Horror Night

The officer snarled, "Come here, girl!
Hands on the wall, spread wide, don't whirl.
Brace yourself, for I'm about to thrust,
This big, unrelenting, iron-hard lust."

The young woman, trembling, hesitated a beat,
In a place so dark, fear gripped her feet.
Terror surged through her, excitement denied,
Only dread coursed through her, deep inside.

He loomed from behind, hands harsh on her hips,
Excitement radiating through uniformed grips.
"I can't promise it won't hurt," he growled with glee,
"But your screams will echo, you'll beg and plea."

Terrified by his words, her heart raced fast,
Spoken to this way, she knew fear would last.
Praying her tightness wouldn’t bring more pain,
Dread and despair mixed, driving her insane.

As he entered, a cry tore from her lips,
Pain searing through in brutal grips.
Her body, betraying, wetter with each thrust,
Agony and ecstasy, a cruel must.

Suddenly, he withdrew, dropped to his knees,
"I’ll squeeze your round mound," he growled to tease.
His breath, hot and sinister, chilled her spine,
As he spoke, she shivered, fearing the line.

Standing up, he slammed in once more,
Her body rigid, fearing what's in store.
His arousal fierce, she neared the brink,
Caught in a nightmare, unable to think.

Just as she teetered on the edge of pain,
He pulled out, her torment in vain.
"I must taste the nectar," he whispered low,
Making her dread and horror overflow.

Licking, biting, her whimpers filled the air,
Closer and closer, lost in despair.
Finally, rising, he plunged in deep,
This time relentless, in brutal sweep.

With a final scream, she came undone,
Feeling his release, their torment one.
Breathless, clothes dishevelled, she walked away,
Haunted by horror, night turned to day.

This encounter, dark and bold,
A story of terror, forever told.
The officer, his cruel lust, her hidden fright,
A memory etched, in the darkest night.