A Halloween Vixen's Evening Ball

A Halloween vixen is donning her mask

&nbspA black-widow spider of sorts

Musing of how she will mete out her task

&nbspAnd letting her plan run its course

A night full of torture, a feast of delight

&nbspOf bondage, in webs she has made

An orgasmic feast for the spider all night

&nbspAnd torture on him, whom she preyed

Her venom injected, but not in his vein

&nbspAnd not from a bite, but desire:

The spider has teased him, and poisoned his brain

&nbspBy keeping his passions afire

The Halloween vixen is tying some ropes

&nbspA spider-web trapping of sorts

Occasional swats mixed with genital gropes

&nbspAs wicked plans run through their course

Her prey has not climaxed for thirty-one days

&nbspSince autumn leaves started to turn

Such beautiful flora – October’s bright blaze –

&nbspReminders of tormenting burn

A month of denial, engorgement, and pain

&nbspEnsures that he won’t be defiant

Her feminine wiles have poisoned his brain

&nbspAnd made him exceedingly pliant

The Halloween vixen is grasping her whips

&nbspSome spider-fang weapons of sorts

To redden the flesh down between his two hips

&nbspAnd hear him cry out from the force

The naked man, bound and secured in her den

&nbspCompletely unable to move

She starts with some moderate tapping, and then

&nbspBegins to get into a groove

Each cry for relentment a pleasing refrain

&nbspTo only inspire more thrashing

His need for a climax has poisoned his brain

&nbspSo now he’s enduring a lashing

The Halloween vixen is taunting her prey

&nbspWith spidery language of sorts

The naked man daunted to hear the belle say

&nbspHer plans for reversed intercourse:

“I’ll be the thruster, you’ll feel the filling,”

&nbspShe coos as she scratches his nape,

“I hope that you’ll love it – but if you’re unwilling,

&nbspI guess you’ll just have to get raped.”

The thought brings a shudder; he wants to complain,

&nbspTo beg not to roleplay a victim

But her gleeful enjoyment has poisoned his brain

&nbspSo he must submit to her dictum

The Halloween vixen is yoking her tool:

&nbspA spiderly sex-change of sorts...

Her posture is confident, her smile is cruel

&nbspThis rapist will feel no remorse!

She first stands before him, to study his face –

&nbspFilled with curious horror and dread –

To relish his look of accepted disgrace,

(For he knows she will do what she said)

She takes a step closer, grabs hold of his mane

&nbspInstructing him, “Baby, now suck it.”

Her intimidation has poisoned his brain:

&nbspHis mouth forms an ‘O,’ and she fucks it

The Halloween vixen is grabbing his hair:

&nbspA mantis-like thrusting of sorts...

She was spurred on by his gasping for air

&nbspAnd choking that sounded quite hoarse

“Now deep-throat it, baby! Yeah, take it all in!”

&nbspHis protests stay muted and hollow;

“Oh, baby, such skills!” as she mocks with a grin

“I wish I could shoot, make you swallow...

There’s one little problem – your lips are too plain

&nbspCompared with my dildo, they’re duller.

Let’s see if some lipstick can poison your brain

&nbspWhen I pick a suitable color.”

The Halloween vixen is browsing her kit

&nbspA spider’s collection of sorts

Intending to pick out a near-perfect fit

&nbspFrom Maybelline, Revlon, and more

She narrows it down to three luminous hues

&nbspWith embarrassing brilliance and flair

She carries them over, and gives him the news:

“You now get to choose what you’ll wear.”

She makes him beg “please” for the color by name,

(Not just indicate a selection...)

This girly enactment has poisoned his brain

&nbspAnd even begun an erection!

The Halloween vixen is coloring lips

&nbspA spidery venom of sorts

And soon, once again, she is thrusting her hips

&nbspAs though she were riding a horse

She thinks of how women have felt through the years

&nbspPressured for oral delight

Their men unaware of discomfort, or tears

&nbspSo, using his hair, pulls him tight

Each gag brings a giggle – to her, it’s a game –

&nbspShe revels in this role-reversal

The feminization has poisoned his brain

&nbspAnd this is just one mere rehearsal!

