Advice For a New Sex Slave

Every night is the same here As the night before They make us drink a couple beers Then men come in the doors And have their choice of whores We’re supposed to flirt and smile Encourage their attentions to us But when you’ve done this a while It’s hard to sell them lust When all you feel is disgust If you resist, they’ll drug you And sell you anyway You’ll wake up broken and bruised And sore between your legs (Or worse, if they have sick tastes) So try to find the nicest perv And take him to your bed Don’t count on those pimping jerks To help; help yourself instead And choose the best prospect - The answer is in their eyes Soft or warm eyes are best If they give you chills say bye And move on to the next set Before their appetite’s whet If you can’t get away Don’t let them see your dread Above all, don’t grovel or pray Or even play dead (think pummeled head) - That’s how their power is fed Just imagine they’re someone else Like a lover from long ago It’s easier to take the abuse and dwell On happiness you used to know And keep that horseshoe of hope If you lose hope or die, they win So don’t make it easy for them Pick the best guy and give him a “grin” - It’s the only control you’ll ever get In a rape contest Revised 3/6/12