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A Dream Comes True
A tale of Zhor
By Overlord
| A Ruk girl's sweet dreams were a shocker; Jai imagined herself a streetwalker. Her slave loins ablazing, You'd not find her lazing; If one paid a fee he could knock her. By day, though, Jaijan was so prim And all thought of sex remained dim. She dressed unalluring, 'Spite lust strongly stirring, Till she kissed a lleif on a whim. He said, "What a cup-girl you'd make. "At selling hollt you'd take the cake." This was what she'd thought; His words magic wrought And Jai crossed her wrists for the rake. |
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He left Jai's nightclothes on the floor And just a slave collar she wore. Their very first stop Was a run-down wine shop Full of seamen come ashore. Jai realized she oozed sex appeal When many rude hands copped a feel. How the girl gasped When a hand her breast clasped And the owner suggested a deal. In a finger's snap was the girl sold, A harlot whom tars could enfold. Every dream that Jai dreamed Could be realized, it seemed, As her slave nature took a firm hold. |
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