Thread of females violating males
She violated me on an oily stageI used to DJ at a local late-licence pub in town, and it was only the second time I'd met her mother. Her Mum's birthday. It also happened to be Halloween that particular friday night so I'm in drag, Morticia Addams style. The gf had a very `Modern` relationship with her mum and had bought her a vibrator for her birthday, which was in her handbag.I need to get something out of my bag under the table, and as I'm rummaging around her Mum turns the plastic percy on full blast and rams it a full inch into my arsehole through my tights, pants and miniskirt.Being a bit surprised by this , I quickly stand up, twat my head on the table (which had the CD players on), the music skips and the entire dancefloor turn towards me to see her Mum holding the vibe in the air in a victory salute, and me rubbing my head and pulling my kecks from deep within me at the same time.
Now, I'm not going to say anything that could be misconstrued as an admission, but a friend of mine knows all about his, first hand. There was a girl, his brothers' girlfriend in fact, who by happenstance came by their house one night. She was very drunk, even he knew the scent of alcohol at 14, and he was very much alone in the house. She managed to convince my friend to let her in to wait for his brother, her boyfriend, to get home. They sat on the Chesterfield talking, the smell of alcohol strong in the air. She moved closer to him, stalking him, and was eventually on top of him, pinning him to the sofa, tugging violently at his clothes, saying things that scared this 14-year-old to death.
By the grace of God, he doesn't remember much more than that of that night. The next thing he knew after that he woke up, naked on the floor, alone. No one was home yet, and she was gone. He quickly ran to bed and slept a terrifying, dreamless sleep. A few days later, he saw her again, at a mall or a store or all the usual places one sees people they never want to see again.
"That was a great night, huh? I hope you enjoyed it."
He ran. He ran down an alley in some dirty part of town, fear and remorse pumping out of his stomach in a sick bile. He knew the score, he wasn't dumb.
He told someone, just like he had been instructed to during all those school seminars. Two people. Three people. They all said the same thing. It was his fault. He wanted it. "You took advantage of that girl and you should be ashamed of yourself." He made her do it. He cried for days.
He doesn't talk to anyone about the incident any more; everyone always says the same thing. "Get over it." "Boys can't be raped. Only girls know what it's like."
Last December, after Finals were over, the night before I was going to go home, I went out and made the rounds on Frat Row. I did some dancing, got a bit trashed, and went back home to catch some sleep (the bus didn't leave until like 7 pm, and I wanted to enjoy the day). A couple of hours later, I was awakened by an intoxicated, naked female acquaintance of mine, who had climbed into bed with me and was tugging at my pajamas.
I jumped, tried to see what was going on through sleep- and alcohol-blurred vision, and went ballistic. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you in my bed? Why are you in my room? Get the hell out of here!"
Naturally, she started crying and apologizing... "But I thought this was what you wanted... you were giving me the look back at Sig Ep. I'm so sorry!" So I calmed down a bit, gave her my bathrobe, turned on the lights, made some coffee, and generally smoothed things over as best I could. We talked for a while about the random stuff people talk about when there's nothing to say, and she left, and I went back to sleep.
It wasn't until the morning after that it hit me... what if the roles had been reversed? If I had climbed naked into the bed of a girl I don't know that well, and tried to take off her clothes, I'd be in jail almost certainly, and I would definitely not be a Dartmouth boy any longer. Maybe it's just me, but I can't imagine any other way it could have gone. She would have called the cops, and I would have been toast. "What were you doing in there, son?" "Well, I thought this was what she wanted. She was giving me the look!" Don't see it working...
Last December, after Finals were over, the night before I was going to go home, I went out and made the rounds on Frat Row. I did some dancing, got a bit trashed, and went back home to catch some sleep (the bus didn't leave until like 7 pm, and I wanted to enjoy the day). A couple of hours later, I was awakened by an intoxicated, naked female acquaintance of mine, who had climbed into bed with me and was tugging at my pajamas.
I jumped, tried to see what was going on through sleep- and alcohol-blurred vision, and went ballistic. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you in my bed? Why are you in my room? Get the hell out of here!"
