A Stranger’s Claim

The blindfold was my canvas, her fear, my art.

I tied the silk, a promise from the start.

No past, no name, just skin and trembling breath,

A soul to conquer, walking close to death.

"Zara Zara" sighed, a lover's soft lament,

A perfect irony for the night I'd rent

Her body out to pleasure and to pain,

To wash her clean in decadent, warm rain.

I watched her shiver, every nerve alight,

A perfect sacrifice on velvet night.

Her skin, a map of unexplored desire,

I was the flame to set her soul on fire.

I poured the wine, a river, dark and deep,

Above her throat, a secret I would keep.

It flowed like blood, a sacramental stain,

As her soft whimpers washed away her pain.

I followed it, my tongue a slow, wet trace,

The salt of her, the vintage's sweet embrace.

She arched her back, a silent, pleading bow,

And offered me her body, here and now.

But that was just a prelude, just a taste,

Of all the dark and dirty things I faced.

I poured again, a lower, bolder stream,

To violate her in her most private dream.

Right at her core, the crimson liquid pooled,

A wicked, glistening jewel, so newly jeweled.

Her gasp was sharp, a mix of shock and bliss,

A silent question answered with a kiss.

Not on her lips, but lower, I knelt down,

To claim the offering in her sacred town.

I drank the wine, and drank her essence too,

A communion that was filthy and was true.

She bucked her hips, a helpless, frantic beat,

My tongue inside her, oh, so bittersweet.

I sucked it hard, a vacuum, tight and deep,

Waking the promises her flesh could keep.

Her fingers clawed the sheets, her breath came fast,

A future of submission, now her past.

She was a vessel, empty and then filled,

By every dark and hungry urge I willed.

Then came the torment, sweet and drawn-out sin.

My cock, a weapon, poised to enter in.

But not just yet. I rubbed it, slow and wide,

Along her slit, with nowhere left to hide.

I circled her clit, a maddening, slow tease,

Bringing her down onto her desperate knees.

I used my head to part her tender lips,

To trace the folds with all my fingertips.

An hour passed, or maybe it was more.

She was a trembling, wet, and begging whore.

Her juices flowed, a river, hot and clear,

As I whispered filth she longed to hear.

"Please," she finally cried, her voice a ragged tear,

"Please fuck me now, and end this torture here."

"I need you in me, deep and hard and fast,

This perfect agony just cannot last."

I smiled, she couldn't see, but felt it grow,

The beast was ready, now it's time to go.

I plunged inside, one single, brutal thrust,

That filled her up and turned her lust to dust.

A scream tore from her throat, a primal sound,

As I began to claim my holy ground.

I fucked her deep, a rhythm, hard and fast,

A memory that was destined now to last.

She came the first time, shuddering and tight,

Her pussy clamping, holding me so right.

But I didn't stop, I wasn't nearly done,

This was a battle, and I'd only won

The first small skirmish in this long, deep war.

I flipped her over, wanting so much more.

Doggy style now, her ass pushed high for me,

A perfect target, wild and wanton, free.

I grabbed her hair, a fistful, soft and long,

And pulled her head back, singing her my song

Of grunts and groans, of flesh that slapped on flesh,

A symphony of passion, fresh and meshed.

I licked her spine, a line of salty sweat,

A path of ownership I had to get.

My other hand reached round, to find her breast,

To squeeze the nipple, put it to the test.

She came again, a sobbing, broken thing,

The pleasure and the pain both taking wing.

But still I fucked, a piston, fueled by lust,

Her every muscle turning into dust.

I turned her back, her face a mess of tears,

And kissed her mouth, confirming all her fears.

I kissed her deep, my tongue a dominating spear,

She tasted her own soul, and held me dear.

I sucked her earlobe, bit her neck so hard,

She'd wear my mark, my personal, dark guard.

I kissed her shoulders, open-mouthed and wet,

A brand of passion she could not forget.

I moved down lower, to her heaving chest,

And worshipped at the site I loved the best.

I sucked her nipples, pulling them with teeth,

A gentle, painful, beautifully sharp sheath.

I licked around them, circles, wide and slow,

Then blew on them, and watched the goosebumps grow.

I licked her navel, dipping my tongue in,

A promise of the deeper, darker sin.

She was a goddess, and I was her slave,

But in this moment, I was strong and brave.

I made her cum a third time, with my hand,

Rubbing her clit, the sweetest in the land.

Her body shook, a violent, final quake,

But I was not yet done for goodness sake.

I entered her again, missionary style,

And watched her face, a beautiful, wild pile

Of raw emotion, trust, and utter need.

I planted my most dominant, hungry seed.

I spoke to her then, my voice a low command,

"You are my slut, you'll always understand."

"You'll marry him, you'll play your pretty part,"

"But you'll belong to me, and only me, your heart."

"Your body's mine, to use, to take, to keep,"

"A secret promise that is buried deep."

"You'll think of me when he is in your bed,"

"These are the dirty words inside your head."

She came the fourth time, screaming out my name,

Or rather, screaming out the stranger's claim.

Her soul was shattered, broken, and remade,

A perfect, filthy, beautiful new maid.

I kept on fucking, for an hour more,

Until her body couldn't take the war.

She lay there limp, a used and happy thing,

The silent song the "Zara Zara" would sing.

I was the beast, and she, my willing prey,

I took her, and I threw the past away.

She was my slut, my slave, my dirty queen,

The most depraved and perfect I had seen.

And as she drifted off to sleep, I knew,

She'd always be mine, honest and so true.

Ready to beg, to serve, and to be fucked,

Forever and always, truly stuck.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY