by Peter Loaf
They call him Geppetto, toy maker shop
I’m undercover, tourist from Rome
Stripping to undies, hiding inside
Helpless condition, half naked too
Sitting position, arms under knees
Ripped away panties, thumb in my bum
The magic holding, libido freed
His time he’s taking, blessings of age
Locked up and loaded, hoisted and stacked
Helpless in irons, crew taking turns
The rough field landing, back in our trunks
Blinding light cringing, cop in a case
“Who is our owner, what does he do?”
Night in a dungeon, head in a sack
The shackles render, I cannot fight
Come dawn we’re resting, out by the pool .
Inventions quite clever, they whir and hop
Heard a dark story
Girls in a lorry
White Slaver agent, mission to stop
“Toys for my nephews, taking them home”
His hand touching mine
I’m losing my mind
Submission given, to cellar shown
My mind controlling, free will denied
Damp and dark cellar
Greasy slave seller
Sat down and shackled, ready to ride
My subbie rising, it’s something new
Deeply repressing
And never guessing
This need within me, never a clue
Six trunks sit ready, gag muffled pleas
One trunk sits waiting
But first a mating
Flipped over captive, I’m bound to please
Old man Geppetto, getting him some
Hung like a hero
Smells like a gyro
Slave girl in service, smelling of chum
His pleasures fill me, feeding my need
The blanket biting
Helplessly fighting
Mission accomplished, needing his seed
His phallus sliding, crafty and sage
Geppetto in charge
His phallus so large
Gasping in passion, girl in a cage
Helpless and naked, my goods are packed
The traffic noises
And foreign voices
Roaring jet takeoff, and then attacked
The cop awakens, peeks through the ferns
My subbie hiding
They’re roughly riding
Gone is the magic, justice I yearn
Loaded in lorries, the dirty skunks
The dusty dry heat
And helpless complete
The time not passing, missing great chunks
Harem dressed handmaids, “Where is this place?”
“Off season palace”
“Just south of Dallas”
Sponge and a bucket, scrubbing my face
Cold soapy water, I would eschew
Handmaidens rubbing
Pecker tracks scrubbing
“Our Master’s magic, you’ll learn to rue”
The darkness complete, nothing but black
Naked I shiver
Frightened I quiver
Footsteps come muffled, rapist’s attack
The phallus thrusting, head feeling light
Subbie returning
Subbie lust burning
Gripping and slipping, my future bright
Geppetto’s new girl, I’ve been a fool
His magic holding
My body folding
Ass up and happy, gripping his tool
