I Was Raped
I've heard this joke so many times. I never liked with when I was younger, but now I hate it. Hearing it makes me want to vomit. Yes, it's rape. And I'm sorry if this story is too long, but there's just so much to say.
After several years of on-and-off homelessness and prostitution, I was back on the streets after the boyfriend I'd been living with kicked me out. I tried so hard not to fall back into the trap of prostitution, but after several months of shoplifting food, I was hungry and desperate. I went to a truck stop that I knew had a gloryhole. I sat there in the stall hating myself, and serviced two men. I was working on the third, and he kept banging against the stall wall and making all sorts of noise. I told him he needed to be quieter, but after a minute he was banging the wall again. Not only was it making noise but his **** get hitting the back of my throat hard and making me gag. I stopped and told him "You need to calm down, man. You can't be this rough." He pulled his **** out of the hole and screamed at me "You don't tell me what to do, *****!" He started pounding on my stall door, and after a few kicks the lock broke and the door swung in.
He was maybe in his 30s, blonde hair. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the stall. He threw me against the wall and tore my shirt open. He grabbed my face and said "I should break your ******* face." I begged him to just let me go and I wouldn't say anything. He said "I ******* paid you. This is a business deal." I tried to break his grasp and run, but he grabbed me around the waist and cupped his hand over my mouth to smother my screams. He wrestled me to the floor and pushed my face into the dirty tile. Then he started to rape me. I cried and screamed, but he would grab my hair and smash my head into the floor, and continued to rape me.
I looked up and could see another man, one with brown hair, standing just outside the door, looking. "Please help me" I begged. My blonde rapist looked up and said "Come on, Cody" and the brunette walked in, and I could tell that he was going to join. I felt like I was going to throw up, to know that another man would see this and join. The blonde stopped, and flipped me over. He held my arms down while the brunette man raped me. I was crying and the blonde man said "Don't worry, he'll pay too." The brunette man raped me until he finished, then he asked the blonde man "How do you want her?" The blonde said "Turn her over." During this whole time they kept giving each other compliments on how good or hard they were doing it. When the blonde was finished he threw another few twenties at me and said "This is for Cody" and they both just left.
I wandered around after that, bought some food but couldn't eat, and ended up trying to kill myself. Someone apparently found me and cut down my noose, and I woke up in the hospital. I was placed in a homeless shelter, and eventually put in affordable housing and they placed me in a job as a motel maid. I reconnected with one of my college professors and we started seeing each other about eight months ago.
My rape happened about a year ago. I knew girls who had been raped by johns and went to the police. The cops usually laughed at her and told her that it would be impossible to prove she was raped. I've only heard of a few cases where they even pursued a case, and rarely ever is anything ever done about it. One girl even told me that when she reported her rape, a cop had told her that joke and laughed about it. And there are so many stories about cops raping hookers, I don't trust the cops in the slightest. The would probably have charged me for being a hooker.
Only recently have I told anyone about it. I told my boyfriend, who has been extremely understanding, since I'm completely celibate. I got a little bit of counseling and I talked about my rape, but I don't know if that will help. I don't know if anything can.
After several years of on-and-off homelessness and prostitution, I was back on the streets after the boyfriend I'd been living with kicked me out. I tried so hard not to fall back into the trap of prostitution, but after several months of shoplifting food, I was hungry and desperate. I went to a truck stop that I knew had a gloryhole. I sat there in the stall hating myself, and serviced two men. I was working on the third, and he kept banging against the stall wall and making all sorts of noise. I told him he needed to be quieter, but after a minute he was banging the wall again. Not only was it making noise but his **** get hitting the back of my throat hard and making me gag. I stopped and told him "You need to calm down, man. You can't be this rough." He pulled his **** out of the hole and screamed at me "You don't tell me what to do, *****!" He started pounding on my stall door, and after a few kicks the lock broke and the door swung in.
He was maybe in his 30s, blonde hair. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the stall. He threw me against the wall and tore my shirt open. He grabbed my face and said "I should break your ******* face." I begged him to just let me go and I wouldn't say anything. He said "I ******* paid you. This is a business deal." I tried to break his grasp and run, but he grabbed me around the waist and cupped his hand over my mouth to smother my screams. He wrestled me to the floor and pushed my face into the dirty tile. Then he started to rape me. I cried and screamed, but he would grab my hair and smash my head into the floor, and continued to rape me.
I looked up and could see another man, one with brown hair, standing just outside the door, looking. "Please help me" I begged. My blonde rapist looked up and said "Come on, Cody" and the brunette walked in, and I could tell that he was going to join. I felt like I was going to throw up, to know that another man would see this and join. The blonde stopped, and flipped me over. He held my arms down while the brunette man raped me. I was crying and the blonde man said "Don't worry, he'll pay too." The brunette man raped me until he finished, then he asked the blonde man "How do you want her?" The blonde said "Turn her over." During this whole time they kept giving each other compliments on how good or hard they were doing it. When the blonde was finished he threw another few twenties at me and said "This is for Cody" and they both just left.
I wandered around after that, bought some food but couldn't eat, and ended up trying to kill myself. Someone apparently found me and cut down my noose, and I woke up in the hospital. I was placed in a homeless shelter, and eventually put in affordable housing and they placed me in a job as a motel maid. I reconnected with one of my college professors and we started seeing each other about eight months ago.
My rape happened about a year ago. I knew girls who had been raped by johns and went to the police. The cops usually laughed at her and told her that it would be impossible to prove she was raped. I've only heard of a few cases where they even pursued a case, and rarely ever is anything ever done about it. One girl even told me that when she reported her rape, a cop had told her that joke and laughed about it. And there are so many stories about cops raping hookers, I don't trust the cops in the slightest. The would probably have charged me for being a hooker.
Only recently have I told anyone about it. I told my boyfriend, who has been extremely understanding, since I'm completely celibate. I got a little bit of counseling and I talked about my rape, but I don't know if that will help. I don't know if anything can.
By:
cephaloscotti
Age:
26-30
,
Female
