Night Cargo
by Peter Loaf
Thick leather restraints, wrists ankles throat
Body exposing, hold of a boat
The captive trapping
The crewmen clapping
Twenty-one sailors, one tethered goat
The hardwood pallet, the waiting game
Unbroken fury, blushing in shame
A spotlight blinding
The chains are binding
Wide wet and ready, fury to tame
The crowd around me, joking and crude
Circle jerk forming, freighter well crewed
Abu Dahbi bound
Just steaming around
White slaver rapists, power imbued
The shadowed figures, I smell their lust
Five way restraining, I cannot bust
I’m their’s for taking
No difference making
They have the power, its so unjust
Taken sun bathing, isle of Capri
A man from the bar, my drinks for free
Next thing remembered
Feeling dismembered
Chained as you see me, Simon Legre
New slaves transporting, cargo so old
Shipping to Master, deep in the hold
Fixed up for training
Fixed up for caning
Screaming erupting, gonna be sold
The torment stopping, my ass aflame
Hard member spanking, its all the same
My pussy dripping
His penis slipping
Then into anus, staking His claim
Unbroken fury, screaming in pain
His sword he’s sheathing, reaching hind brain
Pain/pleasure swelling
Pheromones smelling
Thumb on my clitty, my bladder drains
The next one gentle, bigger than most
His member standing, my pussy host
A sex link we forged
My pussy engourged
Bordello fated, Persian Gulf coast
Out of Gibraltar, south to the Cape
The slaver sailing, the daily rape
Orgasms training
Kicking and straining
New slave girl breaking, never escape
