His big dick down her throat, starved for air,
Being skull-fucked, his hands in her hair…
Just some holes, just warm meat…
“Did you like that, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she lied. “Just… you gave me a scare.”
Tag: rape
Suck it up
She resisted… she fought tooth and claw…
Just about dislocated her jaw…
So what more could she do…
Maybe bite, maybe spew…
Except suck… though it stuck in her craw!
In cold blood
When she saw the big dildo she shuddered…
Yeah, cock-like, but knobby and studded…
He waved it about…
And he’d use it, no doubt…
In a manner perverse and cold-blooded!
First things first
The triumphant barbarian horde,
Having put all the men to the sword,
Having slaked their bloodthirst,
Raped the pretty girls first,
And the others when drunker and bored.
Triple whammy
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.
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.