Showing posts with label BDS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BDS. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Late Night Deposit

I'm hanging out a lot lately in this neat little sim I recently discovered, appropriately named "Wrong Turn".  Nice little place, if you can avoid some of the seedy residents.  There are however, a few pretty, wholesome looking women residing in the apartment area of this complex.  Whilst I was loitering about one evening, I happened to catch sight of one of these ladies as she left her apartment.


FYI, if part of your neighborhood decor is a burned out shell of a police cruiser...you might want to go house hunting elsewhere.


She paused momentarily at the door, and I thought for sure she had seen me and was going to turn back, which would have been the prudent thing to do.


Just as I was thinking of a way to capture her now that she was on the street, she turned away from me.


The flashing neon of the ATM store in the local 7-11 seemed to catch her eye.


Sure enough, I soon saw her stepping up to the machine as if to make a withdrawal.


She didn't catch sight of me as I stepped from the shadows, intent on a late night "transaction" of my own.


To play it safe, I slipped on a mask to hide my identity.  What do you think?  Not too sexy, I hope?


Have you ever been behind someone at an ATM and they are so focused on their banking they don't even notice you?  Yeah, same here.  ALL the damn time.  I don't even know why I'm complaining...


I quickly rushed her, pressing her forward into the machine as I began ripping off her clothing.  She turned once and saw my mask, right as I warned her against screaming.


From there it was only a few moments before I had her pants down and my cock out, working on burying it to the hilt.  Time for a late deposit, bitch!


As this aroused me to no end, I slammed into her, rocking her against the unyielding metal of the ATM, and my unforgiving firm manhood.  She was definitely caught between a hard place, and an even harder place.


My hands kept moving, ripping off her clothing, taking her, filling her, warning her not to scream.  Are you guys taking notes?  This is ATM Rape 101.


To anyone on the street, I'm sure all they saw were two lovers being frisky as they worked on taking money from the ATM.  Errr....or maybe not.  Where the night clerk was during all of this is anyone's guess.


That face your lover makes when she realizes you're not just going to use her pussy...


After my transaction was completed, I left my new girlfriend in the only position I could think of.  Perhaps another customer put in a deposit.  Perhaps she's still there, waiting on you.


Either way, have a bad day, bitch!

Friday, May 10, 2013

T Minus...

The countdown is officially on.  I am approaching 1,000 victims/prey/helpless girls that I have coerced/grabbed/captured all for the purposes of fucking/abusing/getting to know better.  Insert the word which works best for you.

Now, I am currently working on several scenarios to grab my 1,000th victim, but nothing is set in stone yet.  As such, I'm always open to suggestions/ideas/gifts of bound women on my doorstep.

Meet #985.

Let me just say that while I use several platforms to find my prey on any given day, BDS will remain forever number one in my heart.  When I find a girl wearing BDS who also owns a piece of furniture with Luna Animations in it, well lick my ass and call me Huggybear.  That's icing on the damn cake.

Come here sweetie, dance for Trick.


Dance she did.  Forward, backward.  Up.  Down.  ALL around.


Notice how I keep my hands in my lap during the dance.  PURE gentleman.


Yeah, that's right.  Gentleman.


Of course, I can only be a gentleman for so long.


Something about when a girl has my cock in her hand and she looks up and smiles....


just makes me want to wipe that smile off of her face.


All the way off.


This little minx got me so worked up, I totally forgot what a gentleman I was and fucked her entirely from the backside.  In her chair.


On the floor.


Back in the chair.  Arch that back you little whore.  At this point she begged me for my seed.


So, being the gentleman I am, I coated her tongue with it.


985.  Whatever will I do at 1,000?  Retire?  Become a consultant?  Go to 2,000?  Might as well try to count the licks needed to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.

Have a BAD day bitches!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

More cream

Just a few more highlights from my gallery.  I was busy today doing the preliminary tracking on my 1,000th victim.  Stay tuned, I plan on a few posts of victi...errr..."guests" leading up to number 1,000.

I think it's the look on their faces when they first realize they are about to be raped.  God that sends me over the edge.


Bitches ain't even safe at Sea World.


Don't worry baby, I won't mess up your hair.  Make-up...yes.  Hair...no.


"You're not going to put it in my..."  "Yes.  Yes I am."


One of the perks of this "job".  You never know who you'll get to "meet".


And yes, even store demo models are not safe.


Yes!  Right there, on the tip...


"Is it smoky in here, or is it me?"  "Oh, it's you baby..."


Bent over.  Face down.  Ass up.  Is there anything better?


Nope.  Nothing better.


If you rape bitches on voice like I sometimes do, it's always good if they scream to match their avatar.  Wowza!


Another of my truly favorite grabs.  So much so, I collared her and kept her.


Enjoy bitches!

Friday, May 3, 2013

Crème de la crème

I have a milestone coming up in-world, one that I will be leading up to in the coming weeks.  In the meantime, I'm going to be running through some of my best moments as a tracker/predator/stalker/rapist/dickhead.  Sit back, grab some snacks, enjoy.

Speaking of snacks...


Is there any doubt that Captain America would dominate this relationship?


Even shoe stores provide no haven for bitches.


Another girl who's into snacks.  Munch that dick girl!


Some butter for your popcorn Miss?


I don't discriminate.  Young chicks.  Old bitches.  It's all good.


Her eyes say "No!", but her gag says...


Bitches can't get enough of that seed.


That gag again.  Never let it be said that Trick don't recycle.


Scream all you want bitch, ain't nobody gonna help.


Perhaps one of my all time favorite captures.


I think you know what's going through my mind here...


More pics coming soon.  Have a BAD day bitches!