She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
Tag: rape
Her personal Hell
In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”
Objective
That cute chick… do you think she’s a renter?
I’d pay to get up her… plumb centre!
Yeah, no… maybe not…
A damn virgin, or what?
I might just do the old break and enter!
Stoic
She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly
Self-betrayed
Naked, tied to the bed, her legs splayed,
She began to be rather afraid
She’d be raped now… and yet…
Her damn pussy was wet,
At which thought she was further dismayed!
Finders keepers
When he found her, he thought “Jeepers creepers!
Stark naked, passed out… finders keepers!
Astonishing luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
Thinking “Thanks God, for booze and sound sleepers!”
In retrospect
She’d enjoyed it, in fact, she conceded…
Her protests had gone all unheeded.
She’d thought, though, okay,
Let him have his damn way,
And get on with his fuck unimpeded.
Feisty
Feisty girl… pretty, plenty of sauce.
And he wanted to fuck her, of course.
If she played hard to get,
As she might, well, no sweat…
He’d resort to a little brute force.
Undeterred
Drunk and dizzy, her vision was blurred…
She said no, but it came out all slurred…
Well, he should still have known,
From her screaming alone…
But perhaps he might just not have heard.