Pointy hat, little pointy elf ears,
Tied up, weeping pretty elf tears,
His jovial guests
Dripping wax on her breasts…
Candy cane up her pussy… loud cheers!
Tag: torture
Bad trip
All this bondage stuff’s kinda the pits,
Fuckin’ tied up, her big purple tits,
Bein’ flogged with a whip…
Weird fucker’s sick trip…
Still the money ain’t bad, she admits.
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
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!
Epilation
“Gonna pluck your slut pussy,” he wheezes.
He grabs her left titty and squeezes…
“Pluck ev’ry damn follicle.”
How diabolical!
“Bitch,” he says, clicking his tweezers!
Magenta
Tattooed cunt that read “Pay as you enter”…
Big dildo thrust hard up her centre,
Spreadeagled she lay,
Helpless, writhe as she may,
Her bound tits throbbing, shiny, magenta!
Pop, pop
Her joints popping, stretched taut on the rack,
Her bound tits swollen, purple-ish-black,
And his cock in his hand,
Like a sock full of sand…
Could the bastard not cut her some slack?
Taking stock
In the square, naked, locked in the stocks,
People pelt her with fruit, eggs, shit, rocks…
Oh, the shame, the disgrace…
Crap all over her face,
Being fucked by anonymous cocks.
Inquisition, the musical
“Pull that rope tighter into her crotch!
Rack her harder!” he cried. “One more notch!
Do I make myself clear?
These gentlemen here
Are paying good money to watch!
God’s work
The Inquisitor scoffed, “She shall burn!
But repents not, as yet, I discern.
Let us flog those proud breasts!”
He exclaimed to his guests.
“Father Francis, I think it’s your turn.”