by Peter Loaf
The morning coming, the race today
Rodeo riders, barrel races
Driving four hours, moaning in back
Stripped of their clothing, cut off in rags
Scolding reproval, sound of a slap
Motor home stopping, carried outside
Hoodwinks removing, old movie set
“Two virgin cowgirls, offered today”
Tall dark and handsome, His eyes are hid
Penthouse Manhattan, out of the trunks
An hour shower, nooses detain
To slave cells taken, tied on their backs
Their Master standing, naked and stiff
Bending and pressing, tongue in her groove
Flopping fish fucking, tied to the bed .
Currie combs grooming, horse muscles play
Stables deserted
Purpose perverted
Three hooded cowboys, their guns display
Taken from stables, covered faces
Hoodwinked and harried
Tasered and carried
The girls disappear, without traces
The hands are brutal, head in a sack
Motor home rolling
Slaver bell tolling
Two more for market, endless attack
Dressed in red corsets, one of them brags
“A sellers market”
“You better hark it”
“Sex slaves forever”, removing gags
“Were you spoken to?” The crops first tap
Nipple tip swollen
Their freedom stolen
Training beginning, Master/slave crap
Hoodwinked and hand bound, half naked pride
The high heels zippered
The captives kippered
Bent over railing, paddle applied
Men standing naked, dripping and wet
Saloon business good
Tight to the wood
Slave market open, billionaires get
“Toothsome and chewy, horny display”
The bidding begins
The wheel it spins
As bidding rises, bodies betray
The money passes, twelve thousand quid
“Do you deliver?”
Sold down the river
Sex slaves forever, their Master’s bid
Roughly delivered, the dirty skunks
Writhing reaction
His satisfaction
Hobbled and shaky, couple of drunks
Then body powder, gentle refrain
Makeup applying
Nail polish drying
Dressed to perfection, their panties stain
Their arms extended, like jumping jacks
Their hobbles holding
Fingers emboldened
Pupils pinpointed, her armor cracks
His dick is dripping, his manly whiff
Virgin’s conversion
Master’s perversion
Ankle ropes fixing, offering gift
Filly un-ridden, starting to move
Her instincts saving
Her pussy’s craving
Hymen head ripping, something to prove
Sister slave watching, her blush is red
Pussy juice pumping
Her pulse is jumping
Wanting what’s coming, let it be said
