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14785.
I was only 20 when I married Chris in 1993 and for almost three years was abused and degraded by him. The first few months of married life was ok. We both drank often and abused drugs. The longer we were married the more abusive he became, at times he would beat me. Between the drugs and booze I became terrified of him. He not only beat me but abused me sexually. He forced anal sex on me and would often tie me to the bed or a table and abuse me for hours at a time. Sometimes I was sexually satisfied but most of the time some of the things he did to me were painful to say the least. He watched porn often and would get movies of BDSM then do things to me that he saw being done in those movies. He bought whips, dildos, vibrators and even ball gags to use on me. I would beg him not to do this but if I didn't comply with his wishes he would force me to submit anyhow. As time went on it got more brutal and the whippings more severe. He shaved my pubic hair so often even that began to hurt. The more he had to drink or the more drugs he had the worse it was. Somtimes I was blindfolded with the ball gag in my mouth and trembleing the whole time. He started making me take more drugs and I became hooked on coke. It made me less resistant but the ordeal of it still the same. Aside from intercouse and anal sex I was always subjected to performing oral sex on him. The oral sex was brutal and he forced his penis deep in my throat causing me to gag and would always cum in my mouth. He always spanked or whipped me first and I knew he enjoyed seeing me in pain. The first few months were bad enough but he began giving me electric shocks. He would touch my nipples with the wire then apply it to my vagina and anus. If I screamed he would put the ball gag in my mouth and I can't even explain how painful it was. He would just laugh at me sometimes and order me not to cry. He made me do so much drugs I was sometimes in a stupor and it just continued over a year or so at least a few times each month or whenever he was in the mood to do these things to me. I became like a lamb around him and just did whatever I was told. I did drugs everyday and drank almost everyday also. Never thinking it could get worse, it did. He was really wasted one night and made me come down to the basement. Thats where all his BDSM stuff was so I knew right away what I was in for. I was pretty high myself and had snorted some coke earlier. He made me undress and get on the table where he tied me up and put the ball gag in my mouth. He began to whip me and as I turned my head I saw his friend Sam standing there watching him. I freaked out and burst into tears but the two of them just laughed as he continued. He put a blindfold on me and for the next hour or two I was forced to give them both oral sex and the two of them also had anal sex and intercouse with me. At one point he gave me more coke to sniff but they kept abusing my body. When I complained to him the next day telling him how humiliating it was with Sammy, he just beat me again. After that night he began to do it more often, the worst thing being he allowed differentt guys to participate. Aside from Sammy there were four other friends of his that had sex with me. He even allowed them to whip me, shave me and use the dildos and vibrators on me. The electric shocks continued and they all enjoyed seeing me in pain. Chris always made me snort the coke first and sometimes I was blindfolded and sometimes not. This went on at least once a week for the next year and quite a few times there were three of them abusing me at the same time. I do admit at times having orgasms but their main concern was their own sexual gratification. They enjoyed seeing me in pain and took pleasure in humiliating me as much as they could. They would tie me in different positions and either have anal sex with me or force me to give them oral sex. When the used the dildos and vibrators they penetrated both my vagina and anus at the same time. I would be so humiliated at times I would just shake uncontrolably. It was December of 1996 when I ran away and moved back to Baltimore. I took all the money Chris had in his drawer and went back home on a bus. He never tried to contact me and I don't do drugs anymore. My parents helped me for the next two years and I finally got a decent job. Chris signed the devorce papers with no trouble and I got married again in 2002 to a wonderful guy. I have two daughters now and am very happy. I have never told my parents or husband about the hell I went through with Chris and his friends and try not to think about it much. It was the most degrading and humiliating time of my life and I am so ashamed of it I can't tell anyone. What made me think about it again was the other day when I saw Chris's mother at the supermarket. She hasn't seen him in a few years and he still lives in Georgia. She also doen't know what an animal he is or that he is a drug dealer.
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14470.
