I Sicken Me

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I was a slave to my weaknesses Alcohol made it all seem right they kept me well in supply and the drugs such kind drugs they locked me in their dungeon she came down would lay across the bed and put coke on clit she would call me over and slap me but not let me have that wondrous drug not yet she would call to him he'd bring me whisky and then tie me to the chain swing the iron links pinch but i dare not complain I winced as one link pinched
my sack they saw it and said are you not happy they're I replied with a smile yes ma'am very happy thank you but it was to late no I saw that uncomfortable look we musn't have the she said he untied me and put me on the rack I thanked him for his kindness he smiled and then slid his cock deep in my ass he pumped me as fast and hard as he could till he exploded in me  I thanked him for his gift he said you'd welcome and went to her she was not happy she slapped him said he's to easy on me she walked over to me and bid me kiss her i did her tounge soft as velvet and warm as hot apple pie and the hint strawberry on her breath it was wonderful then I felt a sting on my tounge and the taste of iron as blood filed my mouth from where she bit my tounge she stopped and said that's can't taste to good now can it I was afraid of what was next she saw it then said there there I'd  never hurt you would I love I said no ma'am let me make it better she said she reached around stuffed her hand up my ass scooped out his seed and fed it to me I had to thank her or it would be worse for me then she released me off the rack nelt me by the bed and bid me eat her ass I thanked her for the kindness and licked her hot hole right away then she bid me fuck her hard so I did she made me cumm in her pussy three times I thought it was over for this session she asked if I'd like a line and I told her that would be great she bid me snort one from her navel to her crotch i did so gladly she grabbed my hair and yanked so that I looked in her eyes and she said look what you did I'm dripping you I apologize and she says that won't do and forces my head between her legs bidding me lick and sick out every last drop I try frantically know what's next I'm not fast enough she bids him come over and masterbate in my ass by wich I mean he wrapped his hand around his cock and shoved them both up my ass fucking his hand she pulled me so tight between her legs I couldn't breath she mumbled something about a drink next thing  know she is pissing down my throat the room goes black moments later it seems I wake up it had been several minutes actually my ass on fire and face laying in a puddle of her piss and there it is on the table a bottle of wild turkey and gram of coke I'm so pissed at myself I could stop this abuse at any time they would let me but I can't I agreed to be her slave six months ago back then she was really very kind and passionate I'm such a slave to my sick needs I allowed her to go way beyond even her wildest dreams I'm sure one of these days I'll die serving her I'm sure of it but she is my master and I love her my sick twisted desire to please her makes me sick but I can do nothing to stop myself I'm a slave to my desires[/quote]

Someone please tag my post ad explicit content so i don't get in troble I can't and wasn't given the option when i posted

All set-- the actual thread has to be flagged extreme, as opposed to your individual works as you publish them in your poems section, since multiple entries can be put in a thread. Carry on!

Ok thanks for the help how do I set the thread extream content for future reference

Please keep writing somzone besides me will win I just just couldn't resist putting in my own story for this

She don't ride rodeos
Her tornado too strong
This cowgirl is not right, she wrong
But she make men pay in pain and song
She has no patience for capriciousness
If you want her, make her submit
She wants to feel pain, hungry for a hurricane
Give her what she needs
Make her sweat, make her bleed
Muffle her screams with your balled fist
Then jack-hammer drill her til she concedes
Then when she's asleep, spread her open
And feast!

my life is this poem and its too long to write.

Ok so I'm obviously new to this and now I want to extend the compatition but when I click on the link it says not authorized can somebody who is please extend my compatition thank you

Just shortly before the competition ends, you'll see an additional notice pop up at top of your comp (where the end date is now set). It will ask "Not enough entries? Extend your competition" and THEN you will be able to click on that note, which will allow you a choice of extending the time by one week (or more, I think.)
Just look for that notice to appear about August 26 or 27th.

________"LoveLorn for our betterment?"


Let he who is sinless cast the first stone.
Yet in this day of delusional miscreant genocide!
And denial of atrocities overlooked by our own government!  Is that even the tip of the iceberg?
To this oblique and monolithic hedonistic throne?

Thousands perish at the hands of groups I shall not name but are seen in the news.  Groups we have helped prop up and and now their dictatorships ensue!

Keep those delegates hands cleaned as the middle men
cogs of war grease their pockets.  Selling their weapons to either side of the fence.  They care not
who winds up with launching those deadly rockets!!!

Collateral damage the scar tissue of War!  Step aside and don't question or complain...And prepare to be lovelorned.  Painting the blood of babes was unknowingly their Sistine Chapel of legacy and contamination.  In the end their souls would face the trump of justice and God would send them to their deserving damnation.        

It sickens me that I was used
It sickens me that I was abused
I thought that I paid my dues
But the memories linger like a blackened bruise

Looking down at my weathered and battered body
I’m fat and grotesque and anything but jolly
I keep myself disgusting to use as protection
So that I will remain free from sordid dereliction

I no longer attract the cute young boys
They were the kind of men that I used as toys
And I can’t stop the filthy noise
Inside my head, screaming memories of being used, being lured by sadistic ploys

I do a pretty good job at pretending
But my pain is never ending
The guilt is overwhelming
And I am anything but charming

I am self destructing and doing it freely
Because I fear the future and what it is dealing
I keep getting more grotesque every day that I’m not healing
There aren’t many good days anymore, so I stay in my shell, unfeeling

I am an alcoholic; booze is always ready for a ride
I hate myself to the point of suicide
And I’m ashamed to say that I once did try
With pills that were prescribed to help, but for some reason I didn’t die

I hate that I’m getting older
I’m writing and my words are getting much bolder
I am pouring out the pain from my soul like a wounded soldier
The urge is always there, like a fire that has shrunk into a smolder

I want to die, period, space, space
And release those from dealing with me and to stop the race
I can barely look at my face
So I’m stockpiling pills, trying to fill my suicide pill case

I’ll wait for the day
When my heart gets broken all the way
Then I will choose to simply lay down and fade away
Peace, that is what I hope for and pray for, that’s all I have to say

My name is Markus Ray
I  was a whore...of sorts
I used my body against its will
To please the man who towered tall
No matter what the burden

I lay awake each night in fear
Praying for the footfalls to keep on walk'n by
Yet sure as shit comes tumbling down
Kerplunk, kerplop, kerploop
They'd pause before my door

Entering, no words were said
Positions were assumed
Cringing as thick, hardened flesh
Was met with slight resistance
I opened up with silent screams
No tear would ever shed

Taken by the horn
I'd pray for quick release
Knowing if I pleasured well
The dye would soon be cast

Left alone to clean myself
Pitiful and hollow
I'd pad across the room
Careful not to spill
Purging self of dirtiness
Soaked in bloody mire
Thankful for the bit of warmth
If only for a moment passed
When locked in throes of passion
My father loved his son

I had a little bunny - and honey was her name
She was so cute and funny - till I clubbed her in the brain
 
So sad I had to eat her - but I'm really not to blame
Was the doings of my daddy - and his sickly little games
 
I cut her throat and peeled her - but I wasn't really there
That's the story of my bunny - my lifeless, skinless little hare
 
Have you ever heard a rabbit scream?  It sounds just like me