Bent over, my naked body folds in half
He commands me to kneel, I place
Palms face down, arms stretched out,
Knees to the earth. I am confined,
Bolted this way to the ground.
Hands and feet locked in place.
Ready for him.
No matter which way I turn or squirm
I’m rigged and prepped for his
Exploration, domination and
Repeated brutal penetration.
Open my mouth, he tells me once.
I stare back
His grin sticks like glue
Told me twice and the tip to
a large steel, studded dildo
Touches my tight tiny ass hole.
I expand my lips, accepting
The thick fat head he
Drops on my tongue.
As a patty cake game,
He holds his cock, a massive saber,
I watch him swat it,
Tapping it on my velvety tongue
His thick dick pushes past my plump
Lips, stretching my mouth, a
Cushioned wet entrance for him to
Pierce through and ram his steel rod
Into my delicate throat. Hard,
Full, long strokes , slow at first but
Then more eager, more purposeful
His plunges are too fast
I can’t catch any breath
His body holds stoic for a moment
His hard rock cock slithers out of me
Like extricating one’s sword from flesh
He moves behind me,
Resting on his calves. He
Freely fingers my pussy,
Stroking the firm clit
Aching and beating between my
Slightly spread, shaking legs.
Touching my pussy lips like
Fragile flower petals,
He dips his index finger into
My warm slit then
Spreads the slick wetness
Over his orifice of interest
I know it’s either all of him in
Or that metal spiked dildo thing
I shudder but do not struggle
Bite my lip hard, as its tip
Rips, forcing to fit,
Slices right into my tiny tight
Virgin ass hole
He pauses with the head
Buried inside, tearing at that rim
The pain is searing.
I rattle the once silent air,
Howling as he thrusts his dick in,
Yanking as reigns, fists full of my hair
Drilling deep into my ass
The shock freezes my mouth
Wide into a perpetual shape,
Opened and round
But without a single sound.
Except the rubbing of his cock,
Riding in and out of my ass
Switching, alternating with,
Dipping his veiny dick into my
Wet pussy to slicken the path
As he’s fucking my ass
He’s grunting like an animal now
I shift my limbs and stretch my
Fingers and toes.
I’m shackled, wrists and ankles
Fastened to the floor.
I am his sex slave captive.
His thrusting again becomes
More urgent,
Needing.
Rabid.
He’s plunging in and out
Rougher, faster
Uncontrollable jerking motions
Viciously slashing into me.
The pain has lessened some and I feel
His focused purposeful fucks
Driving away at my upturned rump
He is using me, pumping me,
Erupting and injecting into me a
Hot and forceful geyser, filling me up.
He digs into my cheeks with his
Palms and fingers, convulsing pelvis
Pulsing, pushed up against my
Ravaged, torn and sore, worn, rear
Grunting like a feral beast
Loud and strong in my ear.
