In the black of the night
steel talons poised for ecstasy
beneath the towers doors
the dungeon's echoed in pants and moans.
Clothed in black, backlit by torch lamps,
screams came to her lips - but ceased to evolve
into screams from painful lusts, alas,...
each lash revealed shimmering candy apple red
Within the darkness, her wrists and ankles
shackled, she writhed in pain and agony.
Moistness trickling between her ivory thighs,
she moaned as the whip lashed at her bare ass.
From above - the cries and moans were heard, as
in darkness the torturer relieved his pent up fury -
expelling excremental lusts of sadistic temptations,
passions, upon the maidens heaving breasts.
Above they listened, to the tale unfold
as beneath he drank her in deep, drank her blood in deep;
and she wrythed one last time, fighting the pain and lust as -
the vampire caressed her soul.
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