Pro tempore

When they fucked, he was rough, sometimes scarily…
Still, he would do,  temporarily…
Yes, he might curse,
Maybe rape her… or worse…
Only maybe though… not necessarily.

Small things

She’d been raped, in a stable, a stall…
He wore glasses, she’d later recall,
Well-made shoes, a nice hat
They’d been watched by a cat…
And his cock was surprisingly small.

Ambush

The poor girl was deceived and much wronged…
Their assault was by stealth and two-pronged,
One in front, one behind,
Nasty, scary, unkind,
And exhausting… and rather prolonged.

Unforgettable

The damn bounder! She’ll never forget him!
He fucked her the first time she met him…
Did other things too,
And she didn’t say boo…
Just bent over, and whimpered, and let him!

Abandon hope


Poor girl, castaway, stranded, marooned…
Found Man Friday… hope blossomed, ballooned…
All did not go as planned…
Thrown face down on the sand,
And her tender young pussy harpooned!