Sinister Erotica

…and the wind whispered “if you fuck ‘em, they will come”...
  
That’s when Viktor decided to build himself a machine,  
An apparatus designed to make the women cream,  
Like a dream schemed in the mind of a deviant teen,  
He'd lure them into his lair and fuck ‘em to the extreme.  
   
Viktor spent years building the device in his basement,  
For one day it would take over as a replacement,  
But if you ask anyone, this was no easy task,  
He customized it so it would fit into his shaft.  
   
He made it look natural, complete with brakes and pads,  
Hooking up the electrodes right into his gnads,  
He built controls to be able to change length and girth,  
A fitting for each woman always making it their worth.  
   
Then he’d prowl the clubs at night and seduce the females,  
Promising them bliss with all the vivid details,  
And those who took a chance on Viktor would enjoy the ride,  
His contraption always left them very satisfied.  
   
His became a thing of legend and urban erotic lore,  
Every woman fell in love because they wanted more,  
Viktor kept improving the machine he erected,  
He'd work until his performance would be perfected.  
   
One night in his lab as Viktor tinkered with the device,  
He heard the voice again giving him the same advice,  
He looked around and couldn't see where it had came from,  
As the voice again said: “If you fuck ‘em, they will come”.  
   
Just then a loud bolt of lightning struck across the sky,  
He removed the wires quickly so he wouldn’t fry,  
But the computer registered a strange anomaly,  
Viktor became supercharged anatomically.  
   
The shaft became fully engorged and it grew quite large,  
And the voice said “MOTHERFUCKER, I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE”,  
Baffled that he didn’t know how to control his bone,  
Viktor screamed “IT’S ALIVE! It’s got a mind of its own!”.  
   
“I’M ORGASMATRON, MASTER OF CLIMAX AND ORGASM”  
As Viktor trembled with fear, he felt a strange spasm,  
“What do you want to do?” He asked almost out of breath,  
“LET’S GO FUCK SOMEONE HARD INTO A BEAUTIFUL DEATH”.  
   
And Viktor went out into the cool October nights,  
Picking up women who were curious with delight,  
But ORGASMATRON would leave women so elated,  
He’d pound them so hard until they were dehydrated.  
   
Women would scream and cream in the agony of bliss,  
Leaving Viktor unsure if it was real or just piss,  
They would pass out as ORGASMATRON would then connive,  
Escaping into the night unsure if they were left alive.  
   
And Viktor would go off and find another victim,  
Then it didn’t matter if it was a male rectum,  
ORGASMATRON took over until Viktor was numb,  
Obeying his new master, fuckin’ em until they’d come.  
   
So men, protect your wives and girlfriends it’s your duty,  
And if you’re not into it, make sure to guard your booty,  
A ferocious dong prowls amongst us ‘til early dawn,  
Beware of the sexual monster called ORGASMATRON.

 
I love being cut by a man with a razor sharp tongue
torment me and I will respond
masochistic lusts of the flesh
pink pulsing and violent
I want to cut you back
 
your ego is too large
plus if I get under your skin
punishment is my reward
 
spank me harder Sir
I'm a naughty girl
pushing buttons
 
in darkness greed rise up
with hardened intentions  
fuck the devil out of me
 
I am a demoness can you feel me now?
 
taking you down deep
throating your imagination drinking your seed
I'm there riding you
fuck you feel good
your hard attitude turns me on
you spit razors and I cream
 
inside my sacredness worshiping your cock
are we seeing each other eye to eye yet?
I will rise I hope you're ready for this ride

  
I want it  
like sheer madness  
that's weeks starved,  
gnawing each thought to the bone    
craving utter destruction in complete    
my hidden, rabid lunacy    
is uncontained fire    
 scorched earth,  
breathed with every breath    
   
The taste of evil coats my tongue    
   
I need it    
like I know you do    
wickedly, I laugh inward    
intentionally pushing buttons-hard    
fucking your mind - up    
for the unparalleled pleasure of reaction  
Is it evil when it's required sustenance    
we both feed of?  
   
