My rape story

I got raped last weekend. It was so horrible that I want to vomit.
After a friday full of partying hard, I was on my way home when I found what I thought was a good-looking man lying behind a couple of bushes. He really was a rapist but I didn't know what so I woke him up and took him home to my place where I dumped him on the bed. After we got undressed and I woke him up again, he went all violent on me, started to call me bitch and saying that he was married. Luckily he was so drunk that I could restrain him to my bedposts, but that didn't stop his dick from fucking me hard. I told him that I didn't want to, but he was like a wild animal, and I struggled on top of him, but it wasn't until my sixth orgasm that his cock became so limp that I could unstraddle him. What a bastard! I called my friends over and we beat him up good before handing him over to the authorities. It's a good thing that I live in Europe, where women have at least SOME rights.

Consider this: A pack of wild Niggers.
Savage, slavering Niggers nearing your white home. Trampling your white lawn. Raping your white daughter.
And you can't do shit since they're savages. The Nigger leader grabs your wife and fucks her with his shaman stick.
The primal Niggers finally dominate your household. They watch barbaric shows on TV and you are forced to be their slave.
Such is the downfall of White Man.

I know that feeling OP.  Some piece of shit man looked at me the other day, I felt so violated ;_;

I like where this thread is going.

Poor girl. I know just what you're going through. You may find yourself wanting to relive the traumatic scenario, by bringing men home with you and tying them up and having them rape you. I find that I can't get an orgasm anymore unless I think about rape. What have those bastards done to us?