Vision Ghost

Rookie - 5 Points (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

My Rape In Hell - Poem by Vision Ghost

Lowered in chains, from wrists shackled, my body stretched
Sweat glistens as feet reach the floor, aching muscles flexed
In this chamber of glowing orange, yellow and passions red
Caught and not forgiven, within my dark sins that I once bled

Catching my attention, two maidens approach with slow pace
Sinister were their smiles, luxuriating in my captive embrace
Nails did scratch and teeth tasted, for me I am their pleasure
An agony in their presence, brought for more at their leisure

Promises whispered to my ears, of my slow impending death
A tongue forced entry into my mouth, cold that was her breath
Hands clasping of myself below, the evidence of this arousal
A glory at their perusal, as thighs enwrapped without refusal

For inside this creatures body, a moments of her seems endless
As the other licks my face, chuckles at my torment so seamless
Writhing beneath me, as her body bends back, to reveal carnation
Seemingly perfect was this physique, of vampyric consolidation

Nails grip my head and dig into skin, threatening in her evil tone
A satisfaction for them foundered here, my being within their throne
A quickening is witnessed, pleasure sought to the cumming of her
This heat of my captivity, my slavery for her, is that which shall allure

Far abound from the world I once knew, so now this is to be destiny
A vixen despot to my slavery, in vampyric and cruellest physicality
Stealing this upon me now, as these maidens come together in a kiss
Nail rakes down my chest, to remind that is not, meant to be my bliss

I am their pleasure, their piece, a moment’s engorgement in flesh
Wrists burning from these chains, bleeding from skin ruptured mesh
As thighs release their grip, weakened to this state, laughter I hear
Mocking my captivation, and ever promising to me, the death I fear

For now another moment has passed, until the yearning of their appetite
For my humiliation, an inescapable eternity, without ever a hope in sight
Bound within this place forever, a caged servant for the pleasuring of them
At the beckon calling of the maidens, the vixens or of the darkest brethren

Comments about My Rape In Hell by Vision Ghost

  • Francesca Johnson (8/3/2006 4:44:00 PM)

    I'm not sure what to make of this one. Was it a dream? Did it really happen? Were you a willing participant at first? Was it at an S & M club? Some men would pay a small fortune to have that done to them, but I get the impression it wasn't for you! !

    Love, Fran xx

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  • Lesa K (7/30/2006 2:10:00 PM)

    Wow! Very dark and sultry! Great job. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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