My ideal rape scenario, eh? You want me to give the board ideas. Well, there's fantasies
that I think I've only spoken about once and it was on a Vogue Roo track years ago, so
perhaps people who aren't older denizens might benefit from hearing it. So I've had a fantasy
where I go out with friends and somebody spikes a drink or something, I get black out drunk,
you know, basically drugs must be involved here for the, um, the pass out and the forgetfulness
effect, but one of the big desires I have is after this happens I wake up tied up with
the vast majority of my skin covered in something. Now it doesn't have to be latex because I
know how much of a mess that is, but the point is is that there's not a lot of skin for me
to feel much of anything, it's covered. My eyes are covered in a blindfold, my hands
are down behind my back, my legs are dangling and suspended. I've got headphones over my
ears with white noise going so that all I can do is feel as who knows how many men use
every single pore I have as violently as they wish for as long as they wish. I have actively
fantasised to this idea and there's sort of a kink to it thinking that it would be someone
that I know who would betray me that way and I would never know who it is by the time I'm
done if I have throat left with which to swallow something, another dose of the drug would
be administered and I would awaken either in front of my home or on my couch, utterly
used, wondering if I need an STD test, covered in god's know how many people's gum, in a
ton of pain, wondering who the fuck it was that I was with who could possibly do that
to me. Another sort of scenario, a lot of these involve kidnapping mind you, that I've
thought about is one similar to that script I did actually, sort of getting kidnapped
and you know a lot of people are like oh brought to a basement, no I want to be left in say
a condo or an apartment or something you know something that would just be mine and left
there under constant surveillance, lock and key and randomly have someone who is unidentifiable
who's dressed in such a way or has a mask on or something, you know they bring me food
and I'm forced to eat it on my hands and knees, I'm taken for their pleasure whenever they're
down with these, I'm bound and tied and gagged and utterly ravaged at the will of this individual
who then turns around and tells me how grateful I must be for having that sort of attention,
so I don't have to worry about anything other than when I'm next going to become his victim
and perhaps eventually it is still unwilling and I pull up all of the funds of a fight
but somewhere inside of me I grow to accept this place, this idea that this benefactor
of mine, the only human contact I get apart from let's say I need mental simulation so
they give me books so I don't end up you know killing myself while I'm waiting there and
there becomes this sort of I'm eventually given back and somehow consensual sex is utterly
ruined for me so I end up putting myself in the position where I will go to burrows sleazy
places, college campuses, places where I know roofies when rampant and actively court people
that my spidey sense so to speak tells me might be rapists so I hope that you enjoyed
that Anon, I'm still working on your input out you requested but I thought that you might
think that a peek into the shallow side of my twisted fantasies might be interesting.