She said “Yeah. Fuck! Why not?” just for kicks,
Now she’s got herself into a fix…
She’s done gang bangs before,
Gets off, acting the whore…
But four guys? Wait.. no, five! Oh fuck… six!
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The middle man
He said “Darlin’, just do what you’re told.
Keep the cash, but the root’s put on hold…
Nah, no need to get dressed.
Have a drink! Be my guest!
You’ve been bought, but you’ve now been onsold.”
Supply and demand
An odd chap, but a regular client,
On whom she’s become quite reliant…
The bruises soon fade,
And for what she’ll be paid,
She’s prepared to be more than compliant.
Fledgling
She’s so nervous, he thinks, all on edge…
Pussy barely beginning to fledge…
Wispy thatch of blonde fluff…
Young, but quite old enough…
He works in the thick end of his wedge.
Productivity
She just couldn’t help being seductive…
Gold digger, heart breaker, destructive!
She gave not a thought
To the chaos she wrought…
Well, regrets are so counter-productive!
Musing
Was it just her, or women more broadly,
He treated so rough and disord’ly?
The whip and the cane,
Though, had not caused great pain,
Nor affected her much untowardly.
Bowing to the inevitable
At the point of (almost) no return,
Wrong or right now of little concern…
Poor girl hasn’t a clue…
What to say, what to do…
But she’ll bloody well pretty soon learn!
Lordly
“Bring her in,” said M’lord to his steward…
Poor virgin, to this end procured…
Deflowered in haste,
Then discarded, disgraced,
Fallen woman, her ruin ensured!
Alles in ordnung
Spare a thought for the poor German Frau…
When he wants her, he wants her right now!
On her knees on the floor,
Up against the front door…
Then it’s back to her cleaning, poor cow.
Best laid plans
He was ropeable, pissed off… quite fuming!
The girl who for months he’d been grooming
Met someone, it seemed…
How he’d plotted and schemed…
Gone to waste, when she fucked him, assuming.