend was trying to tell him off in really bad english but of course he didn't achieve anything. He then kissed me and put his hands under my skirt. That is when my boyfriend tried to fight him and the american defeated him very easily. The american pushed me down on the ground and had sex with me in front of him. He took big pleasure in that. Eventually he was done, he got up, made fun of my boyfriend and left.

We both went home without talking a lot that day.

I will skip what happened the next few days.

I have to admit, i enjoyed what happened. It reminded me of a Netorare story, "taking someones loved one" that i read in the past. It was better sex than i had with my boyfriend too.

And i realized that my boyfriend will never become the kind of anime hero i am attracted to.
If anything, i became less attracted to him, because he couldn't even fight for me.
The american on the other hand. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I broke up with my boyfriend. I told him it's because of what happened, and that is not a lie, but it is more that i don't see him as an attractive man anymore. When i already didn't do it a lot to begin with.

A few weeks later i met the american again, calling after me when i went down the street to a cafe. And i liked it. I hesitated about what to do, but when i left it, i went to him and gave him my number. We have been dating since. And i feel like i finally have a strong hero at my side.

I need it

For most of my life since I was a kid I’ve been groped by a lot of boys there were my same age in elementary, middle school, and high school. I have a naturally curvy figure and always was told I have a big butt and my breast came in early so I was touched a lot and I’m a shy person in general. So I was always embarrassed to say something when it would happen. It would happen during class, recess, swimming classes, gym, buses, bathrooms. The boys and a few girls would somehow either discreetly fondle my ass or grab my boobs or try to stick their hands down my pants. And I’ve been Raped by my step brother aswell.

It’s now has all turned into a huge kink of mine. I want someone to just follow me around then drag me to a secluded area and rape me until I’m drench in my fluids and unable to think probably. I can’t get enough of chikan porn aswell I watch it constantly especially the ones on trains or buses or while they work. I really like the idea of being groped while on the train otw to work or a closed off space. Being taken advantage of while drunk or drugged. Or even sleeping just to wake up to being tied to the bed with my legs spread open and being fingered, eaten, and eventually fucked while I’m begging to stop and for mercy even though I secretly want more and love it. I want to be overstimulated and forced to take it again and again until I pass out. I get so wet thinking about it and feel a bit shamed for liking it and wanting to recreate it with other ppl.

I started university thinking it would just be about meeting people, praxe, and enjoying a new phase of my life.

Instead, I ended up in a situation that still follows me around months later.
I met an older “doutor” during praxe. At first it seemed harmless — he followed me, replied to my stories, complimented me, said he had noticed my tattoo before and thought I was pretty. Then he started asking me for things I clearly said no to, like nudes. He would apologize, especially when he blamed it on being drunk, but then he would start again.
At some point he started mixing that with the power dynamic of praxe. Saying things like:
“I’m your doutor, you have to obey me.”
“Get on all fours, caloira.”
I felt uncomfortable, but also confused, and I kept minimizing it in my head.
One day we met up. Afterwards, while it was raining, he walked me home and kept insisting on coming upstairs even though I said no multiple times. Eventually I gave in because he kept pushing and asked if he could at least come in for water.
Inside my room, he closed the door and things became physical very quickly. I never truly felt comfortable or safe. I remember sitting on my bed trying to cover myself because I felt insecure and uneasy while he stood there staring at me.
There were multiple moments where I said no, hesitated, or froze. But he kept pushing for more.
At one point he kept insisting on sex after I had already refused several times. I only even considered it if there was protection involved, but he kept trying to convince me otherwise and pushing past my hesitation until I eventually stopped resisting.
When it happened, it was rough and painful. There was no care, no gentleness, no concern about whether I was okay. He slapped my chest during it and treated me more like an object than a person. Afterwards he made degrading comments about my body and sexual things I had done, leaving me feeling humiliated and detached from myself.
What hurt even more was later finding out that he told other men intimate details about me — comments about my body, sexual comments, private things that were never his to share. Some of those men later approached me sexually because of what he had told them.
For a long time I blamed myself because I went, because I let him in, because I froze instead of fighting harder.
But I’ve learned that:
consent is not pressure,
consent is not persistence,
and consent is not someone wearing you down until you give up.
I’m not posting this for drama or attention. I’m posting it because situations like this are so often minimized, especially in environments with power dynamics like praxe.
If you’ve experienced something similar and questioned whether your discomfort was “valid” — it is.
Your boundaries matter.
And they deserve to be respected.

