Mr Panda - that silently brooding bear
Watches the room with unblinking stare.

He sees the playroom lie empty by day
The children each evening who come to play.
At five a handsome boy hurries in, just eleven.
The cute girl who follows is almost seven.

Rope ready the boy watches the girl undress
His cock already out, straining hard to impress.
He binds her speadeagle on the bed, legs apart
And gags the girl well before he can start.

Mr Panda - that silently brooding bear
Twitches a little here, gives a tremble there.

The boy laughs and teases the helpless child
Slowly fingering his sister, her eyes grow wild.
She wriggles and struggles against the ropes
As her brother's hand pinches and gropes.

The girl begs into her gag, urging him "You must
Drive your cock into me with one big thrust!"
Followed by another and more until her scream.
Gasping, the boy pumps her with his cream.

Mr Panda - that silently brooding bear
Inwardly groans, breathes the faintest air.

The boy eases off his exhausted little sister
Teasing her flat chest, squeezes and twists her
Nipples hard - tears fall from her face in joy
And pain, laughed at by the torturing boy.

The rope in his hand has become a whip,
Blows rain on the girls belly, chest and hip.
Her aching cunt on fire, the welts' red glow
Leaves her howling under each harsh blow.

Mr Panda - that silently brooding bear
Yearns to move, feel the thrill and share.

The boy tears away the wet gag - a grin, a gloat
Forcing his newly stiffened dick down her throat.
The girl chokes and suffers, but knows to suck,
Knowing she surrenders every hole to fuck.

At last he's done again, ropes fall to the floor,
They laugh and dress and move to the door.
Not caring about the bear, propped to one side,
Not knowing it hides a secret. Deep inside.

Mr Panda - that silently brooding bear:
A gagged little girl is bound in there.