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RBA Freshmen are just getting hotter and hotter

This one is 22, in the midwest, and named Selena. Get your Rapist application in today.

From a young age I have always been outwardly sexual and I embraced it at every turn. 

I remember having fantasies of boys in my classes taking me advantage of me in the bathroom at school. I never got to experience what it felt like to be taken advantage of, not once and I crave it more and more every single day. I have always fantasized bout being choked and how it would feel to pass out from being choked so hard. 

When I was in high school, I remember having sex with this guy who would was rough with me and I very much enjoyed it. One day while we were having sex I begged him to choke me, he looked at me like I fucking crazy and told me he didn’t feel comfortable with that. At this point I hadn’t experienced it and I desperately wanted to know what it felt like for a man to have my air supply at the tip of his fingers. 

After this let down, I started trying to choke myself while I masturbated and despite how much I liked it, I did not feel satisfied. 

One night a few months later I went out and got drunk with a group of friends, I ended up blacking out, the first and only time this ever happened to me, all I remember from that evening is coming to and one of my guy friends was standing in front of me winding up his arm with his palm out and slaps the fucking shit out of me; I literally fell over sobbing in pain, I was in shock at what he’d just done.  I started screaming at him, asking him why the fuck he would do that and he just looked at me and said, “you kept begging me to hit you, so I hit you and you kept telling me to do it harder”. For many years after that I could never get myself to believe him, I never understood until recently the desire I have to be degraded, talk about some heavy unconscious desires.

Fast-forward 8 years, I am now 22 and increasingly find myself walking late at night through a park hoping someone will just grab me and fucking rape me. The biggest fantasy I’ve had recently is purposely letting myself get pulled over by a cop, having him take my license and registration with a really sweet smile on my face. Being compelled to by my overly suggestive mannerisms, he will ask me to step out of my vehicle and proceed to pat me down in a forceful manner. Out of pure slutty lust I compulsively ask him to cuff me before he goes any further. There is no hesitation on his end; like he’s been dreaming about pulling over a little slut he can take advantage of. He proceeds to take full advantage of me, groping me, sticking his fingers in my mouth and feeling how fucking wet my pussy is. I dream of him raping me in the back of his car, against all of his prior training and all the oaths he’s taken, he’s driven to violate my tight little pussy. He spits in my face and whispers the most disgusting, vulgar shit into my ear. Hoping he holds me at gunpoint and forces his cock down my throat, I want to despise every second of it. Just writing this get me fucking soaked, a cop with terrible morals tends to be my weakness. I hope when he finds me one day I can be a good little rape slut for him.  

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RBA Fresh Meat: country hoe

It’s hard to pick a starting place. I’ve been obsessed with sex for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure anything happened to make me that way but I remember being scolded as a small child for touching myself and moaning.

The first sexual experience I remember was in 1st grade an older cousin told me that boy cousins were supposed to kiss their girl cousins and put their hands on them. He put his tongue in my mouth and felt all over under my clothes everyday on the bus until he moved and rode a new bus.

I craved sex and started watching Internet porn while touching myself the next year, thanks to my brother ‘accidently’ leaving videos and pics open when I was around. My tastes turned dark almost immediately. As soon as I stumbled across tied up women with tears in their eyes it’s all I wanted to watch and all I wanted to be. I would fantasize constantly about being forced or coerced by my adult neighbors, about being raped by men in my own family, about being kidnapped by a group of men and trained by one super sadistic woman. I couldn’t get enough of it.

Unfortunately I was raised in a hyper-religious household so sex was taught as something scary & sinful. So while I had my fantasies and porn I started shying away from in person encounters. When I was 14 my brothers friend spent the night and caught me watching porn he tried to fuck me but I thought God didn’t approve of vaginal Sex so for my first time I asked him to stick it in my asshole. He obliged and with no lube & lots of struggling he finally jammed it in. He pumped just a few times before cumming inside me then guiltily heading back to my brothers room.

I was still afraid of Sex by the time I hit college and to this day I’d probably still be dodging men trying to fuck me by giving them good head, but someone finally decided not to take no for an answer. I was interning in a different state when I was 19 and I really wanted some bud. One of my supervisors directed me to his dealer and I quickly established I was more than willing to give head for half an ounce of weed. He had me come over and strip for him. I started sucking him and for once a guy said my head wasn’t enough,  that he needed more. I tried telling him I was a virgin and that I couldn’t do what he wanted but he insisted I was too old to be a virgin. It was suprising how quick he was on top of me, pinning me down with just his body weight. I remember him feeling me, telling me I was 'too wet’ and that there was no way it would hurt. He was wrong. It hurt so excruciatingly bad. I felt like the pain went on forever but eventually he heard his roommate come home. He said I was being too loud and got off of me. He told me to get dressed and leave. He didn’t give me the weed which was the worst part. I masturbated to the memory for a long time. I’ve been raped twice since then.

The entire first half of my college career I was in love with a female rapist who made me suck off guys to get her alcohol, made fun of me for being raped and forced me into situations where we were both in danger of being raped.

