When They Sober Up
by Badsammie
Copyright© 2022 by Badsammie
Fiction Sex Story: A predator talks about the prey he hunts at music festivals and what can happen to the women he finds there.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Prostitution .
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 shatter. It’s a beautiful moment if you manage to catch it, like a meteor streaking through the sky, white-hot and then fading to nothing. I live for those moments and those dumb, soon-to-be-broken, girls.
I’ve always liked music festivals for that reason. Great sounds, easy access to drugs, barely legal girls and toys partying the night away. There is 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 literal virgins, most have had a cock in their mouth or cunt. I mean festival virgins. Dumb cunts excited to try all manner of drinks and drugs, freely taking what is given to them, and mixing shit that shouldn’t be mixed. Just delicious.
Often they’ll be protected by friends, but there will still be plenty stumbling about. In tight clothes, miniskirts, or micro dresses, reveling in freedom as they dope themselves to oblivion. Hot skin needing to be touched, glazed eyes, their mouths ajar. Lost in the crowd, left behind and waiting for a shark to devour them. It’s always fun to help those lost girls and direct them to a better place, where they can be safe. Safe from prying eyes that is. I’ll always help myself to their bodies as I walk them to my van, feeling their ass, cupping their perky chests, listening to their soft moans. No panties, no bra, just a wet cunt and a vapid mind.
Once there, I’ll lead them into my van, an air mattress handy for them to crash on. Most happily take a pacifier to suck on, coated and flavored, drugging them more to make them even limper. And then, music blasting, I take my prey, stripping them. They mutter about the camera flashes, but I bat their hands away. The customers need to see the merchandise. And then I start the webcam, using just a bit of lube. Their cunts are almost always soaked but their asses are usually virgin unless they are one of those closeted Christian girls trying to stay pure. It doesn’t matter. None of them are pure after I’m done with them.
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