Seminal Torture Lyrics

Ned thought he was cool.
He started a special men's club. On Tuesdays they would meet in his shed.
Kneeling on picnic blankets, they all nude up wearing nothing but socks.

"I'd like to thank you for all your continued support. Now I'll pass round the bowl."
He hands Bill an empty 2-liter ice cream tub. Bill is masturbating. Sweat starts to bead on his brow.
Semen splashes against the plastic. Grunting softly Bill milks out his very last drop.

Ned is last to squeeze one into the tub in front of all his guests.
Bruce enters with a hot blonde, dragging her by the hair.
"Please follow me downstairs."

Cold musty basement, shackled and head restrained.
Ned whispers to her "Frankly my dear, you are fucked."
Today's takings are added to the monthly supply above her head the valve is opened.

Thirty men cram quickly into the cold dark space, their socks shuffling on the concrete.
Cum drips in her eyes and mouth.
Tortured for hours, then Bruce stomps her semen soaked head in.