Cancel 0 Unfortunately, sex slavery is more common than you think. I was in a foster home until I was 6, when I was finally adopted. At first, things seemed amazing, I had a loving family that were really looking out for me and loved me, but in the end, it was anything but that.
It began as him just taking my pictures, he would buy me underwear that a nine year old should not be wearing, he would make me do various poses, with different types of underwear. I felt very insecure and was constantly comparing myself to her. So this began their process of preforming sexual acts in front of me, it was like she was teaching me what to do with penis, I just remember being so jealous of her, how stupid is that?
So after this happened, they would both perform sexually acts on me, taking pictures, videos and stuff like this, really terrible stuff. Over the next 4 years , my dad took my virginity on camera, forced anal penetration, constant degrading, and forced clit stimulation.
Now that I am older, I realized what was happening: In the chatrooms, I would be on webcam and people would pay money, and whoever paid the most, got to tell what they did to me. There were some regulars that I will never forget: Ex1-Hymen guy, my dad would show this guy my hymen for about 3 years, where eventually he paid enough for my dad to brutally and purposefully rip it. Ex2-There was always a guy who wanted me to urinate on myself, he also wanted me to cry. I couldnt cry on command, but I cried because of how bad it hurt to not pee for long periods of time.
There tons of things like this, but the last time, they really messed up. I had been homeschooled by them, not like they would actually teach me things, I dont think they wanted me in public. But, one time someone paid money to have two underage boys have their way with me, I don;t know where my parents got the guys from, but it ended up saving my life. Both guys had their way with me, one being extremely forceful, the other very timid, after everything was done, the timid guy whispered in my ear asking for my full name, I told him.
About a week later, I am dressed up and preparing to perform when the police raid our house and take me. The best day of my life, the police officer who was there was very upset, as I sat in the ambulance, he came up to me and asked for a hug, and I of course did it.
This happened some time ago, I am now an adult with a good job living by myself, though this has messed me up for the rest of my life, I am in therapy attempting to recover. My father groomed me and sold me to his friends and clients. I lived a seemingly charmed life; I went to exclusive private schools, owned a horse, even went to charm school. But after school and on the weekends, when my mother thought I was at various activities or hanging out with my father; I was being sold to the highest bidder.
Dates, videos, pictures, outfits, playtime, everything was monetized. I smoked 6 cigarettes before I called He and my mum had broken up due to his anger problems and violence however he was allowed to have me on weekends and holidays. One time in particular I remember was being abused in my recently deceased uncles bed.
I kept all this a secret for 12 years before anyone discovered what had happened. I was sodomized orally every day since I was three. And started being anally raped almost daily from when I was 7. The man who kidnapped me was basically my father and even though he brutalized me I still loved him. I would also have sex with other men to make him happy.
I did not know at the time that he was making money from it. I am now 19 and I feel like my actual family are strangers. I am too depressed to function normally and attempted suicide three times now. A part of me misses my kidnapper. Because right now, I am filled with too much shame knowing that my family is aware of the stuff I did. Living with them is unbearable. They are sick of me too I am sure. At least when I was with my kidnapper, my fucked up life was treated as normal.
I am also gay but my catholic parents blame it on the abuse. Hopefully it all ends soon. He beat and vaginally raped me daily for two years. My mother knew what was going on, but was to scared to do anything.
One time Wille rented me on Christmas eve when I was 5. I was dressed up, no panties and forced to sit on Willys lap, while my half sister opened her present, my mother and stepfather making smalltalk. Willy had a cigarette, he held it against my arm and told me, that the more fuss and crying I made while he burned me, the harder he would punish me later.
I still have the scare. That night he penetrated me anal, while choking me till I paced out. My half sister was told, that what happened to me was okay, since I was such a bad child. She was the golden child, and I was just a thing. Some of them got of on pain, the more I screamed and cried, the more pleasure they got. I have scares all over my body, I have had all of my fingers and toes broken. They would force me to drink their piss, hitting me with their belts till I bleed.
Hitting and demeaning me, until I just lay still, not reacting to the abuse, covered in blood, urine and seamen.
They only stopped when they knew that they had broken me. Other was almost kind, they gave me candy, told me that they loved me. That thy only wanted to give me pleasure. Makinf me thank they, when thay were done with me. It stopped when I went in to puberty at To all of you that have experienced something like me: I know that because I live that kind of life now.
You can do it, because you are stronger than you know. You have lived in hell and survived demons and devils. Forgive yourself, it was never your fault, any of it, no matter what they told you, no matter what they made you do. Children do what they are told, they believe what they are told. You had no choice, but to do what you did. Find someone that can help you.
Talk to a therapist. Show them that you a a fighter. Know that they were wrong. Know that they are the monsters. You are a strong and beautiful human, you are miles above your abuser.
You are a hero. There is a large AF base there and our family became close friends with an AF family. They had so many kids: I believe 7 children in all. They were a large enough family that the AF put them into 2 homes on base and modified a door between the houses to connect.
So like a duplex that had a connecting internal door. As a kid I thought this was so cool. The kid fridge had an unbelievable stash of ice cream sandwiches. We would hang with them often. Skiing, camping, fishing, and general family stuff. So my Mom came home from work one day and all the sudden I was being grilled about my times over there and the spend the nights. Was I ever uncomfortable? Did the father or brothers ever upset me? Where did I change into my pajamas? Did the girls ever say anything or tell me anything?
I was like 7 or 8 so I was confused. The parents had been arrested by the AF version of the FBI not sure what agency for child porn and prostitution. They had set up hidden camera recorders Beta tapes in each of the main kids rooms. It was all over the news and I was shaken to the core. The kids, all of them my friends, were being raped? By their mother and father?
This happened in around and I still wonder what ever happened to the kids. For a long time we had the news paper with the story. And my sister can only sleep with white noise or dead quiet.
Sometimes I turn on the nightlight in my room.