The mad machine poem

to stop him they  send me
but in his trap I fell into it
with a beam he knocked me
but later when i woke up
.
I was spread and chained
on a kind of surface inclined
and even being blindfolded
I could however guess quickly
.
that the monster had stripped me
had he abused my body well ?
my armor he had taken of me
so helpless I found myself
.
between my legs still spread
there was a vibrator activated
the madman must had drugged me
because strangely I was excited
.
so me to avoid being humiliated
I used my arms to lift myself
my feet not being supported
but as soon as I had to gave up
.
on the vibrator I ended up pressing
very long against that I was fighting
but a lot then I had to be  shouting
Unfortunately no one showed up
.
the mad scientist may look at me
on his closed TV circuit surely
of my great tortured beauty
he can had enjoyed secretly
.
when finally I was so exhausted
I could barely still be moving
on the vibrator I was leaning
and getting more and more excited
.
I felt the orgasm in me rising
and I tried everything to resist it
but against my will I was coming
but as soon as an orgasm was over
.
another was just then starting
my situation was really hopeless
and then I sobbed, I begged, I cried
but however nothing worked
.
my torturer was merciless
my total submission I offered
my total defeat I was admitting
so to stop it i had gave up
.
but the torture continued
then i heard the bell of the timer
the vibrator finally stopped
I was exhausted but saved
.
and then I free myself of it
and like a zombie i am walking
to my soft bed for sleeping
because my orgasm maker
.
it had worked too well
and when i will use it
the timer i will be setting
for a period a little shorter

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Me lire et rire ou me maudire ou encore périr quel choix est pire? j'ai trouvé mon épitaphe: Il a essayé d'être humoriste, philosophe, poète et auteur de science fiction mais nul dans ces quatre domaines il n'a percé dans aucun :( Mes poèmes sont mauvais mais sarcastiques Ma science fiction est squelettique comparée à ce que j'ai imaginé pour le reste j'aime critiquer https://www.facebook.com/gerdesilets
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