0 comments/ 37581 views/ 8 favorites Cinderella By: Lily St. Claire Once upon a time, in a land not so far from our own, there lived a young slave girl named Cinderella. Beautiful was the word most used to describe young Cinderella, though sensual, lovely, luscious and supple also were heard when villagers dwelled near the castle grounds. Cinderella however, did not think herself so pretty, for she was humble, a mere slave and quite modest. She prided herself on being a good slave to her Master and Mistress, though they barely noticed her among the many slaves and servants they kept at their magnificent castle. The Master's daughters, Rose and Madeline noticed her though. The two daughters noticed Cinderella's beauty many times, for they had heard praises of it often in the village and in the slave market. Both daughters fancied themselves the most beautiful in the village and were quite annoyed at the attention being turned on a slave. Cinderella tried to take little insult in their treatment of her, for after all, it was her life to serve them, but still, she was tormented by them and wished her Master and Mistress would have the girls married quickly so they would leave the castle. Even as Cinderella worked in the vast halls of the Castle, scrubbing carefully the exquisite vases from exotic lands of Asia, she felt the eyes of Rose and Madeline on here, summing up the supple curves of Cinderella's body as she worked. Cinderella quickly shifted in the tightness of her corset and skirts. Her Master and Mistress were kind enough to allow her clothing to wear, while many slaves were expected to be nude while working, for the pleasure of their masters. After several incidents of other slaves touching and pawing Cinderella, her Master and Mistress finally allowed her clothing, but only when cleaning. Her Mistress in particular preferred Cinderella in her proper Pony attire of leather strapping, with a sleek black saddle and bit. Mercifully, a knock sounded at the door and the daughters ran, curious to the door to see if one of their many suitors had called upon them. Cinderella sighed. She could take no more pinching and spanking from the girls. Attending to the Chinese vase her Mistress treasured, Cinderella saw a very tall man in splendid blue velvet robes enter the castle with many page boys. The man spoke and from some sense of his authority, she put down the scrubbing cloth and stood at attention as he spoke, "I bring a message from the King!" he roared. "The King searches for a bride for his son, Prince Laurent. A grand ball will be held a fortnight from now, and His Majesty wishes every maiden to attend, no matter of status nobility. His majesty orders it. Every maiden shall be allowed to attend if she so wishes." Instantly, Cinderella saw Rose and Madeline squeal and as the messenger left the castle, the two girls began ordering their servants to begin preparing their gowns... "Oh, which one shall I wear? The red brocade gown? Oh no, red is scandalous...pink shall be so much more delicate, don't you think, Rose?" Rose has much to say, and none of it any use to anyone, as usual. A few of the slave girls stood naked in the halls, stalling in going back to their duties. They pondered the message delivered. One pretty slave girl named Rebecca, mused to herself with a dreamy smile. She spoke to the slave boy next to her who busied himself dusting a statue of Venus rising from the foam, "Christopher, imagine! Slaves will be able to attend the King's ball!" Madeline overheard and instantly squashed the girl's happiness, "And what makes you think the Prince would have eyes for a wretch like you?" Rebecca lowered her eyes and scampered away. Cinderella looked on in disgust. "Ah, Cinderella. You plan to attend the ball, do you, my dear?" Rose joined in the taunting. "I would like to go My Lady, yes." Cinderella answered truthfully. "Hmmm, shame then." Rose quipped. "We shall need you as a pony girl and I doubt the Prince will be so enchanted with your beauty while you are strapped to our carriage as a horse...and dear...do not think I shall not whip that supple backside of yours until it is red and splotchy. Go to the ball if you wish, dear, but I promise, we will see to it that you are an embarrassment." With those words, both girls turned, their velvet and satin skirts twirling with their turns and their heeled slippers clicking on the floor with their cold laughter. Cinderella had never heard words so cold, from such jealous and vindictive women such as Rose and Madeline. Cinderella vowed that she would attend the ball, Pony Girl or not. * * * The day of the ball neared and Cinderella spent every waking hour that was spared her, gathering scraps of material from the seamstress's basket, tiny beads from old dresses the daughters had thrown in trash barrels and tiny flowers she had woven together from blossoms in the garden. She had managed to stitch together a simple but elegant gown that if she had a chance to escape her duty as pony to their carriage, she would slip on and enter the ballroom. She had faith that she would be so lucky. * * * The night of the ball, Cinderella properly dressed herself in her Pony strapping, her boots high up on her knees and the tiny spurs protruding from her heels. She fluffed the delicate but thick bushel of horsehair at her backside and combed it to silky perfection, fixing her long black hair up into a similar pony-tail at the crown of her head. She fixed the little woven flowers to the strapping for decoration, and secured the saddle which was rarely used and would not be used tonight either. Still, she was required to wear it. Her long black leather gloves fit tightly to her arms and wrists, and she tried desperately not to shift in the tightness of the strapping fixed around her breasts, pushing them up and making them all too exposed. Quickly she ran out of the castle, carrying the little bundle of her dress with her, and she stuffed it beneath the seat of the carriage, hiding it carefully. She went back to attend to her tormenting mistresses, who demanded she fix their hair, their make up, their stockings and their gowns. Cinderella did her duty, then joined the other ponies who were being carefully strapped in front of the carriage by a particularly strong and muscular Page boy. Cinderella stood gracefully, clicking the hard heels of her boots against the cobblestone ground as the Page came to her, fixing his massive hands over her shoulders and attaching the pulls to her. He was looking at her breasts and Cinderella blushed as she felt her nipples harden. The page took notice and smiled almost wickedly, "You should dance at the ball...the Prince would surely be rock hard at the site of your charms." "I care not what you think." She replied almost haughtily. The Page simply brushed his hand over the swell of her breasts, and she shivered. She felt the carriage lurch forward. The ponies were soon on their way to the palace of the King, pulling along the daughters of a fine noble family. * * * The Palace was alive and maidens from all over the kingdom pranced proudly about in their finest silks and velvets, many of the ladies baring their rosy breasts over their bodices, displaying their charms for the prince. Cinderella saw Rose and Madeline prance into the Palace doors, their pride far outweighing their worth. Cinderella looked behind her, waiting for a moment to steal away and fetch her dress in the seat of the carriage. Upon glancing back, she noticed a mysterious woman dressed in solid black lace, and nothing else, standing near the carriage. It seemed that the woman held a staff with a crystal ball at the head of it. The woman was quite stunning but in a very unusual manner, with brightly colored hair of several shades of red, pink and orange. Her eyes blazed bright unnatural blue-green and her smile revealed teeth that were slightly sharp. "Cinderella." The mysterious woman whispered. She knows my name? Cinderella mused. But how? Still, Cinderella was compelled to approach this woman. "My lady? Do I know you?" The strange woman laughed in a sinister manner. Cinderella shivered but looked at the woman's lace covered full breasts and the shady patch of hair at the center of her thighs that Cinderella could swear was glistening beneath the lace, and she felt herself grow warm between her legs. "Ah, sweet Cinderella, I have watched you for a very long time. I am here at your service, precious one...to help you." "Help me?" "Yessss..." the woman reached out to Cinderella and touched the fullness of her breast, running a single finger over Cinderella's nipple, making it perk up and become hard and dark pink. "I can assure you that the prince will be yours, my dear...I can make you the finest creature at the ball...the ultimate beauty, and he will succumb to you....you need only let me experience your body...feel your energy..." She was not sure how it happened, but all equilibrium seemed to turn to chaos in her mind and the woman was touching her now, hands on her breasts and in her hair, tongue snake-like and talented, flickering against her nipples, nipping and sucking. Cinderella felt herself become weak. She touched the lacy black material of the woman's dress. This woman was a witch...but had captured Cinderella in her spell. Cinderella felt the woman's nipples under the lace and had a strong desire to suck them. The witch lifted her black lace skirts and let Cinderella crawl up under the lace to catch her pert nipples in her mouth and suck them steadily, then in a fever, Cinderella lowered herself to the woman's navel and poked her tongue inside the shallow hole, hearing the witch moan with passion. The witch opened her legs. Cinderella felt the eyes of others looking on but did not care. This witch's passion meant everything to her. She found the thatch of moist hair at the witch's thighs and spread it open with her fingers, then plunged her tongue into the wet depths of the witch's delicious pussy. Feeling the witch's hands on her backside, kneading it and then opening her pussy lips to display Cinderella to the admiring onlookers, Cinderella licked and sucked at the clit of the witch until she felt the depths of the woman's pussy spasm and she cried out, releasing herself with the witch's orgasm. "So lovely, dear, so lovely...you are truly a good slave. Now for my promise...a simple task...come, my dear." The witch simply raised her arms and Cinderella felt knocked off her feet. Her head was spinning, dizziness overcomeing her, a cramp paining her ribs and she doubled over, falling it seemed from out of the sky...until... The pain and dizziness was suddenly...gone. Cincerella opened her eyes and saw the garden of the palace, empty and the blazing lights from the ballroom of the palace alive and sweltering with people. I have gone mad! Cinderella thought. Yet, I am at the palace...at the ball! And Cinderella looked down, and gasped. Her pony straps were gone. Her lithe body was covered just barely in a thin and almost transparent sheath of silk and chiffon, with thousands of glass beads carefully attached to the thin whispy fabric. On her feet were the most beautiful and delicate slippers made of glass. Cinderella looked around her. The witch was gone. She sighed and pressed her hand to her chest. Looking in the mirror pool of the fountain pond, Cinderella saw that her dress was quite thin and she could easily see the dark pink of her nipples through the white chiffon. Quickly, not wanting to waste time, she ran up the steps to the palace and introduced herself to the palace guards, who assumed her to be a lady of nobility by the finery of her dress. To announce the new arrival at the ball, the Palace guard turned and sounded his trumpet, "Lords and Ladies! Lady Cinderella LaPordonte!" Cinderella curtsied as she walked down the red carpet and eyes turned to stare at her. She saw the angry eyes of Rose and Madeline, who were lingering competitively near the Prince. Turning gracefully, the Prince saw Cinderella and seemed to forget about the ladies hovering about him. "Ah, true beauty!" he sighed. "Tell me your name?" "I am Cinderella, my Prince, slave in the house of Erinmore." He sighed then, "Slave then? A slave that outshines the most beautiful nobles in my father's kingdom! Bring me your charms, beautiful one, I wish to taste your delicacies even here with these people as witness." Cinderella obeyed, drawing close to him and she almost gasped when his mouth covered hers in a strong and passionate kiss. He released her then and smiled his approval. He snapped his fingers and instantly two strong pages were next to him, "Unlace this dress she wears, I wish to touch her." Cinderella smiled and felt the warm wetness between her legs as the pages gently unlaced her dress and exposed her breasts, the nipples hard and waiting to be suckled. The Prince wasted no time in doing so, and the Pages lifted Cinderella off her feet and up into the air as the Prince sucked and licked at her hardened nipples, sliding his hand up her thin skirts to feel between her legs the warm and moist pussy glistening and ready for him. "But she is not supposed to attend! How dare you, wretched girl!" an angry scream