In the Boss`s coils Barb is well wrapped,
She now is thoroughly trapped.
Having lost all her honour,
With what they have on her,
She could be literally and metaphorically strapped.
Barb`s future is now looking black,
She`ll do her work on her back.
It may involve sucking,
And a great deal of fucking,
And she won`t be allowed to slack.
Barb’s eyes with dismay opened wide;
“But this is just blackmail!” she cried.
“Well yes, this is true,
But if I were you,
I’d swallow my wounded pride.”
Barb said: “Tough luck, I don’t swallow.
Dire consequences will follow.
One call to D.C.
And you’ll pretty soon see
How your threats are just empty and hollow.”
“If you think I will fall for that guff,”
Said the Boss, “then it’s your luck that’s tough.
They won’t send marines,
Which effectively means,
I’m delighted to call your bluff.”
“We’ll keep all your sex tapes right here,
If you’re good, then you’ve nothing to fear…
But if you’re remiss,
Then you might as well kiss
Goodbye to your glittering career!”
They`re arranging a little soiree,
And Barb has a big part to play.
The Boss, Senator Mo
And Big Fred all want a go,
She`ll agree, or a big price she`ll pay.
Of Two Barbs, this is the tale
In which our interest will never fail.
The Boss, who`s the host,
Decides who suffers most,
And who makes the loudest wail.
Involved in some heavy sexual traffic,
With acts, both hetero and Sapphic.
Barb`s still unaware
As the Boss and Fred stare,
At that tape, so lurid and graphic.
In the proceedings, Barb is enrapt,
Not realising that she`s being trapped.
Her initial protest
Is feeble at best,
And she`ll stay to watch the girls strapped.
Barb’s ambassadorial duties,
Involve watching floggings of beauties,
She’ll suffer the same
If she won’t play their game
And recruit many more little cuties.
At first reluctant to look,
Barb saw how those asses shook.
As Delia`s fingers played,
From the pathway Barb strayed,
Now she`s really caught on the hook.
With the whip, Barb was put to the test,
Her efforts were feeble, at best.
Her own ass will be toast,
Were the thoughts of her host,
Not to mention her firm jiggling chest.
Rome in a day weren’t constructed..
And Barb’s progress is likewise obstructed.
From Roger and Leo,
She’d like to be free-o,
Goes walking and then gets abducted!
As she’s handcuffed with hands behind back,
Barb thinks things have gone quite off track.
From tropical idyll
To pig-in-the-middle,
Getting shafted from front and from back…
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