Has anybody purposely put themselves in a position where rape could occur?
 

Or even try to instigate a rape? Examples cold be like dressing real slutty and purposely walking through a neighborhood where gangs hang out, or going to a bar and pretending to get really drunk? I find it fascinating that theorectically, a woman (a man too even, though not as likely), can play this dangerous game if they so choose and allow themselves to be taken advantage of easily.

So, has anybody done this? How far did you let it go?

And while this may be about real situations, it's not necessarily about real rape because the supposed vicitim is actually a willing participant (though the other party doing the so called rape may not realize it). So I don't think this thread will violate the board. At least I hope it doesn't.

Oh this thread just screams "ChiTown!" you know I'll be all up in here :D


Yes I do this! I have put myself in many dangerous situations. Nothing has yet to occur...do I really want something to happen? I dont know.

For example....there is this guy on my block I knew from grade school. He is a year older than me, and rumor's were that he attacked alot of girls back in school..and I dont doubt it because he was always a strange kid, wandering around the block just being shady. Well....after I moved back home, he is still here...its strange, he roams around the neighborhood, rides his bike alot..which nobody really does around where I live. theres just something not right about it.

Anyhow. I go jogging alot late at night. It gives my mom a heart attack because there has been alot of crimes going on lately, but besides that I know that that guy is somewhere out lurking. I go like 10 o'clock at night too. Then I come home "forget" to lock the door, and I take a shower.

thers alot of other stuff I do. I go out alone with guys I dont know well...and I love to tease guys.

Leaving yourself open you sexual attacks is teasing? I think thats just putting the goods up from grabs and frankly that doesn't tease me in the slightest. Teasing is alot more light hearted than that altogether. basicly if its on offer that openly I don't want it because it makes me wonder just how many other guys have had a turn. Thats not what guys want. Why nail a chick who everyone else has? Climbing Mt Everest is something worth doing you know?

But I am always a little bit weary of these stories anyway. You hear some girls talk a big game about kinks, favourite sex games and whatever and in my experience they never deliver.

Chi, I wish you luck m'darlin but I think you're going the wrong way about things ;)

Hey Chi, why don't you get a t shirt printed with

RAPE ME NOW

On it

See if that'll work

Or better, run topless, with it written in body paint...

:p :p

Yeah, every time I walk out the door, anything can happen....

I'm this *holds fingers a hairs breadth apart* close.

What, of being raped FR, fucking hell thats a rough area you live in

The OP said 'where rape could occur'....

Only with people I actually WANT to be in that situation with. I definitely tease and provoke and then refuse just to get things headed down that path, but only when I am ready and willing to follow through. :)

I never have put myself in that situation "out and about".

Sensible that Sierra

Oh please jog through my neighborhood. I promise to be gentle (bullshit)

I dont understand what you are saying at all. Are you saying I'm easy? because I'm not...Not alot of guys have "had a turn", and by teasing, secretly wanted to be attacked..you are not putting the goods up for grabs because its a psychological game where I am in control. Its bigger than you.

I'm saying that you're putting it out there in a far too obvious way and that isn't attractive. Teasing is alot more gentle than that. belive me I've been teased more than once in my life ;)

As for being in control? Well if you're showering with your house door essentially open then I think you wouldn't find yourself in control if some guy or guys took you up on your invitation. You say you want to provoke these things in other threads so ok....go ahead get yourself raped darlin'. But our little fantasy world we have here is alot nicer than the real thing.

Nope, never. I even carry around a taser in my purse. It's pink and therefore adorable. :p

If only handcuffs come in pink too =(

Poser Alert...
 

But they do!!!!

http://www.kitsch.co.uk/acatalog/pink_handcuffs.jpg

How do you not know this????

Fascinating responses so far!
 

I hope I get more! I just can't help being intrigued by this. As a male, I am probably already appropriately categorized as a slut as it is, but with my libido being what it is, I find that I am not very picky and that I have many fetishes. I often wonder if there are any women out there with such a twisted mind that they would purposely provoke their own rape (perhaps even do so on a frequent basis just because she knows she can make it happen and it gives her some power trip) and then relishes in it.

