"Whip me!" he hissed.
And they did.
Over
and over
and over
again.
Lulled and drawn in by the
Pulse and the gaze
Of a mass of masqueraded meat,
I, in my "Captain Canada" costume
Bop with 'tude
Under the scaffold,
Oppressed by the random fondlings and thrusts.
Ouch!
She writhes in bondage, gesticulating and snarling.
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