When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!
Tag: rape
Opportunity and motive
The alleged rape, milord, is plain fiction,
The handcuffs, the gag, the restriction
Of movement and speech,
Just a game, played by each;
All good fun! Not the stuff for conviction!
The barbarians at the gate
When a restless barbarian horde
Took up weapons and travelled abroad,
Though most folks they’d just slay,
Maids they’d carry away,
To rape later, when peevish or bored.
By a lake in the woods
She exclaimed “Oh, my goodness, Sir Knight!
I was bathing! You gave me a fright!
Why, I might have been raped!
I could not have escaped!
Though, of course, one would put up a fight!”
A moment's work
“Not a whisper!” his husky voice rasped;
Her big breasts in two strong hands were grasped;
Just whose hands, she’d no notion…
In one fluid motion,
He thrust in his cock, as she gasped!
Double jeopardy
When a viking horde raided a village,
They’d loot and they’d murder and pillage.
Pretty girls they’d rape twice,
Although once would suffice ,
But they liked to allow for some spillage.
Rules of engagement
Noble knights and the horseless unbooted
Burned houses and pillaged and looted;
They slaughtered their foes,
Mostly men, I suppose,
Girls and women, of course, they just rooted.
In a minute there is time
In a trice she’d been rudely up-ended,
She knew what the villain intended!
She thought “Should I scream?”
Then thought not, it would seem…
To be fair, it all rather depended.
The whore-monger
He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.
Curious
He protested he’d only been curious:
Not convinced, though, fucking furious,
She called it buggery,
Arse-rape and thuggery,
Sick and depraved and injurious!