I just recently started exploring further into my kinkier side. I got my first master who was 22 years older than me a few months ago. He was really brutal and introduced me to a lot of pain and humiliation I hadn’t considered before. Sadly he fell in love and the frigid part of me can’t take that so it had to come to an end but it’s already done its damage. It ruined me, so now brutal humiliating sex is all I want. When the craving for it gets too strong it’s really disheartening how few men can deliver. I feel like this is getting kind of long which is why I left out the details of so many parts so I’ll just stop here.

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Name: Sondra Location: Germany Age: 29

Thank You for Your quick respond, that gets mheart racing, but also taking away time to think to much about it.

Now the more difficult thing: what makes me a rape slut? Not important though, but also unsure, where to start. Maybe that i like to be naked, like to be natural. At home its nice to wear mostly nothing. It relates in my opinion to be a rape slut, because the source is the same: Love and passion for the natural way, the natural order and everything that comes with it, also that male are stronger and ruling the world, while female is there to give pleasure and help the male to receive their goals. That goes along with the sexual experiences You ask about. The most pleasure i received, the most reaction from my body, willing and unwilling came, when dominated and used. After the first experiences and casual boyfriends helping me discover my body in general i was quickly excited about tough men, wich knew and know what they want. at the beginning of my 20’s i was then with such a strong (and 15years older) men and from the begining He made clear demands and orders.

 That was completely right for me at this age, helpig me to grow and evolve. He guided me to learn how to deepthroat and taking it in the ass. He had rules about my wardrobe (no paties & trousers only a few times a year) and took me sexually when and how He wanted. That was the guidance i needed to learn and understand and internalize that its about His pleasure. When i was not that compliant in the beginning He used cuffs to make me available ad it not only gets Him His orgasm, but made me wet and aroused. This was noticable and even it took some time, it clicked in at that moment, that i am very much pleasured when man-handled and used.

That only being the start to searching for like-minded and expanding my experiences and so i was together with one loving petplay. Learnig about lose of control very much at that time, wearing a chastity belt or locked plugs for example, also having put mittens on and hands useless or a locked (shock) collar helped me understand and accept, that being without control, to the total whim of someone, makes me happy and satisfied. Of course it continued to be the same sexually, being fucked when He wanted/ needed and gettig my pleasure out of it. Its hard to describe, but whe i was denied of orgasm and pleasure from the chastity it was an even bigger pleasure when He finally touched me and used me sexually.

After He was gone with a younger slut and i was alone, i was depressed and lonely. Also bein un-fucked i decided to try out some sex and men to get away from the depressing. At the beginning of my 30’s i was around in bars, pubs and discos and had affairs with a few men. It was boring and frustrating to feel almost nothing and have no sexual pleasure with “normal” sexual intercourse, let alone being together with each of them for extended times, they only wantig to be “romantic” and share “quality time”.

Stumbling into a very controlling and demanding men then when i turned back to “pervert” sites. He was very powerful and wanted as much control over me and my life as possible. He put chores list together for me. That were for one day and contains things like practicing deepthroat/ dog behaviour, edging and everyday things (eating, sleepig, toilet use, cleaning). Some would be offended, some would love to “help” me out of the misery, but it was the best time of my life, when i found a note in the morning that starts: “dailly chores list”. He also made me wear a chastity and i was easily losing my mind, just experience happyness, when He let me out and decided to use one of my holes for His pleasure. Sorry, it must be read, like i am still in love with Him…finally i wrote much more than i thought and revealed much more then thought possible (although i blushed a lot, especially reading it for mistakes the second time). I am not sure if i hope that this was enough to show i am a possible rape slut. If You have further questions or need more informations or details, please ask about it. Please excuse mistakes in my english grammar and spell.

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RBA Freshman - Crybaby

I haven’t really had much experience. I lost my virginity in October. I haven’t had any traumatic experience that has made me seek this out. Maybe I feel that people think I’m too fragile and that annoys the shit out of me. I can take a lot.  I met someone from offline and after we had coffee he took me to his place which was an old warehouse, we played Mario Kart and then he kind of turned and told me to take myclothes off. 

Then he grabbed me you my hair and threw me on his bed to tie my hands together, after he dropped me to my knees and fucked my face and slapped me. After he was done I got my clothes and left. 

I love being tossed around and fucked with, always have. Even before I lost my virginity I knew I’d like it. I had another guy fuck me with a rope around my neck, I left his place with a huge bruise going around my neck.

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RBA Freshman - cumdump

I used to fantasize about being raped when I was 12. I was sexually assaulted 3 times as a teen. Twice by boys at school and once by my dad’s best friend. He had me half undressed and I think he would have raped me if my dad hadn’t walked in, that coupled with the fact my dad was physically violent towards me everyday means I have a whole host of daddy issues. I like being told want to do, I like being forced and I like being slapped around. Some men have obliged but I want to be raped really. I gravitate to older men and I love the thought of being raped bareback as I hate condoms. I love the idea of just being a cumdump, nothing special just some easy holes. I think that is about it.

When I was younger I fantasized about being raped in an alley where anyone could walk by and join in and would. 