Such a woman is probably only in my twisted imagination, but if she does exist. . .i would love to pick her brain. . .after abusing her first of course. . .

ah well. . .we can all dream can't we?

thanks for the responses!:skull-bee

Actually, nobody knows what goes on in my head, and if I try to provoke something how do they know?

And it turns me on when you say about a guy or guys taking my up on my invitation. Sounds sexy no?

Anyways..I know yo think that fantasy sounds a lot nicer, and I know that i try to provoke guys in real life, but I pick them.

I have tried it before, I try to make guys mad alot because it turns me on that they might snap on me and beat me up or something, I dont know why but it turns me on. A little fucked up, but whatever.

But I do what I do because I like the way it makes me feel. Feeling vulnerable and in danger is very sexy.

Hey maybe Time and Chi could get together :D

A woman I've played with b4 fits right into the profile of this thread. She's a tall, redhead, early 30's, hot and not getting enough of the rough stuff at home. She's always talking about having it happen "for real" and even gone so far as to check out the online sexual offenders list in her town. There was only one she found "hot enough" to be worthy of raping her and then she started stalking him! LOL. Evidently she was hanging out where he lived, tried to find out where he worked, etc. Before she could make something happen, he got arrested. That's right arrested for raping again. If he only knew that help was waiting for him right out his front door.

hmmm. . .I wouldn't mind a little chi readjustment myself. . .let me know when you find yourself in the NOVA area honey! also very intrigued by renegade's tale. let me know if she ever gets her wish man.

Actually outside my husband, no one in my real life would ever have a clue I have this fetish. I'm one of those play it safe, in control by doing the smart thing, don't take risks people. When I go out in a bad neighborhood, I blend in. I wear old jeans and a t-shirt, walk like I know the neighborhood even if I don't, act like I'm never scared or nervous, and so on. Do nothing that would make me stand out.

I wouldn't play rape bait for strangers because it Russian roulette what you get. Do I want the strung out druggie hyped up on PCP coming after me (been there), or maybe the stalker I had for 6 months who I found out slept in the dumpster behind my apartment building (eeew!). And I certainly don't want to wind up a resident of the city morgue because I really did fight back.

I'm actually really scared of strangers in general, even the safe ones. I'm basically the Chi opposite. I'm actually so shy about my sexuality that my husband called it a "big step" when I started posting on here because I used to get scared of strangers even on the net. The thing is, the fear is the adrenaline rush and part of the turn on. A bigger turn on would be my husband deciding to punish me and arranging some stranger(s) to rape me. It's the only close to real scenario I can come up with where I wouldn't risk ending up in the hospital or morgue: maimed or killed just really isn't in my fantasy life.

i have done some stupid shit in my life not never gone so far as to deliberately put myself in a position to be raped. the fantasy and rp world of it is so much better, i dont have to worry (as much) about std's and pregnancy. the men i have sex with know my fetishes, and for the most part share them. the worst thing i do is meet people from the internet alone, but even then its in public, and i have a safe call.

The best thing is knowing that there are crazy people out there and you would never know by looking at someone whether they are crazy or not.

I recieved an email from a friend and it was one of the forwards messages about warning and stuff. Here it is: (only a couple that really turned me on)

Because of recent abductions In daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to doin an emergency situation...


4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc..
DON'T DO THIS!)

The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go.

AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,

LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE..

If someone is in the car with a gun to your head, DO NOT DRIVE OFF,
Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF!

Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
Your Air Bag will save you.

If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it . As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body
in a remote location.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor , and in the back seat

B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.

IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.
Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. (This is especially true at NIGHT!)

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic:

STOP

It may get you raped, or killed.

Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
which is when he abducted his next victim.

10. Water scam!

If you wake up in the middle
of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a
burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your
outside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate and
then attack.

Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbours!

It was funny reading these, cause I actually go out and look for danger. If I see a guy sitting in a car next to my car, I get turned on...like damn, something can happen. :p

I love going out at night in empty parking lots and stuff like that. It is just a rush and it turns me on sexually, so why stop doing it?

Chi, when you go out looking for danger have you ever found it? Have any of those situations you try to get yourself into ever panned out? I really have to wonder how much you'd be saying some of those things if you ever had to deal with the reality of the situations you're talking about putting yourself into. Like I said earlier, my fantasies don't include snuff or ending up seriously mutilated and if you're Really doing some of the things you talk about: you scare me girl.