came from the direction of Madeline. The Prince snapped his attention up and looked angrily in their direction, "What say you? Interrupt my passion with this girl?" Madeline scurried forward nervously, wishing she had not been so careless as to lose her temper and allow her jealousy to show. "She is a slave in my parents house, Sire, and she served as a mere Pony Girl tonight. I know not where she got these clothes, Sire, stolen maybe....she is a horrid wretch, and I meant to spare you from here. I told her she could not go Sire. I feared she would steal from the palace and this gown proves me correct! It is surely a gown of the Queen's or your dear sister, Princess Angelica. I will see to it that the gown is returned to her..." "I own no such gown." Came a bored sound from Princess Angelica, who stood near the grand fountain, preferring to busy herself with a strong Page who pleasured her by suckling her smallish breasts. "Nor I." Stated Queen Annalee, who sat near the window, looking on this fiasco with interest in her eyes. "Then you, Madame, accuse this girl falsely. And you defy royal orders. My father wished every maiden to attend who wished to do so. You wished to keep the most exquisite treasure from me...this...Cinderella?" the Prince stared at her with ice blue eyes. "I...I..." Madeline stammered. "You will obey royal orders now, then. Daughter of Erinmore, you shall stand quietly and shed no tears. Your eyes shall not move from Cinderella...as I take her here before you." Madeline almost groaned in despair. The Prince ordered his Pages to bring Cinderella to the front of the room where a large velvet covered divan sat between the two royal thrones of his parents. The Pages laid her down on the velvet divan as the crowd looked on, pushing lightly to see better the Prince as he kneeled on the divan beside Cinderella. The Pages brought Madeline then to the divan as well, and she obeyed the Prince's order to not look away. She glared at Cinderella fiercely. The Prince's mouth was on Cinderella's breasts once more, his hands exploring her supple body, over her thighs and between her legs to her secret lips, opening them, pushing his fingers into her and her hips moving against him with fierce motion. The Prince snapped his fingers again and the Pages moved to spread Cinderella's legs open further and hold them in the air. The Prince unfastened his breeches and removed his long, thick length of cock to the whispers and admiration of the crowd as they strained to look on. He placed the head of his swollen cock at the dark patch of hair between Cinderella's legs and hesitated for a moment, enjoying Cinderella's wetness. He looked at Madeline, who looked as if she had eaten a sour lemon, and he suddenly drove his organ into Cinderella, making her buck up against him. He rode her hard and fierce, plunging into her hot depths and back out again. The Prince rocked her and heard her sigh and moan in pleasure, his hips slamming into her again and again until he lifted her up and turned her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind, riding her. Cinderella began moaning loudly, which the Prince admired but thought it was a bit too loud for a proper lady, so again he snapped his fingers and ordered his Pages to quiet her. Cinderella delighted at the Prince's order when the two pages opened their breeches and removed their thick, hard cocks and held them over her, letting her lick and suck them one after the other as the Prince slammed into her. Cinderella tasted the Pages bittersweet cream and she pushed her mouth over the larger cock's shaft, sucking at it with all the power she had. She felt the Prince's cock twitch inside her and she knew he would come soon. She took the Pages cocks and aimed them at her breasts, feeling hot cream hit her breasts and nipples, loving the feeling of it. Prince Laurent slammed into her one final thrust and then released his seed into her, hot and thick, making her shudder with a last orgasm. Her body went rigid and the Prince withdrew from her, kissing her back and shoulders as he gave a wicked glance to a steaming angry Madeline. "Ah, my Cinderella...yes, beauty...I shall have you as my bride." Despite many fallen hearts, the crowd dutifully cheered and Cinderella was lifted up by the pages and displayed before the crowd. "My maids shall clean you pleasurably dear...my bride." Prince Laurent ordered and instantly several lovely girls appeared dressed in nothing but white sarongs, their breasts only decorated by tiny pearls on their nipples. The maids kneeled before Cinderella and took her breasts in their quick and talented tongues, licking and sucking the bittersweet cream of the Pages off her skin. Cinderella had never felt such decadence before. The Prince kissed her hand and parted with her to visit his mother who now played card games with some of the noble ladies in the parlor. He would tell his mother he found his bride. In the ballroom, the maids finished cleaning Cinderella and Cinderella accepted flowers from the crowd, kissing nobles as their future Queen. "Oh Cinderella!" she heard the voice of Rose, who smiled with a fake and hurtful smile that made her face like plaster. "I wanted you to come, really I did. It was Madeline who wanted you to stay at the castle. I have always had a fondness for you, only I feared revealing because of my hateful sister." "You speak riddles, Rose." Cinderella jeered. "I do not, my...my Lady." It hurt her to say it. "I do wonder, you shall need ladies in waiting to attend on you, Cincerella and I can do the job well. I could live at the palace with you as your best maid!" Hipocrasy! The nerve of her! Cinderella let a wicked grin spread across her face, "Of course you may, Rose. Live in the Palace you shall! It is my first royal order as the future Queen!" Rose beamed now, grinning ear to ear, until Cinderella elaborated more, "You shall live in the Palace! You shall serve in the kitchen, shine the shoes of the Pages and clean the clothing of the lowest maids in the Palace! Just as you wish...My Lady." Cinderella CHAPTER ONE: Cinderella's father was of good fortune. He had a large property and the most charming house in the country town. Cinderella was sixteen, she had lived without a mother since she was ten. She was beginning to blossom in areas she had only read about in books from her father's library she stole looks at, she always wished she had a mother to talk to. It had been just father and daughter for quite some time now, and the large house was beginning to echo in its emptiness. But, one day her father returned home with a new wife and two new sisters, Cinderella was excited at the prospect of a new family to love. They too were excited. Her stepmother, Lady Gweneth, showed love and compassion towards her new daughter, and the sisters were also charming and welcoming in her presence. Ideally this is how Cinderella wanted life to be. And later that night, she went into her father's room to tell him how wonderful she felt and thank him for a new family. At first however, she could not see him. She heard sounds and thought him to be snoring. But this did not account for her new mother being on top of him… Perhaps he is choking, she thought? Lady Gweneth was bouncing up and down on top of her father? Sex had never occurred to Cinderella, she knew nothing about the action. Although she did know about murder, and right now it was on the forefront of her mind. "PAPA!" she screamed. Lady Gweneth stopped. The covers slid off her back to reveal her naked body and her father in his night gown beneath her, eyes wide open, sweat running down the sides of his face. "Sweet heart," he started, but was not fast enough. Cinderella was already out the door, running down the stairs. He started after her. Ran and called to her, "it's natural for husband and wife to do these things." He got to the top of the stairs and saw her at the bottom. "Now darling, come and give me a hug. I'm the same as I've always been." And with that he took a step but tripped and fell down the stairs. He landed with a thud, dead at the base of the stairs. His expressionless eyes staring out at her. "Father!" was heard through out the township. CHAPTER TWO: "I just don't get what they were doing?" Cinderella addressed her sisters, Dum and Dee. "Well they were having sex, of course." Said Dee "Sex?" "You don't know what sex is?" laughed Dum "Yes, I do." Dum and Dee giggled together, their heads bowing down towards each other and their hands reaching for their mouths. "Sex is where the father puts the penis into the mothers vagina." "I hear it feels like scratching a really good itch." CHAPTER THREE: Three years later... One night, when alone in her room, Dum and Dee entered. They were both tall and lean with long straight blonde hair, they even had matching white negligees on. "Hello sister, we were wondering what you were up to." "Neither of us could sleep, so we came to visit." Cinderella sat silently on her bed. "Sister, what is wrong." "I still think about father. It was my fault. I killed him." "No, it was an accident." "But I thought Mother was trying to murder him!" "You didn't know what sex was, it's only natural." Cinderella looked up at them. Did they know those were the last words her father spoke to her? "You can't be afraid of sex. It really is such a wonderful experience." Said Dee "It's more than that, it's amazing. You know it's not just centralised to one area, but the whole body." Dum explained. Cinderella had always thought the most sensual moment was a kiss - though she had never kissed anybody. In the books she read her heart would cry for this very moment. At night her dreams were of her dead father, though the circumstances had changed. Where she had found him that fateful night having sex with her new stepmother, in her dream she found herself in her step mothers place. She awoke, hot and sweaty. Dum leaned closer to Cinderella and whispered into her ear. "More sensual than a kiss; more passionate than words; more explosive than fireworks." Dee had placed her hand on Cinderella's thigh, and she slowly moved it up her leg. Dum leaned over and kissed Cinderella softly on her lips. "What are you doing?" Asked Cinderella. "We are introducing you to becoming a woman." Said Dee "How?" "Let us show you." Said Dum Dum and Dee nodded and moved back on the bed. They began to kiss each other, their hands removing the clothes that bound them. Their naked bodies looked almost identical. Cinderella had never seen another naked body before. She had hardly noticed her own. Their breasts were soft and rounded, like a pear that was ripe to eat. Their skin was smooth, creamy and white; their hair was long and blonde. It shined and danced to the beat of the wind at the window. Although they were still young, they had hair in lower regions. A small shrub, like a rose bush of golden leaves. Their lips touched, slowly, passionately. Their hands explored their own bodies, then found their identical match. Dum laid Dee on the bed. She bent over her and kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her golden rose bush, and then what was behind it. Dee seemed to be enjoying it. "More," she kept whispering, "Don't stop." The most interesting point was that the sisters were out of breath, and yet all they had seemed to do was lie back on the bed. "Oh!" Dee had screamed, "Give me something." And with that order, Dum had turned herself around and sat on her sister's face. With this movement, Dum was now the one that was moaning. Although she had not moved her hand away from the rose bush, she seemed to want to keep her hand on something there. And whatever that something was it was giving Dee much pleasure. And for some reason, it was making Cinderella feel sweaty. All of a sudden, Dum began to scream: "I'm coming!" And with that the sisters lied back on the sheets, their hands holding their bushes as if they feared baldness. "So Cinderella," they turned to her, "you see how amazing it is." Cinderella looked at the girls. She knew she could never do that! And she was wondering how her father had done it. "Come here," said Dee. "I want to show you something." And with that the frigid Cinderella ran from the room. The sisters laughed. CHAPTER FOUR Another two years passed. Cinderella was growing more and more beautiful. With her dark hair and honey skin she was attracting attention when she went to the markets for food. During the days Cinderella went to a nearby river to pick mushrooms and swim in the water. On this particular day, whilst she was swimming a stranger and 10 men and women on horseback came down by the river. Cinderella quietly swam to an area of the river that hid her behind a large boulder. She watched as the men and women dismounted and undressed. She watched patiently as they all danced around in the closing sunlight with their naked bodies free from censure. She watched as each man found himself a maiden and began to kiss her like Dum and Dee had kissed. The leader of the group sat and watched. He did not join in, though many times he was beckoned on. At one point he looked right at Cinderella, though she was sure her hiding place was too good, and she stayed where