Theory of the Damned Ch. 02

Theory of the Damned pt 2

2/17/2011 1:59 AM

Note To My Readers-
I'd like to say here that my poems are not meant to be understood from a mind that is not open. The first Theory of the Damned confused readers, and this is because they didn't read it for what it was. Don't try to figure the poem out until you really picture what's going on. This part will help you further understand my way of writing, overall my style is mixed so you have too think with a creative mind. I don't always use old English nor do I always use modern English. To mix ideas is to question the mind.

You lie there with tears dripping from your face. And how wonderful you look, in your helplessness.
You look at me with wonder and question.
I comb your hair because it is messy and tangled.
I clean you up with a wet rag cleaning the cum off of you.
I take you into the shower, and I explain that from now on instead of being a hooker dressed in modern gothic clothes, you will be my slave.
Your deep blue eyes widen with fear at what you don't understand.
I put my hand over your mouth and tell you to shut up.
Then I wash your hair.
Still you can't move, by now you would of tried to run away after I undid the shackles on your wrists and ankles.
However you seemed to afraid at what I mite do.
I now put a collar on you and lock it in place, order you to get dressed in your clothes that I had taken off you and walk out the room.
You after getting dressed ask me what's going on.
I tell you I have saved you from the streets and I a demon will take care of you, a vampire like demon that saw a hooker.
Now your new life begins.

You wake the next morning and I come in with a plate of fried eggs and coffee.
You look at me with confused eyes.
You are shackled to the bed by your wrists.
I had led you to the bedroom last night raping you once more, you passed out and feel into a deep sleep.
You ask me why I chose you out of all the hookers.
I answered that you were the only one with a soul worth saving, I saw the potential.
Then taking the plate you asked once more why.
I grin and explain that you don't wear black, or dress in gothic slut clothes because you like the style. You actually feel damned and so am I.

After you are done with your food I take the plate and put it on the dresser.
I undo your black dress once more but I don't touch you.
You ask looking still confused at me "What do you want from me?"
I look at you with calm and focused eyes "To serve me. To be my slave. I am now your master. I for the longest have searched for a woman for the slave roll in my lonely demon lair.?
Then you look at me then ask if you can use the rest room. I let you go and oddly enough that's all you wanted.
I half expected you to run. Somehow you just submit.
I look at you come out the door and ask you "Why don't you run?"
You answer back "Because what you say is correct I feel like I don't belong but I had no intention of being a slave, but if it get's me off the fucking street. Off the men who treat me badly after a hundred a night. Off the constant nights I can't stand because I'm so hungry and have no money, well I'd rather take this. I'm probably odd to you most would run but I've seen and done to much to care. If this is what changes my life for the better so let it be."

I laugh and laugh my ass off at this remark. In fact I find it very interesting.
"So you aren't going to run? I like that for a change but it will be boring. The fighting chase is fun for me but I grow tired of them escaping."
You look at me with some defiance "I won't call you master until you make me, I won't just lie down and I'll make it plenty of fun."
You and I look at each other a good while.
"Yes this will be fun." I walk over and drag you by your hair back to the bed.
As you thrash and scream and kick I hold you down and start to tear at your dress.
"I'm going to take you differently now the way I've wanted to for a while."
You scream no. I knew I'd still have to train you.
All you declaired was your acceptance into this new life.
You never said you'd take it all and not fight.
But of course I'd be bored if you just did that.
I rip off your bra and panties.
I kiss your neck, your breasts and your hips.
You let out soft low moans and try to stop yourself but you can't.
I slide my hard cok into your tight hot pussy and start to go hard.
You scream no but really you are thinking yes.
You try to resist but it seems futile as you cum all over my hard cock.
I keep thrusting all the harder.
I keep going until I cum again and again.
It's been a good two and a half hours and I fall asleep with you in my bed.

Good night my Shadow Servant.