It will always remain a fantasy, but it’s made me feel like a bad person. I’ll never make someone go through that unless it’s cnc.

I think I'm losing my mind. I've been acting like... a whore. I don't know what has happened to me.

It all started on my birthday. My aunties have been conspiring with my mom to get me settled down ever since I finished college. But I was working so I asked my parents to wait before they start looking for someone, and they gave me almost two years but then they found someone.

Rishabh is nice but he is 35 years old. I've just turned 25. I don't understand why they chose him for me I think he is too old. They had us do the engagement on my birthday. I was not exactly sad but I'm not happy either.

So now I'm engaged to someone I have 0 feelings for. I tried to develop some chemistry with him. We went on family dates but I asked to go alone with him. I tried to get close to him. I held his hand. I sat very close to him. I put my hand on his thigh and stroked it a bit. I looked in his eyes. But he didn't even try to kiss me or be close to me at all.

I kissed him on the cheek when he dropped me at home and still nothing but a smile.

I was almost angry with how unromantic he was with me.

I decided to out with my friends and because there were boys in our group too we went to go see a movie during the night show.

One of my friends was sitting next to me but there was another guy sitting on my other side right at the last seat of the row.

Everything was fine but all of a sudden I felt the other guys hand on my thigh.

I admit I was dressed a little inappropriately. I was wearing a short skirt and a tube top and quite a lot of cleavage was visible but that's because we had gone to a very trendy restaurant for dinner and wanted to take photos.

So this stranger was lightly rubbing the back of his hand on my bare thigh.

I completely froze. I hadn't experienced anything inappropriate like this before. Unlike many other women... I've never been molested or anything. I didn't know what to do. I probably should have stopped it but I just couldn't.

When he felt no resistance from me, he extended his reach some more and starting inching his fingers between my legs and I just sat there doing nothing.

He pinched my inner thigh lightly and I like a dumbass opened my legs for him.

He didn't waist a second before his hand was at my croch rubbing my pussy through my panties.

That's when I realized how wet my pussy already was.

I couldn't even get a gasp out when he pushed aside my panties and started touching my sopping wet pussy... the movie was loud but I still didn't make a single sound at his rough fingers rubbed against my swollen clit. He rubbed it for a while and then pulled his hand out.

That's when I almost started screaming because how dare this fucker touch me with out permission and then not even satisfy me.

But before I could do anything he started putting his hand up my top and squeezing my breast.

He used his other hand to grab mine and put it on his cock that he had pulled out of his jeans. It seemed pretty big and thick... I had never touched one before and only ever see one in porn videos. It felt a little bit slimy on the top. He wrapped my hand around it and moved it up and down.

A stranger was using my hand to jerk his cock for him but I didn't pull my hand back in fact I started rubbing it and light squeezing it myself...

I was acting like whore. Actually no. This man wasn't gonna pay me for this... so I was acting like a slut. An insane nymphomaniac.

The man was clearly enjoying himself because I heard a light moan from him.

It probably wasn't his first time molesting someone but I was probably the first slut he had ever molested. I was enjoying it and pleasuring the man who was molesting me.

I turned slightly in hopes that he would start touching my pussy again but my movement caught the attention of my friend next to me. I had completely forgotten about him in my madness.

He clearly saw my hand full of a strangers cock because his eyes widened before he looked around and whispered in my ear,

"What the fuck are you doing? Who is that guy?"

"I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know who he is... please don't tell anyone!" I replied, whispering frantically.

He thought for a while and then whispered in my ear... "I won't tell anyone but only if you'll suck my cock."

"What? I won't do that!"

"Then I will tell your fiancé and everyone in our group."

As you can imagine, I had to agree to suck his cock.

All while continuing to jerk off the stranger.

Once my friends had his blowjob confirmed, he started squeezing and teasing my tits too.

And also fingering my pussy. Thank God because it was almost throbbing and dripping with wetness.

"God this is the wettest pussy I have ever felt... I never knew you were such a whore."

I was offended that he called me a whore when I was clearly a slut but I didn't correct him.

The stranger was unbothered that another man was now fingering my pussy and touching my tits.

He started to cum all over my hand and then the fucker caught some of it and wiped it on the side of my skirt. Then he wiped a little bit of it on my lip.

Instinctually I licked it because I'm an idiot but I didn't even have the time to say anything because then my friend took me by my hair and pushed my face on to his penis.

