by Peter Loaf
An escort service, a job applied
A dyke demanding, oh how she lied
A quiet gassing
Unconscious passing
Waking up naked, a trunk inside
Sounds of the highway, my muffled scream
Struggle kick wiggle, my darkest dream
The darkness complete
The lashings defeat
Taken for training, white slaver scheme
The final product, end of my ride
Tape and some stuffing, so tightly tied
Sex slave for hire
A frequent flier
Escape I cannot, oh how I’ve tried
