Author: Badsammie

When they sober up (m/f, nc, drugs, kidnapping)

There is always a moment, when violating some dumb, young thing, fresh faced and innocent, when they sober up and realize what trouble they are in. That things have spun out of control and their preconceptions of right and wrong and how the world works shatters. It’s a beautiful moment if you manage to catch it, like a bright meteor in the sky, white hot and then fading to nothing. I live for those moment and those dumb, soon to be broken, girls.

I’ve always liked music festivals for that reason. Great sounds, easy access to drug, just legal girls and toys partying the night away. There is almost always plenty of freaky girls who want to let loose but if you can’t find one of them, there are dozens upon dozens of virgins about. Now, I don’t mean literally virgins, most have had a cock in their mouth or cunt. I mean festival virgins. Dumb cunts free to try all manner of drinks and drugs, taking what is given them freely, mixing shit that shouldn’t be mixed. Just delicious. Read more »

Visiting the beach and the theater

Be glad when this Covid shit is over so we can head out and do something like this again. An oldie experience of mine but a beloved one

My love, my Master, has been so good to me. If you’ve read my shit I’ve posted here and on /r/rapekink, this has been an extremely difficult year for me and I haven’t always handled it the best. I recently messed up bad, prompting some visits I’d rather not have made but clearly needed to. After all the hustle and mess and drama of the past two weeks (all self inflicted, at least directly), my wonderful man who I don’t deserve took me to Myrtle Beach. We were only there a few days, arrived Friday night and left Monday afternoon right after lunch. But it was nice to get away, and just be with him. At least that was the original intention. Read more »

About all, she deserved it (m+/f, nc)

She didn’t know how long she had been in the hotel room, what day it was, the hour, none of it. The only thing that she knew was pain, in every part of her body. And thirst and hunger, the only diet she had during her time here had been a steady one of piss and cum. Mostly cum. Her arms were numb, tied up above the booth, barely able to tell flashes were going off through the blindfold they had put on her. Her legs splayed. She didn’t try to keep her legs together anymore, they hit her for that. Instead, her raw sex gaped, dripping. 10 men? 20? She didn’t know. Nothing mattered, she was spent, ruined. All because she had cheated on her fiance.

She hadn’t meant to, she hadn’t planned to do it. It had been an impulse, buzzing after dancing with friends celebrating a promotion. An older man had danced with her, and she had felt electric. He was bold, touching her, his eyes daring her to stop him. She hadn’t. He had groped her on the dance floor, pushing her to a corner, fingering her in the open, her soaked panties shoved to the side. Then, for the first time ever, she’d let a stranger fuck her bareback in an alley, pumping her against a dirty trash bin, cumming on his cock. He’d left her a 50, shaking there, realization of what she had done hitting her as cum dripped down her legs. Read more »

Captured prey (m/f, nc?, piss, kidnapping?)

Allison walked the man in the mask come in again, staring down at her. She shook, too weak to scream anymore, or struggle against the handcuffs holding her to the bed. His glare was so intense, it burned her. She felt ashamed at her nakedness, despite having no control over it. Her svelte body trembled, her breathing ragged. He simply stood there, staring. Waiting to pounce.

She had been at the bar, drowning her sorrows. Another shitty week at work, with her gropy boss. She hated him so much. He was like a nightmare out of the 50’s, always pinching her ass, awkward hugs, smelling her hair. But she needed the job. She was finally getting her life on track again, her drinking was under control, things were looking up. She hadn’t had to live in her car for 8 months now, a personal record for her. Still, she had her weak moments, like that night. Her boss had held her against him, asking her if she wanted to close with him. His grip was tight, as he sniffed her hair. She had told him no, clocking out right after. Her hands trembled as a lifetime of memories she wish she could forget percolated in her mind. And so, she had gone drinking. Read more »

A sea of hands (m+/f)

Passed around, hands lingering, pressing inside me, in my cunt, my ass, my mouth. On my face, my tits, my lips, caressing, slapping, hitting.

Hours upon hours, until I’m coated in a sheen of sweat, spit, piss, and cum. Until every inch of me hurts yet cries for more. Nipples stiff, raw, chapped. Lips swollen and split. Covered in a beautiful sea of purple, blue, and black.

The hands won’t stop, and I won’t tell them too. Loved, loved no matter the cost, all the attention on me, smothering me, drowning me in it. I don’t know how many men, how many dozens. I don’t care, I’m numb, but I embrace my spiral, as I’m taken again and again.