Naturally, she started crying and apologizing... "But I thought this was what you wanted... you were giving me the look back at Sig Ep. I'm so sorry!" So I calmed down a bit, gave her my bathrobe, turned on the lights, made some coffee, and generally smoothed things over as best I could. We talked for a while about the random stuff people talk about when there's nothing to say, and she left, and I went back to sleep.
It wasn't until the morning after that it hit me... what if the roles had been reversed? If I had climbed naked into the bed of a girl I don't know that well, and tried to take off her clothes, I'd be in jail almost certainly, and I would definitely not be a Dartmouth boy any longer. Maybe it's just me, but I can't imagine any other way it could have gone. She would have called the cops, and I would have been toast. "What were you doing in there, son?" "Well, I thought this was what she wanted. She was giving me the look!" Don't see it working...
Last December, after Finals were over, the night before I was going to go home, I went out and made the rounds on Frat Row. I did some dancing, got a bit trashed, and went back home to catch some sleep (the bus didn't leave until like 7 pm, and I wanted to enjoy the day). A couple of hours later, I was awakened by an intoxicated, naked female acquaintance of mine, who had climbed into bed with me and was tugging at my pajamas.
I jumped, tried to see what was going on through sleep- and alcohol-blurred vision, and went ballistic. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you in my bed? Why are you in my room? Get the hell out of here!"
Naturally, she started crying and apologizing... "But I thought this was what you wanted... you were giving me the look back at Sig Ep. I'm so sorry!" So I calmed down a bit, gave her my bathrobe, turned on the lights, made some coffee, and generally smoothed things over as best I could. We talked for a while about the random stuff people talk about when there's nothing to say, and she left, and I went back to sleep.
It wasn't until the morning after that it hit me... what if the roles had been reversed? If I had climbed naked into the bed of a girl I don't know that well, and tried to take off her clothes, I'd be in jail almost certainly, and I would definitely not be a Dartmouth boy any longer. Maybe it's just me, but I can't imagine any other way it could have gone. She would have called the cops, and I would have been toast. "What were you doing in there, son?" "Well, I thought this was what she wanted. She was giving me the look!" Don't see it working...
This happened to a friend of mine at a birthday party for someone else. He came to me the next day, seeking advice. He said he'd had some punch that he was sure had been spiked, and had almost no recall of how he spent the last part of the evening.
Using a repetitive recall technique, I was able to help him slowly tap into what happened. It seems that he was quite inebriated when four guys carried him upstairs and threw him on a bed. A short while later, this girl came in and started tugging his clothes off. He was still quite smashed, so any concentrated motion was out of the question. He didn't really have the presence of mind to decide whether or not he wanted to do it, but, well, it happened. She, on the other hand, was far less intoxicated, if not completely sober.
Some people laugh at the idea of a woman raping a man because an erection is necessary. Don't let this idea mislead you - an erection can be caused by nothing more than physical contact. It is not always a mentally-precipitated phenomenon. It is also not true that alcohol prevents erection in all men; results vary from person to person.
So anyway, the girl proceeded to stimulate him to erection, and then she straddled him.
He was somewhat confused about the ordeal for several days after finding out what really happened. It turns out that he called the girl and talked to her, and confirmed that what he recalled was correct. He was especially terrified that she might have got herself preggers. (Catholic families on both sides, you understand.) I could see it in his eyes. He knew that he would be blamed, no matter what. Statutory rape and all that. She would have been able to stick it to him with ease.
this is somethingi don't want to talk aboutthe way she violated meat night she'd whisper into my earsand i tried so hard not to listeni told her "no" so many times beforebut she had total control of meand had too much love for meshe'd slip into my bed at nightand put her hands all over meshe made me do thingsi didn't want to doshe made me bleedin places i didn't want to bleedeven thought it's over nowmy body still bleeds from all the painmy veins are coldmy eyes cry bloodand my mouth speaks redno one knows how much this hurtscause i keep this all bottled up insidebut not matter what i doi can't get back my innocencehow could she steal my innocence?i can't get back my innocence
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