Marriage by Capture was Legal

Marriage by capture was legal -
          It was not many years back -
When a tender and nubile maiden
          Learned first of nuptials by attack.

When a strong man would spot a young maiden
          Who attracted his burning desire
His first course of action was meeting -
          Bargaining for her hand with her sire.

When negotiations had reached an impasse –
          Could our suitor not pay him enough?
The horny young man was not finished –
          He’d retreat and go gather his stuff.

Steeped in lust he’d assemble his stalwarts –
          His “best man” was leader of course -
Armed and bold they’d make search for the maiden
          And would carry her off by brute force.

Of course this was met by resistance
          From the father whose was the young girl.
Carefully he would guide and protect her
          Like a pirate protects a bright pearl.

“Oh my lovely and tender young daughter
          Stay near home and don’t wander away.
Or you may end up in the retainer
          Of that desperate man who can’t pay.”

Most fathers regarded a bride-price
          Paid in cattle or horses or gold
To determine the best future husband
          To deflower his young daughter, we’re told.
          
Today’s story might never have happened
          If our girl never opened her door.
But our ending is certainly different
          ‘Cause our lass was sent out on a chore.

“Oh my daughter, please go to the market
          Sell the pig and then fetch me some beer.”
Innocent, she left quickly to do it -
          “Do not dawdle, darling. Be a dear.”

In the field by the path they were waiting.
          She looked up and saw several young men
Armed with knives, clubs, and ropes. They were grinning.
          She tried running back home once again

But they quickly and easily caught her.
          They were rough, tough, and ready you see.
They surrounded the pretty young daughter
          Though she begged that they let her go free.

But freedom was not on the horizon
          For the disheveled maiden, of course.
Her suitor tied her hands firm behind her
          And then pulled her up onto his horse

And the gallant young band of marauders
          Escorted the lady away
And before the old sire missed his daughter
          They were deep in a cave in the quay.

It is here that we pause to inform you
          Of tradition that is old and deep
Cause the honeymoon wasn’t romantic.
          In order for our guy to keep

His great prize he must quickly impregnate
          The bride he has taken by force.
Otherwise on returning home with her
          Her father will insist on divorce.

A divorce of that sort is not bloodless.
          The bridegroom is quickly forgot
And the girl returns home to her father.
          A long-lasting marriage it’s not.

But if the girl is found pregnant
          Though the dad may be angry and rude
He can’t lift his hand towards the father          
          Of his grandchild – so all is good.

So our recklessly careful marauders
          In the secret cave far, far away
Will watchfully guard the young bridegroom
          As he starts on his serious play.

Now the girl’s hands are tied to the bedposts
          As he cuts off her clothes with a knife -
And he tells her to cease with her thrashing
          Or his blade will also end her life.

Now her white eyes grow round like they’re saucers.
          It’s the first erection that she’s seen.
And she’s wondering where he will put it
          As her stomach is heaving and green.          

Then she gasps as his throbbing young manhood
          Pushes into her womanly pout.
And we know that it’s only a moment
          Till the waves of his semen spurt out.

The strong man lies weak limbed on the maiden.
          Tears flow as her eyelids give vent
As the pain of her first penetration
          Fades. His erection is spent.

Now he tenderly tells her to listen
          It’s OK because she’s his.
Amazingly to us she accepts this
          And contented, she revels in jizz

That is trickling out her torn cherry
          Running red with her virginal blood.
And the stain on the bed is the symbol
          That the state of their union is good.

So he yells to his boys he has done it
          And a wild cheer cuts through the night -
Though the men round the camp keep their guard up
          ‘Cause her father might still give a fight.

But our newly forged couple is hid well
          And though daddy may rant and may rave
Neither he nor his friends quite remember
          About this specific dark cave.

And the friends make their way to the firelight
          And congratulate him with a nod
As he proudly shows blood on the pillow
          Where it’s mixed with what’s left of his wad.

And then over and over he bastes her
          In his juices and quickly she learns
What it is to belong to a husband
          As slowly her loyalty turns.

She is learning to worship his scepter
          And she might even orgasm, too
Though this is thought to be behavior
          Only deviant women can do.

This goes on for as long as it takes him
          To be certain she’s missed her next time.
When she’s retching with her morning sickness
          He has gotten away with the crime.

Except that it wasn’t a crime here.
          This marriage was legal, recall?
Only her father is angry.
          He has lost something valuable.

And ladies, do not judge her so harshly
          For playing along in this game.
She has never expected much say so
          In deciding whose wife she became.

And Instead of becoming the chattel
          Of some stodgy old man who is rich
Our young maiden that has been so captured
          Has a handsome young stud for a switch.

He worships the ground that she walks on
          She is proudly his partner for life
They won’t even consider divorcing
          His friends say he has taken a wife.

Marriage by capture was legal -
          It wasn’t many years back -
When a tender and nubile maiden
          May have dreamed of marriage by attack.