Best sex ever was a random hookup, he slapped me about and called me a whore, tied my hands together and forced me to my knees. He facefucked me until I nearly threw up and then he fucked my ass - no lube and I was an anal virgin. Just before he came he pulled out and and made me suck it, he came all over my eyes and then fingerfucked me hard before calling me a dumb little cunt and walking away.

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RBA Freshman - Sass

I’ve known that I was interested in some… different stuff for a long time. To this day I have never made it through a full vanilla porn video because I get so bored. 

I’ve always gravitated towards the rougher stuff, but even that wasn’t enough. I didn’t know what to call my interests, so I gave up looking for a title for them. I can distinctly remember being thirteen years old and imagining my boyfriend at the time kicking me off the couch and telling me that I didn’t deserve to sit next to him. I loved imagining sitting at his feet while he played video games or watched tv, and just waiting for him to grant me the privilege of his attention. 

I constantly fantasized about him kicking me into the corner of the couch and me laying there, curled in a ball, trying desperately to keep my sobs quiet for fear that if I made a noise he would hit me again. Of course, I always made a noise and got beaten, and for some reason that was always the most arousing part; misbehaving and being put in my place. There was no sexual aspect to these fantasies, I just loved the concept of being told what to do and given no choice but to obey. 

As I got older, the fantasies got more interesting. Anytime I went into a public restroom I imagined an unknown man following me in, bending me over the sink, and doing whatever he pleased with my body. I remember watching Taken for the first time and being unable to ignore the little voice in the back of my head saying that I wanted to experience something like that. The day I turned eighteen I made a blog on tumblr and began following a lot of consensual non-consent pages. I showed my boyfriend that tumblr and just hoped that he wouldn’t be too disgusted. 

I lost my virginity to him, and he wanted to try being a dominant. Unfortunately, his lack of experience made it fun to misbehave, but I lived for the times when he would punish me like the little slut I was. I liked the insults and the bruises. I loved not being able to sit for days because my ass was black and blue. While I was dating him, I also developed my insane desire to be fucked by multiple men at once. 

I loved (and still love) the idea of being nothing more than three holes, and having the honor of pleasing three men at a time. The thought of feeling that full was such a turn on. However my boyfriend was too jealous to allow anything like that to happen. 

He would fuck me while I had a plug in my ass and a jelly dildo down my throat in order to temporarily quench the desire, and I loved it. The feeling of fullness and imagining the grunts and groans that three men would make. Practically being able to feel 3 pairs of hands viciously ravaging my body. It felt like I was finally getting a taste of what I wanted, but he was not nearly harsh enough. 

I got away with my brattiness more often than not, and he made countless empty threats, which ultimately destroyed the relationship. I needed more. It was only after we broke up that I got a real taste of what I desire. One night, when I was being particularly bratty with him, he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the backseat of my car. I registered how turned on I was before I even noticed the pain. 

My wrists were bound with a shoelace and I was fucked. My opinions and thoughts were irrelevant, because regardless he was going to do what he wanted. He spit on my face and in my mouth and threatened to cum inside of me, and I’ve never been more wet. He came all over my face and made sure that I had no way to wipe it off. Afterwards, he made me get out of the car and get on my knees in the middle of the street, with my face covered in cum, and beg him to give me my clothes back. I had never been more satisfied. For the time being I’m not being used, and it’s driving me insane. I constantly imagine men taking advantage of me, no matter where I am. Staying late to talk to a professor, walking through the college parking garage, smiling at the wrong person in a coffee shop and him following me home. I’m sarcastic, intelligent, and bratty, but I want nothing more than to lie broken and crying at the feet of a man.

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RBA Freshman - Lion

Forgive me Father for I am a whore. But wait… My fathers basically MIA… Soo…

I would say what got the ball rolling after that was, my first babysitter. She taught me that no means yes. And that it’s not about my own pleasure it’s about you. I was licking kitty and sucking titty before anything else really. Then from there the basic I’ll show you mine if you show me yours got way too intense because I knew way too much.

My love life had come to a sudden hault when I started puberty. Then I started highschool and had my butterfly moment. My first boyfriend was a man-friend. He taught me it is cute when you hit your girlfriend. He left me because I was a virgin. Then I lost my V-Card.

The next guy I dated was my really big pivot point. He was my Daddy/Dom. We were able to experience a lot together. Then college happened and I became a hoe.

One night I was at a bar drunk and thought I had tricked some random guy into giving me a ride home. He had other plans at his place. Those plans included getting me more drunk and raping my anal virginity while telling me “Nah dont cry now. You said you was grown,” he was right. I had pretend to be an older woman so I need to shut up and please him like a woman, and I came while screaming and crying.

I  guess that moment, those words made me a rape slut, I relized that I get the most pleasure from your pleasure causing me pain.

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RBA Freshman - Monica

I started off pretty young, I was talking to older men by the time I was 15 and downloaded Tinder when I was 16, I had extremely obvious daddy issues. I had sucked a guys dick before I had ever even kissed a boy. It was an older boy from my youth group at church who gave me a ride home from church and then pulled off to the side of the road. I was so, so wet while he used my mouth. After that I kinda became addicted, I loved having my throat used. I would blow anybody who would let me. At a party I met these two really sweet boys and they took me home. I made them cum a total of 9 times before the night ended using just my mouth. Sadly I didn’t lose my actual virginity until I was 17 years old, but it was to a 42 year old man I called daddy. He tied me up and completely used my young body. He bruised my tits just by grabbing them, I still have pictures of the pretty, dark purple splotches he left on me. 

