Posted by Ripper X on May 13, 2000 at 02:10:59:
Dearly Debaucher
By: Ripper X
Maybe it was her.
Maybe it was him.
He only knew that he had to capture her.
To commit much harm unto her physical existence.
He chases her down, as if she were nothing but food,
The never-ending story of the wolf and the deer.
To consume her femininity within the comfort of his own domain,
The primal forests, his labyrinth of fear.
Yet a pleasure that burns with a pleasure
Unlike any other attempted to be obtained.
The prey runs,
Screaming of rebellion.
Yet her thoughts boast of submission,
Her secret desire,
Her capture,
To be stripped of her control,
To submit fully unto the masculine forms of punishment
Derived from the solitary will of her stalker.
To be captured.
And to be raped in too many ways to see with even enlightened eyes.
His lust
Black as raven down,
Her fear
As real as death.
She silently prays that her cries are heard only by him,
Her squeals of terror arousing him to a plane beyond that of desire.
He would truly desecrate her
In ways that before were of only passing daydreams.
Of grizzly violence and the ultimate sex that was before,
Only known to the abominations,
Vicious and of true sin.
The demons of ecstasy manipulate their minds
As he bites hard and deeply into her straining flesh,
Without the use of his teeth,
But something much harder,
And cruder.
They experience suffering that they could not dare to indulge into
Together.
He truly fucks her,
She begs for mercy,
But his hunger will not allow him to stop as his stiffness
Continues to feed in a fury of that none had truly witnessed.
As he had given fully to the beast within.
He consumes her,
He hurts her,
He rapes her.
He appeases her secret desires to be of hunted meat.
He leaves her gasping for breath.
Her bare chest heaving,
Her mind and body exhausted,
But satisfied.