by Peter Loaf
Selling
subscriptions, working her way
Magazine vendor,
earning her pay
Door to door
selling, late in the day
Her quota filling,
the pervert’s prey
Handsome big
bruiser, asking her in
Locking behind her,
trapping within
Screaming in panic,
tasting of tin
Taken to basement,
the games begin
The wrist rope
wrapping, binding unkind
Panties removing,
gripping behind
The gag ball
shoving, the rubber kind
Helpless young
co-ed, his latest find
Ropes on her
titties, ropes on her thighs
Hung from her
tresses, his captured prize
Binding her elbows,
gag muffled cries
Rope in her pussy,
widening eyes
Suckle her nipples,
tickle her clit
Spanking her bottom,
shuddering fit
Helpless and naked,
feeling the twit
Door to door
selling, she should’a quit
Standing on tip
toes, hung by her hair
Her captor chuckles,
underground lair
Nipples push
outward, her perfect pair
Suckle lick nibble,
under his care
Leaving her hanging,
putter around
Dancing suspended,
freedom unfound
Shaving kit
bringing, he’s sitting down
Pubic hair snipping,
the dirty hound
Straight razor
scraping, leaving her nude
The cooze rope
crushing, setting the mood
Tickle clit teasing,
never a prude
Hung up so horny,
Masterful dude
Slapping her bottom,
get to his feet
Spanking her titties,
defeat complete
Her body hugging,
gag muffled bleat
Hoisting her ankles,
a special treat
Hung up for fucking,
folded in two
The cooze rope
loosened, for something new
His cock comes
worming, and pushing through
Her vulva
stretching, tight as a shoe
Fucking her slowly,
sensuous dance
Hands on her
bobbies, given no chance
Spearing her center,
his meaty lance
Subbie space
floating, passionate trance
Pain/pleasure
tripping, onrushing lust
Helpless and
kicking, ready to bust
Flying united,
tasting of rust
The basement
reeking, smelling of must
Humping and
thrusting, driving it in
Pussy lips gripping,
knowing no sin
Nipple pinch
gripping, score it a win
Semen comes
spurting, planted within
Then when its over,
left here to hang
Tippy toe dancing,
ready to bang
Phoning his buddies,
calling his gang
Three for one
special, the whole shebang
Co-ed returning,
just before dawn
The campus empty,
left on the lawn
Still in her
bondage, her captors gone
The cops discover,
they done her wrong