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.
Tag: rape
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.
Bad to the bone
When they met, she’d have run, had she known
That the bastard was bad to the bone…
Drugs and violence, rape…
Which she didn’t escape…
Still, she stayed, her young heart turned to stone.
The underdog
Would his penis, as big as was touted,
Fit in her damn pussy? She doubted…
She put up a fight,
But, so slender and slight,
In the end she was thoroughly routed.
Flirtatiousness
She’d been flirty perhaps, a bit cheeky,
And drunk… but the bastard was sneaky…
Somehow she was nude…
And not just being screwed,
But in ways that were pretty damn freaky!
Surprise package
That he’d fucked her was no great surprise…
Just the sight of his cock, and its size!
Tears streamed down her cheeks
Leaving mascara streaks,
Semen oozed down her slender young thighs.
Escapism
Poor girl, locked in a cold, drafty tower,
Dull hour on sad, lonely hour…
She dreamed of escape,
Dreamed of love, dreamed of rape…
Being fucked by a man in a shower!
Looking on the bright side
In the jungle, nude, tied to a tree…
“Oh my God!” she thinks. “Jesus! Why me?
I’ll be ravaged… at least…
Or a cannibal feast!
All those big black men… hmmm… yes God, please!”