Then it was frat boys who were just easy prey, I would go to parties find a cute boy and tell them “I’ve never been to a party before! I’ve never drank either, any reccomandations?” For some reason, they always really liked inexperienced girls. The next interesting man I slept with was this one man who always said he owned me. He is the first guy who was really really rough and mean with me. When we were talking, he used to ask me what word wasn’t in my vocabulary. I knew the answer was always no. If I ever said no he would refuse to stop. 

The first time I ever experienced actual pain with sex is when he picked me up from my parents house and while still being directly in front of my house pulled my panties down and spanked me. And it wasn’t the light, fun spanking I had experienced before. He beat my ass until it was completely purple and throbbing. I was pulled over his legs and if I moved at all he slapped my face. Eventually I was sobbing and he just pulled me up by my hair and pinched my cheeks and laughed at me for crying, next he asked me “Ass or face?” and my ass was still throbbing so through tears I told him face. He gave me pretty bruises on both sides of my face until I was begging him to stop. He fucked my throat even though my face was covered in tears and bruises, and then he came all over my face. He told me to go into my house with it on and not wash it off until I had been in for five minutes. I kinda cheated though, I licked it all off using my fingers before my five minutes were up. I was so eager to taste his cum I had worked for. I’ve met with him a few other times, he was my first threesome and foursome. He would call me his toy, he would say that I am his to play with, toy with, share, or even break if that’s what he chooses. 

Tragically, I haven’t met anyone else who is willing to hurt me like I need, I just want to be raped and brutally used. I’ve had so many people want to be called daddy, but can’t even slap me in the face. I need someone who can hit me and use me and rape all of my holes until I’m crying and begging. I’ve had rape fantasies since i was 16, it’s ranged from being kidnapped and sold into sex slavery, being a basement rapewhore, being drugged at a party and passed around. I just need to be used, badly.

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RBA Freshman - Sea

When I was a young girl, say around 9 or 10 I used to fantasise every night about being taken away as a slave, kidnapped and locked away. It was comforting, I’m still not sure why as back at that age I had no idea what sex was, but even to this day, the idea of being locked away and being kept safe from the world is appealing.

I learned about sex from the internet. In my household, it was a taboo subject and we never talked about it, so when I heard about it from my friends, I was very curious and being the independent brat I am, I decided to look it all up online.

What I found was pretty straight forward, logical stuff, and I honestly thought at that age (12) that it wasn’t interesting and that I had better things to do with my time.

That was until I met a boy. He was dating my best friend at the time but oh my god, he had my cunt dripping from just a look.

And then I started seeing other boys, who did just the same. However, my confidence and self esteem were awful and so it wasn’t until I was 17 that I started dating and subsequently lost my virginity.

He was young, awkward and it was over quick. It was my idea, I wanted to get this stupid virginity experience out of the way, and the disappointment of it was about on par with what I expected. I broke up with him a week later.

After that I started exploring. I had a few one night stands, no one really noteworthy. It was all vanilla and boring and I had no idea why it wasn’t as great as the sex my friends would describe. Hell, I even fucked a stripper during this period and I was still not satisfied.

I realised very quickly that it wasn’t the act, it was the people. They were too gentle, they were concerned about what I wanted to do, they were too nice, or awkward.

So I once again did some research. I immersed myself in my local and the tumblr BDSM communities. I found a myself a little bit closer to where I wanted to be. I found the harder the sex, the better it felt. The less control I had, the easier it was to slip into sub space.

And then I started dating my last boyfriend. He had anger issues, was very aggressive and I thought, this is perfect!

I was wrong.

Our sex for the first month of being together had everything I wanted. The restraints, the beltings, the teasing, the using of my body for his pleasure, but eventually, he got freaked out because I asked him to be rougher or more aggressive.

We were together for six months and after the first 2 the good sex stopped. He couldn’t satisfy me, he couldn’t meet my demands, and so I got bored again, and he decided that his sex drive had disappeared because he was too chicken to try anything else with me.

It was during the last six months, which I spent with him that I realised what I want and need is the choices and control taken from me.

I want to be used by someone, I want it to be relentless, I want to be beaten and hurt and drugged and after enduring it all, the best I can, I want to achieve that ‘good girl’ that all good subs and rape sluts deserve after something brutal and beautiful.

I can’t orgasm, or cum in any sort of way, so I’m the perfect rape slut. Why bother trying to pleasure me when it’s impossible? Therefore shouldn’t I offer my body up for the pleasure of others?

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RBA Freshmeat - Penny

I’ve always been a bit touched I’d say. I was sexually abused by my father until his incarceration when I was 3. So I was kind of sex obsessed before most even know about that sort of pleasure. Sorry if this is heavy or awkward. 

