Atisha

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of The Vet

- do not use without the author's permission.


Kidnapped from village, a voyage at sea
White horny devils, won’t let her be
The Captain’s cabin, nowhere to flee
The dark skinned princess, the turning key

The naked savage, pasty and white
The helpless maiden, trying to fight
Her shackles holding, the rivets tight
Her hymen ripping, the longest night

The Captain’s cabin, better than hold
The crew so lusty, so she is told
The Princess serving, the Captain old
Cabin girl lucky, first to be sold

The lookout calling, the sight of port
Charleston harbor, with Sumter fort
The slaves in coffle, the slaver court
The bidding raucous, the baser sort

Helpless and naked, by whips they’re cowed
A planter bidding, edge of the crowd
His wallet fatter, better endowed
His eyes afire, haughty and proud

The highest bidder, leading away
Taken to stable, having no say
Dressed as a pony, the shame filled day
Clitty ring piercing, jingle bells play

Dreadlocks and harness, jingle bells sing
Hoof boots and tail, a whip to sting
Bit gagged and helpless, her passion bring
Pony girl prances, around the ring

Slave girl Atisha, naked and hot
Her tail implanted, it hurts a lot
The cracker popping, the running snot
The crackers laughing, her day is shot

Leading his pony, out in the street
Broken to harness, training complete
Pony cart pulling, taking his seat
Pussy lips dripping, complete defeat