Raping Miss Jones

I started talking about that I liked her curves. And I liked the way the her hair flowed down the middle of her back. And then I kind of started pulling her up towards me. And she said what are you doing? And then I was just you know trying to talk about you know the way she looked. And then she started talking about something else. Trying to distract me and trying to get away from me.

So she got away from me towards the windowsill… And she was looking down at the River. And she was talking about how beautiful it was up there. And then I tried a second time. I leaned on the windowsill and I tried to pull her towards me.

And she said, ‘No.’

And then she turned around and she was going to get out toward the door. There was no bed in there. It was kind of set up like an office. You know with couches and tables and stuff like that.

… And she was thinking oh my gosh what is going on? You could tell her head was just spinning. And she was thinking is this really happening? This can’t really be happening. It was surreal.

…. She was getting closer to the door. She was thinking how am I going to get out of here? Am I just going to run out? I know the guard was sitting outside. So how am I going to get out so fast.

She looked really scared. And then she thought okay. Am I being raped? She thought something was going on. She was just freaking out, you know. All this time she was thinking how am I going to get out of this situation? So she got over close towards… There was a wall. It was getting closer to the door. And there was a couch. And so she started talking to me again about something.

And I sat down really fast and I dropped my pants. And I held her hand and made her fondle me. I asked her to kiss it. She said that is disgusting. She said I am not that kind of girl. She said I need to be getting back to the front desk. And I said, ‘No, you’re not.”

I grabbed her by the hair and neck and forced her on the ground. She struggled, breathlessly. She said no, no, no. It didn’t matter what she said. I slapped her until her mouth came undone. Then I shoved my member in her hole.

I went. Back and forth. Back and forth. When I finally came, it was an explosion. I held my hand against her mouth, and whispered in her ear: “swallow, bitch.” She tried struggling to more.

I choked her. She gasped for air. Finally, she relented. I felt my sperm making its way from her mouth down her tubes into her stomach. I had violated her.

I got up. And then when I got to the door she pulled up her pants and everything… And was tucking her shirt in. I don’t know. And she was trying to get out.

I held the door for her and he said, ‘You are a smart girl. Let’s keep this between ourselves.’ I did not want anybody to tell anybody about what had happened.

-Bob Guzzetta


Like an Octopus


I wanted to show her around the mansion. We were doing a photo shoot at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida. There was one ‘tremendous’ room in particular, that I wanted her to see.

We walked into that room alone. I shut the door behind us. She turned around, and within seconds I pushed her against the wall and forced my tongue down her throat. I put my hands around her buttocks.

She was in shock and remained speechless. I walked her to an outdoor patio overlooking the grounds. I could feel her self-esteem crash to zero.

There was a leather chair. I lifted the armrest and began to touch her. I was like an octopus. My hands were everywhere. Then I kissed her on the cheeks before I kissed her directly on the mouth.

I felt her pussy. It was so welt. I told her: “You’re wet.”
She fought against me. “No,” she said. “Don’t touch me.”

She told me it was so inappropriate. I touched her again.
She was so upset. She thought she was so insignificant that I could do that to her. I could see her fight back tears.
-Bob Guzzetta

My first time with a boy

I met Victim 9 at a Second Mile Summer Camp when he was 18 or 19 years old in 2005. Such a beautiful boy!

I asked him if I wanted to hang with me outside of the camp. He gave me his dad’s number and started going over to my house.

He started coming to my house every weekend. Then I started. I made him touch my penis. I let him stay in my basement when he was at the house. I’d kiss him every time he stayed over.

On one occasion, I went in the room, pulled my pants down, laid on top of him, and forced it in.

I came in. He sucked my penis. I got real aggressive and forced him into it. He just went with it. There was no fighting against me. I put my penis in his butt – that’s how you would have to put it.

Sometimes, he would scream. It didn’t matter. No one could hear him from the basement. He would always tell me to get off of him. But I mean, look at me. I’m a big guy, I was bigger than him…way bigger. What was he supposed to do?

I told him I loved him and wished the best for him.

