My first week of college I met a new group of friends, one of which was her.
She was just someone I had to be nice to and hang out with to gain acceptance,
but clearly was a little unhinged. Very delusional, very narcissistic. She
could not comprehend that I didn’t want it, that was just impossible. I had
known her for a few years beforehand but never hung out with her. After the
rejection she had attempted a social backstabbing so that she would have me all
to herself, though her emotional instability backfired on her and she was
kicked out and re-added into the social circle we both were a part of. But, she
wanted me to think she was the “only friend†left who cared. I caught her in
her social assassination attempt, but it was difficult to have to constantly
remind my friends who seemed to forget these odd events all too often. I was
the only one who seemed to notice the manipulation and instability in this
person, she socially battered them into accepting her erratic behavior. She was
going behind my back and spreading information about me to other people so that
I could not succeed relationship-wise. She spread lies about me to keep people
away, and people trusted her almost out of pity. I couldn’t understand. I had
even managed to date someone before the word got to her, but of course was
scared away by more lies. All according to her plan. That was just some
background. I was eventually in another relationship, and hanging out with a
group of friends in my room, the door was usually kept lock but my friends were
allowed in. She walked in with the others. We would all talk or whatever, but
there was a time where the others left to play a card game, and I was no in the
mood. They left to play, she stayed behind. Pain makes me docile. I was
literally blindsighted, eyes facing a TV screen. This heavy person grappled
both my shoulders into the bed. The drawstring on my pajamas were my only
protection and it did not last. I was in a weird paralyzed state and she kept whispering
dark stuff to me. "Look how much you like this, finally, what I've been
waiting for, you're so easy" And every time I regained my senses she
would hit me, back into my docile state. She half-recognized I’d snap out of it
and ruin her fantasy while also in denial, while saying it was consensual for
both parties. She just rode me, pressing my hips into the bed violently to the
point that they were beyond sore, saying dark shit and smelling horrible. Eventually
I came, which was actually scarier than the event. At least during I was mostly
blacked out, took a while to bring the memory back, lots of self-conditioning.
But, I came-to after... I came, and she slumped off onto my bed sweaty and
exhausted. I fled to the bathroom in a sick stupor and vomited into a stall.
Once that was done, I realized she would still be in my room. I was in some
fucked up mindset that was not logical, so instead of going to where they
were playing Magic I just... went back to my room. And there she was, spreading
a gross sweat stain on my sheets. After that I was highly post traumatic, just blocking out
her future attempts for my own sanity. I had a lot of other shit going on and
there was nowhere else to go, so I just blacked it out. I couldn’t talk about
it. She'd drag me into the a recycling area to fuck me in a small room, then,
with her amazing ability to spread social poison, she framed it as me being
ashamed as opposed to a victim, when I did have the courage to tell someone
about it. I told a close close friend who only laughed nervously, unsure how to
react. I took it as being laughed at because I was not rational at all in this
mental state of vulnerability which she then took even more advantage of.
Eventually I made it back to an ex who had been ran off by her lies, and I told
her everything desperately. This ex became outraged, but recognized how
poisonous her information is. And how little she could actually do as helpful influence.
She had made this ex out to be this social demon to the point that the breakup
got me free meals. I eventually forced myself to face the memories, the ideas,
and did not give myself a choice. I went through the horror to forcibly jade
myself to it. I even did art projects on it to help myself get over it. I started recovering and she began receding,
friends wouldn't trust my claims either for seeming too crazy to be true or
from the usual "How can a man be raped?"“The parts don't work that
way." A situation came up where she would be a roommate with
me and some friends, and I became extremely outraged when I found out,
apparently the overemotional response scared people because they usually see an
apathetic state. I began going on about what she did again, but she still made
her way in there because they saw it as "easier to let her have her wayâ€
out of comfort and safety. It made a lot of my progress regress, I knew I was
safe when others were around, so I was desperate for others to stay awake. This
flunkie began taking Adderall so that she could continue with school and still
follow my lack of resting patterns. This made her crazier, and she had held my
friends up with a knife at one point prior to this whole situation. So she stopped
sleeping and was on uppers. She'd try to run into my room before I could get
there. The doors had locks, but she proved she could pick it with a credit
card. She would also go through my shelves when I wasn't around or if I was
sleeping. So she took advantage, no one was willing to help. Eventually she
became pregnant. She was scared to death of having a kid. So she aborted the
thing and waited a while to tell me. At one point she even said "I wish I
hadn't aborted it." which snapped me out of my funk,
Alright, lets see how accurate this fan interpretation is:
"My first week of college I met a new group of friends, one of which was her."
True.
"She was just someone I had to be nice to and hang out with to gain acceptance"
False. She knew how to stick around and rejoin the group when knocked out of it, but no one had to "be nice" to her really. Acceptance wasn't through her either, her power was through pity and eventually fear.
"but clearly was a little unhinged. Very delusional, very narcissistic."
It was more of a downward spiral, but she did begin a bit "unhinged" and dramatically self-absorbed.
"She could not comprehend that I didn’t want it, that was just impossible."
She comprehended it from the start at least, but she sort of... broke or something after some party she went to, I think?
"I had known her for a few years beforehand but never hung out with her"
False, she had a way of always being around, feeling like she's being conspired against or something of that nature when people'd hang out without her. She did not like the idea of people talking about her behind her back even the slightest, and made sure to let us all know.
"After the rejection she had attempted a social backstabbing so that she would have me all to herself"
Half-True? She was rejected passively (and blatantly at a point) before, but her social backstabbing happened long before any rejections came into play.
