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Name: Ermengarde
My age: 41
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There is a question on Ok Cupid that asks if you have a rape fantasy.

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Not the fantasy. Rape is never sexy. You are never turned on and begging for it. I was an year-old virgin. I was home from college. Still a virgin, by choice.

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I was an atheist back then, so it definitely was NOT for religious reasons. No, it was from a serious addiction to fine literature. You know, Harlequin romance novels. Those books are dangerous. I grew up on a farm in Illinois in a very strict, religious home. Discipline was violent.

I was so happy to be a part of this small group of friends. I felt at home there. I was shy and naive and sheltered, but I was funny and made them laugh.

Shay was my best friend. Her sister Kay names altered was 11 months younger and in the same grade, and she was my second best friend. I was dressed in jeans and a mint green sweater with a white lace collar. My style was a little preppy then.

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We walked into the party and mingled with different people for a while. Then I headed into the kitchen and saw him. This handsome man. It was Shay and Kay's brother. He had just come home. He saw me, zeroed in on me and asked me to dance. We danced half a dance while I thought how romantic it was. I loved his family so much.

This was my second home. I was swept up with the romance of the dance and the kiss. He showed me how they had built a bar, talked a few minutes then kissed me.

It was surreal. Their brother. So handsome. So into me…. We just finished it. The light from the basement was illuminating a triangle of his bedroom. I expected him to turn the light on but he shut the door. Then all hell broke loose.

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He threw me down on the bed and pinned my arms down. Then he started trying to rip my jeans off. I begged. I pleaded. I told him I was a virgin. He pulled down my pants and underwear together. One, two, three moves while my arms were pinned. Then I was raped, raped, sodomized, then raped and ass raped again. He entered me with one thrust. A virgin. Scared shitless. Excruciating pain. Endless pain. Pain so intense I literally thought I would die on the bed. Then at one point during the endless hard fucking I started panicking because it was so dark.

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Absolutely no light. Like a coffin. I picked my right hand up off the bed as he was raping me, turned my head to the right, and looked at the spot where I put my hand. An inch or two away from my nose.

And then I waved my hand in front of my face. And for some reason it terrified me. It made it harder to process what was going on and to anticipate what would happen next. So my brain ed my body in agony. Really calming. Not with all that was going on. My panic was almost talking over it. I felt this energy, this force, gathering in my body.

It seemed to start at my knees, and grew in force and intensity as it moved up me. Who knows at this point? And then it just floats up, and…. Deep exhale.

My soul leaves my body and hovers in the corner of the room. And I watch myself being raped. I can see in the dark.

And it was a comfort. To escape my body. And to be able to see it, so I could process it.

If that makes sense. After the first two rapes and sodomy were over he rolled off me and laid next to me. And then my soul just went back to my body. Because once my soul was back in my body I was no longer numb. I was lying on the bed in excruciating pain. In a state of shock. Unable to move. Then he sat up and crouched in the bed and cradled my body and kind of soothed me.

It seemed like it was for two or three minutes that he was overcome with remorse. I was lying there pantless, still wearing my mint green sweater with the little white collar.