“Wanna root?” one boy says, and she nods.
Would they let her go? What are the odds?
Get it over and done with,
Be theirs to have fun with,
Switch off till they’ve all shot their wads.
Tag: rape
Foul play
As he plunged in, she let out a howl…
“Fucking bastard!” she cried, with a scowl.
“I’m so fucking offended…
You plainly intended
To fuck me by fair means or foul!”
Conquest
The dust settled, the swordplay and shooting,
The victors got on with the looting…
When that too was done,
It was time for some fun…
Eating, drinking, some serious rooting!
Red rag
He’d been rough… fucking rough, no dispute…
Was it rape? Well, the question was moot…
It was more of a dare…
She’d said “See if I care…
Do your worst, you big, dumb, fucking brute!”
Vlad
“Oh God! Get it away, please!” she wailed.
She crossed her legs, pleaded, but failed…
“God save me!” she prayed,
But soon, naked, legs splayed,
She’d been thoroughly, thickly impaled!
Inconclusive
Is her body his, wholly, exclusive?
He rapes her… he’s selfish, abusive…
Can love cause such pain?
Is to love him insane?
Sleepless, fretful, the answers elusive.
Roman conquest
The poor Angles and Saxons and Jutes,
When the Romans came, big nasty brutes,
They were treated as sport,
Or as slaves, sold and bought,
And their women as casual roots.
Rollercoaster
Well, at first she’d been simply astounded.
She’d screamed, struggled, uselessly floundered…
No rescuer came…
Anger, ecstasy, shame
Filled her mind as her pussy was pounded!
Stockholm
Just consider her terrible plight…
Kidnapped, naked and cold, tied up tight…
Will her dad pay the ransom?
This fellow’s quite handsome…
He’s not raped her.. yet… but he might!
No picnic
A nice picnic he’d said… what a shambles!
She thinks, as she sobs, as she scrambles,
Butt-naked, half-raped,
Having somehow escaped,
Through the mud and the briars and brambles.