The damn fellow by whom she’d been pestered,
By whom, in fact, one night molested,
She told “Though it’s moot,
If you weren’t a good root
I’d have probably had you arrested!”
Tag: rape
Fisticuffs
Not to be thought a slut, she’d resisted,
Kicked, scratched, screamed and cursed, bucked and twisted;
All part of the game,
She’d been fucked all the same,
The best part, strange to say, being fisted!
Party games
Pretty drunk, she just lay, glassy-eyed,
Pussy dribbling a bit, open wide.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Well, why pass up the chance?
Not too lively, but still, a free ride!
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
One for the road
What on earth had got into her head?
If she’d only said “no thanks” instead!
Not had just one more drink!
Well, what else would she think,
Naked, spreadeagled, tied to his bed?
Vlad
At the sight of his penis, words failed her!
Shocked, for what good it availed her,
Brave little lass,
Though she fought him, alas,
Soon, arse up and face down, he’d impaled her!
Silver lining
“He damn raped me!” she said, with a pout.
“Yeah, alright, I’d gone so long without,
That I didn’t say no,
But not yes, either, though!
Still, I guess, it at least broke the drought!”
Rorts and torts
She’d agreed just to kiss him, she thought.
She protested and squealed and fought,
But still finished up nude,
On her back, being screwed!
No big thing, but a bit of a rort.
Varmint
“You damn varmint,” she cried. “Let me loose!”
”Put your cock in your pants and vamoose!”
He growled “Nice bushy hair!
I’ll be puttin’ it where
It’s most likely to be of most use!”
Jolly Roger
Back when pirates held sway and marauded,
The word was wild, harsh and disordered,
Life brutish and short,
Rape a regular sport…
Damn exciting, although rather sordid!