“The fight between her, her husband and the invader did not last long
Now they were prisoners of this foul place, dragged away from their home,
“Her whimpered whines echoed weakly throughout the room
As she stared at her dead husband anally impaled by a broken broom,
“A tube now down her throat, causes her to choke, but she remains alive
Bent over waiting in dread of being violated between open thighs,
“Ropes immobilizing her arms and neck stretched into darkness
As she kneeled in piss while hearing anguished screams in the distance,
“Light instantly shines then disappears
From a squeaking metal closing door that amplifies her fear,
“Gushy footsteps could be heard that stop next to her head
While the word ‘unclean’ was a word that was repeatedly said,
“A switch was activated creating a clanking sound
As semi-hot cum flowed through the tube working its way down,
“Her attempted swallowing started uncontrollable convulsions
While he lubricated her pussy with heating massage lotion,
“He shut off the vat when she became nine months swole
And cum was oozing from her ass, mouth and bloody nose,
“On his dick he begins to secure a curved jagged blade
That was anointed with her husband’s feces and green glowing sage,
“A hard slap on her bruised ass caused her to moan
While the cum that creamed her asshole begin to foam,
“Dirty cold hands spread her ass cheeks wide
Creating an unhindered path for his bladed dick to go inside,
“Slow by uncomfortable slow inch she was being ripped
Until the pain became unbearable and she begin to shit,
“With every increasing stroke he repeated the word ‘unclean’
As she continued to defecate and choked out a scream,
“With each withdrawal his bladed dick was covered in bloody flesh
While she cried and, in her heart, prayed for a quick death,
“But death would not come as she was tortured day after endless day
As pieces of her pussy and sanity was fucked away”.
We read tis offsite and had to sign in to comment. This is The Halloween Casket, tight
Just a little bed time story for those with a twisted frame of mind so they can rest comfortably. Lol
This is one mutherfucker of a poem. Christ! Nice to see you again Casketsharpe. John Zig did the cover art that you chose here for this poem. He’s done album covers for many brutal death metal acts. This one is from Diminished’s final album called Regurgitating Rotten Semen. Great album!
I’m going to have to listen to it. When I saw this picture a poem of sick evil just flowed from my head. I will have to thank him.
Oh man, death would not take her?? Nice series
It will slowly over take her piece by painful piece.
Holy F…
It’s my own fault for not stopping. No sleep for me tonight.
It will come to you or cum to you. Lol.
Hmmm