Ode to Vidya

No one is safe from Vidya

Nor the things she’ll do to ya.

The things that she did to me

Will become legendary.

First, she plucked my hair.

The ones, you know, 'down there'.

Next, I was whipped with a chain -

My nob'll never be the same.

She tied me with barbed wire,

Called me her bitch and set fire

To matches in all my holes.

This gave her many lolz.

She leapt and straddled my face

And sprayed my wounds with mace.

She reached down and had a taste

Of the tears running down my face.

(If you can’t cope with this now,

My abuse at the hands of this cow,

Go make your way to the exit –

‘Cos I’m not yet at the best bit.)

Then Vidya's mighty strap on

Split my arse wide open.

She made me suck upon it,

Taste my shit and vomit.

The crescendo was this:

She gave me a kiss,

Made me worship her tits.

Got kinky boots on,

Stamped on my thumb,

Then opened my bum.

Lubed up her fist,

Saw the red mist

And wouldn't desist,

Went right up inside

While I just cried

And nearly died...

*

‘Vidya’s not like that’

Was the thought I had.

BUT…

From here, things only got worse -

My ball sack is now

Her purse.