she was till she finally got tired and swam to a concealed area to get her clothes. The stranger saw the maiden Cinderella with lust. He noticed the way her black hair shone in the sunlight, the way her skin glowed, and her lips shone of rubies untouched. He noticed also that the water was cold and that her nipples were hard. He admired her for watching as his guards and maidens fooled around. The stranger's eye's were following her every move. He had followed her to this concealed area, and hid behind that large boulder watching her naked body become clothed. And when he knew her to be dressed he pretended to enter this area of the river as if by accident. "Hello, fair maiden." He called to her. Cinderella turned and saw the man swimming towards her. He swam to the edge of the river and then stood up and wadded to her. His white pants were now see-through. His chest and his arms were strong and glistened with the water that was still on him. "Surely you cannot be leaving so soon." He remarked. "Why, yes sir, I must." "But how can you leave me when we have only just met." It doesn't take much to confuse Cinderella. For she thought about the comment, and decided that it would be rude just to leave him there alone. She decided to wait till his friends came around to find him. They sat and talked, first about nonsense things, then getting more intimate. Cinderella told him of her father and his death. He, Paul, told her of having to maintain power relations with his own. "Sir," she eventually said, "I must apologise, but I must leave." "Beautiful Cinderella, you leave me all alone, with nothing to remember you by. Surely you wouldn't miss a kiss." He leaned closer to her and drew away the hair that water had stuck to her face. He softly kissed her lips and Cinderella returned it. Slowly Paul led a hand up to where legs meet hips. He caressed her and kissed her, and Cinderella moaned in pleasure. However, when he started to go further, an embarrassed and shocked Cinderella upped and ran away. Paul screamed out behind her, but she kept running. Paul, now on his own, satisfied himself and then slowly swam back to his friends. When he got there he boasted of fortunes he wished he had. CHAPTER FIVE The continuous refusal of Dum and Dee began to reflect on the relations in the family. Cinderella slowly became the family outcast. She was frigid and afraid even when the postman came to the door for his usual payment. Dum and Dee continued to tease Cinderella about her naivety towards men and her own sexuality. They would giggle at her as she blushed when Dee invited the postman in. Then laugh out loud as Dum wrapped her mouth around his cock. Cinderella wasted no time in running out of the room. You can imagine the surprise of the sisters when Cinderella declared an interest in going to the Erotic Ball put on in the name of the prince. She was determined to put down her 'flower' and become a woman, she had said. "Ha ha," they cried, "you don't know the first thing about sex! And what would you wear – your bloomers?!" The continued to laugh loudly as they went back to their room. Cinderella agreed. It had only been a passing thought. After that man Paul had given her a kiss, she was beginning to wonder what it felt like… more than that, she was beginning to want it more than anything. CHAPTER SIX The night of the Ball came and Dum, Dee and Lady Gweneth all got ready for the Ball. They wore masks so they could not be recognised by the other town's people. They left in a fluster of high spirits. Excited and horny, they stepped into the coach with long coats to reveal their costumes at the right time. Cinderella sat and watched as they got dressed, she pondered as they stepped into the coach as to what she would look like. If she was going she would have worn her long dark hair tied loosely back. She would wear a black beaded negligee, with nothing underneath. She danced around by the kitchen dreaming and singing out loud what she would look like. At this very time a prowler was on top of her roof. Tonight was the best night to hit the town because everyone was at the ball. He had done most of the houses already, but on this roof he heard the soft song of a young lady and he peered down the chimney to get a better look. Then whoop. Cinderella jumped at the sound of a large thud behind her, and was almost bowled over when the prowler came tumbling out of her fireplace. "What on earth. Who are you?" She cried. "Well my dear," said he. "I'm your fairy god brother. We are going to have lots of fun getting you ready for that ball." Cinderella's innocence kept her trusting that man. From all the tales she read she was ready to believe that such characters existed and were there for the helping. Although one thing did come up in her mind: "Why haven't you come before?" "I'm a special kind of fairy and you haven't needed me before like you do now." "Now," he started, "the first thing is if you go to this ball you are going to have to know about sex. And that means we have to start with the basics. So for that you and I will have to take our clothes off." Cinderella hesitated, she had never been naked before a man before – or not that she knew of. "Come on, the ball has already started." Cinderella undressed. Wow, thought the prowler, she really is beautiful. With that long dark hair, the honey skin, those long shapely legs…this is going to be fun. The prowler undressed from his ashen clothes and washed his face and hands. "Now the basics of it, love, is that I have a penis, a cock, a dick, or a shaft, what ever you want to call it. Penis sounds rather clinical, so perhaps we should use that term for the moment. You however have a vagina, a cunt, a pussy, et cetera. The most basic thing to remember is that the penis goes into the vagina. But before we get there we may as well have some fun. This stage is called foreplay." "We don't actually have to… um… go all the way do we?" she asked. "Well let's just see how we go." And with that the prowler moved closer to Cinderella and kisser her sweet pear shaped breasts. Cinderella felt amazing. The warmth of his body seemed to flow into her, his lust and his passion circulated through her veins. "Now this doesn't feel so bad does it?" He asked aloud, but his reply was not extinguishable above a moan. Then he moved lower. He kissed her tight stomach as Cinderella lay on the carpet by the fireplace. He then proceeded to kiss a little lower again. He parted the lips of her vulva and licked her concentrating on getting moans out of Cinderella. Softly his tongue danced across her pussy, playfully wanting more and but never giving it. Cinderella was wet. She felt hot and sweaty as desire pumped through her veins. "Ooohhh" moaned Cinderella, "I never thought sex was this good." "We're not up to that part yet," said the expert darting a finger into her and watching her reaction. "I must ask brother, is this not incest?" "No, well maybe, we are related by a magic bond that holds all bodies together for ever. Call it lust, magic, wisdom…call it whatever." "Phase two sees you doing something to me." He started again. "Oh God no. Don't stop! Why are you stopping. Can't you go on for a little bit longer? You can't stop." "We'll have plenty of time for orgasms. Now, start by kissing it softly, then see if you can put it all in your mouth." He led her to his hard cock. The prowler was already hard and ready to enter her, but her experience was essential in preparation for the ball. She was soft in her method – good too for a beginner. In fact, if she got a bit more practice in, this girl would be worth money on the street. "Ok" he said rather quickly, and taking a pause in breath as he lifted her head from his pelvis. "Lets stop that now before I have to come to early. Are you ready to go on?" Cinderella nodded excitedly and bent down to kiss him again. Again the god brother lifted her head and laid her down on the ground, spreading her legs. "Now, as for the sex; as I was saying before the penis goes into the vagina. Just like so." He slowly slid him into the tight vagina until he was all the way in. He felt her warmth and her wet tight walls surrounding him and already he was having a hard time concentrating to go on. "Then I push and pull my penis in and out of the vagina, or if you're on top you move your vagina up and down on the penis." He started to move slowly in and out, watching her face all the time as it revealed a kind of pain and pleasure at the motion. He stopped. He was using this girl. She knew nothing about sex and he was abusing her. He could see she was in pain so he stopped. But Cinderella didn't. She began to girate her hips into him. "You are always stopping." She complained. She was starting to get faster, lifting her body from the floor to get closer into him. Pushing into him deeper and deeper, wanting more of his penis inside of her. Then he felt her beginning to spasm. Her body tightened all over and seemed to massage him into orgasm. The prowler leant forward and kissed her breasts and then collapsed back onto the floor tired out by the exercise. "Wow." Cried Cinderella, "that was amazing. Can we do it again?" "Maybe a bit later. You still have to get ready for the Ball." The prowler looked into his bag of goodies. He pulled out expensive lingerie he was going to sell at the markets. One was particularly stunning. It was a black corset with g-string panties. The corset was lined with beads of silver and was the most beautiful piece of underwear Cinderella had ever seen. She put it on. Her dark hair hung loosely over the corset that once done up, lifted her breasts and tightened her waist. The prowler pulled out a long pair of silver earrings, a diamonte tiara and a plain black mask. She was such a site that the prowler, though still exhausted after their last round, went onto round two. This time he came first, and to his surprise, Cinderella got off and sucked him off. In appreciation for her services the prowler finger fucked her till she orgasmed. They lay back on the hard floor. The Prowler's finger still inside Cinderella, she had not let him take it away. "Can't we stay here and do this all night?" She asked. "I'll be here tomorrow." The prowler was getting drowsy. "You should go to this ball. You're already to go now. I tell you what, it is 11pm now, how about I meet you at 3am right here." Cinderella agreed and got into the coach the prowler escorted her to. "Thank you fairy god brother." She said kissing him on the cheek. CHAPTER SEVEN The ball was nothing to what she had imagined. In her mind's eye she had thought the whole room would be engrossed in a sexual orgy, with spontaneous screams of orgasm coming from the different corners of the room. However, the ball and its room were like any other: there were the dancers, the gossips, and the drinkers pacing the room looking for action but not getting anything. Cinderella thought of what a wasted night this would turn out to be. Had the night been planned just to dress sexily but not actually do anything? It was then that she spotted the man she had seen a couple of days previously by the river, Paul. He was obvious to spot even though he wore a small black mask. Cinderella giggled at the irony of his first being a stranger, and now she would appear the stranger. She walked over to him. Her long legs moved smoothly through the air, and a scent of Jasmine followed behind her. "So," Cinderella said as sexily as she could, "I am surprised that this time we meet you are wearing more clothes. And much less exhausted… It really is such a shame." Oblivious was it to Cinderella that the man to whom she spoke was in fact the Prince. Although the shocked expression on his face was not humour, but he was not about to throw this maiden out the door. He stared at her long and hard, wondering if they had met before, hoping against hope that he wouldn't have forgotten – how could anyone forget someone so beautiful. "I guess you have to dress sometime…" he responded still rather dumbfounded. Unable to take his eyes from her, he held out his hand and asked her to dance. They moved down three sets together. They gripped at each other closely, holding their bodies as close as they could go together. Hip to hip, leg to leg, mouth to mouth. Gradually she stripped the clothes from the prince leaving his mask, and she too slowly took off her own clothes. The naked dancers paced the room circling the floor with a steady slowness. The music changed to a strange African beat. The tribal sound pulsed, and passion sprinted through their bodies faster as the dancers danced out of the room into an ajoining private room. Cinderella 2002: The True Story Do you think you know the story of Cinderella? What about this one - the real one? I know the real one because I married Cinderella or Cindy as I call her. The one that was originally told and fills the pages of many books was written to keep the children happy. The real story was sanitised, probably by well-meaning people, but it is time that the real truth was told - at least to consenting adults! Cindy doesn't want to go on living a lie, or stretching the truth. Besides it won't hurt the sales of my new book, "How I Married