
The Damsel Awakes (M/F)
Her eyes drift open
Her eyelids so heavy
Last thing she remembers
Is a scent unlike any
So softly she moans
The sound, oh so sweet
But what's this, she wonders
'Round her hands and her feet?
The panic is instant
My God, it's rope!
Can she work herself free?
Is this some kind of joke?
Her sweet moans continue
But that's all she can do
With horror she feels it
"They taped my mouth too?!"
The seat of the chair
Is so hard on her cheeks
How long has she been here?
A day? A week?
She cries out for aid
She knows will not come
Her sobs are gut-wrenching
Her heart beats like a drum
She clenches her hands
Her wrists twist and turn
The ropes respond only
With an infuriating burn
The tape sticks like glue
So silver it shines
With her mouth covered so
Beauty gleams in her eyes
She stops as she hears it
The clang of the door
The echo of footsteps
On the cold concrete floor...
"Good evening my beauty"
He smiles at his prey
Admiring his loveliest
Catch of the day
She shies from his touch
Her body is not his!
But with bondage this tight
How can she resist?
He claims her with his hands
Her skin is so smooth
She sobs as across her chest
His invasive hands move
How dare he defile her!
Yet what can she do?
She sobs as he violates
Her womanhood too
She struggles and writhes
She moans and she strains
Yet it offers no reward
Save humiliation and pain