Romina's Story
Romina's Story
this is so hard. i really dont know were to begin.it started when i was over my cuz house i went to visit her over the summer vacation at that time i was 10 and now am 16 after dinner we made the bads and went to sleep i slept in a room with my cuz who she was the same age as me. after an hour or so i wasnt sleeping and i really had to use the bathroom when i came back in the bad my other cuz came in the room to ask me i was ok he was 18 at the time and i said he just hd to go to the bathroom and that i was not sleepy so he told me he would come and stay with me till i go to sleep i was ok with it couse i trusted him but i was wrong he comes and lays in the bad with me slowly he starts to touch me i was pushing his hands away from me.i was moving i didnt know what to do i was very scared thinking what is he doing to me i was young and didnt understand what was going on.He than again stated to touch my ass i was moving whimping he told me to be quite it was ok. He put his fingers inside me i was telling him it hurts it hurts but he made blive he couldnt hear me he started by puting one figer and than 2 and than 3 slowly opening my vigina he started moving his fingers so fast it burned so bad but i was keeping quite couse i was scared. after he played for a while he told me to touch his cock i had never seen it before i was scared and refused to do it he than said fine he left the room and when he came back he had sex toy with him he said do u know what this is i didnt say a word but i really didnt know what was it. he spread my legs wide open and sticked his fist in me it was hurting so bad i couldnt move he had tied my hands and my legs he than sticked the toy inside and movin it so fast i thought i was going to die it hurted and it burned so bad. and that went on for about 1 hour.after he was finished playing with the toy he sticked his cock on me got it was biger than the sex toy he was telling me how great i was and how tight my pussy was. while he was doing me in the front he took a botle and sticked it in my butt. no one hurd me whimping i was in so much pain after he was done he whiped himself and told me to go take shower.He told me to keep quite or he was going to hur me again. since than i never told anyone this is the first time am sharing my story thank you for reading my story.E-mail me if u need to know more swtkiss@aol.com thanks
It was late Decemeber and I just got laid-off from my first sucessful job out of college as a pharmaceutical rep. The first reaction I had to this was ahhh... a few months of severance pay, a time to relax and have some fun (since the previous years have been spent constantly studying and working). I went to a local bar with a buddy who just got done giving me the over-dinner-conversation that he thought would should move forward with our friendship into becoming lovers. Not exactally what I wanted to hear since I just ended a long and painful eight year relationship. At the bar he watched me float aroud the bar saying hi to high school friends with an almost evil, jelous glare. After he protested, saying it was time to go home, I decided to get a ride home from a new "friend" who I knew as a well-known physical therapist in our small town. Listening to Frank Sinatra we dropped friends off one by one till we arrived at my house. He declared he was too drunk to drive. I agreed to let him crash on the couch. I remember putting my boxers on and then, blacked out. I woke up in a dream-like state thinking I was dreaming that I was having sex. I passed back out, when I awoke Bobby was putting his pants on in a hurried fashion hopeing to escape before I awoke. When I woke up he was practically runnning out the door. I looked down my boxers were not on, they were on the floor. I ran outside and he peeled out. There were a lot of lessons I leaned that night. The most important lesson I learned however, is never ignore your inner-parent that makes judgement calls about how to recongnize compromising situations. While I did not ask to be raped, I allowed the circumstances that lead up to that event. This has lead me to a greater understanding of my inner child that was being ignored for so long, busying taking care of others. I am not going to tell you the trama has ended, because it has not. I still re-arrange my room often to confuse the surroundings where this nightmare took place. I have wanted to abandon all my friends and family to move away from here. But instead, I stay, feel the feelings and express them the best way I know how. It is not always pleasant, I often wake up in the morning, every morning, scared of my room and where I am. I sleep with all my stuffed animals and promise to protect them from the monsters that fill my memories. Please learn from the painful lessons of life of what we can and cannot control. Thank you for letting me share with you.