Cindy" so the more exposure this story gets the better it is for me - and Cindy! Here 'tis ... * * * * * "Magic Fairy! Yeah, right. Next you'll be telling me that Santa Claus really lives. Come on, Cindy, get real!" "It's true, Jack," implored Cindy. Now I could tell a giant of a story, but I'll save that for another time. She went on about being locked in a slimy cellar with rats for company - probably a dungeon knowing Cindy's special fetish. Her sisters were going to a disco at the royal palace. I've had the displeasure of meeting her sisters - obviously the ugly side of the family - and I do mean ugly (with a capital 'U'). Cindy apparently made quite a racket in the dungeon .. err .. cellar. If you've ever heard her - oh, I hope you haven't - they're our, more, more, em, private moments. That Cindy's one hot piece! Anyway, she told me her noise attracted the Magic Fairy who appeared in a blaze of light -what else! Magic Fairy indeed! Next we'll be hearing about giants and beanstalks - well, at least there's some truth in that rumour. Back to Cindy. She ordered the Fairy to get her to the disco. She sure can command - must be her BDSM training. A new dress, of course, was essential. Not any old dress. It had to have style - a long, black number slit to her upper thigh. The Magic Fairy provided it with just the wave of her wand. My own wand did its own waving when she told me about the black, nylon thigh high stockings she was given. The sexy outfit was finished off with high heels that screamed fuck me - at least they would have done so for me and I was only listening to her story! It was complemented by only the best jewellery for our Cindy. She was sure that the handsome prince would fall for her. With her in that outfit he couldn't help it - poor guy! But my mouth watered as I imagined my Cindy offering herself - he was a gonna! With a wave of the magic wand Cindy was in the conjured limousine and quickly to the palace disco. Almost immediately the prince's eyes were rivetted on this beauty who exuded so much sex appeal. As she walked her nylon thigh shouted at him and yet caressed him. Either way she saw her affect on him by the bulge at the front of his princely uniform. Cindy could see the burning jealousy on the faces of her sisters as she danced closely with the prince. She tightly held him, pressing herself against his manly chest. She could feel his desire warming the nape of her neck. This was truly a promise of heaven. Then, as if to break the spell, the bewitching hour of midnight struck. Cindy's promise of heaven became a threat of hell. "Oh no, I've got to run to save my neck!" cried Cindy, or words to that effect - actually I think that line was a left over from the children's "safe" version. It's more likely that there were some damns and fucks in it really, considering the sexually interesting situation she was working towards. The prince was shattered by her sudden exit considering the quickly developing relationship. Her disappearing act was like watching good wine being wasted; if you're a wine connoisseur you'll know what I mean. The prince ached - probably because his mind patrolled a more intimate neighborhood - as he pleaded, "No! No, don't go!" He grabbed her dress to hold her back. But she had visions of the disaster her Magic Fairy had promised so she struggled. Judging by his firm grip becoming firmer, he found the struggles of a fair maiden stimulated his male hormones. In other words he got quite a stiffy! He had become so sexually hungry, so horny - yet so oddly pure in his hunger and horniness as befitting a member of royalty! When someone was so determined as were Cindy and the prince something had to give ... "Rip!" That's right. Cindy's dress was ripped from head to toe. Now that's bad enough. But she'd been in such a hurry; or was it a deliberate case of showing off her 'talents'. Has your mind revealed the next scene! Getting warm - the prince sure was when he saw the next scene unfold before his eyes; anyway it raised his 'weapon'. She had obviously not been firing on all cylinders when she ordered the Magic Fairy to give her all the outward trappings; the outward show to impress at the disco. Deary, deary me; but lick, nibble and yum; she had not thought about her underwear - or rather lack thereof. The Fairy was only doing what Cindy asked. Strange apparitions don't do the thinking for you. I bet the prince was glad of that because he further admired Cindy's well-defined waist that was accentuated by her full breasts. Of course, the thigh high stockings and heels didn't damage her image. Her charm was obviously growing on the prince - in more ways than one. Cindy didn't stay to flaunt her beauty; she's not a girl like that! As she ran out with unrestrained bouncing breasts she lost one shoe on the stair. The prince was quick to pounce on it. Bet you didn't know about his foot fetish - he wanted to be a shoe salesman (robust apologies, dear shoe salespeople .. anyway readers excepted; to some it's merely a perk of the occupation) That didn't last long when he found out that the job of prince pays better. He pressed the shoe close to his pounding heart; see I told you! There was pounding elsewhere in a more intimate area as well. He romantically announced, but with lust in his heart, "The woman this shoe fits shall be my bride." Did I say the prince was determined; because he sure was? Lust has a way of blinding you to everything except what is on that track. At that moment it was all pointing towards the foot that fit that shoe; and then the prince would have found the woman of his dreams. We shan't go into the rather steamy nature of some of his dreams in this part of the story; that's for another chapter. He went to every house in town; but no luck. He'd left the Ugly Sisters until last - as you would - absolutely sure neither of them would be the owner of such a fuck-me heel! They gave it their best shot, doing their best to squeeze a smelly foot into the shoe with all the sound effects that it would bring to such a ridiculous exercise. Meanwhile in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, Cindy heard the commotion and stuck her head around the door. "What about her?" the prince asked. "Impossible!" laughed the Ugly Sisters. How could anyone imagine such a splendid shoe fitting the foot of a mere serving girl? By this time the prince was showing all the signs of a natural reaction to handling ladies feet. For someone with a foot fetish it was like the thought of eating strawberries and icecream (or add your own simile if you like). Sssshhh! I'll have to whisper this one - don't want all the ankle-biters to hear this one - he was developing quite a fucking hard one (apologies for any injuries to anyone's finer sensibilities) - although the Ugly Sisters almost interrupted his flow. So the chance to handle one more was an exciting prospect. He took hold of Cindy's fair foot and rather aggressively, (he was so heated, poor man), placed it in the shoe. When Cindy's appealing foot slid into the magnificent heel her sisters were amazed. For a brief moment they were quiet - flabbergasted was an emotion of that period. Those in the know say that should happen more often. Unfortunately the moment of calm didn't last long before their jealous cries of protest rang out. The prince was quite oblivious to all their carrying on. He was so happy to have found his bride-to-be, Cinderella. You only had to look at his face to see his great happiness. But, if you looked down you would have seen a growing bulge - yep, he was overjoyed alright! His passion had been aroused so he shuddered to think of the noisy and horrid looking sisters as his sisters. In his aroused state he didn't completely obey all the social graces because he pulled out his nice stiff sword - the one from his scabbard -and with two swift swings he chopped off the heads of the Ugly Sisters; not really a recommended way of removing unwanted family members! Cindy couldn't believe what she was seeing as the heads rolled over the floor. "My prince chops off heads. I can't marry anyone who would do that." I don't know what the prince was thinking. Let that be a lesson to you all. Lust can be your downfall! Now it looks like he has achieved the concept of divorce before marriage. Cindy called on her Magic Fairy. With the obligatory blaze of light she appeared. "Cindy," she cried, "come make a wish!" "No more princes. I just want a decent man," Cindy wished. The Magic Fairy waved her magic wand and here I am - married to Cindy. The story doesn't end there, because it doesn't go into the more intense side of our relationship. I won't go into our many re-enactments of Cindy at the disco - with interesting additions at times. Being a decent man I won't divulge our secrets - but who knows what certain persuasive techniques might reveal! Suffice to say Cindy had her momentary taste of honey in her other life and now I was having my taste of honey in this life. "Bring the honeypot over here, darling!" We were certainly living happily ever after. ~ 'Beanstalk' Jack - 'Mrs Cinderella' ~ * * * * * I am pleased that you now know the truth because I am sure that it brings greater meaning to your life. You now have a greater insight into princely lust. Use this new found knowledge wisely when you remember to vote. O. Cinderella Cinderella's lessons came in hand here. She bent down to Prince Paul and enclosed his manhood in her mouth. Now Prince Paul, with all his experience with women had never encountered such mastery, he put this down to only being with women of nobility. Although the Dum and Dee sisters were good, this maiden was wonderous. She seemed to explore him, as though she was figuring out who he was by his advantageous size and taste. With one hand on his shaft, Cinderella came up before him and kissed him passionately on the lips whilst the Prince felt her the curves of her buttocks. The passion of the kiss was intense, too intense to last and the Prince turned Cinderella to face away from him. He kissed the smooth skin of her back as he bent her forward and took Cinderella from behind. With one hand holding her clit, Prince Paul paced and pumped Cinderella till she screamed in orgasm. He kept going and going until the moans subsided and only exhaustion was left for their bodies to utter as they crumbled under their last orgasm. They lay back on the bed a few minutes staring at the roof, their fingers lazily dancing over each other's bodies. Later that night they walked back to the main dance floor. A maid had collected their clothes and so they entered the room fully dressed to find everyone else naked and spread out across the floor. Every space was consumed with people fucking. Cinderella noticed the Bishop with the policeman's wife and the Policeman with her stepmother. Somebody stepped up behind her and whispered something in her ear, she couldn't tell what it was but when she felt arms engulfing her body and fingers sliding down her pants she guessed the comment. She instantly looked at her Prince. She wouldn't do anything with out his permission, but when he turned around and assisted the masked stranger behind her Cinderella was somewhat surprised. The Prince smelled her divine pussy. The sweet smell of jasmine took over his senses as he danced his tongue around the ballroom of her cunt. With expertise he played her slow moans of pleasure. He continued until she cried out loud for him to enter her. But the tired prince only entered a finger, cheating her into orgasm. He felt inside her warm body, touched the walls of pleasure and then entered her ass with his other fingers. Slowly he alternated fingers – one in, one out. But then his rhythm changed and he moved furiously, his hands a blur of excellence. She came in his hands whilst the masked stranger from behind kissed her breasts. "Oh," cried Cinderella, "that was fantastic, let's go again." "You are amazing!" exclaimed the prince. "Are you still horny?" Cinderella nodded affirmative and the prince slyly asked: "and how many of us do you think you could take?" "I don't care," said Cinderella, "just fuck me!" And with that comment Cinderella was surrounded by many hope-fools. "All right," said the Prince addressing his new audience, "I proclaim this pussy royal so only I can fuck you there, unless I decree it other wise. The rest of you must wait your turn to find a hole." And with that the Prince lay down on the ground and Cinderella mounted him. As she began to pace she felt a wet finger, then the hard cock of another man enter into her ass. Another stood in front of her with his penis entering her mouth and she paced into the prince who fucked her cunt, back into the man who fucked her from behind and sucked the man who fucked her mouth. She felt them inside her, hot and hard. They wore at her, making her scream and moan as they themselves were doing. The man behind came inside her and another entered. He was already hard and almost cumming. He only needed to enter her before he came and exited. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dum and Dee acting as Fluffers, buffing the men to brink point. Where the prince kept going, the man in her mouth was ready to go. Cinderella lifted a finger into his ass and he seemed to cum right then and there. She could now concentrate all her attentions on the prince as she paced herself into orgasm. Her back arched, her ass tightened and she screamed as the Prince came into her and she orgasmed. Prince Paul leaned up to her and kissed her again. He moved from underneath her and took her into his arms. And there they sat, surrounded by a dance floor of naked people, but feeling so alone and happy. The abrupt clock struck three chimes and Cinderella, looked at her Prince. What would she do? Would she stay for the well-endowed Prince or run to her fairy brother? But something made her get up and run for the door. Unbeknownst to her however, she left her panties in the Princes hand and he tried to chase after her for a little while before he tired and sat on the cold hard ground and smelled the panties in his hand. CHAPTER 8 Over the next few weeks the Prince found only criticism in all that he fucked. None had the same passion that the maiden had had. None had the same legs, and none would go down on three men at a time! At night he would fuck three of his concubines, then sleep unsatisfied with her panties, that she had left in the ballroom that lonely night, draped across his face. Where could she have gone? How could she have left him? Was he not good enough to satisfy her? And where had he met her before. One morning he awoke with a strange idea. He would go around the village and sleep with every maiden and see whom it was that fateful night. In the meantime, Cinderella kept herself very quiet about the events of the night. Her stepsisters and her stepmother were inspired by the "sex goddess" that laid the Prince several weeks ago. They spoke about her with enthusiasm and envy. And when the rumour came about that the Prince was coming to sleep with every maiden in the village till he found his Masked Maiden, they were excited. The Prowler had found a comfortable bed in Cinderella's barn. Knowing that no one else in her family would come to these parts of the house, he found himself very comfortable indeed. Cinderella would come late at night, when her sisters were asleep and the Prowler would read to her from a book that he called the Karma Sutra. Later they would see if the positions worked. They enjoyed their time together. The secrecy heightened the appeal and the setting made for kinky role-playing. One day, the Prince visited the humble home of Cinderella and her family. He entered the bedroom of Dum, then Dee, and then Lady Gweneth, but exited all too quickly. Apparently the idea of sleeping with a Prince made them quicken a little too early, and thus the Prince remained unsatisfied. Cinderella, returning from her duties, saw the end of the discussion between Lady Gweneth and Prince Paul. They were sitting at the dining table discussing the situation. "So there are no other women that live in this house hold?" Asked the Prince. "No." She replied. But the Prince happened to look up and see the lady he had once met by the river several months ago. Their eyes met, he smiled, and she bowed. "Your highness," Cinderella said quickly. "My sweet maiden, we have not met for some time. Have you been so distant all this time?" "I am kept to my duties all day and night sir." "Did you not happen to pass by a ball several weeks ago?" Lady Gweneth, on hearing this burst into laughter. "Cinderella?" she giggled, "Cinderella! Oh I have never laughed so. My dear Sir, Cinderella would never attend such an event. She is far to frigid." "Really Lady? Can I have your permission to test that theory?" "You don't need my permission Sir. Have your way with her if you can. Ha ha ha." Cinderella was lead to an upstairs room by her sister Dee. She sat on the edge of the bed as Dee paced nervously around the room. "Now just remember to get out before he comes, don't want you getting pregnant. And put some blush on, you're a frightful mess. Do you want me to… get you into gear?" Dee paced nervously as Cinderella sat patiently on the bed. "How can you sit so?" she almost screamed. "Don't you realise that he is the Prince! You will not be able to reject him as you have us." The Prince entered the main bedroom and saw the sisters talking. He watched Cinderella as she slowly lay back on the bed. She was such a dreamy figure there, lying back with the sun on her face and lining the clothes that she wore. She turned and saw him. "Hello your Highness." She greeted him. "Where would you like me?" With that Dee walked past him and exited the room. "I know it is you Cinderella who attended that ball. You are my Masked Maiden. Have you anything to say?" "No sir, other than 'how do you want me?' Shall I undress? Shall I kiss you? Touch you?" The prince did not reply. He walked to her and lifted her into his arms. "By the window, where everyone can see that I have the masked Maiden!" And with that Paul the Prince placed her on the bay window and undid his fly. Behind that fly was a hard cock, ready for her dismissal. Would she run away again? He would not let her. He would fuck her for the rest of his life. He lifted her dress and saw what he had been missing all these weeks. And he embraced his fortune. He danced on his fortune and he entered his fortune proudly. She felt his pride enter her. She felt it swell around her body, lifting her head she kissed him on the lips as he continued to ride her. "Marry me Cinderella. Fuck me till the day I die." He asked. She pushed herself further into him, holding his pelvis so that he could not escape from her. And she committed herself to him in a long hard "yes" CHAPTER NINE It was only after Cinderella moved into the castle that she broke the news to her husband about her lover. She didn't really know how he would react. She feared a jealous battle, but at the same time it excited her. That night, in the middle of their love making, the Prince entered to see his wife with another man. At first he was mortified, but then rather turned on by the idea. Cinderella turned and saw her husband standing at the door. Horror swept across her face and she stopped what she was doing, with the prowlers cock still insider her. "Are you mad?" she asked. Paul stared at her, and she knew when she saw his pants becoming tight that anger was not the present emotion. She tied her hair back with a ribbon whilst the Prowler beneath her moaned. Then she turned to her husband and curled her finger for him to come closer. Paul stood behind her and kissed her shoulder as Cinderella removed the belt from his pants. The pants dropped to his knees revealing one hard cock to go. "Two can play at this game." Said the prince. The Prowler stood up to go, but Cinderella would not let him leave. She guided her husband into her ass and reached back into him. He paced into her whilst the prowler pulled and pushed. Cinderella felt pulsating power within her veins. They intruded her senses as she felt them try and get further and further into her. She felt her husband's arms wrap around her, and her prowler lifted her legs to support her as they continued to fuck her beautiful body. Her husband kissed her neck as she leaned back onto him, the creator held the three together, enclosing in on them the power of continuous desire. The warmth of their bodies was enough on that cold night, and so it seems for the rest of their lives. Some might say that a relationship founded on lust would never last. They would be wrong. Where love might fail, lust was always there to pick up the pieces. The relationship between the three was open, and each explored different ways of sexuality for the next forty years till Cinderella past on. It is true she died young, but she was loved and respected amongst the whole of the community for always being open. The Balls were the main stage in their relationship when they could explore other bodies, but they always found the best orgasm inside their own group. The Prince gave the Prowler an assignment to establish the best Harem in the kingdom. And the Prowler, happy with the task set out to find the best fucks in the world. He travelled far and wide, and always came home with a new pussy or cock to explore. So you see it was not a boring situation, and seeing as anybody in the Kingdom could enter the Harem, it was decreed by the people that this was the best kingship to live in. Cinderella When her stepmother entered through the cottage door bearing the news, Cinderella was sitting exactly where she always did. And that was in front of the blazing log fire, the ash and cinders dappling her deathly pale skin; naked as always, as clothes were a vanity wasted on one who never ventured beyond the kitchen hearth, the stack of logs and the coal scuttle. Cinderella’s stepsisters, for whom no luxury was too great and no expense too excessive, were slumped in their armchairs: a red leather one for Ursula and a green one for Ermintrude. There was also a rocking chair for their mother, but Cinderella had only bare stone on which to rest her naked buttocks. “You’ll never believe what I’ve heard!” Cinderella’s stepmother announced. A broad smile spread over her podgy face, as she set a pannier of provisions on the kitchen table, the contents of which it was expected that Cinderella would assemble into a meal for the three other women. Only the uneaten scraps would be left to her. “It’s the King. His Royal Majesty. He is hunting through the whole of his kingdom for a girl, a single girl, with whom he has fallen in love and whom he wishes to take as his concubine.” “So?” sniffed Ursula, who was tall and thin, with a nose long and aquiline, and a permanent sneer on her thin upper lip. “Why should we care about the King?” echoed Ermintrude, an altogether plumper girl than her sister, resembling much more her mother. “My daughters! My daughters!” exclaimed Cinderella’s stepmother. “Have I not cared for you from the time of your birth? Lavished you with every groat bestowed me by your late father? Ensured that you have never been in want of a dainty shoe or an ermine cloak? Now, it is time for you to repay your mother who loves you so dearly. Would it not be a deserving reward for your mother for one of my beautiful daughters to be a doxy for His Majesty?” “Concubine? The King’s whore!” Ursula sniffed. “You cannot be serious, mother!” agreed Ermintrude. “Are you not beautiful women, my daughters?” The two girls nodded, while Cinderella gazed at them, her hand holding a turnip and the other the knife with which she was peeling the turnip. Indeed, they were two very attractive women, made the more so by the bounty of daily bathing, exotic perfume and luxurious dress. Ursula had a cruel face, but her neck was arched and curved like a swan. Her slender body, with its slight bosom, was elegant and handsome, and attracted many admirers. Those admirers, that is, not more taken by Ermintrude’s more voluptuous beauty: a buxom woman with a luxury of curves and a wealth of overflowing white flesh. Cinderella’s own beauty, which she had in great abundance, was hidden by the smudges and smut of her daily kitchen chores. Her thinness, unlike that of Ursula’s, was one determined more by an impoverished rather than a fastidious diet. “How can we become the King’s courtesans, mother?” Ursula asked. “Not both of you. Just the one. The King has proclaimed that he is seeking one girl, a special girl, with whom he has fallen in love. But he knows not who this girl may be. All he knows is that when he fucked her, he discovered a special bond with her. That in his amorous thrusts, he experienced more pleasure from a woman’s cunt than he had ever done before.” “More even than that from his wife, the Queen?” wondered Ermintrude. “Much more. More even than his late queen, brought down by plague. But kings never marry queens for the sexual pleasure they bring them, my dear daughters, but for reasons of state and the need to bear children of noble blood. And for this reason, the king has many whores, many courtesans, many mistresses and a Royal Concubine, who is almost like the Queen in wealth and luxury, but excused the obligations of regal duty or the necessity of constant childbirth. The King knows not who is this girl whose fucking was so memorable, but so besotted is he that he hunts her down, across the entire kingdom, in the home of every person of property and estate. Each girl he finds who says that she is the one, he fucks to know for sure whether it is indeed she who had given him so much pleasure.” “All he knows of her is how she fucks? Not of her looks? Not her name, her lineage or her reputation?” Ursula asked, aghast. “How can the King be so ignorant? How can he fuck someone so unforgettably and know so little?” “It was at one of the King’s Royal Orgies, my dearest,” Cinderella’s stepmother continued. “The flickering candle-light is not bright enough to distinguish one wench from another. All the girls wear a mask over the face, although the rest of the body be bare. And it was at this Royal Orgy, just one month ago, on the very day that we all went to darling Goneril’s debutante ball, that the King fucked this mysterious girl.” “So, if she was such a good fuck, why didn’t the King learn her