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.

Defenestration

Arms bent back, forced down onto her knees…
At the window, tits out in the breeze,
Sobbing, scared she might fall…
Being fucked by them all…
And worse still, what if somebody sees?