I have never spoken about this graphically because it was too much for me to say because it was so horrible. When I was 13 I rode horses and used to go to a little lake called Bug Lake in Bellingham Wa. to swim. It was in back of a stable where I kept my horse. These guys were there one day swimming. Older 0nes, but then they left. I kept going back to swim and they were never there any more. One day I went back to swim and somebody grabbed me from behind and started pistol whipping the back of my head. Then they slipped a noose over my head and began to strangle me. It seemed like it couldn't be happening; it had to be a joke; then I started realizing it wasn't a joke. I wish he would of strangled me to death because my life has been a mental whirlpool ever since. The guy took me to his car and kept saying don't look at me or I will kill you. He then threw me into his trunk. As long as I live I will never forget the license number; Washington License Plate ONN644.He taped me mouth and wrists and hog tied me, while telling me to keep my eyes shut.Then the trunk shut,and the car started to move. I was familiar with the area and was able to keep track of what streets we were on for about the first 5 minutes. I was so scared and I felt like it was just a horrible nightmare and that I wasn't awake, I don't know what...Then I started to think OK what would the TV cops solve a crime with. I got my hands untied and took the cheap gold carnival necklace I was wearing and broke it into little bits and hid them throughout the trunk, under the liner, in cracks, ect. Then I wrapped the rope back around my hands so it looked tied and made a plan to jump out and run as fast as I couldif he opened the trunk. Finally the car stopped. It sounded like A small mom & pop convienience store out in the county but I couldn't be sure. I heard the car door open but could not tell if he had walked away or what. I thought I heard people but what if I made noise and he killed me or the people if they heard. To this day I can not forgive myself for being such a coward for not trying. I'll never know. I was so afraid.Then he got back in and kept driving. We were going uphill and it was getting cold. We were driving up towards Mt. Baker I thought. Oh my god.. now I was getting really scared. Hundreds of miles of logging roads , this couldn't be real. The car stops and I am crying by now. I am a virgin. This can't be happening. The trunk opens but I can't run. I am crying and he is waving a gun in my face. Oh god oh god oh god he is putting out this dark grey packing quit like we are going to have a fuckin picnic. He holds a gun to my head and tells me to take off my clothes. All I can do is pretend that the rope is still tied when he goes to untie it, but he sees that it is untied. He says smart girl or something like that. All I can do it cry and shiver. I wish I would have run and he would have shot me dead. I will forever.Then he makes me lie down and starts licking me all over while he still has his clothes on. Then he's biting my nipples really hard and I'm crying and telling him stop it hurts and he's telling me to shut up. (Because of what he did to my nipples one won't come out. So every time I look in the mirror after I shower or get dressed I think of that fucking bastard)Then this guy buries his face between my legs. I am hysterical by now. Begging him to stop and again this fucking piece of shit starts biting me there too. I am crying and crying and shivering and he thinks I am getting off and that I like it so much. Then this piece of shit takes out his false teeth, takes off his clothes, and gets on top of me. He can't get his dick in because I am too tight, so he trys to use his fingers as crowbars and keeps telling me to relax. He finally gets it in and is kissing me with his putrid disgusting mouth and putting his tongue in me like a steel stake and telling me to shut up.It is horrible I can't stop crying. He gets done. He has layed the gun to our left and I can see it but I can't reach it. I just sit there and cry while he smokes a ciggarette and drinks a beer. Then he makes me put it in my mouth and says he'll kill me if I bite it. Why was I such a coward. Why didn't I bite it right off. Why didn't I kill him with the pain. Then of course he can't get off cause he just did so he trys to put it in me again and I'm all bloody and the thing goes limp but he just keeps grunting over me like a fucking pig rubbing his thing all over me. Finally he's done and tells me to get back into the trunk and ties me up and tapes me up. He finally lets me go at a horse show in Lynden Washington. Then he apologies and says if I would have know you were a virgin I wouldn't have done it, but it could have been worse because I could have made you ride the stick shift and drove the car on the dirt roads and tore you all up. I ran into the fairgrounds to the ladys room beacuse I wanted his slime off of me(I did not know it was evidence)Then I called my dad and he didn't believe me. My Dad came and got me (isn't it weird, I can't even remember if my mom was there) I told him to take me to the police station, then they took me to the hospital. The old MD who examined me acted disgusted to be in my presence and my parents were mortified. I told the police the license # and about the gold necklace. They put it in the computer. Nothing came up. OK so I AM A BIG LIAR it seems to them. Turns out months later it comes up, a DMV person neglected to put it in the computer till then.It goes to court.Not only could I not give graphic descriptions about the event to the cops or the jury, the guys attorney was ripping me to shreds over things like "why weren't you wearing a bra" "Have you ever smoked pot "(I had taken ONE hit one time but I would not lie under oath)Ect. The cops find my necklace in his car trunk but he says in the trial I was crazy and had been throwing it at him while he was in a parking lot putting stuff into his trunk. They did not have DNA back then so that never was brought up.The trial was the talk of the town and they did not close the courtroom, so everyone could come and watch and point. My parents were extremely embarrassed by this and nice girls don't get raped basically. Anyhow the guy got off scott free and continued to rape girls in the Whatcom County Area for years until he was finally caught a decade or so later. Meantime my life socially was a shambles, My parents were at the top of my hate list, I could not talk to my mom because she told me she could not talk about it to me so she sends me to a MALE shrink for help. Needless to say that didn't last. I began to drink, runaway, hitchhike, cut school, do drugs and hate myself. That guys attorney kept rubbing my face in the fact that I could have shot him, I could have run away, ect. Anyhow I got raped a second time hitchhiking. I was so stupid still I thought you could always trust truckers. Thank god I already knew the routine. It only lasted a few minutes and this time I did run away. For all the girls in the Bellingham area who he raped, his name was Patrick Sweet. This is a matter of public record and he died in prison. The weirdest thing is I felt no relief that he was dead. I am still terrified of being alone. I still have nightmares about it. I look in the mirror and see the damage and can't forget no matter how hard I try. He creeps into my mind when I am trying to make love to my boyfriend and I start crying in the dark and I can barely control myself. I have quit drugs and was able to quit drinking for a year and 7 months but then started again because the memories came back like crazy out of the blue. I cling to my sanity on a daily basis. There is no escaping the memories no matter how hard I try.But I have always managed to hold a job and even got promoted; and after 43 years and a long line of husbands and boyfriends have finally found a good man.I hope this helps all the girls up by Bellingham Wa and anywhere else to know someone else understands the hell and pain.
KTC AZ
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