It tasted salty. And it smelt... I can't explain what it smelt like but it had a distinct smell. It did not smell completely bad or anything either...

I'm ashamed to admit but I sucked his cock the way I had seen pornstars do it in the video. I licked and sucked and tried to take him deeper.

It was annoying because my friend kept pushing my head down more than I could manage and at some moments it was almost like he was trying to make me throw up.

But the stranger man had recovered by then and was fingering my pussy from behind while I was choking on my friends cock.

It did feel a little bit amazing.

My friend came inside my mouth without any warning and didn't even let me pull up my head until I swallowed it all.

I'm deeply ashamed to admit that I loved the taste of his cum. Even though I told him that he was very mean and rough with me. He did say sorry about that so it's fine I guess.

We all straightened up during the interval. My friend even bought me a water bottle to rinse the taste of cum from my mouth. I finally got a look at the stranger who molested me and got me to jerk him off and he looked like a complete uncle. He had a balding head and everything. I was mortified.

They took their turns playing with my pussy and tits... I didn't even try to stop them but they didn't make me cum.

It was probably the universe punishing me for becoming a mad slut.

I honestly don't understand why I did any of this.

My friends and I decided to drive into the city to party since we all just graduated high school (all 18+). I was supposed to drive but it started snowing, and my gut said it was a bad idea to drive so I said I wouldnt take us. This guy M volunteered. We went, and hit black ice. M lost control of the vehicle, we spun three times and ended up in the ditch unharmed but the car was pretty damaged. Cars were flying into the ditch all around us, we could see half a dozen from our location.

We got towed and made it to the party anyway. M was pissed and embarrassed that I decided not to drive and he didn't anticipate the danger. We all got fucked up. I rarely drink. The next thing I knew, M had his head in my lap. I was so thrilled, I've always been the pudgie and not so great looking one, and he was the hottest of our friends. I'd never had a boyfriend. It was too much - my social anxiety spiked. I went upstairs and smoked a cigarette. Unfortunately I had no idea what I was doing and smoked it like weed, making myself so sick. I eventually crawled into someone's bed.

The next thing I knew M was there. He said I should have been the one to wreck my car but he would forgive me since we were all fine. I felt his hands on my belly. I was laying on my back, feeling the world spin as his hands crept over to hold and squeeze my pussy through my clothes.

I couldn't move and immediately knew i was getting wet. He found my clit and started working it through my pants. I should have said no. I wanted to struggle but I couldn't. Part of me wanted him to touch me even though every touch felt like a violation, I've had a rapekink for a long time before this. Eventually he slid my pants down and fucked me, my pants still around my ankles. He fit his dick in with my legs mostly together and my arms pinned my sides. He came inside me. I only felt good when he was using his hands and then again right when he came. It's like I could feel his pleasure as he twitched and I could feel my painful tightness loosen up. I'm still so ashamed that I wish I had cum.

I still felt sick and dizzy, worried about someone coming up to find us. He went to the bathroom and brought back a rag, wiped me, and pulled up my pants. He left the room and I passed out.

I have a fantasy where a group of men stalk, harass, and, gaslight me. It starts slowly with rape threats in my inbox on social media and works it's way to harassing me in public, but it's done in a way that makes people not believe me. It reaches the point where I sound like I'm losing it. And that's when they kidnap, drug me, and use me for days. Load after load. When they finally let me go I'm so messed up I believe I asked for this.

I (26f) know it’s not rape per se but it feels like it as, like I don’t want to do it but I’m basically forced by circumstances and my loan shark/pimp to.

Not to give too much about myself away but for background, I come from a family of immigrants, my parents and older brother (34m) are from India, but I was born here (I’m the only one in my family who’s a US citizen as I was born here, while my parents and brother only lived here on a visas), studied at ASU and after graduation, I moved up here to the Bay Area with some friends.

My parents permanently moved back to India in 2022 for their retirement my brother now lives in Dubai, my friends who I moved up here with have moved elsewhere, hence by 2025, I’m the only one remaining here and most of my relatives here in the States either live down in LA or Dallas. That said, I can’t exactly just move in with family.

Anyway, now to how I got here.

Up until early March this year, I did have a government job but was laid off (won’t talk about that), I do have a part-time (now full-time) cleaning and gardening business but it’s not doing too well right now either. Don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoy cleaning, cooking and gardening as it does take my mind off things but still, kinda wish it paid more.

