Hungry Wolves
The key turns in the dungeons lock you shield yourself from the in coming light, being kept in total darkness you didn't know was it day or was it night
Before your eyes got a chance to adjust you're blindfold and led towards the door, it must be the time of night for you to be used and abused once more
You feel yourself tied down on some sort of table but your legs and arms are tied apart real wide, you know you're not alone in the room there's people whispering directly by your side
The table is so very cold but they put a soft pillow behind your head, it's not very comfy but it's been a week since you've slept in a proper bed
In your cell you had a blanket and a thin mattress on the floor, at least here you have something for your head at least that's one thing to be thankful for
The next minute you squeeze your eyes shut tight you are underneath a blinding bright spot light, soon your eyes get adjusted there's people left and right
People dressed in lingerie some wearing tight leather trimmed with lace, not one person did you recognise they must be all new to this kinky place
But they all had one thing in common that was a ravenous hunger in their eyes, like a pack of hungry Wolves who had run down their prey and your body was their prize
THE KINKY POET