I hear my voice - brutally biting and beautiful    
(saying something about unfit fathers)    
and you,    
being like yours    
knowing just how fucking shitty that is    
and how deeply the wound slices    
Clawing , Ripping , Tearing    
I must draw serious blood    
from each searing word-puncture—  
bleeding plentiful    
I feel you sweetly and horribly teeter    
making my wet pussy    
crushingly grind against my drenched panties

I can see your delicious rage-desire    
building and viscerally course    
just under your skin    
my foul bitchiness is fully automatic    
the selfish cunt that I am,    
relishes inflicting pain    
a means to an end    
of my own second by second aching    
   
His control, is epic    
yet I. am. relentless.    
   
I need it    
to be fucking punished    
brutalized and contorted    
like I know you want ...to do    
Must. do.    
We, must do.    
   
I know what I have buried,    
(all that is disgusting and depraved)    
and what my actions will solicit    
I double down  
releasing any submission    
to vicegrasp onto old weapons    
without thinking    
it flows, mercilessly    
   
just, do it    
   
Only you know and accept the filth fuck that I require    
   
Mouthing off with—    
"you fucking idiot, pussy"... "It's no wonder they left you" kind of meanness    
needing that moment    
where controlled mastery    
slips into the severity of payback.    
   
My truth is harsh and scary and honest    
I need you to abuse me    
need this heightened fear state    
brutalizations, I command silently    
you need the convincing, I supply    
soothing a darkness we both    
more than understand    
raping all semblance of reality    
throwing me against the wall-floor-bed-sink    
slapping my tits until I'm screaming    
with consensual, terrified eyes watering    
is a welcomed communion    
decorated of welted beet red rewards, pulsing    
Then—You.    
Instantly trust to fill every single part of me    
over and over and gloriously over again    
caressing ornate pain with savagery    
waves of it, anoint and exalt    
turbulent tears    
stream down my cheeks    
even I can't tell if they're tears of pain or joy    
making them the sweetest kind    
   
I want it    
like I know you do  
like I know you did    
   
   
and I take it  
   
   
   
all.    
   
   
   
   
   
   
 

 
fuck it all!
 
I wonder how turned on you would be
if I hurt you  
the way you beg to be hurt  
how much can you really take?  
 
you crawl on your knees and plead  
that you’ve been a bad girl  
 
Do you know the things these hands have done?  
 
there’s a scar from  
collapsing a man's eye socket  
in one shot  
spiral fractures that had him  
in fits as he pissed himself  
 
punched a man's nose completely off his face,  
I am damaged goods
and you beg of me
 
stir the anger in my blood  
the dirty sediment that has settled  
but when riled drowns out clarity  
drowns out reason….
 
I snapped a man's wrist radius  
and ulna clean from his hand  
because he grabbed my throat  
 
had a man bleed from his eyes  
from his ears, frontal lobe concussion  
and ruptured ear drums  
 
I am violence personified  
when uncaged
 
you want that?
 
baby I am too broken  
to play this game with you  
 
you slap me  
scream at me  
slap me again
shove me out the room
slam shut your indignation  
screaming obscenities……
 
I snap
walk through the bedroom door  
as if it's a breezeway  
 
shards and splinters fly  
as the wrecked remnants  
shatter all over the floor  
 
there’s awe in your eyes  
you swallow  
exaggerated  
in slow motion  
 
I see your fear  
I see you lick a small speck of my blood  
from the pink of your lip  
 
we can taste it in the air  
blood runs down my arms  
splinters stick from bulging muscles  
as heavy breathing blazes my wild eyes  
 
you slap me again  
 
with one hand I grab your hair  
rip you from your feet  
and pin you face down on the bed  
 
rip the rear end out of your pants  
slap your ass  
hard enough to bruise instantly,  
screaming  

