Siblings

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of EmmaS

- do not use without the author's permission.

Black Irish siblings,    waiting in stall Standing in terror,    afraid we’ll fall Taken by slavers,    after the ball New ponies needed,    a casting call     Drops in our cocktails,    passing out drunk Waking hung over,    bound in a trunk Face to face naked,    the dirty skunk Hogtied together,    our chances sunk     Passing a border,    an endless night The tires humming,    struggle and fight Dosed with Viagra,    genitals tight Hard-on for sibling,    just isn’t right     Sister Kate dripping,    nipples in cone Pheromones filling,    into the zone High tight and horny,    my growing bone Siblings in trouble,    ourselves alone     Taken on stretcher,    in through a door Pony girl training,    forever more White slaver magic,    the furthest shore Siblings together,    wet to the core     Dressed in black leather,    our arms in sleeves Corsets and collars,    weak in the knees Double leg stocking,    we’re bound to please High heeled hobble,    pony prick tease     Taken to auction,    hopping along Short hops mandated,    treated so wrong Siblings in harness,    sound of a gong Bidders come gather,    sold for a song     Taken as cargo,    crated in hold Naked together,    never gets cold Spiked water drinking,    my organ bold High hard and horny,    the siblings sold     New Mistress chuckles,    Moll Flanders grins “Welcome home subbies,    Black Irish Twins” “Pony proud porno,    quiver your chins” “Footage fantastic,    money in bins”