And he never told on me. I told him not to. I told him they wouldn’t believe you. I told him I’m an important guy. Like, for real, who would believe kids?

-Bob Guzzetta

Who Cares What The Dumb B***h Thinks?

She hadn’t even had time to dress herself when I said, with a smirk on my face, “Would you like to sniff my testicles?”

“Nope,” she replied in a neutral tone.

“I’ll repeat myself: would you like to sniff my testicles?” I asked, more aggressively this time.

She replied with a firm “No,” in order to establish her boundary—which I then disregarded by grabbing her by the throat and shoving her down onto a mattress on the floor.

I straddled her chest, pinning down her arms with my knees. Then, I raised my hand high above my head, swinging it down and hitting her in the face and head with an open palm. I did this five or six times—hard—before finally getting off of her.

Disoriented and nursing a sore jaw, she stood up—but before she could collect myself, I grabbed her by her hair and shoved her to her knees, forcing her face into my crotch several times before shoving her to the floor. She looked completely stunned, having no idea how to react.

-Bob Guzzetta

One night with Virginia

She led me into the upstairs bathroom next to the room she was staying in.

She was doing her best trying to put on a good show for me by slowly undressing and she started to pour a bath. The room quickly filled with steam from the hot water as she turned to me and began to kiss my neck and undress me.

I groped every part of her naked body and filled her head with endless compliments about her blossoming figure.

In the bath, we continued with back and forth foreplay, touching, kissing, and I even licked her toes.

“I love your feet,” I whispered, “they are so irresistible.”

She looked at me quizzically. That was definitely a 1st for her, but she went with it all, fearful of letting me down. After all, I offered her $10,000 for the night.

Once the foreplay was over, we had sex.

I came. Then I got dressed quickly, said my goodbyes, and slipped out of the bedroom outside.

Just like that, it was over.

-Bob Guzzetta

No Means Yes

I wasn’t squeezing. I was pushing down. She was on her back. I don’t know if I was trying to really hurt her, but she squealed like a pig… I guess I was.

She was nervous. She was worried. This is not OK, she muttered…

It got rough. And then I put my hand around her throat, strangling her.

She looked scared. Please stop, she told me. A tear dripped from her pretty blue eyes.

I wasn’t pretending to be a rapist. I was an attacker. She still had her lingerie on. I was naked. I was aroused. It didn’t matter what she wanted. I didn’t stop.

She murmured, “What do I do to get this part over with? What can I do?”

I told her “There’s something you need to understand. We are gonna have sex whether you like it or not.”

-Bob Guzzetta

Grab her by the p***y

The minute I saw her, I picked her up with one hand by her hair and with my other hand, I grabbed her under her skirt by her vagina— her pussy?— and lifted her up off the floor, literally, and carried her like something I owned, like a piece of trash, out of the club. My fingers were practically inside of her, my other hand wrapped tightly around her hair. She screamed and kicked and cried. I carried her this way, suspended by my hands, all the way across the room, pushing past people until I got to the front door. Her friends ran after me, trying to stop me. We got to the front door. In the scuffle I grabbed at her clothes, trying to hold onto her, screaming at her, and inadvertently ripped off her necklace. She said the rest of this night was a blur. She said she did not remember. She did not remember how she got out to the car. How she got away from me that night. She never returned for her necklace either.

-Bob Guzzetta

When I raped her

I tried to kiss her. And the second time I tried to kiss her I started to  bite her lip … I bit on her top lip and she tried to pull away from me. And then I forced her down on the bed. And she just was very frightened, and she tried to get away from me and she told me ‘No,’ that she didn’t want this to happen but I wouldn’t listen to her… It was a real panicky, panicky situation. She was even to the point where she was getting very noisy, you know, yelling to me ‘Please stop.’ And that’s when I pressed down on my right shoulder and I bit her lip. … When everything was over with, I got up and straightened myself, and she was crying at the moment and I walked to the door, and calmly put on my sunglasses. And before I went out the door I said ‘You better get some ice on that.’ And I turned and went out the door.”

-Bob Guzzetta