An authoress followed by many
She wrote naughty tales
Of bondage and flails
Attracting attention from Kenny.
Now Kenny was not very nice
A criminal, riddled with vice
He liked what he saw
But wanted much more
And planned her kidnap in a trice.
He took her by total surprise
His hand on her mouth stifling cries
He tied her up tight
And hid her from sight
And then drove away with his prize.
He went to his place by the sea
To carry out sick devilry
Whilst tied to a chair
He stripped Jenny bare
And said “you must satisfy me.”
“You must release me or I’ll scream!”
“Please do, because that is my dream
Your desperate cries
And tears in your eyes
Will definitely make me cream!”
“You bastard! You can’t keep me here!”
“I can though, believe me, my dear
You’ll never escape
From torture and rape
You’ll live from now on in dread fear!”
So Jenny, tormented, was whipped
Her delicate skin bruised and ripped
She screamed herself hoarse
But he kept his course
And beat her until her blood dripped.
When done he tied her to the bed
“You’d better be nice, now” he said
His trousers went south
His cock in her mouth
“One bite now, my dear, and you’re dead!”
She swallowed his cum with disgust
And watched as he coated her bust
He fucked her so rough
In her bum and chuff
There seemed no escape from his lust.
He forced her to act like a whore
Demanding that she give him more
From sex every way
To kinky role-play
He fucked her till she was red-raw.
One sex game that he loved to play
Had her strapped in bondage all day
With bridle and bit
And straps tightly fit
A Ponygirl she had to stay.
While riding the buggy she towed
He whipped her till tears freely flowed
Hooves on cobbles clang
And nipple bells rang
As she galloped on down the road.
This story must end but you see
You don’t have to worry ‘bout me
I know I’m mistreated
But please don’t feel cheated
This is, of course, just fantasy