identity there and then, mother?” Ermintrude asked. “Apparently, just after the King had given his all, bestowing more sperm on this wench than he had ever before been capable, she vanished as suddenly as she arrived, leaving the King with only a memory of the best fuck of his life. A fuck so spectacular and wonderful that he pines like a young boy, hoping only that he may fuck like that once again. And now, although his mistresses and odalisques and the royal retinue of whores assail him constantly, massaging the royal penis, applying lips of both the mouth and vulva to its majesty, and however well and often he fucks, all pales to him in comparison to the fuck he has known. And…” Cinderella’s stepmother stopped, picked up a wooden spoon that lay on the table and flung it angrily at her stepdaughter, glancing off her forehead. Cinderella yelped and lowered her head. “I saw you smirk, you whore!” the woman exclaimed. “Why did you smirk, you fucker of pigs and scum?” Cinderella kept her head low, too accustomed to her stepmother’s anger to contradict her. “I’m sorry, mistress. I didn’t mean to…” “You liar! You filthy sow! Your expression intimated you knew only too well what it is to fuck a man. And what man would fuck you, a filthy slut? You are fit only for the savage thrusts of swine and asses. I am tired now, but when I have recovered my energy, I shall apply my switch to your buttocks with vigour.” The stepmother waddled over to Cinderella, spat full in her face and waddled back to her rocking chair. She sat down in it, and rocked back and forth. “And so, my darling daughters, Ursula and Ermintrude, fruit of my womb and the reward of my own virtuous efforts, you shall inform the King’s servants that you were both at the King’s orgies and that you had sex with him on that night. And that you are, indeed, the one he seeks with such passion.” “But how will he be convinced of this, mother?” wondered Ursula. “Both you and darling Ermintrude shall practice in the art of fucking, under my expert tutelage, so that when the King comes and fucks you, he will be so won over by your amorous skills that he will assert that you are the one. And if not you, Ursula, then you, Ermintrude.” “But, mother…” exclaimed Ermintrude. “As you desired, we have kept our maidenhead intact these many years in pursuit of the perfect husband.” “Your maidenheads may be intact, but your mouths and your arses have savoured many a youth’s throbbing member, my daughters. I am not a fool, you know. But now, a more rich and bounteous prize may be ours, and so virtue must be superseded by energetic training.” “And when does this new regime begin?” queried a clearly excited Ermintrude, a hot red flush across her pale, plump cheeks. “Why! This very evening. After we have dined. But first, my daughters,” she continued, standing up and taking a long cane from where it was supported by nails to the cottage wall, just beneath a portrait of her deceased husband, “I must administer punishment on my smirking stepdaughter. Will you care to assist me?” Cinderella knew that in addition to the pains of preparing food and being admonished for all manner of shortcomings in its preparation and quality, she would also have to bear the stinging pain of red marks across her buttocks, bruises over her face and, perhaps again, a raw blue swelling above her eyes. And in all the suffering she was to endure, she would needs be heedful not to weep or cry in pain, so as not to further antagonise the three women who, besides being her wards, were also her torturers and tormentors. This was not how the women were considered by the yeomen and apprentices of Cinderella’s village. Rather, her two stepsisters were known as amiable wenches, who though desirous of maintaining their virtue, did not stint at welcoming men in their embraces. And her stepmother had a reputation as a woman who despite her advancing years was well-practiced and skilled at the art of lovemaking, and was a worthy fuck for any man, whatever his age. And now, when it was announced that the two stepsisters had abandoned the imperative to secure their virtue and would welcome any man’s member between their open thighs, the better endowed the more welcome, their good repute within the village soared and the men of the diocese were queuing at the cottage door for a taste of the two stepsisters’ fleshly bounty. The women of the village, the affianced and espoused, did not care to express an opinion. And if they did, it would be ignored by their menfolk. As Cinderella witnessed, nursing her bruises by the blazing fire, a dark swelling over one eye where Ursula had struck her with her fist, and her arse still tender from the vigorous lashings of her stepmother’s switch, the first business that needed to be disposed of was the troubling matter of the two stepsisters’ virtue which their mother was determined should not be sold too cheaply. The lord of the manor, Squire Lichenstone, was willing to pay handsomely in gold for the privilege of fucking the two at the same time and taking their maidenheads from them. He was also willing to take what he believed was their anal virginity, for which he paid an even more handsome sum not knowing that every fellow in the diocese, except the village idiot, had already had the acquaintance and pleasure of preceding him. Now, this duty complete, the two stepsisters could pursue their regime in earnest, under the watchful eye of their mother, who had already tasted every man, and was happy to taste them again, while Cinderella was obliged to attend to the men’s needs should their penises be too feeble to enter the vagina of either Ursula or Ermintrude. But the stepmother ensured that this tuition, necessary as it was to convince the king that one or the other girl was the one he sought, also turned in a handsome profit, by tempting in each man she could with promises of inexpensive lust-requiting and finding ingenious ways to increase the cost of provision. This inevitably entailed an additional cost for the unlucky apprentice or farmer who needed extra coaxing from Cinderella’s tongue and mouth, for which the young girl received not a penny from the recompense demanded by her stepmother. It did not escape the two sisters’ notice that their stepsister was an eager and accomplished fellater, but all this earned Cinderella were more blows, although she was allowed the privilege of licking clean the semen from the girls’ vaginas, it being undesirable that they become pregnant. Her long tongue and the skill by which she applied it were invaluable in cleansing them, along with the hot water and sponge also used in this essential duty. As Cinderella sat by the hearth, perhaps peeling swedes or chopping up parsnips, the two sisters were demonstrably their mother’s daughters, frantic and vocal in their love-making, as man after man plied assiduously at their cunts, sometimes the two of them entertaining the same man, or several men paying for the opportunity to share a fuck with their fellows, taking the penises, large, fat, slim or slightly curved, one after the other, arse or cunt, although the mouth was now only applied by Cinderella whom it was judged was better able to cope with the rich taste and flavour of penises that she coaxed towards their full stiffness. And for an extra few groats, the men could relieve themselves on Cinderella, but only in the courtyard, so that their piss would fall on her face, on her knotted blonde hair and on the sunbaked soil. However, news soon came that the King’s entourage was proceeding towards the borough, visiting every wench in the kingdom who claimed that it was she whom the King had fucked on that fateful night. So many women throughout the kingdom lay claim to the privilege of having been fucked by him that fateful night that were it so, he was the most virile man in all Christendom. His progress had been necessarily slow, unable to fuck more than a half dozen damsels a day, and sometimes fewer, especially on the Sabbath where whole hours of his day were dedicated to his duties as God’s representative to his flock. But at last he was in the diocese, a portly man of middle age and middle height, with a full red beard and a huge retinue of ministers, servants, whores, entertainers, courtiers, knights, sycophants, advisers, and a diminutive jester whose japes were as crude as his nose was red and his groin a mass of genital warts. The king rode into the village, looking from side to side at the hovels, cottages and mansions, the dirt-tracked roads full not only of the usual swine, asses, fowl and oxen, but also of his cheering vassals, bidding that he live forever and bless the village with his grace. Although popular with the peasantry, merchants and yeomen, he was less gladly received in truth, although much welcomed in appearances, by the squire and his family who would be in debt for many years to come to pay for the feasting, whoring and entertaining of his majesty and his court. “The next on the list, your Royal Majesty,” announced the King’s first minister, a tall and elderly man with a wart on his hooked nose and but one tooth left in his gummy mouth, “is the household of Mrs. Abundant, a widow of many years, who maintains still the estate of her late husband,” “Pshaw!” exclaimed the king, spitting on the soil. “I know for sure that the wench I seek is of tender years. This widow is but a fraud.” “It is not the widow, your Royal Majesty. It is her two daughters. Both claim that they were fucked by you on that portentous night and are convinced that it was one of them who gave you so much pleasure.” “This is so? Two wenches! But it was but one I fucked at the time.” “’Tis true that only one may be the one you seek, but both claim that they were fucked by you and will let you decide if that be true.” “Well! Let us to their bosom. It is several days now since I enjoyed the pleasure of two wenches at the same time.” Cinderella’s stepmother’s cottage was a large one for the diocese and sufficient to house a much larger family than just a mother, her two daughters and a stepdaughter. But only a mansion could accommodate the king and his company, and even then only his ministers and most senior knights could enjoy the hospitality of a squire’s bedchamber or, if they were of senior enough station, the pleasures of the squire’s wives and daughters. So it was necessary for Cinderella’s stepsisters to agree to the King fucking them in the courtyard outside the cottage, in full view of the whole village. Even Cinderella was allowed the privilege of witnessing the King have intimate knowledge of the two sisters, for which she was allowed to bathe for the first time in many months, revealing a pale freckled skin beneath the smut and soot that had mostly caked her flesh. The tangled knots of hair were tugged apart and her pretty face could at last be seen without hindrance. As she sat cross-legged by the swine and poultry in Mrs Abundant’s yard, denied, of course, any proximity to decent folk, she excited comment amongst the men of the village, even those whose penis she had engorged with her mouth or those who had paid a few extra pennies to piss on her face. Cinderella was indeed a more attractive girl than any had known her to be. More beautiful indeed than her stepsisters, who, nevertheless, would never acknowledge this even had they the discernment to see that this was so. And this beauty was evident even though she was naked and wretchedly thin, Ursula and Ermintrude disrobed in front of the king and the courtiers, so now there were three unclothed women in the yard, including Cinderella. But it was the two stepsisters who lay down on their buttocks on the grass, their legs open wide, as one after the other, the king fucked the two of them: one moment thrusting between Ursula’s slender thighs and then squeezing his way between Ermintrude’s fuller and fleshier ones. The courtiers and ministers looked on disinterestedly, having often seen their king fuck maidens of all shapes, sizes and age, familiar with his snorting, grunting efforts, his hairy flaccid buttocks thrusting back and forth, his knees resting on the woollen rugs laid on the ground beneath him and the woman into which he was thrusting. Ursula and Ermintrude gave the best they could, tutored well in the expression of sexual ecstasy, their cries of passion echoing throughout the village, as loud as the church bells peal, startling the grazing mule, frightening the squawking pheasants and scattering flocks of dunnocks. However, it was soon clear that the king was not convinced. He let loose his sperm perfunctorily first in Ursula and then a few remaining drops over Ermintrude’s face. He slumped in the regal throne that was carried with great effort by three servants of his chamber. He beckoned forward Cinderella’s stepmother who approached warily, perhaps fearful that a disappointed monarch might mete punishment rather than rewards on his subjects. “Neither wench is the one, madam,” he said, brushing his nose with the back of his hand, his semen-coated penis limp on the velvet seat of his throne. “But they have performed well and so shall be rewarded.” “Thank you, your Royal Majesty. My daughters were so sure