An Innocent Game

- by Alvo Torelli

(Dog/g, oral, nc, best, 12 Stanzas) Warning! Dark poem.

There's a child who came over to play
With my Golden Retriever each day.
They would romp and mock fight
'Twas a wonderful sight
Quite an innocent, youthful display.

The sweet child loved the feel of his hair
So she pulled off her dress with no care.
She's too young to feel shame
It's just part of their game,
And his fur felt so good where she's bare.

Then she laughed - she was forced to submit
As he licked at her flat little tit
She gave off a sweet giggle
And then she must wriggle
When his tongue found its way in her slit.

She just thought it an innocent game,
The sensations made her all aflame.
And she hadn't a clue
That the filming I'd do
Would bring her lots of unwanted fame.

They've been playing this game for two weeks
And each time the sweet child gives off shrieks
As she squirms on the ground
And his tongue swirls around
In her cunt and her orgasm peaks.

But my dog is no longer content
'Tis the day she will come to lament
With his paws round her waist
He humps forward with haste
And he takes her without her consent.

Now their innocent game is no more.
And her cherry the big dog just tore
With his thrusting attack.
The child arches her back
As she's raped by my dog on the floor.

First she screams then she grunts out in pain
As his cock swells inside with great strain.
But the child's now well taught
Though she may be distraught
Climax comes like a great hurricane.

It is quite the erotic wild scene
On her knees is our eight-year-old queen
In an orgasmic thrall
'Neath his bulk she looks small
And he fucks like a sewing machine.

She lets out a great moan and his knot
Swells up huge and inside her is caught
He can't hump anymore
But she's filled to her core
And his cum squirts inside her so hot.

For an hour she's tied to my beast
And her climax is never decreased!
You can see on the tape
That I made of her rape:
Her mind's broken before she's released.

There's a child who came over one day,
With my Golden Retriever to stay.
It was once just a game
But his bitch she became
And now all his commands she'll obey.

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