For me, I’ve just tried to detach from how it makes me feel and look at it analytically. I enjoyed it and the connection with my father and then it was suddenly severed. I have obviously earned the right to a few strange interests is all I am saying. 

One of my first vivid fantasies was of having the man I was with bet a night with me in a fight and lose. Strange but, I was pretty young. I was always beyond turned on by violence, girls tied up and frantic eyed, tears and bruises.

When I started having sex I was always left unsatisfied, even after getting off multiple times. I craved a harsher touch but never really knew how to ask the man I was with to be more than just “rough." 

When I was 18 I had sex with a guy named Steven and while we was on top of me, pumping away, he slapped me hard across the face. I was shocked, speechless. I knew I should be offended but, the slap lit a fire in my belly. 

Steven was the first sadist I ever dated. We didn’t even know anything about the BDSM scene, all we knew was that we were strange together. The first time he choked me until I passed out I came to to wave after wave of crashing orgasm. I didn’t, and still don’t really, understand why I am not attracted to "normal” sex. Steven just liked seeing me in pain and knowing that turned me on so much.  Any time he wanted sex he would push me down and take what he wanted. Some nights I woke up to him entering me. Some nights I woke to something a bit more intense and these nights I knew to keep my mouth shut and take it. I could always see the monster he kept at bay. I never wanted to tempt it either. I loved him for it though, this vital flaw, a beautiful flaw to my strange eyes.

When we split up I knew I could never go back to the way things were before. I started seeking out men with the traits I thought translated to what I needed. It did not work very well and for quite a few years I floated about. 

Eventually I found fetlife and through that my first Master. He was more than twice my age and He was my true introduction. The crop was His favorite tool and on occasion electrical cords. I learned to serve Him properly and take whatever He could throw my way. He would pee in my mouth and all over my body every time I said a swear word. He trained my asshole to take his cock. He taught me how take him in my mouth in the most pleasurable and effective way for Him. Most importantly, he taught me how to close my mouth and take an order without question. He and I split because of distance :c

Since then I have had only one other relationship with shared sexual appetites. Not a D/s relationship of any sort just a lot of rape type role play where I fight for my life and he enjoys watching me fail. 

To put it simply I just enjoy being used for the pleasure of a man. Thank you for your consideration 

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RBA Freshman - bon-bon

I’m honestly not too sure what turned me into the rape slut I am. My father was verbally abusive, however no one, father, uncle, or cousin touched me (even if I wanted them to). I suffered from anorexia as teenager so I think my need to be treated like I’m worthless and/or objectified in this way comes from a fucked up form of validation. I have experimented with consensual non-consent with my current partners, but none of them are capable of going as far as I need. I need to be raped. Only one of them can manage to even hit me. Pretty standard sex life honestly. I hope this was okay. I don’t have any super traumatic experiences and I didn’t think you’d appreciate lying.

Molly: What sparked your interest in cnc? What made you want to try it?

I accidentally saw found a ncn porn video when I was 14. I repressed it for a long time until I realized that it made my head spin in the best kind of way.

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RBA Freshman - Good Girl

My pulse is significantly rising just from starting to write this. I supose the earliest I can recall the feeling of desire to be used or raped is when i was in elementary school and discovered porn mags in my grandfather’s workshop. I was fascinated and excited not from the images, but feeling that someday I wanted to be like those women, being wanted by and used to please men. From that point on, my preteen masturbation and self exploration sessions were prompted by thoughts of being used, usually against my will. My first sexual experience with a male was when I was 14. He was 20. A former wrestler. (I was always attracted to men who were cocky, strong, powerful, usually with a nasty attitude) it was unremarkable, except that when he held me down and forced himself inside me when I wasn’t being compliant (not caring about my reaction to the pain),  it was so satisfying. 

I remember my mouth watering and a warm rush through my body. The feeling I had been chasing. Over the years, I was always the good girl. No one knew what I was doing with boys and men. All the experiences I was having. My dad was in law enforcement. I was in a pre ROTC program. And I was the slutty little darling of the high school football team. I recall being invited to a party by several players, but when I got there it was just them and me. I served my purpose. 

Fast-forward to college. I was in the ROTC program at my university. I went to the bars sometimes by myself so my female friends didn’t know what a slut I was out picking up guys on a nightly basis. Trying to scratch that itch that I couldn’t put my finger on exactly. One night, I left with a frat boy, went back to the house and proceeded to get gang raped by 6 of his frat brothers. Turns out he was given the task of finding a slut they could gang bang.  They used a vibrator on me. It was the first time I had ever squirted. I was sucking multiple cocks, getting fucked in the ass, they were sticking other items up in my pussy and whatever one of the items was, it cut my pussy lip and the blood was gushing. It stung. They got freaked out thinking they had really hurt me and told me to leave…I was pissed. Not because I was hurt. Because I had wanted more and it came to such an abrupt end. I still have the scar on my pussy lip. Fast forward, I had time to serve overseas, worked on my career, got married, settled down and tried to push my thoughts of what I was missing out of my mind. It was all vanilla on the outside. I was still obsessed with the thoughts, though. In the store, I would see a particularly evil, devious looking man staring at me like he wanted to eat me alive and i would be instantly wet. 

