An Animal-esque Alternative to Fifty Shades of Grey!

Fifty Shades of Mole

Now this is the legend of Christian Mole,
And his dubious predisposition,
For ruling his sows and for what he allowed
In that chamber sans all inhibition.

He met up with Ana a comely young sow,
Who fell for his velvety charm.
His spectacular home, all those tunnels to roam!
But the chamber gave cause for alarm.

Is this a jail? she thought turning pale,
Seeing paw-cuffs and traps made of steel.
It was so very scary and made her feel wary
She bit back a tentative squeal.

Mr Christian Mole oozed glamour and style,
Having practised his courting technique.
So Ana was drawn, well she felt newly-born,
As she took in his mole-esque physique.

She couldn’t resist she did just as he said,
And at first it was all rather thrilling.
He was ever so kinky and he looked kind of slinky,
And Ana at first was quite willing.

When he unlocked the door to that chamber of pain
She  felt a cool frisson of fear.
The chains and the whips made her nibble her lips,
As this rodenty boar sidled nearer.

She lost all control our unfortunate mole,
And before very long she was smitten.
She was deeply in lust and enjoyed every thrust,
But she sobbed when her ears were bitten.

And so it went on and the poor sow was torn
She loved him but loathed all the pain
So she tried to escape. Could this be called rape?
This affair’s just so hard to explain.

Chris didn’t take heed, Ana longed to be freed,
From these hideous shackles and fetters.
He ignored her appeals, he relished her squeals!
So she sent him some e.maily letters.

And still he ignored her increasing disquiet
But Ana had  made up her mind
So when he said ‘Laters’, she thought,
You sir can taters.
She was tired of trying to be kind.

Mr Christian Mole was frantic with grief.
At  losing the love of his life.
He was blinded with panic he felt almost manic,
He’d hoped she’d become his mole-wife…