Wednesday 13 July 2011

23; The Ballad of Slavegirl

In a dark, cold night
And an alley the same
She looked at two guys
When 'round the corner she came

She knew they were trouble
But also was she
They agreed very quickly
That she was far too much free

To rip off her clothes
It didn't take long
But at least they were kind
And left her the thong

Being naked with strangers
Gave her a thrill
And the wind on her skin
Was good for a chill

A few pieces of rope
On her arms and her feet
Made it quite sure
That she'd stay in the street

They stuffed her a gag
She put up no fight
They took a step back
To admire the sight

A pair of nippclamps
Hooked in to a post
Kept her in place
Revealed to the most

They picked up her clothes
'Twas not really theft
And with a smack on her ass
They laughed and they left

They left her alone
Aroused by her fear
And though she loved it
Her cheek hit a tear

For it was certain
And she knew that too well
The next one who found her
Might put her through hell


Something behind her
Startled the girl
She tried to look 'round
Shook her head in a whirl

It was the clicking of heels
But, oh my, how sad
Before she could look
She had a bag on her head

A strong female voice
Right by her ear
Whispered the spell:
“You are mine now, my dear”

With the gag in her mouth
She had nothing to say
Felt a stitch in her ass
And faded away


When she woke up again
She faced a dark wall
She was naked and cold
And saw nothing at all

She could barely move
Was tied to a rack
Her old self was gone
She could never go back

The lights went on
And her Mistress came in
 She was eyeing the girl
With a bad, evil grin

She was covered in Latex
That shone like the sun
The slave thought: at last
Her life had begun…