Alpha males are the most amazing creatures to me…..I would think to myself…stalk me motherfucker…and imagine being held for hours and raped. So, I am now divorced. Im at an age where I feel I am in a sexual prime. Im learning even more about myself. And remembering how past experiences felt. Im not getting any younger… I am exploring being the true, natural submissive I am and my desire to be involved with RBA is an extension of that. Thank you, RBA for the work you do in fulfilling fantasies, and thank you for your time and consideration.

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RBA Freshman - Taylor

I’ve always been curious.. I lost my virginity pretty young and I’ve always had a craving to be taken advantage of. Two days after losing my Virginty my ex wanted me to strip naked in front of him and his friends while they spit on me, called me names, and touched me until they roughed me up and fucked me like a useless whore. Ever since then I have a craving to feel that feeling of being useless, used up, like all I’m good for is holes for a man to get off. Now that I’m in college I’ve put my self in risky situations in hopes of being taken advantage of by anyone.

I’m in a sorority I constantly party. I put myself alone in a room full of guys wearing little to nothing, I walk around campus at night alone I go to other schools parties to meet strangers. I’ve invited strangers I’ve met online over to fuck me no limits do whatever you want to me. I’ve let a few guys fuck me no limits

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RBA Freshman - Star

My history of abuse is long and drawn out and pretty fucked up. It started when I was four, at least as far as I can remember. My mum left my dad when I was months old because he was a self admitted pedophile, but then still let me have unsupervised visits with him because she’s an alcoholic/addict and needed her alone time. So from four until I finally got the visitations to stop at eight, I was visiting my father. Our visits consisted of everything from him locking me in a closet and burning me with cigarettes, to him raping me with my barbies, or forcing me into the preheating oven. 

Sometimes he would force me to take Nyquil and have friends over so they could all rape me together. I have a really high tolerance for anything that makes me sleepy now.

During this, and continuing into my tweens, my mum was also fucking most any dude that would come to our house. A lot of times after she passed out theyd come into my room. I dont remember any of them raping me exactly, I just remember waking up many times to a very large, hot body next to mine and a hand on my thigh or crotch. Then I got into high school. I worked a couple miles from my house and it was the day before my freshman year. I was fourteen and decided to walk home since it was gorgeous out, but a group of seven guys from our football team had other ideas. 

They catcalled me from their truck so I took a detour up into this Nature Walk that was near my home, but they decided to follow me. I heard them coming up from behind me and started to turn around to say hi, but was forced to the ground and the leader of the pack fucked me with my face pressed into the dirt until he flipped me over and continued, so the rest of the guys could cum all over my face and tits and hair. when they were done i walked the rest of the way home with blood running down my legs, and never told a soul until rehab.When I got out of rehab I also got out of a 3 year, abusive, monogamous relationship, so I went a little nuts. My rehab was right near a Marine base so I ended up fucking a lot of them. One guy, Luke, was fucking gorgeous, and invited me over for drinks. I only had half of one before I realized he had drugged it, and I spent the rest of the night with his dick either in my mouth or my asshole. I honestly dont remember much besides cumming so much it was hurting me.

Fast forward to now. I’m definitely a fucked up person. I have PTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder, but still fantasize constantly about home invasion, being passed around and loaned out like a toy, kidnapped, and gangraped again. I’ve been working with my therapist for YEARS to try to get over my crazy shame about how hot it all makes me, and I think I finally have enough tools and skills to get over it. I set up a cnc home invasion/gang rape for Thursday, and if it goes well the guy that set it up is going to use me to teach his virgin son how to fuck a girl, and then they’re going to share me. He and his friends that are coming for the rape offered to pay for me to get my nipples pierced too. I can’t wait.I guess you could say I was made to be this way, but i like to think I’ve chosen to be this way. Maybe it’ll peter out and eventually I’ll satisfy this urge to be used like a fucktoy by whoever wants me, but for now it’s an ever-present fire in my stomach and I just want it doused.

