Lurker
by Peter Loaf
Consciousness coming, head in a sack
Ankle thigh bondage, arms tied in back
My eyes won’t open
In panic gropin’
Hopeless and naked, panic attack
Kicking and flopping, tape muffled screams
Held in tight bondage, the stuff of dreams
Id monsters lurking
Captive berserking
Sex slaver taking, consciousness streams
Rough rope restraining, panting defeat
Hogtied and helpless, a piece of meat
The still air stirring
A kitty purring
Licking my pussy, smelling so sweet
Licky-clit raspy, wiggle away
Cat clawing bottom, my feet of clay
Sweet juices spurting
When-ever hurting
Pain whore by nature, sexy display
Squeaking of hinges, sweat cooling air
Footsteps approaching, gripping my hair
Hoisted up slowly
Hair in a pulley
Settled on kneecaps, the Lurkers lair
His head cheese stinking, circuits blowing
Seven way traction, nowhere going
Nipple suck biting
No way of fighting
Kneeling on table, passion showing
The final binding, spreading my thighs
Hard nipples taping, same as my eyes
The hinges squeaking
The shelter seeking
My wishbone splitting, tape muffled cries
The Lurker famous, cleaning the streets
An export market, selling sweet treats
Some demand broken
Docks of Hoboken
Warehouse deserted, new Master meets
Awash in sexy, footsteps approach
The cat removing, my slaver coach
His lessons learning
My bridges burning
A slave becoming, beyond reproach
