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THE TABLE
The blindfold removed, I could now see
You bound my wrists together, I'd struggle, but would never be free.
The belt used was brown, with a light leather braid
The coffetable I was tied to Completely vulnerable and afraid.
Arms tied above my head, Tears sstreaming down my face
Explained you'd make it simple to rid of me without a trace.
You whispered in my ear, Your hot breath I can feel.
Slowly for the camera, My clothes were slowly peeled.
Begging for you to stop, you were laughing at my cires.
I felt you push forward, and stand between my thighs.
A knock at the door, I hear their voices talking
Front door closes and locks, heavy boots come walking
I see a black shirt, Armed with a shield.
Holding his hat in hand, An ugly plan was sure to yield
He Walked closer toward me, I pleaded for help.
He yelled at them violently, then whipped me with the belt.
I screamed and I cried, He just wouldn't stop
Welting and bleeding, beingbeaten by a cop.
They laughed and they snickered, at my worst expense.
They poked and they prodded, I had no defense.
Forcing dispicalbe things, He hovered my face.
To force my mouth to assist in my own disgusting disgrace.
he caled me a slut, He called me a whore.
My legs pulled apart, He told me I wanted more.
Secured and in place, straps secured on each leg.
Spread bar assembled, For mercy I beg.
No gentleness extended, no mercy is given.
My legs pushed up high
Clock reads quarter to Eleven.
Bar pushed to my chest, Arms tied above my head
Can barely breath at all, They decide to flip me instead.
Stomach on the table, Knees spread on the floor
Wrists tied together, couldn't fight anymore.
Seanna
The blindfold removed, I could now see
You bound my wrists together, I'd struggle, but would never be free.
The belt used was brown, with a light leather braid
The coffetable I was tied to Completely vulnerable and afraid.
Arms tied above my head, Tears sstreaming down my face
Explained you'd make it simple to rid of me without a trace.
You whispered in my ear, Your hot breath I can feel.
Slowly for the camera, My clothes were slowly peeled.
Begging for you to stop, you were laughing at my cires.
I felt you push forward, and stand between my thighs.
A knock at the door, I hear their voices talking
Front door closes and locks, heavy boots come walking
I see a black shirt, Armed with a shield.
Holding his hat in hand, An ugly plan was sure to yield
He Walked closer toward me, I pleaded for help.
He yelled at them violently, then whipped me with the belt.
I screamed and I cried, He just wouldn't stop
Welting and bleeding, beingbeaten by a cop.
They laughed and they snickered, at my worst expense.
They poked and they prodded, I had no defense.
Forcing dispicalbe things, He hovered my face.
To force my mouth to assist in my own disgusting disgrace.
he caled me a slut, He called me a whore.
My legs pulled apart, He told me I wanted more.
Secured and in place, straps secured on each leg.
Spread bar assembled, For mercy I beg.
No gentleness extended, no mercy is given.
My legs pushed up high
Clock reads quarter to Eleven.
Bar pushed to my chest, Arms tied above my head
Can barely breath at all, They decide to flip me instead.
Stomach on the table, Knees spread on the floor
Wrists tied together, couldn't fight anymore.
Seanna
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