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RBA Freshman - Alice

Oh, gosh, where do I start…? Well, on a serious note, I was sexually assaulted by my mother’s fiance when I was fourteen, and part of me always wanted to sort of reclaim that in a way; it also helps that I’m incredibly kinky so that I can see it from that sort of perspective. With that out of the way, onto the fun stuff! I had my first consensual encounter with a pair of girls I’d only known for a few weeks. We essentially had one big threesome every night during the summer of my Sophomore year; it was amazing. The next two times that I had sex were fairly boring and vanilla; I discovered my penchant for kinky stuff around my mid teens when a friend of my mother was joking about a paddle she had in the shape of a hand. I asked her if I could learn about kink, and she said she’d rather I learn in an objective, honest manner than from porn alone. I could ask any question I wanted, and she would be straightforward with me and tell me the risks and rewards involved; it helped me learn about kink from a point of view that many people don’t get to, and I’m very thankful for that. When I was seventeen, I was homeless in Colorado, and on one of my first days at the youth shelter, I fucked a girl there and discovered she was also interested in kink. I was the youngest person there, but I was surprised at how little she knew compared to me (not to toot my own horn or anything, I just found it a bit shocking). I taught her a few things, and she asked if I could teach another of the residents about how to safely do the whole BDSM thing. I agreed, and a few weeks later, we negotiated went into the woods, and they had their way with me. It was amazing! I got a nice beating, great aftercare– the whole shebang. I started to get a bit more careless than I’d like to admit, however, and I had a lot of sex with a LOT of random people. One that stands out the most is a guy that I met at a motorcycle show. I thought, “Why not?” We ended up back at his place, and he fucked the living daylights out of me. He dropped me back off at the shelter with my head still spinning. The other resident (the guy) I’d fucked was also my first go at anal, actually. We were outside, and he wanted to fuck the other girl’s ass, but when she chickened out, he bent me over the railing of a staircase and fucked me (the three of us already had safewords and everything, and I loved noncon, obviously). I was surprised that it didn’t hurt as much as I’d anticipated! I stayed with friends out east for a bit, and the weekend after I turned eighteen, I went to a play party with the family friend I mentioned earlier, and I got eaten out, beaten, fucked, used and abused, everything. We had spent the week prior (a couple days after I was of age) drawing up a negotiations sheet and talking about who I’d like to play with. It was so, so fun. I went to a few more parties, and moved back out west after a little while. There, I got into the kink scene and had an awesome time. I dabbled in porn, fucked a pierced psychobilly enthusiast, got used to the point of tears by not one but two kinky couples, tried a bunch of new kinks (rough body play, fire play, and electricity play included), and got back with the residents from the shelter (we had an apartment together now). I even got to try blood play! A lovely lady did a blood cupping on me, and we fucked on a tarp covered in that sweet red heaven. Absolutely phenomenal. I eventually got into a very serious relationship with my now ex, and things were decently kinky throughout the relationship. That’s about all I have up until now, but I like to think this proves how fucked up and depraved I can get; thank you so much for this opportunity!

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Rape Bait Academy Application + FAQ

“A Secret Club For Girls Who Want To Get Raped”

Rapecloset/Rape Bait Academy was stablished by Jason Glado in 2015 to help connect women to Men capable of delivering realistic rape fantasy roleplay. We are about Male dominance/female submission, traditional masculinity, humiliating sluts, and having fun. We also appreciate and love the girls who have gotten involved and enabled us to be as successful as we are.

What we are looking for: Rape fantasy is extremely common among women. Just because you have a rape fantasy does not mean you are good fit for the Academy. This is what I do want to see from you:

You have an overwhelming desire to be raped. Your fantasy revolves around the Rapist taking pleasure from you. You realize that you are the sexual object in this exchange.

You are submissive. You enjoy following directions and orders. You will not waste my time. You will not expect me to chase you.

You enjoy being a part of something greater than yourself. You understand that RBA is a work in progress, and you have the expectation that you will contribute by completing assignments to promote the organization before you have the opportunity to meet a Rapist. You enjoy knowing that your actions will enable other girls to be exploited and raped. You enjoy knowing that you are inspiring and helping to recruit the next generation of Rapists.

You realize that we have standards and you are willing to take steps to become more attractive to our Rapists if necessary. This may include training to improve your attitude or appearance.

You are over 18. No exceptions, ever.

If you do not fit this description do not proceed with your application. Do not apply unless you are sure this is something you want. Those who begin, but fail to complete the application process risk being permanently banned.

If you do want to proceed: email your age, city, blog name, and a few pics (at least one face + one body - these will be kept private) to [email protected]. Also let me know how you found out about the Academy. Further instruction will come from there.

RBA | FAQ | let us know if you have additional questions and we will add them.

Can I meet one of your Rapists if I am not an RBA student?

No, absolutely not.

Will my information be kept private?

Yes. Only Jason and Molly have access to your application. Once you are approved, Rapists will see your Confession and your location. Your real name, blog name, face pics, and everything else is held under the strictest security.

What if I want to be famous like Rapeb8/Virtuouscunt/other RBA superstars?

We love helping girls promote their blogs and other projects. But first you must attain Sophomore status in the Academy by contributing at least 3 publishable assignments past your Confession.

I was recruited by one of your Rapists, can I be trained by him?

Absolutely. Once you are formally admitted into RBA you will be given back to your original contact, assuming he has the time and desire to take you on.

Can I choose who rapes me/what about my limits?

The Rapist will be the one to decide if he wants to contact you. If and when this happens you have discretion over whether or not you consent to the meeting and what kind of limits you wish to negotiate with your partner.

What about age/weight limits?

Please approach us directly to ask if you qualify. There isn’t a ‘1 size fits all’ beauty standard here. We don’t take just anyone, but 90% of the time a girl feels like she isn’t good enough it is just low self esteem. We will do anything we can to help you meet our standards.

What areas do you cover?

The entire Western world. USA - EU - AUS - CAN. If you speak English, you can apply.

Do you have a Rapist in _______?

We don’t take location specific asks until after you get approved. Even if we have a Rapist in your area, we can’t guarantee that he will want you, so it makes no sense to prequalify in this way. Plus, the more girls we have in RBA, the more Rapists will sign up. If you really want to get raped, apply.  

Who is Molly?

