Dungeon

Dungeon
 
Locked inside a Dungeon, i could smell and feel the gloom, chained up to a cold damp wall, will this to be my tomb.  
 
Then i heard a key turn, suddenly the room is filled with light, the pain burned through my eyelids, the light it is so bright.  
 
Without a word im hooded to a room im lead, fear and anxiety, floods right through my head.  
 
I let myself be guided, my wrists still tightly bound, I'm bent right over a leather couch but do not make a sound  
 
The leather is icy cold, its smell is mould and musky, then i hear a ladies voice, its sensuous and husky.  
 
"Hold on tight" she whispers," you're in for quite a ride", I feel her breath move the hood as she's down right by my side.  
 
I dont know how I got here, I try but cant recall, I remember drinking in a bar, then I think I took a fall.  
 
"I woke in a dungeon, I dont know what I've done", she hissed "You fell into a spiders web, now its time for fun".  
 
The pain shot right through me, I heard a massive slap, my arse cheeks were on fire, as the paddle made a clap.  
 
I gasped in shock and anger, why was I in such pain, I was about to ask her why, when she hit me once again.  
 
I felt the welts start to form, as fire run through my skin, then she pulled my cheeks apart, and pushed her finger in.  
 
I tried to struggle to get free, my cheeks I tried to clamp, I felt so cheap and violated like a slutty tramp.  
 
Then I fell her close to me, i smell her sweet perfume, I felt her reach round for my cock and instantly forget my doom.  
 
My manhood did me proud, it grew as it began gorge, solid like a flag pole, or a rod a Blacksmith once did forge  
 
Slowly she began to move, her rhythm, was so good, she slowly peeled my skin back to reveal my swollen hood.  
 
Just as it got interesting, her nails run down my back, deep gouging drags, I felt the blood make tracks.  
 
My mind was in a muddle, it jumped from lust to pain, not sure if I'm having fun, endorphins flood my brain.  
 
She picks up speed, I'm nearly close, I'm sure I'm gonna cum, she leaves me one pull short, then she bites me on the bum.  
 
I'm hanging there in ecstasy, I'm on the ragged edge, one more pull, will set me free, Please throw me off this ledge  
 
But now the tortures over, I'm led back to my cell, my body aches, my balls are full and I am left to dwell.  
 
Am I now a sex slave, to do with as she likes, will she kill me in the end, body found by someone on a hike.  
 
Will my family look for me, when will I be finally found, or am I here forever, chained up under ground.  
 
But do I want to be found, I must admit it's fun, being tied up and took roughly, until she's had her fun.  
 
 
Ron