YOU WANT  THIS,
 HUH,
YOU WANT IT THAT FUCKING BAD


 I unbuckle one handed
my belt hits the floor  
 
smash my cock into your  
soft heat  
and take you  
you are wetter than you have ever been  
 
your first cum  
wets my thighs  
you drip with the searing lust  
as this beast  
pounds like a pneumatic drill  
growling,  
 
I rip your head back  
sink my teeth into your neck  
draw blood  
turn your face and smear it  
on you  
 
a charnel house scene  
obscene in its bestial display  
you cum again in a screaming fit  
of obscenities,  
fuck, you chant nose turned up  
in a snarl  
"yes, fuck my cunt"  
you squirt a gush as if my cock has cut an artery  
in your lust and soak the sheets  
 
I RAM MY ANGERINTO YOU  
I clench and cum  
squirting every last ounce of myself  
into you and collapse on your back  
 
my hand unlocks from your hair  
you fall forward
and I walk out
remnants of the door
squeak on  
busted hinges

…and the wind whispered “if you fuck ‘em, they will come”...
  
That’s when Viktor decided to build himself a machine,  
An apparatus designed to make the women cream,  
Like a dream schemed in the mind of a deviant teen,  
He'd lure them into his lair and fuck ‘em to the extreme.  
   
Viktor spent years building the device in his basement,  
For one day it would take over as a replacement,  
But if you ask anyone, this was no easy task,  
He customized it so it would fit into his shaft.  
   
He made it look natural, complete with brakes and pads,  
Hooking up the electrodes right into his gnads,  
He built controls to be able to change length and girth,  
A fitting for each woman always making it their worth.  
   
Then he’d prowl the clubs at night and seduce the females,  
Promising them bliss with all the vivid details,  
And those who took a chance on Viktor would enjoy the ride,  
His contraption always left them very satisfied.  
   
His became a thing of legend and urban erotic lore,  
Every woman fell in love because they wanted more,  
Viktor kept improving the machine he erected,  
He'd work until his performance would be perfected.  
   
One night in his lab as Viktor tinkered with the device,  
He heard the voice again giving him the same advice,  
He looked around and couldn't see where it had came from,  
As the voice again said: “If you fuck ‘em, they will come”.  
   
Just then a loud bolt of lightning struck across the sky,  
He removed the wires quickly so he wouldn’t fry,  
But the computer registered a strange anomaly,  
Viktor became supercharged anatomically.  
   
The shaft became fully engorged and it grew quite large,  
And the voice said “MOTHERFUCKER, I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE”,  
Baffled that he didn’t know how to control his bone,  
Viktor screamed “IT’S ALIVE! It’s got a mind of its own!”.  
   
“I’M ORGASMATRON, MASTER OF CLIMAX AND ORGASM”  
As Viktor trembled with fear, he felt a strange spasm,  
“What do you want to do?” He asked almost out of breath,  
“LET’S GO FUCK SOMEONE HARD INTO A BEAUTIFUL DEATH”.  
   
And Viktor went out into the cool October nights,  
Picking up women who were curious with delight,  
But ORGASMATRON would leave women so elated,  
He’d pound them so hard until they were dehydrated.  
   
Women would scream and cream in the agony of bliss,  
Leaving Viktor unsure if it was real or just piss,  
They would pass out as ORGASMATRON would then connive,  
Escaping into the night unsure if they were left alive.  
   
And Viktor would go off and find another victim,  
Then it didn’t matter if it was a male rectum,  
ORGASMATRON took over until Viktor was numb,  
Obeying his new master, fuckin’ em until they’d come.  
   
So men, protect your wives and girlfriends it’s your duty,  
And if you’re not into it, make sure to guard your booty,  
A ferocious dong prowls amongst us ‘til early dawn,  
Beware of the sexual monster called ORGASMATRON.