"though her emotional instability backfired on her and she was kicked out and re-added into the social circle we both were a part of."
Not sure it'd be backfiring if she was able to keep worming her way back in using the same tactics.
"But, she wanted me to think she was the “only friend†left who cared."
Still not sure if her angle was only friend left who cared, or just only friend.
"I caught her in her social assassination attempt, but it was difficult to have to constantly remind my friends who seemed to forget these odd events all too often."
Attempt? Try attempts. It was closer to them trying to pretend her shenanigans never happened so they could move on, except they were conditioned to get over it faster and faster until they outright just began accepting/ignoring anything she'd do. Even for those who did not believe her lies, she was able to leave impressions that'd stick regardless.
"I was the only one who seemed to notice the manipulation and instability in this person, she socially battered them into accepting her erratic behavior."
At times yes, but after said "battering" they on some level knew but weren't willing to do anything about it.
"She was going behind my back and spreading information about me to other people so that I could not succeed relationship-wise."
Friend-wise too. Thankfully it proved easier to make friends out of people she'd spoken with than relationships. 
"She spread lies about me to keep people away, and people trusted her almost out of pity."
Pity and fear, true.
"I couldn’t understand."
I couldn't? I was in the dark at first, but after that her smear campaign made sense.
"I had even managed to date someone before the word got to her, but of course was scared away by more lies."
Not quite. It was closer to her finding ways to make her constantly angry before trying to tell me about how unstable my girlfriend of the time was, which then would be followed by "proof" when she'd be pissed off. Said "someone" and I dated for over half a year. She wasn't scared away, that girl was a fighter, so instead that factor was used.
Heh, "had even".
"All according to her plan."
Not entirely sure if she made plans or went with what felt right at the time (pretty sure the latter). Regardless, she was effective.
"That was just some background."
And still so much to review...
"I was eventually in another relationship, and hanging out with a group of friends in my room, the door was usually kept lock but my friends were allowed in."
If this is within the time frame I think you're referencing, you're wrong about me having been in "another relationship". I was single.
"She walked in with the others. We would all talk or whatever, but there was a time where the others left to play a card game, and I was not in the mood. They left to play, she stayed behind."
True.
The event itself seems to be mostly quoted, so I'll see little reason to look over it.
"Eventually I made it back to an ex who had been ran off by her lies"
Correction, the ex. I fooled around with a few people during college, but I only dated one local person during my college career. I eventually went back to dating (by title anyway) an older ex of mine who was attending a college in a different state (the whole LDR deal), and who I'm with now I didn't date until after college.
"and I told her everything desperately."
Some people I told in a somewhat "desperate" fashion, but that ex who at that point was a Friend with Benefits didn't take any convincing at all. Took more convincing to have her not shank the bitch.
"This ex became outraged"
She had quite the temper~
"but recognized how poisonous her information is. And how little she could actually do as helpful influence."
It was closer to me having to convince her of those things. She was pissed.
"She had made this ex out to be this social demon to the point that the break up got me free meals."
Did I say meals? It was just one meal, but hey, it was free.
"I eventually forced myself to face the memories, the ideas, and did not give myself a choice. I went through the horror to forcibly jade myself to it."
True.
"I even did art projects on it to help myself get over it."
A multi-piece art project where I had to explain my motivation to the class.
"I started recovering and she began receding"
Not quite sure what you mean here.
"friends wouldn't trust my claims either for seeming too crazy to be true or from the usual "How can a man be raped?"“The parts don't work that way.""
True, at least at first. It was also those I presented the art about it to who went into those questions.
"A situation came up where she would be a roommate with me and some friends, and I became extremely outraged when I found out,apparently the overemotional response scared people because they usually see an apathetic state."
I can't even imagine how weird that must have been for them. Even who I'm with now finds my natural way of responding to things slightly haunting.
"I began going on about what she did again, but she still made her way in there because they saw it as "easier to let her have her wayâ€out of comfort and safety."
Also because the rent would be cheaper, can't forget that.
"It made a lot of my progress regress, I knew I was safe when others were around, so I was desperate for others to stay awake."
Yep.
"This flunkie began taking Adderall so that she could continue with school and still follow my lack of resting patterns. This made her crazier, and she had held my friends up with a knife at one point prior to this whole situation. So she stopped sleeping and was on uppers. She'd try to run into my room before I could get there. The doors had locks, but she proved she could pick it with a credit card. She would also go through my shelves when I wasn't around or if I was sleeping. So she took advantage, no one was willing to help."
It's almost a shame that there's nothing here to correct or elaborate on.
"Eventually she became pregnant. She was scared to death of having a kid. So she aborted the thing and waited a while to tell me. At one point she even said "I wish I hadn't aborted it." which snapped me out of my funk,"
And it was after snapping out of said funk that I did that art project.
The order is a little wonky at points (likely from following my story without an external timeline), you're only telling part of the story, some parts weren't 100% on point, and you begin sentences with words like "And", but hey, you gave it your earnest effort. The lack of formatting and the choices at points for sentence structure would likely have an instructor deduct some points if it were being graded.
You're a man. If you didn't want it and you weren't drugged you could have stopped it. The first time it happened might have been fucked up a little bit, but it happened multiple times. She even got pregnant eventually. So yes, you did lie there and take it. You had opportunities to not let it happen. You could have got up and left, punched her when she tried something again, anything, but you didn't. You let it, over and over again.
So no, it's not rape if it happened over and over again and you had the ability to do something about it rather than remain silent, docile, and not take the initiative to stop it. You allowed it to happen.