by Peter Loaf
Skinny dip party, up at the lake
Coeds and frat-rats, kids on the make
The charcoal cooking, lobster and steak
The coolers cooling, a beer I take
The next I’m knowing, waking up bound
Sleeping bag zippered, and straps around
Mountain roads dusty, panic newfound
Gagged against screaming, trunk muffled sound
Taken to forest, tied to a tree
The blindfold covers, I cannot see
My captor chuckles, my fervent plea
Dressed in my goose-flesh, needing to pee
Nipple-whip knotted, out of the night
My breasts exploding, I kick and fight
Bound ankles lifting, bottom to bite
Pussy lips swollen, clit out in sight
His targets burning, breast belly thighs
Screaming for mercy, my pleading cries
Knotted thongs biting, testing my ties
Hanging inverted, rag on my eyes
The sound of others, nothing is said
A penis poking, getting some head
Horse-cock vibrating, pussy well fed
Clitty clip biting, weighted with lead
My bottom burning, the flogging done
Hanging and hurting, just isn’t fun
Dildo vibrating, under the gun
A bonfire building, the setting sun
The captive damsel, service the squad
Fucked to a frazzle, left on the quad
My pussy stuffer, vibrating rod
Wandering naked, feeling the sod
Campus cops jaded, back of the car
Blindfold remaining, “not very far”
I’m long past caring, playing for par
The second one better, give him one star
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