I can like playing the fantasy. I can find a guy who shares my fetishes and play out any role he likes, but I've seen and been too close to the reality of what you're talking about. I hope there's something out there looking out for you because I'd hate to see a rape you'd enjoy turn into something far worse because you trolled for a real predator and actually found one.

Sorry to bring reality to a fantasy board but I've been reading your posts Chi, and I couldn't help but say something.

No I havent found it :( I think I'm doing something wrong. Maybe not teasing right. I do think however that I have a gaurdian angel. I must. I get myself into some pickles and I always end up ok.

Ok...last weekend. I had gone to this bar with abou 4 other girls. Anyhow, I had a little too much to drink, and it was getting late and the girls had to leave, but I told him I cant drive so I was going to lag behind and watch the band for a bit. So here I am sitting by myself of course of guys were going to come up to me. So these two white guys who looked so young were talking to us beforehand and noticed me when I was alone and started talking to me. I told them I was drunk and couldnt drive myself home and they asked. Then we started talking more and then they started telling me their stories about how they go out and tag team girls all the time. Then they even pulled out there phones and started showing me self pics of their penises. I was like oh shit, these guys are no joke!

I started talking to them, trying to get close on both of them, cause I like that, you dont have to pick just one. Anyhow...one of them was telling me that my mouth was writing checks that my ass couldnt cash, and I was like, you dont know me or what you would be missing. I was just teasing them. I had no intention of doing anything with them willingly. I just wanted to see how far I could take it.

Anyhow, they suggeted we all go somewhere and I said I had nowhere to go and the one guy said the back of his truck was big enough...as I was straddling his leg, I was telling him that I didnt know about all that and that they were crazy. I was just teasing. Finally I just decided to walk out and leave slowly, thinking they were going to follow me out, and the one guy told me to come back but I didnt. So I just walked out and drove my drunk ass home.

I must be doing something wrong. I pick and choose my situations though. I cant make a situation happen like I want it to happen.

As as for being killed or mutilated...thats just the chance you take in pursuit of your desires. I dont want it to happen, but I want the real rape...I mean, real for them and fantasy for me. How bad can an actual rape be if you want it though?

wussup chi ! :D

Reading ur post it occurred to me that you wont ever really get what you want because to be a real rape requires lack of your consent and really and truly you are actually consenting (albeit without the offenders knowledge). Therefore you can never really have - what you would you classify as *real rape* and all the horror that is associated with that. Its a bit like wanting to know how Death feels ?? :D

btw - u owe me a tit pic !:skull-big

I guess as a teen I did put myself in some pretty dangerous situations. But then I was off my head half the time.
The way I met my husband was completely risky, and deep down I was hoping that was going to turn nasty. At the time I didn't care if he mutiliated me, buried me in the woods etc etc...

But now I have a sensible head on. I do dress how I like when I'm out, but then I surround myself with people I know, and rarely venture off into dangerous places. I wouldn't say I've put myself into 'that' position since I met my husband - quite lucky he's the kind of man he is really otherwise I might not be posting here now. :rolleyes:

xx

That's quite alright, Fae. However futile it may be there'll always be a gentle mind coming along trying to talk seriously with ChiTownHoney about these issues.

How does it go?
"God watches over fools" ...

Well, tell us when you find out.
I actually do still wish you never have to find out.
Of course the paradox of your "fantasy" is a conundrum not to be solved easily. How can a rape occur as long as YOU want it? After all rape means there's a person who doesn't want it to happen ...

You seem to be smart enough to know how and where to get raped. But then again many people know how to commit suicide effectively and yet they still "fail". Mostly because in the end they desire something utterly different.
You might want to consider that's possibly the case with you as well.

Wow, this old thread of mine is still active? Man, I was hoping ChI had been thoroughly taken by now. . .shame about those two guys. . .

Near-rape from a guy's experience
 

It was 1970--maybe 71. I was in-and-out of love with this beautiful, religious blue-eyed brunette. Not very bright intellectually, but soooo sweet, feminine, aristocratic, and virginal! I was fickle and had an on-and-off romance with her. We'd get to petting and then she'd put on the brakes. After a few sessions, I'd kind of break up. Then start dating her.

