Impunity

Being raped was, of course, quite concerning,
She mused, bosom heaving, cheeks burning…
But what could she do?
He’d deny it she knew…
She’d survived, the damn world was still turning.

Predicament

She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”

Throw her back

A young mermaid, washed up in the kelp…
A sly cove heard her seal-like yelp…
Though he searched, back and front,
For some sort of a cunt…
“Can you talk?” he asked. “Can’t you damn help?”

Rude awakening

At the party she drank too much booze,
And lay down on the couch for a snooze…
She woke up oozing cum
From her pussy and bum,
Silly girl, at a loss to know whose!