A puddle of white dripping from me, holes gaped, fucked out, barely able to stand. I smile, whimpering.

“More”

On the hunt [mm/f, rapebaiting]

I smile in front of the mirror, applying my lip gloss. I fluff up my hair, making it nice and bouncy. Recently dyed red, while blondes might have fun, redheads catch attention faster. And that is all I want today, attention. However I get it, it doesn’t matter, as long as I do so. I do a bump, rubbing my nose before going through my clothes. I think about a blouse, but I frown, I want exposure. So instead, I take the crop top. No bra, no need for that, hoping the air might be cool enough to help draw the eyes. Then a black short, very short and loose. I don’t need anything under that either. I don’t want anyone mistaking me for respectable, not tonight. I decide to take another bump, smiling at the slut in the mirror, sitting down to throw on some heels and then I head out. Read more »

The dangerous ones [m/f, nc, gaslighting]

The dangerous ones aren’t the brutes, the fat and muscled dullards that grab you and slap you around. Not really. You can see them a mile away, they’re predictable, quick to anger, mini-hulk’s in all their fury. They can be fun to bait for, to tease, to taunt. They’ll hurt you, maybe even badly. They always leave bruises and sometimes bloody you, maybe even break a bone if crazy enough. But they aren’t really dangerous, just bottled fun, pain, orgasms, and blood. A quick snack during a dry period, for when you are dead inside and have to remember you are alive, no matter the cost.

No, those are the ones that are the easiest to recover from, beautiful bruises fade, yellowing to nothing. Split lips that are so delicious to run your tongue along heal, allowing you a return to normalcy. It was just some asshole, you can pretend, that’s all. A one off in a weak moment, nothing more. They aren’t dangerous. The ones that are dangerous are the ones that made you, molded you, broke you and rebuilt you to their liking. Any thug can beat you, but the dangerous ones are the ones who fuck your soul to oblivion, slice your self worth into tatters, feeding the scraps to you. They make you doubt every word, every thought you have, until you think you are stupid. They make you believe your only worth is between your legs, and even make you crave the abuse. Leading you down the darkest alleys of your life, never to return whole again. Read more »

She gave up [m+/f, nc, drunk]

She was barely aware of anything as he held up the camera, showing her drooling, wasted face. If you had asked her what his name was, the address where she was, or even most of the nights events, she wouldn’t have been able to tel you. All she knew was that she was naked and numb, used, abused, and passed around like a cheap bong, each guy there taking their hit. After he took the pick, he let her go and Jessica slumped to the floor, reality seeping away again as another stranger mounted her.

Things had been going good for once, she had a job she had liked, loved even. She had struggled so much and to find that she was good or even excelled at something gave her a value she rarely had. She could sell a smart watch to a Luddite and make them happy for it. Everything in her life was getting in order, a new fresh start away from her father, her past. She was her own woman once again. And then, then her boss had touched her. Read more »

And so, the spiral started [M/f, nc, manipulation]

It had started as a simple online flirtation, to help her escape the pressures of college. To let loose, but safely, in the privacy of her dorm room as her roommate partied. Letting men tell her what to do, how to fuck herself with her vibrator, to make her be a dirty little whore for them. And it was exciting. At first, when they told her to slap or choke herself, she had just pretended to, of course. But one day, she tried it, and found the rush intoxicating. It felt good. And so, the spiral started.

Still, she was focused on school, only delving into the darkness online when her roommate was gone or out, behaving the rest of the time. She briefly thought about going to parties with her, letting loose in person, but the guys around her did nothing for her. It was the dark and depraved daddies, the mean older men that brought out something primal from within her. That took her embers of womanhood and turned them into a raging forest fire of need. And then, then she met Steve. Read more »

The first time my [F] mouth got shared

This happened about 3 years ago when I was still in college…

So, my weekend. I would have said it’s hard to put into words what all happened except here I am, doing literally that. My Master was coming to pick me up and after a long week, that had gotten a bit emotional with my disrespect for him, I wanted to see him. I wanted to hold him, kiss him and that stupid big beard of his. I was ready to be his. Shortly after 7pm, he texted me that he was outside and I grabbed my purse and phone and nothing else. I don’t have to worry about those things now. He brings what I’m to wear and anything else I might need, even makeup. I’m only responsible for hygiene products if needed and my ID. Nothing else I need with him. Read more »