that it was they who…” “Yes. Yes,” impatiently remarked the king, who had heard such excuses before. He cast his eyes around the company, and spotted, for the first time, Cinderella, crouched naked by a huge hog. He furrowed his brow. “Hold! Who is this damsel?” he asked, pointing a regal finger in her direction. “She is most radiant. Was it she who gave me pleasure on that day?” “That is my stepdaughter, your Royal Majesty,” remarked Mrs Abundant. “It is most unlikely that she would have availed herself of you. She is just a slut, worthy only of being pissed on.” “I’m not sure. There is something about her. Shall we ask her?” “Of course, your Royal Majesty,” Cinderella’s stepmother agreed. She hastened over to her stepdaughter, grabbed her by her arm and dragged her over to the King. She pushed her rudely to the ground at his feet, where she bowed down. Cinderella trembled under his eyes, her arms spread ahead of her, and gazed up towards the King of the Realm. “So, little wench, was it you who I fucked on that night?” asked the King with an amused smile, perhaps expecting a meek denial. “I cannot lie, your Royal Majesty,” Cinderella said. “It was I.” “You fucking liar!” exclaimed her stepmother, kicking her ward’s bare back as she lay on the ground. “Can you be sure, wench?” asked the king. “I am, your Royal Majesty.” “And how could that be?” “On the day you mention, your Royal Majesty, my Fairy Godmother came to visit me, waved her magic wand and spirited me to the Royal Orgy. I arrived in a coach and four, where I was received in great splendour. And it was there, your Royal Majesty, that you fucked me. But I had to hasten away before midnight because the spell would last only to that moment. But I got away before those accursed bells tolled and settled back in front of my hearth to do duty for my two stepsisters.” Cinderella The court, the village and, most of all, Cinderella’s stepmother and stepdaughters listened with disbelief and merriment to her account. And when they finished they broke into great laughter. “You slut! You fucking lying whore!” exclaimed the stepmother. “I shall beat you within an inch of your life for your lies.” “And I shall force you not only to drink my piss, but to eat my shit!” agreed Ursula. “And then you will needs apply your tongue to all our cunts to ask our forgiveness, you sow’s cunt!” Ermintrude added. “Hold, ladies!” the King commanded. “There may be truth in this wench’s remarks. It is certainly worth investigating. I wish to fuck this maiden. And I wish to fuck her now.” And the truth of his assertion was there to see in the erect penis beneath his overhanging belly and proud against the velvet of his throne. “I beseech you, your Royal Majesty,” said an evidently worried stepmother. “Cinderella is just a slut of the lowest order. Her cunt has only been visited by swine and ass, her face only fit for pissing on and her flesh meet only for the caresses of fists and whips.” “My mind is made up!” the king announced. He stood up in front of the prostrate Cinderella, offered her an open palm and lifted her to her feet. “Now, dear wench, we shall proceed to the royal rugs where I shall fuck you and we shall discover whether it was indeed you who I fucked on that day.” “Gladly, your Royal Majesty,” replied Cinderella, who at this moment looked more happy and radiant than any man or woman in the village had ever seen her before. It was to the horror of Cinderella’s stepfamily, the disbelief of the King’s court and the incredulity of the village that the fucking when it commenced between the King and this previously little regarded wench was quite clearly of a nature never before witnessed in the realm. The intensity of the passion, the ecstasy apparent in Cinderella’s many orgasms, the tirelessness of the King’s thrusts: these were all of an order that none had believed possible. The court was speechless, for once not chattering and smirking as the King’s arse commenced its habitual thrusting. The penises of the village men pressed hard against the fabric of their tunics, whilst the women felt a moistness between their legs engendered from witnessing such unbridled lust they were eager to requite as soon as they could. And Cinderella’s stepsisters became more miserable than they had ever been before. But most discomfited of all was Cinderella’s stepmother, whose face expressed utter dismay. She sat on the ground between her stepsisters, still disrobed after their recent fucking, angry tears squeezing from her eyes and trickling over her pudgy cheeks. There could have been no wandering traveller or labouring peasant within many leagues who did not hear Cinderella’s coital cries of ecstasy and the almost as loud cries of joy from their regal ruler, not ashamed to give vent to many profanities in the declaration of his pleasure. The deer in the forest were startled and stood still, their ears twitching in wonder. The wolves and bears were themselves too stunned to take advantage of their prey’s inertia. And for so long, for hours of thrusting, the King’s balls replenished so soon that after releasing his semen deep within Cinderella’s cunt, then up again the King’s member did rise, ready again for more thrusts within the moist welcome caresses of the serving wench’s hole. And Cinderella’s legs clasped around the King’s thighs and buttocks so tightly that an ox would be needed to part the pair from their amorous coupling. At last, with the sun dipping in the sky, the bodies of the King and Cinderella parted and the two lay on their backs, panting with their exertion, faces to the sky, while the whole village and the King’s court burst into a spontaneous applause. No one had ever seen conjugal trysting of such a degree before. “In God’s truth, you are the one!” the King told Cinderella. And then to the court, the village and the realm, the King announced. “I have found the one who shall now be my Principal Concubine. She will take the crown as Royal Courtesan and the wench who currently has that honour will become once again the mere whore she once was.” “But your Royal Majesty,” wondered the King’s chancellor, standing by his side with a cloak to cover the regal flesh. “How can you be so sure?” “It is the wench’s tale of a Fairy Godmother. Only one of regal blood and pure inheritance is honoured with a Fairy Godmother. It is one of the lesser known privileges of my station.” The King addressed Cinderella, who was now on her knees, her long blonde hair plastered to her hot sweaty body. “Tell me, sweet damsel, did this Fairy Godmother have blue hair and green eyes?” “She did, your Royal Majesty. And she was most pleasing plump as well!” “By Jove! She is the same Fairy Godmother as that bestowed on me!” The King strode towards Cinderella’s stepmother who knelt between her daughters, looking most humble and miserable. “Madam! You have some explaining to do.” The stepmother nodded. She gazed up at the King. “Cinderella is your daughter, your Royal Majesty.” “My daughter?” “Your bastard daughter. Not the legitimate daughter of your Queens’ labour. She was the result of a trysting between your Royal Majesty and the first wife of my late husband, may his soul rest in peace.” “My bastard daughter? And where is the woman who is the mother of this child?” “She died in childbirth. Only your daughter survived, brought up but much despised by my late husband who blamed her for the death of his first wife.” “So, Cinderella is my daughter. This is good news. It is known that the most passionate love a monarch can have is with similarly royal blood. Indeed, the smaller the degree of consanguinity the more passionate the coupling.” And from this moment, the life of Cinderella was indeed such that she lived happily ever after. In fact, she happily enjoyed many more passionate couplings with the King and endowed him with many bastard children, more even than his legitimate offspring, and predeceased the King, her father and lover, by several years, the victim herself of a tragic childbirth, the issue of which was the Black Prince who in later years caused so much grief to the realm. But that is another tale. All lived happily ever after, that is, except for Cinderella’s stepfamily. On learning of the extent of his daughter’s misery over the years, as later confessed in the connubial bed, the King ordained that her stepmother should be clapped in irons and spend the rest of her years chained to a hog sty. And her two stepsisters were sold as whores to Pagan merchants where they would end their days in sodomy and suffering. And for many generations, the people of Cinderella’s village would recount and many a wandering troubadour sing of the tale of the King’s coupling with sweet Cinderella. Cinderella "Fuck me," Betty demanded. "You know I can't sleep without a proper orgasm, so get your lazy ass over here and fuck me now!" Elaine bowed her head and went directly to the cupboard where the strap-on dildo was kept. "And when you're done with her," Susan said from across the huge bedroom the two sisters shared, "you can do the same for me. And then I suggest you see if Mother wants anything, and I'm sure she will." Elaine placed the velvet sack the strap-on was tenderly stored in gently on a side table and mechanically took her clothes off. For her there was nothing sexual about what she was being ordered to do. It was just another chore to her. Fortunately, it wasn't a nightly routine but a frequent one, and not even the worst of the treatment she received from her inherited family. Life had not always been so cruel to her. Once she lived in the same great house happily with her mother and father. Then, when she was twelve, her mother passed away. The next year her father remarried, choosing a widow with two daughters of her own, and they all came to live together as a family. But Elaine's stepmother and stepsisters were mean to her, and she tired of complaining to her father because he loved this woman so much that he couldn't see what was happening to his own daughter. And then he died as well, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and poor Elaine's life turned upside down almost overnight. Besides being suddenly presented with responsability for her step-family's sexual gratification, she was given all the chores about the house, because her stepmother said her own daughters were too well-bred for menial things. Elaine wound up doing all the cooking and the sewing, and all the laundry and cleaning as well. Her last chore of every night was cleaning the fireplace in the great room downstairs after the rest had gone to bed. She was often so tired by then that as soon as she was finished she curled up on the still-warm hearth and slept there, still covered in ashes and cinder. Long ago her father had taken to calling her Ella, short for Elaine, and now her cruel step-family crowned her Cinderella because of how they usually found her in the morning, still covered in soot from the previous night's labors. Naked, Elaine attached the dildo to her hips and walked to Betty's bed, where Betty waited with her nightgown bundled up at her neck and with her legs obscenely spread. A wild patch of dark matted hair surrounded her sex, and as Elaine approached her Betty lathered on a glob of lard stolen from the kitchen as a lubricant. "You look completely like a man, now," Betty told Elaine as she climbed upon the bed. "That cock goes well with your chest." And she and her sister across the room laughed nastily at Elaine's expense. Elaine, like her mother, had a very small chest. If not for her prominent nipples and her angelic face she could have passed for a boy easily. But she was thin and shapely in her hips, and had long fine yellow hair and just a hint of gold down above her sex and was unmistakably the loveliest of the three girls. Her two step sisters had sagging, pendulous breasts, and bellies to go with them, and Elaine often told herself that if that was what the state of femininity had become then she was better off looking the way she did. "Just do it and get it over with," Betty ordered Elaine as she knelt between Betty's legs. "So I can get some sleep and don't have to look at you any longer." Elaine slid the dildo inside her step sister and immediately pumped her hips while Betty lay back like a dead fish and bit her lower lip, her eyes clamped shut and her face scrunched up as if she were in great pain. Elaine fucked her as fast as she could and when done with her went to the bed across the room and fucked Susan as well. "Now, go service our mother," they told her as she left. Elaine grabbed her clothes where she had dropped them and walked to her step mother's bedroom naked and still wearing the dildo. She was exhausted and didn't think her legs would carry her that far, but they did, and when she walked into her stepmother's room there the elder woman stood, naked, admiring herself in the mirror. Elaine didn't think skin could wrinkle so much and not just fall apart. The old woman looked like a candle that had begun to melt. "Take that damned thing off," she commanded as soon as Elaine came in the room. "You think I want that inside me after it's been cave-swelling in my daughters?" Elaine took the dildo off