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!
Tag: rape
Testing the limits
Was there anything that she’d not do?
She’d been raped, beaten, left black and blue…
Been disgustingly used…
Yet she’d never refused…
In a strange way, enjoyed herself too.
Where there’s smoke
His lewd threats… her own damn silly fault,
Taken all with a large grain of salt…
Understandable, still…
It does seem the man will
Bloody rape her, it dawns with a jolt!
Brute
She, in retrospect, must have been blind,
Not to see that he’d be so unkind…
To resort to brute force!
Sort of rape… well of course…
But quite fun, of a curious kind.
Rough round the edges
She’d said no, but he paid her no heed…
He was rough, though she said “There’s no need”…
When he tore off her dress,
She said “Look, it’s not yes,
But calm down, and by all means, proceed!”
Expediency
Though she knew that to root him was wrong…
Though she fought, he was simply too strong…
She was already nude.
She was gonna be screwed,
Which resistance would only prolong.
In the heat of battle
Musket-fire, the deafening blast
Of the cannons. She’s tied to the mast,
Pirates swarming all round…
She’ll be raped… maybe drowned…
But raped first, she opined… if he’s fast!
Putting him in his place
“I must say, this is rather depressing,”
She said, getting on with undressing.
“You can, and you will
Fuck me, maybe, but still,
Your small dick is some sort of a blessing!”
Slumming
“Well,” she thought. “He may be just a peasant,
And yet… this is far from unpleasant!
So… best on the whole,
To just not tell a soul,
And get on with this rape, for the present!”
Driven
It’s not much in the way of apology…
Claiming it’s only biology…
Man needs to mate…
But why couldn’t he wait?
It was rape… Fuck his fucking psychology!