Even when I did have my government job, rent was basically eating up all of my salary anyway, hence I started the cleaning and gardening business so I can have money to at least pay for stuff.

Now fast forward and skipping a whole bunch of unnecessary stuff, at my cleaning business, I got acquainted with this businessman who I’ll call “Jack” (51m) as I do garden work for him. He knew about my situation and did agree to lend me money to pay rent.

However, after a while, as I’m always finding it hard to pay my debts, we came to an arrangement in which he lends me money to cover my rent but instead of me paying him back directly, he for lack of a better word, pimps me out to his “clients” who pay him for the privilege of fucking me. Half the time, Jack would have me drive over to his motel or clubs to fuck there, or he’d give them my address and I’d have to host them at my place.

That said, since about early April, I’ve been seeing guys come over to my place or meet them at the motel, where they’d do things to me their wives wouldn’t let them do (like hitting me with belts and being choked), they’d try things they’ve seen on porn sites by doing it on me, call me racial slurs, slap me, shove objects inside of me (like bottles, my curling iron, and once the barrel of a revolver) and force me to drink alcohol to loosen me up.

Jack assured me that none of his clients have STD and he requires them to provide proof but just to be safe, I do also get tested at Planned Parenthood to continue checking that I’m clean and yes, I am on the pill.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sex, I love it and I’m happy to be submissive and don’t mind a little degradation but, I’m having trouble trying to explain it but, like, I want to do this on my own terms, and for this to be a job that they don’t even pay me directly, I feel like some kind of prisoner sex slave of my own making. It also gets scary sometimes as they can be really aggressive, my passive and somewhat subservient personality doesn’t help with that and yes the fear that one day, the pill fails or I catch something.

Jack has assured me that I can stop this arrangement at any time but it’d mean it also means he’d stop giving me loans to help pay my rent and groceries.

Now I get that it’s not rape per se as I did agree to this but I also feel forced by circumstances and really forcing myself to whore myself out.

Sometimes when I have one of Jack’s clients in my bed, I feel like a prisoner, helpless and damsel in distress begging for someone to save me from this prison of my own making where I have to whore myself out for rent.

However, at the same time, in a sick sorta way, this more primal part of me enjoys this thing that consciously I’m supposed to detest. Like the feeling of helplessness, being subservient, subjugated and being small is a turn on for me.

So that’s my rant and just wanting to get it off my chest.

I was raped multiple times by a teacher when I was in middle school. I completely forgot about it for years until it resurfaced. Now I get off on being degraded about my rapes. I get off the shame and the humiliation.

Do you think I should publish my rape story publicly here ?

Hey yall so I’ve never told anyone this so here is me sharing my story!

I’m a Black 24yo woman and about 2 years ago I was raped for the first time in my life. It was just a usual Saturday with my girls going downtown to the clubs so I dressed in something sexy and slutty!

I wore a short mini skirt that had my ass hanging out. Like you could literally see my ass and pink g-string! As you can guess I had EVERYONES eyes on me! Like every guy was just craving me and looking me so lustfully. Even men with gfs looked at me like they needed to have me! The look in their eyes! I felt so sexy and slutty!

Anyways, it was getting towards 1 am and my friends were getting tired and wanted to go home but I still had a lot of energy! Luckily in the club there was a table where there was a group of frat boys and they looked at me and they all wanted me. So I told my friends to go home and I’d stay with them. They got me 1, 2, 3, 5 shots and I was so fucked up and felt like everything was spinning!

They got an uber back but I was kinda passed out so they took me to their frat house. That’s when I started wake up a little. They picked me up and walked up the stairs into the living room and they laid me on the couch on my belly.

I heard them say, “wow she looks like a slut.” And I looked up and it was like 8-9 of them agreeing with their friend! I then felt their hands all over me sliding my g-string to the side and putting their fingers in. Then I felt a cock inside me and they were fucking me missionary while I had a cock in my mouth. I tried to say no several times I think. I don’t remember. And tried to push them off but they kept going. I was so drunk I just couldn’t find the strength to push them off me. All 9 of them came inside me and then ordered and uber for me and they sent me on my way home with a Plan B.

I felt so ashamed and disgusting but after a week I craved that experience again! I now rapebait when I go to the clubs wearing the shortest mini skirts with my ass out! Regular sex doesn’t cut it for me. I crave being completely helpless like a slut taking raw dick and multiple loads.