Molly is an RBA girl who has been through the program herself. She has done many assignments, she has been raped. She will be helping you through this process. If Jason was mean to you in the past, you can re-apply now and Molly *might* be nicer and more patient with you.

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RBA Freshman - Pixie

I can definitely say that I always knew sexually I wasn’t quite right from a really young age, so young in fact that I couldn’t even pin point the exact age for you. Of course, back then I didn’t know that what I was doing was sexual, I just did it and I knew it wasn’t right. I grew up in very wholesome family household, with a religious grandfather and beautiful family surrounding me constantly. My father in and out of prison, my mum was simply just unfit to look after anyone other than herself. But I had both a father and mother figure, so i often ask myself how i turned out the way I did. From really young (again not being able to identify HOW young because it was much too long ago, LONG before my teen years) I remember doing things that I feel not many normal young girls did.. I would hump my giant teddy, I remember he was white with a red nose, and I would hide under the table and grind on him. When we went out shopping I would hide in the clothes racks and touch myself, grope myself, grind on my hands and even play with my ass. Until someone found me and in the next store I would do the same… When I was about 6 I remember being assaulted by a older boy, My brother and I would go sleep at their house every few weeks and every time, he would try something else on me, I always when I was asleep, I would wake up but never made a sound, I remember feeling scared but knew it would be over shortly. I never told anyone about that, I don’t even remember what he looks like, or his name or anything else about him… It’s just a distant foggy memory now. Skipping a few years ahead, when I was about 13, I would fantasize about someone assaulting me and raping me in my sleep. Again, at that age, I really didn’t know what assault was and didn’t really understand the concept of rape or what it meant. But I knew the thoughts of whatever it was to me, made me extremely horny. It was around that age that I really started to discover what I enjoyed, I got my first ever laptop, and somehow, stumbled across so many chat rooms and websites, I met so many people, so many men, I loved the attention of older men, looking back now, it makes me sick, knowing that these men who were literally old enough to be fathers to me took advantage of me, not one ever told me I was a stupid little girl and that I should stop. Between ages 13-15 I had discovered a lot and had a huge grasp of the things that appealed to me, incest roleplay, rape play, sleep assault, dd/lg and a lot more. I would live in front of my computer screen, talking to dozens of men at a time, my bits aching literally 24/7, Craving all these things I had discovered. At 15 I met my first ever boyfriend/ sexual partner, he was also a virgin, I remember asking him to pretend we were brother and sister right before he took my virginity, from then on wards, it was a regular thing we did, when we started sleeping at one anothers, he would always touch me and assault me as I slept, and would record it for me to see the following morning, I loved it, I loved being used without even knowing it and having him brag to me about it the following morning. My next serious partner would constantly push my limits, I was then around 17 and he was 21. He would force me to orgasm, tie me down and and make me cum over and over until id eventually be crying and begging for him to stop and would need to run off into the bathroom to pee. On one occasion he told me to come over and wear a pair of very high heels, I did, the moment I stepped in he directed me to the living room where he had a torn up tshirt and a skirt, i put on the tshirt and felt humiliated by my tits hanging out of the bottom, i had always been self conscious of them. I tried to cover them and he told me to get my hands away from them and to place them by my side, he slid on the skirt, which covered barely anything at all. He gagged me, covered my eyes and instructed me to do several things afterwards which included anal play, sucking his cock and a lot more - during that session was the first time he took my ass, I begged him to stop, he wouldn’t. At the end of the session, I looked in the mirror, my ass red, tits red and sore, asshole stretched and hurting, cunt raw leaking from his cum, my saliva dripping down my chin and my face/ body covered in his cum. I felt strangely satisfied with myself..   That was probably the first time I had been thoroughly used, after that relationship, I kind of just a little crazy, I fucked a few guys in a short amount of time, Had been assaulted once more (without consent) and raped (without consent), when I was raped, long story short, he forced me to come to his house, for the fear of him not posting my pictures online, I did, when I got there, he took me to his room where we were gonna “kick back, smoke and watch movies” what really happened? the moment I sat on his bed he took off his pants, he pulled my skirt up, he pulled my panties to the side, I tried to stop him and pushed my legs together to cover myself, said no and tried to get away from him and begged, and he simply lifted my legs and slammed himself into me, within not even a minute, he was done, he forced my head down to his cock and made me suck him clean, he then put his shit back on, took my weed and walked me out, I felt disgusting, used, and hurt, I had NO intention of sleeping with him. Even though I’ve been raped and abused, and would never condone any kind of sex without consent, I crave it, I crave to be used, abused and fucked with. I crave to please, to be told I’m a good girl, to capture their attention.. Being someone who suffers with obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety and a lot more. Feeling pain and loss of control is really complicated for me, Its a feeling of both relief and panic. I love the feeling, the euphoric and beautiful feeling of being forced to let go of control. Its my own fucked up kind of therapy, It runs through my blood to want what I do and to submit.. No matter how much I’ve tried to hide it, or tried to avoid the conclusion. Not only do i WANT it, I NEED it. I need to please them, to be hurt, to have control taken from me, in order to be happy.. in order to feel free.