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The Toughest Serum Girl on the Block
A Story in Verse
By Overlord
| As a blade Ree had been tough And felt that she still had the stuff. She thought men looked good But came on like a hood; Her ways were too pushy, too rough. Rejected, the new lass got miffed. A friend's advice came as a gift. "To get a good tumble "You have to be humble. "Try a slave camp, get my drift?" Ree deemed the project inviting; It was to her taste, like cockfighting. She'd give the staff trouble And make their work double; Butting heads can be exciting. |
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The Curse of Signeer was required. Ree met the camp doc they had hired. He inflicted a weakness And, tickled to meekness, In a lash-lord's bed she was sired. Whipping made Ree less pugnacious, Dancing showed she was vivacious. They insisted she flirt For all she was worth And offer her body bodacious. Doing girl-sex needed art; The giving of dyff was her start. They made Ree let go And to never say no, Demanding she act like a tart. |
| Slave discipline left her reeling, It dredged from her heart a new feeling. Her willfulness died With her former male pride, But her long ordeal performed a healing. Ree had to don powder and paint, With hemlines to shock persons quaint. Her tush came to sway In the most charming way, And she learned not to utter complaint. No longer tough now, the girl sizzled; Home from camp, she never fizzled. From many a date Our wench got back late, Her cheeks aglow, having been pizzled. |
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