by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of Thorn
- do not use without the author's permission.
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The nervous virgin, crossing the quad Dressed in tight sweater, in high heels shod My camel-toe pants A new kind of trance Life changing moment, forward I plod Failing in English, going to see Professor’s study, making my plea “Come to my parlor” “Put on my collar” “Good grades I promise, just pay my fee” Blushing and gushing, heard the whispers Professor Pervert, the Dean’s listers “My door’s always open!” “Grade pressure copin’” Trading my favors, bottom blisters Sore bottom rumors, standing a week Never been bedded, sneaking a peek His trousers tented Pheromones scented Flip-flopping tummy, my yellow streak His parlor hidden, a secret door “Your costume darling, and nothing more” The blood comes rushing My nipples blushing “Two days in harness, my serving whore!” Long sleeves that cover, straps that buckle Arms high and useless, pausing to suckle Straight jacket leather Head in the heather Pressing intentions, throaty chuckle “But first a caning, scream when you can” Whistle stick biting, dastardly plan Zebra stripe welting His robe un-belting Virgin slit dripping, first ever man “Up on the mattress, sit on your heels!” “Titties so bouncy, needing some weals” Whistle stick hitting No sign of quitting Subbie space finding, he comes and feels His robe discarded, coming to touch My body burning, Christ on a crutch Passion storm raging Rocket ship staging High wide and helpless, hurting so much Whistle the bippy, taking command “Come sit my saddle.” Husky demand “Sir I’m a virgin!” Subbie-lust surgin’ Fat fingers questing, filling his hand “That’s most surprising, one of the few” Hymen head ripping, screaming on cue “A thing of your past” “Your vistas now vast” “Come here my darling, so tight and new” Virgin’s first fucking, helpless and wet The bippy kissing, whole body sweat Riding his pony High hard and bony Wet dreams reliving, and better yet Love muscle gripping, like an old pro Passion storm raging, letting it grow Humping and pumping Batteries jumping Virgin’s first fucking, hoeing my row Professor pervert, hairy and old Virgin’s first lover, taking a hold “Your body is mine” “So firm and so fine” “That jacket is worth, it’s weight in gold” Riding the ripper, never escape Knew what I’m doing, not really rape Virgin’s first Master Not a disaster High hot and horny, video tape Camera in book bag, hung on the hook Headlines I’m planning, “Liberties Took!” Pervert Professor The evil lecher Having the hammer, closing the book Beaten and buggered, night in a bind The camera filming, hidden in blind Orgasms training Pleasure mixed paining Cock in my pooper, welted behind Hot ashes dropping, burning my back Puka pump gagging, leaving no slack Virgin’s first fucking Professor’s trucking Viagra taken, endless attack Spread eagle helpless, ass in the air Fanny slap spanking, my rosy pair Sphincter grip sliding Roughly he’s riding My hipbones creaking, I nearly tear Libido rising, passion storm brews Rising crescendo, nothing to choose Pussy proud captive Proving adaptive Gag garbled pleading, lighting my fuse Thunder-fuck pumping, gripping so tight Professor pervert, up half the night Camera recording Secret I’m hording Plotting his ruin, my helpless plight A break he’s taking, catching my breath Nipples he twiddles, hurting like death Pussy lips tickle Girl in a pickle Welted rump spanking, snorting some meth “You’re getting Dean’s List, top of your class” Spearing my pussy, giving the gas High wide and fetching Pussy lips stretching Back in the saddle, giving no sass Back in the jacket, put into bed The camera hidden, light flashing red? Batteries dying? My chances flying. Keep him distracted, else I am dead Lying together, after the show “Your face betraying, just have to know” “Search you I should!” “You’re up to no good!” Camera discovered, smiling psycho “Its not broadcasting? It’s just this tape?” Still in my harness, need to escape “You’ve been so naughty” “And now you’re caughty” “Trapped in my study, ready for rape” “Cannot release you, need a new plan” “Ponygirl training, sold in Sudan” “My place in Surry” “Now what’s your hurry?” “You know I’ll never, trust you again” “The Missing Co-ed, breathless newscast” “Tomorrow a murder, story won’t last” “Ponygirl training” “Riches obtaining” “Sabbatical taking, my vistas vast” The trunk is smelly, the road is long Punishment harness, vibrating dong Harnessed and bridled Property titled Pony Girl training, somewhere in Maine The car is turning, dusty dirt road Ten miles later, our progress slowed The engine dying Sobbing and crying Pony Farm Package, my row un-hoed Ma and Pa Kettle, waiting to meet Professor pervert, captive complete Farm in the boonies And loony toonies Naked and taken, a toothsome treat “Steady there filly.” My nipple pinched Dragged out in sunlight, to railing hitched Pain pleasure lessons Pony girl sessions High hot and helpless, brutally switched Professor pervert, down on his farm Hoof-boots and hobbles, part of the charm “Pony girl Molly” “Meet our new Dolly” “Matched pair in harness, does me no harm” “Dolly and Molly, pony girl twins” “Doubles demanded, double again” “Two weeks of training” “It’s useless straining” “Bondage well tested, staying within” To showers taken, it’s tough to walk Bridle bits chewing, can’t even talk Pony girls cleaning The most demeaning Soapy and sudsy, watched like a hawk Back in my jacket, binding my legs Fed through a funnel, not steak and eggs Two ponies serviced The saints preserve