by Peter Loaf
The English Woman, brought to my camp
Opium smoking, out like a lamp
I am The Raptor
I pay her captor
Arab white slaver, I am the champ
My camp well guarded, by men I trust
Slave breaking expert, cracking the crust
We love the English
All swagger and swish
Properly broken, sluts full of lust
Frame of hard planking, stripped to her skin
Opium dreaming, wetness within
The stocks I’m locking
Domino knocking
Slave breaking science, process begin
Waking up slowly, mutter and twitch
Her head in lumber, a nose to itch
Her eyes uncrossing
Her tone of bossing
Memsahib manner, a stinging switch
Her screaming echoes, music my ears
Stock in trade tool, feeding their fears
The others listen
My victim pissin’
Imperious manner, my treatment cures
Properly broken, three times the price
Vibrator stretching, casting the dice
Spread eagle fastened
The welts amassin’
Soon have her acting, all sweet and nice
Her body burning, her pussy wide
A shaft of copper, pushing inside
The switch I’m flipping
Her pussy dripping
Fresh screams I’m earning
Memsahib training, breaking her pride
The copper phallus, high voltage twitch
Insistent finger, her clitty itch
Pepper oil spreading
Wetting her bedding
A distant thunder, hard charging bitch
Two weeks to market, plenty of time
Well broken subbie, worth every dime
A fat purse clinking
Pussy juice stinking
Sex slaves delivered, white slaver crime
