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
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
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