The Salesman

It starts with easy, carefree accusations
Something about being far too liberal
A quick mention of a pinko education
Your curiosity is piqued as you notice I don’t defend myself
against these accusations
Your well-ingrained sense of duty stirred
Seizing you with force
You smile at me
Smirk and chuckle as I make my sorry attempts to catch your eye
You come a little closer
fooling me into thinking that I’ve sparked your interest
You ask for my trust
I give it eagerly for the pussy purrs as you growl into my ear
You remove your tie and wrap it around my head
depriving me of sight
I feel your warm rough hand slide into mine
Pulling me gently but with underlying force
I allow you to lead me in my weak state
Where you’re taking me, I haven’t a clue
I shiver with anticipation imagining all of my yearnings being fulfilled
You stop and I feel your hands slide around my hips
You gently push me up onto a rough mattress
I feel no blankets, no pillows
Just the feel of seams lightly scratching my behind
I reach up to remove my blindfold
And you clutch my hands with power
growling “no, not yet”
I readily obey as your growl creeps down my spine
You slide your hands up under my shirt
Lifting it off of me as you run your coarse hands over the soft skin underneath
My nipples erect, my skin tingling with fire
I yearn for you to take advantage of what sits before you
I feel you climb up on the barren mattress behind me
You slide me up to the headboard
I graze the cold, crafted iron with my groping fingertips
I feel you climb up on top of me
One knee on each side
One hand around one wrist as you tie it to the bedpost
With what feels like another of your neck ties
You do the same with the other as I struggle against your weight
Suddenly filled with fear as I remember
your training and my stand on the issues
Though paranoia drowns my brain
My body still craves your embrace
For even now as I feel you slide down me and exit the bed
My young nectar spills forth from my pink, swollen lips
My thighs ache for the feel of your hips trapped within
The blindfold still in its place, I have no clue where you’ve gone
I fear you’ve left me here to drown in my own desire
And suddenly the sound of heavy boots pounding against the wooden floor
enters my ears
“you need to learn you little sweet thing”
I hear you growl in my direction
“that this silly rebellion is fruitless and a waste of everyone’s time”
my fear surges forth as I utter “what rebellion do you speak of?”
Suddenly your weight is on the bed
You rip off my skirt and dig your fingers into my thigh
as you pull me onto my side, revealing my unprotected behind
I feel the lash of your whip
a fine cat-o-nine-tails
I yelp out in pain while my nectar surges forth
Terrified yet titillated by this unexpected punishment
“don’t play dumb with me you communist whore
I watch every move that you make
I listen to every breath that you take
I catch every illusion you shake
You will learn to reclaim every single one
face them, embrace them, believe every one
Where’s you denial? Where’s your objection?”
You ask me for I have yet to breathe a word
I respond with the only thing I can
“I have no denial, I have no objection
Your fanatic fascism can’t possibly keep up
under such impossible strain
Look even now you bow to a new world king
and weep as dots on a blank screen
determine your fate for better or worse
I pity your kind in its loop of denial
Clinging to such ludicrous fantasies
while your structures are ablaze around you
Deny that I know better than to live with such illusions?
To believe that this life is really forever?
That in a few years time any of this will even matter?
To believe that the point to this life is to search out a way
to perish ‘heroically’ so that I may live in foolish men’s memories
who never dared touch their lips to reality?
I wouldn’t dare.
Punish me, spit on me, pitch all the labels at me you’ve got
For my fear has subsided and I know that I’m right”
Empowered by my verbal stand I almost forget my weakened position
You remind me with another lash against my behind
I feel the burn of my young tender flesh
You slide your fingers into my hair
Grab it and pull just enough so I feel the burn of my scalp
You lower yourself to my side and whisper in my ear
“You foolish little girl
It’s quite a shame that you should waste such a brain
on fairy tales of good-natured humans
We are but animals here
But we are the kings of the jungle and we wear our crowns well
Why forsake the high position you were born into?
What point could their possibly be?
Why not embrace the comfort that was given to you?
Rejoice in trivial pursuits
Live with an empty love by your side
Die with a pointless song on your lips
Remember things not as they are
But as we recreate them to be
Why do you trash all our hard work?
It hurts me that you spit on my creativity”
My hatred is multiplied as you vie for my pity
As you admit the existence of such illusions
and yet you yearn for me to embrace them
But as your chill is whispered into my ear with heated breath I ask
“How can you live this way?
Don’t you ever feel bad?
Guilty, ashamed?
You must feel something for why would you bother trying to save me?
Or stop me?
Or both?”
As I ask you these questions, your touch becomes softer
You caress my small, cozy breasts
I feel as though the heat of my skin will set this mattress ablaze
You touch your lips to my throat as I grit my teeth against the spasms of desire
that currently grip my body
The deep, incessant longing for you still inside me
You slide one hand down my stomach and reach between my thighs
to feel the warm, sticky nectar that betrays my twisted reaction
to your viscous abuse
My body relaxes as you slide your hips between my thighs
I feel your weight on top of me, holding me down
Your sweet kisses that cover neck, shoulders, and tits
Your hardened cock teasing me through your pants
You whisper to me
“your rebellion is but a youthful transgression
nobody like you can last
you’ll grow bitter and disenchanted
and will accept the world as it is
and you will forget all the fine points you have made”
My curiosity piqued I ask you
“why do you say these things with such sadness in your voice
for isn’t your purpose to drive me to the very end you just described?”
I hear the sweet sound of the unzipping of your pants
You enter me slowly, all the way inside of me
I feel the walls of my pussy spreading to accommodate you, welcoming you
My heart pounds erratically as I feel the renewed energy of each willful thrust
I scream out your name and beg for more
As each orgasm seizes me and quakes me to the core
Eventually I feel your warm current of cum flood my insides
You collapse on top of me and I feel your tears run down the side of my face
As my pleasure ebbs I ask why the fascist cries
“I am not evil, just uninspired
they know that I’ve abandoned my post and they will come shortly to retrain me
I want you to know in this moment that my heart is flooded
with such powerful love for you
That will soon disappear and I’ll remember you as the one that couldn’t be saved
they will be sure that it is I that will set you on fire and enjoy the pain in your screams
Another silly little rebel destroyed for not understanding the ways of the world”
I ask who are “they”
You laugh with abandon as you whisper
“you were right all along”
Suddenly I hear the door being broken in
You are pulled off me by powerful arms
I scream out your name and am frustrated by my lack of sight

Now everything is cold and quiet
The darkness of the blindfold still envelopes me
I slip into an aggravated sleep

The next thing I know the heat of my skin wakes me from sleep
My eyes snap open and they drink in the light
Here I am tied to my crucifix out where everyone can see the example
of the little rebel that couldn’t be saved
I look down at my feet where I feel all this heat
And there you stand in your military garb with a grim look on your face
and a torch in your hand
As the fire devours me, I utter not a sound
For I know that is what they are longing to hear
But before I lose consciousness, I catch your eye
And I see a slight flicker of my lover still in you
As the darkness envelopes me
I smile at this victory
And embrace this end.