The hookers of Dahr were Ro's prey, Who for profit and fun had his way. Rohar ran afoul Of a judge with a scowl, And learned that crime just doesn't pay. As a Ruk girl Ro lived on "his" stealing, With cronies she did loan-shark dealing. But the girls she'd made foes Were some bad alcove hoes; They found thoughts of vengeance appealing. One lass lured Ro out to the back Where the others sprang out in a pack. Well-bound and well-gagged To a house she was snagged, To be strapped her down upon a slave rack.

In shackles she couldn't protest The arcoy in which she was dressed. They let down her hair, Gave her lip paint to wear, And left unconcealed were her breasts. Rose water now made her smell sweet; They put dagger heels on her feet. She angrily spoke, "Now you've had your joke. "So let me go," she yelled in peak. They laughed at a wench so naïve; To think that they'd e'er let her leave. She'd be taught a lesson And learn a profession, The oldest of all, we believe.

With ripeness her hips came to sway, In a girlish and sensual way. With twyls they strapped on She was impaled upon; Love lessons went on every day. Harlots know all the techniques, And drilling them in took some weeks. New feelings came on her, Of men she grow fonder. For her now they held a mystique. They strong-armed Rohar to a den, Where waited the worst among men. He liked her pert pair, He liked her black hair. She joined in a stable of ten.

Darv clutched at Ro's luscious, firm hips As anger bent her ruby lips. And how the girl winced As her boobs Darvor pinched, As from her the arcoy he rips. He ran his fingers through her curls (He liked to do this with his girls), His great organ aching, 'Twas time for lovemaking. He'd get her used to having zerhlz. Ro looked with dread on the man nude; How that spear of hard flesh did protrude. Though she might resist, Her lips he hot-kissed. She got brolled, and well, by this dude.

Though Rohar bounced strongly and bucked, She still got extremely well fucked. She howled in hate At her sordid fate, And cursed the black day she had been Ruked. The girl that Darv held was hot stuff; He used her hard and he got rough. Being trained as a whore, Her peren grew sore As he drove his long tool through her muff. For many days one bed they shared; That's how raw trulls are prepared. Ro earned the ho's name When she mightily came. She'd learn to brol well, you would swear.

''Twas time now to take her downtown, Still naked, with both her hands bound. A blacksmith Darv sought For his iron red hot. Ro shrieked as the brand he pressed down. Become a dabul under law, Ro had no hope, nor had a bra. Just a common vaecwei Whose role was sexy, She had no defense, that she saw. "As an alcove girl, you'll be the best," Darv said as he played with her breast. To an alley he took her, To ply as a hooker. Her looks made the lechers impressed.

Ro hated this life of hard work, 'Speci'lly in the rain and murk. But each day she learned mo' And became a good ho, A street lass who served a cheap crook. Today she's a wench of that type, An alcove slave sexy and ripe. Her her hot lust unbounded, Her passion unsounded, The rep she has isn't just hype. Ro's been on the street for ten years; In earning coins she has no peers. The cleads all get jealous Because she's so zealous And outdoes them all, it appears.