I got raped in a bathroom once, I was completely smashed and couldn't have prevented it if I had tried...
Now that I've given your minds time to wander, it wasn't what you're probably thinking. While I was in NO position to resist whatsoever even if I had wanted to, I was still coherent enough to know what was going on. Being that coherent, I had no intentions to stop anything at all.
You're probably thinking I'm some kind of sexual deviant now, maybe I am to an extent, I DID enjoy every second of it. Alright, I suppose I should stop toying with whoever reads this. This didn't happen at some bus station or anything like that, it happened within the safety of my own home. You're probably imagining the rapist as some shadowy figure, this is also not the case, I knew this person (which might be worse in some of your minds). No, the rapist happened to be my girlfriend at the time, and me being a man, got one hell of a thrill out of the experience. She totally took advantage of my drunken ass there on the bathroom floor. So, I wasn't violated by any means, but since this might be a letdown for a few of you, I guess I should mention one additional piece of info in order to perk the story back up a bit. I'd totally just gotten through puking my guts out beforehand. I was freshly back from Iraq and my tolerance was at an all time low. I can't imagine her kissing me tasted good whatsoever, but she didn't say anything about it the next day.
I've got more stories, if anyone is interested.