They like a girl to strip herself
They like a girl to strip herself,
these guys stood round me staring.
One of them holds a whip.
"Strip!"
Obey,
be vulnerable,
give them no more need
to brute-manhandle me.
Slide off my shorts,
my sandals,
open my shirt,
down to my underwear,
demeaned and stark.
While they take photos,
trophies of their prey,
flick off my bra,
bare my white breasts
for the electric surge.
Proof-pictured
in the camera-glare,
my girlhood blending
with their steel machines,
my body bent
to their metallic will.
I eye with fear,
my mastering men.
for now they've penetrated me,
see in my slavegirl soul,
my naked spirit
pliant to serve...
Slip off my thong.
So, with my final shred of pride
tossed to the floor,
I count each endless moment,
wait to endure,
strapped skin to steel,
the electrodes' talon-clench.
My world shrunk down
to this, the Torture Chamber,
men, me, my nakedness, my pain ...