He’d been ogling her tits, which was weird…
Might want to do more too, she feared…
He might want to screw…
Goodness! What should she do?
Fuck! Too late! She’d already been speared!
Tag: rape
Too late
He was vulgar, offensive and crude…
And what’s more, she’d not been in the mood…
He’d been overly forceful,
Though later remorseful…
But fuck! She’d already been screwed!
Subtotal recall
She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
Her personal Hell
In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”
Objective
That cute chick… do you think she’s a renter?
I’d pay to get up her… plumb centre!
Yeah, no… maybe not…
A damn virgin, or what?
I might just do the old break and enter!
Stoic
She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly
Self-betrayed
Naked, tied to the bed, her legs splayed,
She began to be rather afraid
She’d be raped now… and yet…
Her damn pussy was wet,
At which thought she was further dismayed!
Finders keepers
When he found her, he thought “Jeepers creepers!
Stark naked, passed out… finders keepers!
Astonishing luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
Thinking “Thanks God, for booze and sound sleepers!”
In retrospect
She’d enjoyed it, in fact, she conceded…
Her protests had gone all unheeded.
She’d thought, though, okay,
Let him have his damn way,
And get on with his fuck unimpeded.