I figured fucking her would make or break the relationship. I asked her out to a fancy dinner date in the exurbs. We ate, then I wanted to take her to a nice quiet place for carseat necking. But I was planning on raping her. I was a Viet vet (might try PTSD as an excuse/defense), she really loved me (I anticipated willing victim status), my parents were VERY promininent in our religion. I figured I could get away with it, except for some local scandal.

She was wearing a sleevless, red silk full-skirted dress--so classy!--sheer organza drifting over shimmering satin. And I have such a thing for silk!

I had long, thin, nylon cording, scissers, a gag, a blanket, and a great isolated location off on an isolated country road.

I was going to go to her side of the car, open the door, and loop her left wrist with the cord. Then snag her right wrist, tie them together, and pull her out of the car. Then I'd pull her out of the card, and throw the line over a tree limb, and hang her there for a bit. I'd enjoy fonding her, lifting up her dress, and cutting away her pantyhose and whatever else she had down there. The gag was more to protect me from her begging and pleading.

The girl was passive in temperment. I probably could have gotten away with it. But I had this vision of her, lying on the blanket, curled up in a ball, crying and out of control--just hysterically crying and asking me, "How could you have done this? How could you?...."

We had a nice moonlit drive in the country, necked at an overview of a reservoir, and then I drove her home. She eventually married a guy from Texas and is, I hope, still happily married.

I commend you, Sir.. that must have taken some serious willpower :skull-eek

xx

As a young naive young teen couple we unwittingly placed ourselves in a situation that resulted in a rape...

Months later and not so naive all our atempts to recreate or experience a similar event failed.

Aint life a bitch sometimes

You might be right about this. I cant get myself raped where I'm located, at least not the 'way' I want, I think its very safe here, which is why I play with fire..maybe :confused:. However, theres been times when I was in Mexico where the guys would try to trick me to go somewhere secluded with them. I mean, you wouldnt believe how many times this happens, not a safe place for women! I always declined, even though it was a perfect situation in my head. Hmmmm....

I think the difference between me and other people is that a person sees a dangerous situation in their head and is turned on. I see a dangerous situation and I'm turned on. You imagine a car following you but would be terrified if it really happens.. If I see a car following me I like it and get disappointed when they turn off on a street :(

Heh, a really old thing and technically on the age barrier for you American prudes ;) (hah, the legal age for sex in my country is 16! Take that!)

Ok, so I pretty much knew that I was into "being used" and "roughed up" at least since high school, and I think I've been getting into it even earlier, so being the long haired geeky kid of the math major class (about 90% male class) I was subject to a bit of friendly bullying. Nothing serious, like doing me any damage, more like some verbal jabs, an occasional shove, stuff like that, plus I did bite back on occasion XD . Well at some point around the time when the hormones are at their topmost (somewhere in the 16-18 range, 3rd or 4th high school grade around here) there have been quite a lot of "queer" and "fag" stuff in the air, including some items from the "wanna blow me?" list.

Long story short, this made me oh so horny, I started lagging in the showers after PE, hanging around the guys when they got somewhat tipsy and filling my jokes with innuendo and challenges to their manhood (like when I jabbed back after they made fun of me I made fun of their assumed size or lack of ability), being dragged into the showers and then having to service the guys from my class became one of my most prominent fapping fantasies.

Right now I don't really try stuff like going to dangerous places, and am getting awfully stressed and not at all turned on when I so much as suspect that someone could be trailing me, a lot of my rape fantasies involve people I know or have seen and I'm more into "punk" than "muscle" type when imagining my rapists. I guess that's because I'm really into stuff like molesting, verbal abuse, forced to service, cloth tearing and bondage rather than actual physical pain or violence. Since I knew the guys from my class I always imagined they would be more focused on getting their pleasure rather than hurting me. I mean, seriously, even if the faggot bashers were actually into forcing me into something first they could very well crack my ribs with a baseball bat and leave me bloody in the street, a definite no-no in my book.