I recently read a magazine article about both men and women who are incarcerated in other countries. It discribed beatings, humiliation and rape. This brought back to me a 5 month period I spent in a Uraguay jail in 1989. My grandfather lived in Rocha, Uraguay and died that year. I was 19 at the time and went there with my older brother for a three week trip. I had never been to South America and even though I went for his funeral I was excited to see that part of the world. My brother and I both smoked pot before and one of my cousins supplied us with it a few times. He even showed us where we could by it near a town named Lomas. Three days before we were supposed to go home I used my cousins motor bike to buy some pot. It was relatively cheap and I bought almost a quarter pound of it. Not to take it home but to leave some for my cousin. As I left Lomas I was pulled over by the police and they found the bag of it I had just purchased. I only spoke English and didn't know what they were saying but knew I was being arrested. At the police station I was immediatly strip searched by a women in the presence of the two policemen who arrested me and another policeman at the station. I was never so humiliated in my life at the time. I resisted so much at first they finally held me down on the floor and took all my clothes off. As the three men watched and held me down the policewoman did a cavity search of me putting her fingers inside me. Needless to say I was histerical by what they were doing to me and not understanding a word they said. I was finally given a baggy top and trousers to put on. I was put in a cell and finally an English speaking policeman came in and told me I would have a hearing the next morning for drug possession. He let me call my uncles house and my brother, uncle and cousin came for my hearing and brought a lawyer with them. I had no choice but to plead guilty and when I complained about the strip seach the lawyer told me that it is done to everyone. I pleaded guilty and unlike American courts I was immediatly sentenced to 3 years. Later that day I was taken to large jail almost an hour drive from Lomas. I was scared to death by this place and realized many of the guards were men. After a few hours went by, I was taken into another large room, where I was given sandals and a tan dress and undershorts almost like mens boxers. I was told to put them on and had to strip and dress again in front of one of the male guards. I was then given bedding and taken to cell and assigned a bed. It was more like a cubical with 4 beds in it, a sink and a open toilet. The door was steel and only had the bars on the top half of it and it had a moldy smell. The next 5 months were pure hell, degradation and humiliation. My relatives were able to supply me with underware and bras and on visiting days brought me some food and candy. I soon found out I had to share it or it would be stolen or forcfully taken from me by some of the other inmates. There was little or no privacy while in the cell. During the day we were permitted out in the yard but locked in the cell from 7 pm until 6 am. It was hard going to the bathroom in the cell since the toilet was in the corner with no enclosure and we had to go with the others there and dress and undress with no privacy. The men guards would sometimes look in if one of us was undressed or using the toilet. The second day I was there a male guard took me to the infirmary where I was givien a physical exam by a doctor. I was ordered to strip and was given a full gyno exam while the guard stood and watched the whole procedure. This was done another 2 times over the 5 months I was there by three different doctors and I doubt if they were really doctors. The guard always stayed in the room and the same was done to other inmates. After the first month my brother had to go back home but my relatives visited me every Saturday and brought me things. I was happy to see them but each week I was subjeted to a strip search before and after they left. It was always a female guard telling us to strip but also 1 or 2 male guards witnessing it. After my vistors left it was worse and aside from being naked in front of the men, The female guard always did a cavity search. Sometimes it was done with two or three other inmates at same time. We had to bend over naked spreading our cheeks as she forced her fingers in our anus and vagina wearing rubber gloves. There was always at least 1 male guard watching this and often 3 or 4 of them. I think the female guards enjoyed humiliating us and often made us disrobe and stand naked for long periods of time knowing the men were looking at us. When they did the cavity search we were forces to turn and bend over with our rears facing the men. After 5 months and 9 days I got out of the three year sentence. It cost my father over 17,000 dollars but he finally got me out. It was a nightmare I'll never forget.
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14218.
When I was a freshman in high school i was into sport but always skinny. I was shy and always minded my business. One day at wrestling we stayed over at the school and 5 guys had me in a room and next thing i knew i was being held down on my back across a desk. They took turns putting their nuts on my face and dick slapping me. They told me if I didnt start sucking dick i was gona get raped with all types of stuff. I gave them all head. This continued through out high school
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