B & D

Whips and chains she wields quite well,
this woman from the pits of hell.
Her brain will pound her chest will swell,
as she begins her tale to tell.

Woe is he that dare defy,
this lustful harlots evil eye"
Few men did and all will try,
but rest assured they all will die.

She tells of how she wins their hearts,
then stabs them with her poison darts.
She whips their backs to look like charts,
then rips at their most vital parts.

The bloody bodies lashed to walls,
blood still dripping from torn balls.
Their ravaged screams echo down the halls,
as the cry for "help" on deaf ear falls.

But one among them gone quite mad,
who's cut and bleeding very bad.
Has vowed his vengeance that he's had,
to kill this witch in leather clad!

He broke the bonds that held him tight,
with violent rage, a ferocious sight!
As he lunged her eyes showed fright,
He bashed her head with vicious might!

He ripped from her the leather thin,
along with it he tore some skin.
He rammed his steed so deep within,
he filled the void where the hymen had been.

She screamed and clawed and fought her way,
but mounted in her he did stay.
"Your time has come, it's here today"!
He spoke the words and drove away!

The blood poured from her bludgeoned bush,
as his cruel fingers spread her tush.
His manhood felt her orgasmic whoosh,
as she collapsed with a sudden push.

His rod kept up the violent pace,
as if it were an endurance race.
Then he retrieved his bloody mace,
and shot her in her battered face!

She lay spread-eagle on the floor,
then he jumped her head and rode some more.
Now having even upped the score,
he left the dying vicious whore.

But as he did he turned to see,
the payment made for pleasure free.
Remains of those who jumped with glee,
thinking, "She wants sex with me."