At the end of the gang-plank she teetered,
Abused and stripped naked, defeated…
Called names, made to screw
The whole damn pirate crew…
What a way for a girl to be treated!
Tag: rape
Shaken booty
A rude fellow she’d only just met.
Who she ‘d never have normally let,
Threw her onto a bed,
Had his way, and then said
“Shake your arse like that, that’s what you get!”
Hedging
She’d crawled into a hedge, and got stuck…
The bloke couldn’t believe his good luck…
“ Need some help, do you, miss?
He said. .. “No, maybe this…”,
And then helped his vile self to a fuck!
A blind eye
He’s a serial rapist, by rumour,
A paedophile too and a groomer,
But liked, as a rule,
(Not by girls still at school),
For his wealth, his grand parties, his humour.
As flies to mortal men
In the absence of God , or of gods,
She was raped by some young louts, the sods…
The wrong place, the wrong time,
And no reason or rhyme…
Just bad luck, then, but what were the odds?
Wendy Darling
Wendy looked up at Hook… her heart sank…
Pirate captain and all, he damn stank!
One peg leg and one shoe…
And the rest of his crew
Tongues out, lined up according to rank!
Naked, chained to to mast… God! Clank, clank…
The men tugging their cocks as they drank…
Their intentions quite clear…
“Well, Wendy, my dear,”
Said Hook. “Which damn god should I thank?”
“Such a prize… Like I’ve robbed a damn bank!”
He reached out, squeezed her breast, stroked her flank…
She screamed… What else to do?
She’d be ruined, she knew,
Fallen woman, a whore and a skank!
“We’ll all have you now girl!” Wendy shrank…
As he groped , gave her bottom a spank…
“We’ll have such jolly fun…
Two by two, one by one…
But you won’t, pretty miss, to be frank!”
Poor lass… pissing herself, her mind blank…
If it only weren’t real, a prank.
“Take them chains off,” Hook said,
Get them dainty legs spread…
Scratch or bite, girl, you’ll walk the damn plank!”
Her honour
Please, Your Honour, Miss Jones was abused,
Forced to do lewd things by the accused…
Intercourse did occur…
And, according to her,
She was raped… though she could have refused!
Low hanging fruit
Poor wench, manacled, hanging in chains,
Naked, sweating and cursing, she strains,
As she bounces and rocks
On her captors’ fat cocks,
As they plunder their ill-gotten gains.
Whatever
She’s a virgin… but never say never,
He thinks, gonna do something clever…
Like, get her alone.
Fuck her good , make her moan…
And, like, not give a damn whatsoever!
Forlorn
The poor man, forlorn, love unrequited…
His dream woman less than delighted…
His gifts, flowers too
All returned… What to do?
Maybe just fuck the bitch, uninvited.