Told through a familiar medium

Jesse hadn’t really been able to keep up with the plot... distracted as she was by the penis in her own rectum, sympathy for the players involved and anxious eye catching how ‘Derrick’ was very obviously flirting with both Miranda and John behind her back.

Lizzy, however, seemed utterly gripped by the tale being told. Bobbing her little hips upon her fiance’s lap out of basic, ingrained muscle-memory, yet more than happy to explain to her classmate every little detail that was going on.

It would seem the story followed the twin prince and princess of an ancient, faraway kingdom. After the loss of their mother and remarriage of their father, they had started taking solace in each other's bed. An act they were caught in the middle of during the opening scene of the play… It would seem the new queen had learned of their taboo activities and set them up to be found out humiliatingly before all the royal court. Thus forcing their own father to publicly exile them and name her own son as the heir apparent.

Jesse struggled to dissolve herself in the fantasy struggles of a pair of incestuous, pampered royalty. Ideas of familial inheritance and the loss of a mother ringing slightly hollow against a Home-raised femboy who'd never even known her own. Still, she could see how the insidious political maneuvering among blood-related empires might appeal to the theatre's paying audience.

The twins were abandoned in the desert, wandering for days with little food or water and, of course, still making love nigh constantly. There was an actually fairly touching scene, where both thought that this would be the last time they embraced… before they were suddenly set upon by a band of colourful bandits and captured. It turned out this group was part of a roving band of **** takers and circus entertainers, who were famed for 'finding the prettiest fillies in the land' and turning them into erotic performers and courtesans 'that no man or woman could resist!'

The slutwife observing found it a little jarring that the eccentric gaggle of comedic stereotypes began singing and dancing almost immediately as they had the exiled siblings in chains. The poor teenage foils were dragged hither and tither across the stage in a whirlwind of slapstick introductions, being tossed around like juggling pins as their already ragged clothes were torn from them. It actually looked... a lot of fun. Which Jesse rather felt being taken into slavery against your will traditionally wasn’t. Thank goodness the algorithm had stepped in and rid the world of such practices. Now only people who actually wanted to ended up in chains and collars... Her own small and girlish frame started to imagine being lifted up and thrown around by a group of muscular strangers she’d just met, and her heart fluttered a little at the thought. Suddenly, amidst all the chaos… a new character stood out as oddly familiar.

The prince and princess were placed in the hands of Velavanda, the strict and exacting beauty who had trained many of the greatest love-slaves ever to have lived. The woman was part teacher, part acrobatics trainer, part sorceress. She began educating the disowned royals in how to best use their bodies to please others through all manner of harsh and elaborate methods. Teaching them more about the world they had lived so sheltered away from at the same time, and clearly building a certain affection and admiration for the pair of them. The twins soon became star attractions of the travelling show, coming up with intricate, erotic dance routines and partaking in all manner of orgies and gangbangs with men and women, rich and poor, young and old.

By now, Jesse was just as invested in the story unfolding as Lizzy was. The midway interval had come and gone, where both sluts had been treated to icecream… though its flavour was ruined a little by the salty taste of what they had done to earn it. The displays of lurid flexibility and sordid skill the young actors were displaying below piqued both dedicated students’ interests. Their own training had always mostly centred around the more practical methods one could please their current masters… but all this over-the-top showboating and swinging-from-silk sword-swallowing opened a world of new opportunities in their submissive minds. They couldn’t help but imagine the praise and admiration they might win if they learned to entertain their owners-to-be with such parlour tricks.

The play came into its final act with the revelation that the troupe would be returning to the kingdom of their birth, some two years after they’d left. Their fame had spread far and wide… and were to perform before the royal court itself. Velavanda helped them prepare their most spectacular show yet, and they practiced it day and night. When the time came to perform it, they wowed everyone completely… and so different had they grown in looks and mannerisms that no-one recognised them. The king was so impressed, that he bought them immediately… to serve in his personal harem. Both twins got to return to their life of opulence and safety, though they lamented that they could never reveal to their father who they really were. When he passed away, their stepmother’s son did indeed become king… but so smitten was he with his half-siblings, that he elected to marry them both! The twins became joint queens of the country they had been exiled from, and their reign was long and fruitful.

The curtain descended and the actors stepped out to bow. The two main stars liberally splattered with accumulated semen. Jesse and Lizzy leaned out from the balcony to offer rapturous applause, along with a room full of equal celebration. Both slutwives continued to discuss the plot excitedly, all the way to the private after-room. Which Derrick had already booked to contain wine, cigars, and a bed wide enough for everyone to share.