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This place is pitch black dark and cavernous with lots of little nooks and crannies. There are beds, couches, and mats strewn randomly around. At a typical event there are about 6 women and about 10 men. The men are required to be naked in the “play” areas. The women are required to be either naked or “dress down”, meaning they can keep something on as long as there is unrestricted access to the vagina and/or rectum.

The role of the female participants is to collect a set number of keys that are scattered around the room. The keys can be used to unlock the door that allows the participant to exit the rape room and “win the game”. The role of the male participants is to locate and rape the women before they can leave. In order to balance things out, after a rape is completed and the man cums- he must release her.

This is not a pick-up bar, nor is it a swingers club. Conversations are disallowed. Obviously, there are no cameras allowed at these events. This is done in total darkness. The men have to navigate the woman’s anatomy by feel. The women never see the men, never see the penises. Everything they do is by feel as well.

But the darkness isn’t just a fun way of adding an air of mystery. Deprivation of sight has two remarkable effects. First, it heightens your awareness and amplifies all other senses. Sounds take shape and sensations become images. Second, it removes any semblance of decency or morality that might get in the way of your gratification. It play’s off the woman’s anxiety of pursuit and capture. An orgasm is a trip to an unspeakable heaven courtesy of a blob of biology that you never saw nor related to another human. Of course, the women are there on their own volition, yet it’s impossible to give consent to someone you don’t know and can’t see. You don’t even know how many men comprise the sexual feeding frenzy in which you are the feast.

The dynamic is probably worth a thesis in psychology. Most striking is how the darkness forces you to close your eyes. It almost as if you’re trying to give yourself a reason for this lightless intensity. Not being able to see with your eyes open is very disquieting. So you close them. No one talks. It’s almost as if language has been suspended, yet the sounds are telling. The women are nearly silent. Very different from the swingers club or parties where they feel the need to scream and howl and shout “oh yeah, oh yeah” as if it’s some kind of hosanna to the sex gods. Every now and then you’ll hear one gasp from the surprise of a particularly enthusiastic penetration. Every now and then you’ll hear one faintly sigh as she feels a couple squirts of semen hit her cervix. The men are less quiet. You can hear panting and breath passing between clenched teeth. The occasional crescendo of orgasm.