Transformed and adrift in a city, Dwyn drank with one who showed pity. When she fell down drunk, That rascally skunk Contracted her as a joy kitty. Awakening, Dwyn was struck spitless, But the signing had had a good witness. They said Dywn must serve Every lecher and perve, Though she tried to beg off for unfitness. The lash proved a darn good persuader. Dwyn leaped to the task when they bade her. How chagrinned she did feel When that treacherous heel Came for an hour and paid her.

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Sir Pran had long misbehaved And he got, step by step, more depraved. Transformed by court fiat, His resentful slave Niat Decided to get "him" enslaved. She had a bold lover in tow Called Trax and he gave her the go. When his draft of sleep Had made Pran doze deep They took "him" to the town of Po. Now Trax has two harlots to run, Two beauties for gold and for fun. Niat in her leisure Trained Pran to give pleasure With arts that could not be outdone.

Khorr, a new Ruk-girl, got ripe With thoughts of a disturbing type. This dream gave her stir: She was giving teur To louts of a very low stripe. To town came a traveling band; The girls they'd brought in wore the brand. These enbonded misses Were selling slave kisses To men who put coins in their hand. The tent lord owned many a whore, But a new girl stopped in worth a score. In a sorry state With gross needs to sate, She crossed her wrists, did the wench Khorr.

The End