There were three guys, the mean, nasty third of
Did things that she’d not even heard of…
Disgusting., vile stuff…
Now she’s well up the duff,
And not one of the bastards since heard of.
Tag: rape
Then and now
“Stop! Please stop!” she begged, weary and teary.
“No way. I ain’t done with you dearie.
Not fun anymore?
But you liked it before…
Suck it up!” he said, nastily cheery.
The power of suggestion
Well, she had gone out dressed rather daringly…
Still… what he’s done, so uncaringly!
All those vile things…
Ouch! Her asshole still stings…
More to come, too, she muses, despairingly.
Bodice ripper
In the end she was kind of relieved…
She’d been lied to, coerced and deceived,
Rooted… more or less raped…
Her torn pussy still gaped…
Cherry taken… Her bosom still heaved.
Swordplay
“Hitch your dress up! Bend over!” he roared.
She obeyed, trembling… “Yes… yes milord,”
Sobbing, buttocks spread wide…
“I’m a virgin!” she cried,
But was nonetheless put to the sword.
Mental struggle
She should maybe have screamed… to0 late… still..
She could struggle.. she might… well, she will…
Or else not… just stay mute…
Well, a root’s a damn root…
Just enjoy the vicarious thrill.
Comely wench
Young and innocent, lied to and lured
Upstairs to his flat… and then skewered!
“Oh well,” she thought glumly,
Nude, cum-splattered, comely,
Poor wench… “Some things must be endured.”
Lucky dip
The guy seems pretty normal and nice…
Though he might have some horrible vice…
He might rape her… god knows…
“I’ll say yes, I suppose,”
She thinks. “Fuck. Try my luck. Roll the dice.”
Plaything
Tied up, naked, his plaything, enslaved…
“Gosh!” she thought. “The damn fellow’s depraved!”
She’d be raped, it seemed… Great!
But, she mused, from which fate
She’d not mind, frankly, not being saved.
Taint
At the sight of his penis she fainted.
Poor girl, they were barely acquainted!
He hitched up her dress,
Fucked her nevertheless…
Reputation forevermore tainted.