The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Tag: rape
No joy-ride
When he’d tied her up, yeah, she’d been willing,
(Some fantasy he was fulfilling),
She couldn’t escape…
It was pretty much rape…
Well, at least, one might say, less than thrilling!
Small mercy
“Well,” she thought. “That was rather distressing!”
Whilst wiping her pussy, and dressing.
“Damn lecherous beast!
He came quickly, at least,
Barely in me! That’s some sort of blessing!”
Spoils of war
Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun,
Once the carnage and slaughter were done,
Raped the daughters and wives,
(Kindly sparing their lives),
A bit harsh, though some thought it quite fun.
Trapped
Gosh! she thought. Things do look pretty grim,
And the odds on escaping damn slim!
He was hung like a horse!
She survived, though, of course,
It was like she’d been torn limb from limb!
Fate
Though she punched him a bit, and she squealed,
She knew right away that she’d yield.
She’d thought that she’d die,
When his cock brushed her thigh!
But by then, though, her fate had been sealed!
Photo opportunity
She’d got drunk and passed out. For a joke
He undressed her. (But what if she woke?)
Took a photo or two…
Should he give her a screw?
“Fuck!” he thought. “Yeah! Why not go for broke?”
Indifference
So, she’s naked, tied up, for a dare…
And he’s rooted her! That wasn’t fair.
Now he’s called up his friends,
(You can guess how this ends),
“Fuck!” she says. “Do I look like I care?”
Behind closed doors
The door locked,not much chance of escape!
Stunned and speechless, she stood mouth agape,
As he ripped off her dress!
Though she might have said yes,
Having not, it was pretty much rape.
Transfixed
The poor girl, still a virgin, unchurched,
Nonetheless, somehow, found herself perched,
To her horror and shock,
On his lordship’s large cock,
As she sobbed, and she shuddered and lurched!