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What a fabulous picture Barb paints,
Of herself locked in steel restraints,
Spreadeagled and nude
In a manner most lewd,
And tortured until she faints!
 
Juanita says “turn up the voltage,
Let’s give her some powerful joltage!”
Marko says “sure!”,
Turns the dial to four,
And Barb screams at this shocking assaultage.
 
Big Fred has achieved the goal
To embed with the rebels a mole.
He will soon know where
Is their underground lair,
And what’s left of their hostage, poor soul!
 
Twenty-five million in cash,
Or we’ll turn Barbara Moore into ash.
That would be a pity,
As she looks rather pretty
When she’s twisting under the lash!
 
In a cellar that reeks of fear and stale piss,
Why must Barb suffer like this?
With each passing hour,
The rebels demonstrate their power,
And Juanita, pure unadulterated bliss!
 
As she loads up more rocks on the cart,
Kelly feels her whip-injuries smart.
It is, it would seem,
A very harsh regime,
Of which she’s unwillingly part.
 
In a scenario beyond her worst dreams,
She`d filled that cellar with screams.
Now, naked, unkempt,
She awaits a rescue attempt,
But the situation may not be what it seems.
 
Barb`s torture, being faithfully recorded,
To Juanita, great pleasure afforded.
The upper class slut,
In her place has been put,
By being both shocked and waterboarded.
 
Barb, once high classed and chic,
A captive for less than a week.
Juanita`s quite sure
That she now has the whore,
Suitably submissive and meek.
 
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