...with your hands cuffed by your back and holding a $100 note between your teeth... that'd even encourage a bunch of tramps to get off their lazy asses... and buy em a couple of bottles of booze and smokes for afters...

:cool:

I have always hung out with nothing but guys. I used to go to alot of house parties. There would be maybe one or two other girls. One night I was the only girl left. I downed some pills infront of the guys (I knew them all well, went to school with them) and drank tons of vodka.

The thing is the pill were not anything that would hurt me. But I let them think that they were. And I can drink anyone under a table. However I told them I did not feel well and I was going to go lay down. I went to the back bedroom hiked my skirt to where you could see what i was working with and pretended to be passed out.


Many of my friends opened the door and looked in. only a few took what I was giving.

All these posts by women prove that most men are actually very nice:skull-big. My faith in humanity has been restored:).

Chi...you and i are so similar when it comes to this sort of thing.
At about 16, in the months after having been raped for real, I developed a habit of putting on revealing clothing in the middle of the night, sneaking out of my parent's house and just wandering the deserted streets aimlessly, hoping, scared.
I remember feeling desperately alone and unhappy one night, and after my friends had gone to bed, snuck out of their house and wandered over to the nearby bridge, sat on the railing, placing myself conspicuously under a steetlight which was right at the edge of an unlit park. I looked down at all the cars passing by, writing in my diary for hours.
I remember writing,
"Save me or rape me. I don't care which."
The desire for rape was like a desire for suicide, without actually having to die.
And even though rape would have meant hatred and violence, it would also have been human contact...I was just so emotionally scarred that I hated gentle human contact...it had to hurt....I wanted to reach out, and the thought of getting raped was the only option that seemed satisfying.

Luckily nobody ever did hurt me (at least, not during my midnight walks when I was actually looking for trouble...only when I was genuinely not expecting/wanting any trouble...but that's another story).

I still get the urge to do stupid things.
Recently I got an email from a guy who said he was "into rape fantasies, but wanted to meet the kind of girl who wouldn't report him if he raped her for real".
This guy set some serious alarm bells off in my head, funnily enough.
And a part of me is still tempted to go and meet him, because he seems dangerous for real.
But I won't.
Rape causes unbearable guilt and shame even under normal circumstances....if I had to live with myself in the knowledge that I had intentionally orchestrated my own rape, the sexual guilt and self-loathing would be so intense that I'm not sure I'd survive.

Seriously, Chi, I know what you mean...the threat of real danger is an incredible aphrodisiac, like nothing else...
But living with the trauma of rape is just as painful for us pervs as it is for other women ....more so in some ways, because we have that extra feeling of guilt (however undeserved it might be).

So as tempting as it is to put myself in harm's way, I have outgrown that impulsiveness...because ultimately, I want to become stronger, to survive, to come to terms with these dark desires and learn to be strong enough that I can enjoy them in a safe setting with someone who understands these needs.
(And trust me, these people do exist. They are few and far between...but there are men who understand that for some of us, it's a lot less to do with "kinky bedroom stuff" and a lot more to do with an obsession, a constant mentality. There are men who think the same way, on the opposite side of the equation. And I'm not talking about actual rapists. I mean guys who respect women, but also respect that some women need to be used and abused and treated like fucktoys. It's much healthier to search for these rare types than to seek out cheap thrills which, in the long run, will only add to the problem).

I´ve read the posts here and I´d like to say something.
I suffered an attempted rape in my way back home from high school when I was 16. I was an ugly duckling those days and that was the first time a man touched me and kissed me. I felt confused about it. I wished to be raped if it was the only way a boy put his eyes on me. But after all, I was scared about being hurt, so I did not put myself in a dangerous situation.
I had to go through the place I was attacked every day. I remembered the attack every day. A few times I went to the exact place where I was ravished. If someone came, I run away. I didn´t know if I wanted to be raped or not. Fortunately I wasn´t.
Today I still fantasize about that attack would have ended in rape. I get excited thinking about my own rape. And I get excited thinking in real life situations that could end in rape. Even I wish to be raped. But then I think it twice and decide I´m not going to take risks of being hurt.
I love to be an object of desire for men, and fantasize about being raped, but I won´t be able to put myself in a real dangerous place.