The Dungeon

A large oak door opens wide,
no light to see bar candlelight,
the dank and musty odour,
meanders to the senses,
a shiver down the spine
the hot spot wet and throbbing,
a push from behind, tumbling forward
the sprawling body on the floor.
Eyes wide and frightened,
taking in the sights and smells,
distinctive odours permeate the nose,
mixed with dampness the subtle smell
of human bodies having wriggled and writhed
upon the hanging chains.
The aroma of male and female,
so pungent in the air,
what stories could this dungeon tell?
If you listen carefully,
the shrieks and screams can be heard,
the gentle moaning of pleasure,
the cry of sheer desire!

The oak door opens slowly,
a shaft of light falling across the body on the floor,
footsteps going forward, a hand reaching out.
The heart and mind racing, the strong male smell,
a blind fold placed across the eyes,
a hand twisting in the hair,
pulled to the knees by the hand,
a whispered “ouch” from the lips,
the head pulled back as lips force down,
the tongue probes the mouth,
sinking deep into the throat,
the male smell so strong almost evil,
a wicked sneer can be heard,
the body trembling with anticipation,
a rattle of the chains as they pull down to the waiting body,
clipping, snapping sound as cuffs and chains interlink,
the weight of the body getting heavy,
as the chains ride up into the ceiling
carrying the body with it.
just the toes are touching the ground,
so hard to stand proud!

“Please, please” the voice rings out,
wicked laughter fills the room,
shivers down the spine as fingers
stroke the buttocks
a tongue upon the breast,
suckling the nipple as a hungry child,
fingers invading the wet and warm crevice,
cruel intrusion causing pain,
yet desire is a wanton game.
The sound of a cracking whip in the air,
makes the mind scream with despair,
the feel of the sting on the skin,
a sharp intake of breath to hold the shriek,
the pain so bad melting the mind,
more pain lands across the body,
the brain going into space,
turning pain to pleasure,
the heat and wetness between the legs,
lure the male to possess the body,
that moans with his intrusion!

With the body having been taken,
how long will it be?
before the mind submits,
the soul takes longer,
but rest assured the devil will have his way
for now we will rest,
the body is lowered and caught
as it crumples to the ground,
a tear is lifted off the face,
as the male makes his embrace.
The blindfold removed,
making the eyes flutter,
the searching look into the soul,
the despair that looks back,
a whispered “thank you” rolls around the room,
the deepest sigh escapes the body,
tender hands caress the face,
a smile breaking the tension.
“Thank you little one”
“Without you I am nothing”
his arms enfolding around the body!