us Molly and Dolly, tasting the dregs Bound with my ankles, tight to my thighs Flopping fish helpless, I cannot rise Pussy lips parting Spanked bottom smarting Held in his stable, bit garbled cries Molly stands tethered, watching the show Harnessed and hobbled, pussy juice flow Down on the tiles Pumping my piles Professor pig heaven, man on the go Bound in tight training, subbie space found Virgin blood staining, his pussy hound In come the Kettles Armed with fresh nettles Molly’s tits whipping, dancing around Ma and Pa Kettle, dragging away Pony girl harnessed, one horsed shay Left with my Master Fucking me faster “Pony girl lessons, starting today” Flopping not stopping, fresh fucked and sore Fat fucker topping, his newest whore Cherry red blushing Pussy juice gushing Titties he’s gripping, and grunting “MORE!” “Ready and waiting.” Call from outside Pa Kettle coming, “You want to ride?” “Molly’s here waiting” “Proud of her gaiting” “Training her daily, high stepping stride” Slipping my gripping, shining and wet Leaving me needing, the perfect pet Pony tail stuffing Huffing and puffing Big greasy butt plug, game match and set Stretching my sphincter, hurting so much Filling my colon, asshole to clutch “Pony tail training” “Quit your complaining” “Slave girl too mouthy, the rabbit hutch” Hoof boots re-tying, “Teach you to trot” “One mile oval, here on the lot” “You follow today” “Beside the shay” “Molly’s form perfect, her trotting hot” “Quicker you’re learning, sooner you leave” “Sudanese market, only reprieve” “African bidders” “Big hunky kidders” “Pony girl racing? Better believe” Molly stands harnessed, out in the sun Sitting behind her, eye on her bum Trotting horse whipping Bottom flesh stripping Professor pervert, having his fun High stepping harlots, learning dressage Snappy crack welting, painful collage Dildo high powered Pussy deflowered Pony prick standing, senses barrage Stump breaking session, there on the track Bent and presenting, penis attack Buggered young Molly “Watching this Dolly?” Her reins in his fist, drawing her back High hard and thrusting, spearing her butt Welted rump hurting, well beaten mutt Kicking and screaming Like my wet dreaming Pussy juice frothing, ready to rut My wet dreams scary, princess in peril Nightmares remembered, over a barrel My secret well hidden Want what’s forbidden A Master worthy, a Master feral Professor perfect, filling my bill His fat ass driving, her colon fill Tethered and ready Heartbeats unsteady Hoping for pope-ing, wanting the thrill Virgin’s first mating, dirty old man Subbie space living, peter my pan Land never never Fucking forever Two weeks of training, too short a span Molly cums humping, screaming in lust Master grunts curses, his pony trussed Hot jizzum leaking Her passion peaking Consciousness passing, down in the dust Pulling my partner, hitched in her place Molly’s head lolling, smile on her face Master’s whip whistles Fist full of thistles Pecker soft swinging, end of the chase Night in the stables, licking our welts Licking our clitties, bound by his belts Two mated ponies Hoping for bonies Pony girls wearing, our welted pelts Our nights in bondage, always a pair Soothing stuff rubbing, learning to care Together we feed Our lesbian need Pony girls passion, his secret lair Ma Kettle spying, the boss telling Professor chuckles, nipple belling “Lesbians? Hark it!” “Ready for market!” Naked in harness, pussies swelling Next to last session, the two horse cart Hardbound and helpless, limber whip art Running for cover Dolly and lover Nipple bells jingle, doing their part Ponies trained tandem, three times the dough Bottom cheeks welting, bidders to know “Whip trained and ready” “Warming your beddy” Slave sluts and ponies, fat ass in tow Snappy crack running, never escape Pulling in tandem, stopping for rape Hard hearted Master Faster and faster Subbie lust gushing, pussies agape “Monday the crating, shipped over seas” “Put up for auction, you’re bound to please” “African owners” “The big black boners” “Pussy proud ponies, no more you’ll tease” Cracking whip gallop, hoof booted kick Pulling him smoothly, the hardest trick Lunging I stumble Taking a tumble Two ponies tangled, “Better be quick” Working together, regain our feet Pulling old fat ass, subbies compete His whip my ruler Pain passion schooler Pony girl training, subbies complete Morning more training, turning a mill Pussy split tying, my Master’s will Clopity clipping My Master whipping Grinding up dinner, mushy corn swill While I am working, telling the tale Time under torture, thrown into jail Viet Cong major The tiger cager “Two years a captive, whipping my tail” “Rescue comes riding, valkyrie’s song” “The choppers rocket, the Viet Cong” “Tiger cage broken” “Confusion cloaking” “Hostage escaping, captive too long” Professor Pervert, history’s repeat Whistle stick training, captive complete Butt plugged and battered Hymen head tattered Turning the millstone, something to eat During the breathers, ring gag in place His organ recovered, getting a taste Tonsil fuck gasping My hair he’s grasping Gripping my bridle, fucking my face The mill I power, under his care Chopper in distance, searching this lair Molly with Kettle Testing her mettle Caught in the open, stump breaking mare Gunshots and cursing, flash-bangs and fire The fat man running, too soon he’ll tire Cop undercover And bondage lover Professor Pervert, funeral pyre Back-up distracted, missing the clue Power-pack camera, was fresh and new Losing the signal Crunching a Pringle Audio taping, Surry farms few |
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