The Halloween vixen is lubing her gear,

&nbspHer spider-like palpus of sorts

Musing of how she is hoping for tears,

&nbspTo hear him get broken and hoarse

Her palms grope his ass-cheeks, he cannot resist

(Their lingering warmth seems to thrill her)

His hog-tied position: feet bound to his wrist,

&nbspLike prey in the web of a killer

His helplessness causes her swagger to reign

&nbspShe’s keen to begin and deflower

His open exposure has poisoned his brain

&nbspAnd forfeited all of the power

The Halloween vixen is thrusting her hips

&nbspA spider-like mating of sorts

With coos of delight flowing out from her lips

&nbspIn language so vulgar and coarse

“I know that you like it,” she mocks with a grunt

“You cannot refuse – I’ve not cum yet!

It’s feeling so good, and I love your tight cunt,

Don’t worry, I won’t get you pregnant...”

These tired, old lines of seduction, his bane!

&nbspUnaccustomed to hearing them spoken

The date-rape reversal has poisoned his brain

&nbspUntil he is tearful and broken

The Halloween vixen is doffing her vibe

&nbspHer spider-like tendril of sorts

Prepared to commence on a new kind of ride

&nbspA jaunt he won’t want to abort

She’s relished his whimpers and savored his breaking,

&nbspLoved using him just like a toy;

But now she is ready to feel herself quaking

&nbspFrom this vulva-pleasuring boy

Removing her panties (with now-glist’ning stain)

&nbspShe gives him a glimpse of her coral

The scent of her womanhood poisons his brain

&nbspCompelling his service with oral

The Halloween vixen is smothering his mind

&nbspA spider-like pouncing of sorts

He fancies the taste, but it’s taxing to find

&nbspAn available oxygen source

Her wet streams of rapturous orgasms pour:

&nbspAt least six, with nary a bad one –

But each time she shudders, it does underscore

&nbspHow long it has been since he’s had one!

He wonders, while tasting the honey-drenched rain,

&nbspWill she take a ride on his member?

Or will – and this horror-thought poisons his brain –

&nbspHis denial stretch into November?

The Halloween vixen is ending her feeding

&nbspA spider-like mealtime of sorts

(Though somewhat reversed, in that he did the eating

&nbspBut she was fulfilled by the course)

Her demeanor has softened, he can’t help but think

&nbspHe is near to his long-craved release

But each time her hands bring him close to the brink

&nbspThe strokes on his genitals cease!

So deftly engorging and waxing his pain –

&nbspAnd using her words for more egging:

Sardonic “Poor baby’s” have poisoned his brain

&nbspUntil he is groveling, begging

The Halloween vixen is baring her chest

&nbspA spider-like tempting of sorts

Each button unbuttoned revealing more breast:

&nbspA manifest femme fatale force

“Would you like to shoot? Get ten seconds of bliss?

&nbspHow badly do you think you need it?

I’ll grant you release, but promise me this:

&nbspThat when you are finished, you’ll eat it.”

Reluctant assent, for he needs to be drained

&nbspIt’s fruitless to keep on resisting

Her too-knowing smile then poisons his brain,

&nbspTurned on by her stubborn insisting

The Halloween vixen is mounting her prey

&nbspA spider-like suction of sorts

Ready to feel how effective the sway

&nbspOf her spread-open siphoning doors

She lowers it slowly, her warm, fleshy sheath –

&nbspShe knows he won’t last but a minute;

He’s sure to explode all his thirty-day load

&nbspAs soon as his penis is in it.

With eye-contact made, it reduces his strain

&nbspAs her hips begin rhythmic action

Her facial expressions send jolts to his brain,

&nbspBeginning the semen extraction

The Halloween vixen is purring a sigh

&nbspA black-cat contentment of sorts

They climaxed together, and now, satisfied

&nbspShe’s holding his warm smorgasbord

There’s no turning back from his bargain, and so

&nbspHe has to devour the paste

She tells him, “This won’t be the last time, you know...”

&nbspAnd hobbles up close to his face

Her unpinching fingers massage as she drains

&nbspHis pungent payload from her goblet

And though all the poison is gone from his brain,

&nbspHe still has to savor each droplet!