Two Sisters Fair

Two princesses were raised, two sisters fair,
With the same cherubic face, the same golden hair.
So alike in looks, in manner, in heart,
That not even their parents could tell them apart.

For most of their youth, their lives were as one.
They studied, ate, and played in unison.
They were equally gentle, loving, and kind.
Identical in body, identical in mind.

But sometime after their nineteenth birthday,
One poor sister was carried away.
Stolen from her bed in the dead of night,
With no trace to be found when arrived morning light.

A great search began, no expenses were spared.
But alas, despite all, no good news was shared.
The bereaving kingdom accepted the fact
That one beloved princess would never come back.

From there the girls’ lives began to diverge,
Neither would see them ever converge.
And it would be quite a challenge to find anywhere
Sisters with paths as different as this lovely pair.

One wore lavish dresses and blouses and skirts.
The other wore nothing, unless you count cum and dirt.
Her owners declared, their words quite blunt:
“Clothes would be wasted on this wretched cunt.”

One slept in her bed, soft and warm.
For the other, a cage was always the norm.
It was rusty and cold and altogether too small,
The hapless girl scrunched in a tight weeping ball

One dined on the freshest and rarest of cuisine.
The other lapped gruel, and licked her bowl clean.
The chunky slop tasted awful, like rot and decay.
But to leave the smallest speck meant a whipping that day.

One inspired odes to her wit, charm, and beauty.
The other labeled stupid, ugly, and snooty.
Every day she repeated, unless she wanted the lash,
“I’m stuck up! I’m filthy! I’m nothing but trash!”

One sang so sweetly, those who heard her would weep.
The other’s voice grew raspy from cocks thrust too deep.
She’d choke and she’d gag as they scrubbed her throat raw,
And their jizz burned like fire when it plastered her maw.

One had a smile that could light up a room.
The other trained to smile when spunk filled her womb.
“Thank you for trying to breed this dumb sow!
If your seed takes root, that makes six piglets now!”

One flirted with suitors, accepting love letters with grace.
The other often caned just to remind her her place.
Bruised and battered, beaten and sore,
To make sure she’d envy even the lowest of whores.

One saved her virtue until she found true romance.
The other’s long stolen by a stranger’s unwashed lance.
Her first taste of a man had immediately followed,
Her blood wet on his shaft as she licked and she swallowed.

When one eventually married, the people celebrated for days.
The only knot her sister tied was with mangy strays.
The screaming girl was mated to over a dozen filthy mutts.
They pumped their bitch full of puppy juice, in mouth, cunt, and guts.

And one had a secret that she never did tell:
That the fate of her sister she knew very well.
She’d provided the plan, the money, the keys,
To make her twin vanish with swift silent ease.

Why suffer a sister when she could rule alone?
Why share when she deserved to sit on the throne?
She shed not one tear for her sister’s cruel life,
When she wept, it was of joy to be queen and wife.

Nine years later, under hot summer sun,
Where once lived two sisters, now would be only one.
Her broken body tossed in an open grave,
As she sobbed and she pled for her life to be saved.

“I swear I’ll be better! I swear I’ll work hard!
This whore knows she’s loose and worn out and scarred!
But she’ll make you so happy! She’ll earn your thick seed!
She can do what you want, she can be what you need!”

“A toilet that hums as she guzzles your piss?
A fucktoy devoted to causing you bliss?
A punching bag eager to bleed and to break?
Just say it, please masters, whatever it takes!”

A shovelful of dirt rained down on her head.
That was their answer: they just wanted her dead.
In time her pleas grew quiet and still,
And she was left to rot there, on that unmarked hill.

That night, her sister woke from a dream,
Of a woman whose eyes smoldered and gleamed.
She’d said “I forgive you, O sister of mine.
For I see that once more will our paths intertwine.”

She woke to find herself already muzzled and bound.
Her body in chains as she was dragged along the ground.
The men she’d once hired had come back for more.
“Sister’s used up. We need a new whore.”

The kingdom’s lovely queen was never seen again,
Except by a certain select group of men.
They’d learned from her sister how to train a slave fast,
How to break one, and mold one, and make their toy last.

Three happy decades quickly scrubbed from her soul,
Replaced with the knowledge she was just tits and holes.
Not a queen, not a princess, just a hapless bitch,
Pumping out royal brats that were tossed in a ditch.

For fun, they made her fuck horses and dogs.
For fun, they choked her with their fat dirty logs.
For fun, she was branded, pierced and tattooed.
For fun, they broke fingers and shat in her food.

And every day they mocked her as she sobbed and wept.
“If we’d known you were THIS lazy, your sister we’d have kept.
You’re even stupider and uglier and snootier than her.
Ahhh, if only we’d known how lucky we were!”

“Your sister could swallow our cocks with a smile.
Your sister didn’t hesitate to lap up her bile.
Your sister stayed tight no matter what we stuffed in.
Your sister never whined about what should’ve been.”

“Now we’re stuck with you, the lesser royal slut.
The pathetic horse fucker with holes that won’t shut.
So remember when you bleed, when you scream, when you blister,
It’s all because we wish that you were your sister.”

It took twenty years, but where one sister lay,
The other was at last consigned ‘neath the same dirt and clay.
Their paths had been winding, but their destination the same.
Once more united, in death and in shame.

Two fucktoys were buried, two sisters disgraced,
Both died in despair, their bodies defaced.
Alike again in looks, in manner, in heart,
And never again would they be apart.