and thought for a while she would be spared having to pleasure her stepmother, but the older woman climbed on her bed and told Elaine to eat her. "You already look like a boy," the woman told her, "you might as well fuck like one." When Elaine was done licking her step-mother into a gloriously loud climax, she put her clothes on and walked slowly outside to the well by the garden where she drew a large cup of fresh water to rinse the taste of her step mother's aged cunt from her mouth. Tears coursed down her face as she washed the grease and stink off the dildo, and she stared at the sparkling stars, wondering if heaven was really up there and if so, could her father see what had become of her? How could he have left her like this? Crying, she went back inside to sleep among the cinders again. She didn't see a star in the middle of the night sky brighten as she wept, and how it lowered quickly and vanished down the well as she went into the house. ****** A few days later, a notice was delivered to the house by a royal messenger. It announced the coming of a royal ball to be held at the palace, and that all the unmarried maidens of the kingdom were invited. It was time for Prince Stephan to choose a bride, and whoever he chose would some day be queen of all the lands. Betty, Susan, and their mother were so very excited by the news. They immediately sent Cinderella to town to buy cloth and thread and set her the task of making beautiful gowns for the two girls. Her stepmother would stop at nothing to marry one of her daughters to the prince. "What about me?" Elaine asked. "The invitation is to all the unmarried maidens." Her query was met with the harshest of derisive laughter. "Even if you went," her step mother told her when she could speak again, "covered in cinders and ashes, one look at that boyish chest of yours and he might want to adopt you as a son some day but would hardly want you for a bride!" And so Elaine spent the next few days making beautiful gowns for her two stepsisters, along with all her other chores as well. When the night of the ball came she was just as glad she wasn't going because she was far too exhausted for anything beyond sleep. The carriage taking her stepmother and two stepsisters rolled away toward the castle, which sat high on a hill and was lit up for the gala like a spring sunrise. Elaine stood by the garden well and watched the carriage shrink in the distance, and she sighed and said, "Oh, how I wish I were going, too! Just this once, how I wish I could be included in something better than the life I now live." A light began to glow inside the well, and Elaine stepped back in astonishment as what looked like a star fallen from heaven rose out of the well, shimmered, and became a beautiful old woman in a shiny gown, holding a golden wand. "Who are you?" Elaine asked. "I am your fairy godmother," the woman told her with a kind smile. "Your father sent me to watch over you, and I have suffered every day with you, waiting for you to ask for help. You never did. You came close a few days ago when you were crying here by the well, and that allowed me to get this far. But now that you have asked for something specific I am here to grant your wish." Elaine looked down at her tattered, cinder-covered clothes. "I want so badly to go to the ball, but I can't go looking like this, and there's no material left to make anything for me." The fairy godmother waved her wand, and in an instant Elaine was clothed in the finest, softest gown she had ever seen. But something felt odd underneath, and she reached inside her bosom and found she was wearing a brassiere of the softest silk. She laughed. "What amuses you, child?" her fairy godmother asked. "I have never worn one of these," Elaine said, still giggling. "I was always too small to need one." "Well," said the godmother, "all young ladies of class wear them, whether they need them or not. It's all for decoration anyway, you see." Clearly, Elaine did not see. "Decoration for what?" "Never mind that now," the fairy godmother said. "If you like I can give you breasts to fill it out, just as big as your stepsisters'." Elaine shook her head. Her hair was piled up atop it like a glorious golden turban. "I don't want anything that isn't already mine," she said. "People will have to like me the way I am." The fairy godmother smiled. "And, so they shall," she said. "But they won't have the chance if I don't get there soon," Elaine said, staring at the castle so far away. "Even if I run I wouldn't make it there in time." The fairy godmother was aghast. "Run? A marvelous lady like yourself? Nonsense! You shall arrive in all the splendor due your loveliness." She waved her wand over the garden, and a huge gourd rose up and expanded and became a great coach. Grape vines twisted and wove themselves into delicate wheels, and half a dozen mice became great horses stomping impatiently to be off. A rabbit became a footman, and he held the coach door open for Elaine and welcomed her inside. "Now, go," her fairy godmother told her, "and have the time of your life. But, you must be back by midnight, when all my magic turns back the way it was." With those words ringing in her ears, Elaine rode off to the castle. ****** Elaine had never seen such splendor in her life. Torches lit up the great hall like daylight. An orchestra played from a balcony and below, surrounded by table after table of the most delicious-looking food she'd ever imagined, a thousand maidens danced before the dais upon which sat the king, queen, and their son, Prince Stephan. Elaine held her breath and walked into their midst, knowing this was probably the one and only chance to enjoy herself she would have before returning to her life of drudgery. She danced as if weightless, twirling and dipping, an in no time all eyes fell on her, for she was by far the most graceful and beautiful maiden there. After a while many other girls stopped trying to impress the prince because they knew they could not compete. Among them were Elaine's evil stepsisters. Betty and Susan went to their mother and they cried like babies. Their mother studied the young woman who had stolen everyone's attention, and a glimmer of recognition came to her. She grinned. "Worry not," she told her two sobbing children. "This is far from over." Stephan came down from the dais to dance with Elaine, and as he did everyone still on the floor backed away and bowed. He swept Elaine up in his arms and the two moved across the floor as if one person. "What is your name?" he asked her. She almost told him it was Cinderella. "Elaine," she said. "Elaine," the prince repeated. "How lovely. Is there a last name to go with it?" She smiled demurely. "Just Elaine, for now," she said." The prince smiled. "Will you accompany me for a while, Just Elaine?" She could not refuse a prince, and so she let him lead her off, out of the hall, into the bowels of the huge castle. Behind them, the ball continued, but with far less enthusiasm. Everyone knew the prince had made his choice. Betty and Susan wailed anew and their mother threatened to beat them if they didn't stop, reassuring them again that not all was lost. The prince took Elaine down massive halls and through incredible rooms, until she was quite lost. They stopped in a huge room with a great round bed raised up on a platform, surrounded by drapes and statues of former royalty. "This is my room," Prince Stephan told her. "I would like to make it your room also." Elaine couldn't believe what she was hearing, and when the prince swept her in his arms and kissed her she melted. His lips were like fire. His hot tongue pried her mouth open and entered her, tasting like wine. His hands followed the shape of her sides, rising from her hips to her chest, where his thumbs brushed over her hardening nipples. They went to the bed and he undressed her, marveling at every inch of her body as they became exposed. She was afraid when the silk bra came off that he would laugh at her tiny breasts, but he seemed fascinated by them and spent minutes just kissing and sucking on them, making her nipples as big and hard as baby's thumbs. When she was naked he laid her down on his bed and took his own clothes off. He had a fine muscular body and his cock stood out proud and firm before him. He lay down with her and they embraced and kissed, and then Stephan rolled over on top of her. Elaine's legs spread for him, quite independent of her control, and her knees came up to funnel him right to where she wanted him. Her pussy was soaking wet in anticipation and he entered her easily. Her maidenhead broke, causing her a brief moment of sharp pain, and then all she felt was the joy of having him inside her. Her legs wrapped around his back, her small feet resting just above his ass as he pumped in and out of her. He rose up on stiff arms and stared at her face, and she watched his expression change from love to lust and then back to love again as his orgasm neared. She felt heat in her belly and her spine stiffened. In the past she'd made herself cum a number of times, rubbing her clit after servicing her stepsisters and stepmother on those odd occasions when her own nakedness aroused her, but she had never before felt the exquisite joy of having something hard and hot stuffed inside her cunt. She clamped down on him as he began to spasm, and while wave after wave of pleasure swept over her spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her virginal womb. A clock began to strike. Elaine counted the chimes. It was midnight! She jumped up from the bed and grabbed her clothes, dressing as fast as she could while the Prince sat in bed asking her what the problem was. Even as she ran from his room, with a brief swirl of his cum and her blood dribbling down her legs, her clothes began to change back to her sooty rags, and each time she turned another corner in the labyrinthine halls another garment rotted before her eyes. By the time she reached the outside again she was as filthy and disheveled as she'd ever been, and she found no carriage waiting for her but merely a ruined gourd and six very confused mice, with a rabbit sleeping nearby. She ran home. In his room, the prince left the bed, unable to understand what had happened. As he stood there staring at the door he noticed something laying on the floor. It was her bra. Having never worn one before she had forgotten it when she dressed, and Stephan held it, searching for some of her warmth, and brought it to his face and inhaled her scent. He knew what he must do. ****** Days had passed since the night of the ball, and life for Elaine had gotten worse, if that was even possible. Her two step-sisters cried all day, and when they got tired of crying they threw things at Elaine and abused her fiercely. Her stepmother ignored her, which in the long run was all for the best, in some ways. And then, the third day after the ball, she called Elaine to her room. "We haven't been very nice to you, have we?" she asked, still in that same cold, diffident tone she used when ordering her about. Elaine knew enough not to answer. "Well, I'm going to give you a break," the stepmother said. "Go to the attic and there you will find a hope chest that I believe was your mother's. There is a surprise waiting for you inside." Elaine raced to the stairs and into the attic, her heart racing at the thought of what might be up there. But when she entered the dusty, hot attic she found no hope chest. There was nothing but cobwebs and dirt. She turned back towards the door to the stairs, and there stood her step-mother, grinning viciously. "How dare you? Stealing material from my daughters to make yourself a gown! Sneaking off to the ball when you had work to do! Passing yourself off as a lady when you're nothing but a trollop! This is your surprise! I hope you like it!" With that, she slammed the door and locked it. Elaine was trapped. But why then? Why hadn't this happened days before? Word had gone out that an emissary from the palace was coming about searching for the girl who had so entranced the prince. Elaine's stepmother wanted her nowhere near when he came to their door, hoping that when the search proved fruitless the prince would have to make another choice, and then her two darlings would have another shot at becoming queen. The emissary was in their neighborhood that very day, and now Elaine would be unavailable when he came, and her stepmother's plan to marry one of her daughters to the prince could still work. A coach pulled up before their door and a finely dressed but very tired looking gentleman carrying a velvet bag got out and knocked. The mother opened the door for him and welcomed him inside, offering him tea and scones or whatever else he might want in the way of refreshment. The gentleman waved her offers away. "I'll be refreshed when I'm done," he told her. "This is the last house in the kingdom, thank God." He had been all over the realm looking for the girl and so far found far more hopeful but unsatisfactory women than he ever thought possible. "We might as well get this over with," he said breathlessly. "Get all the unmarried maidens in the household here immediately." The mother called Betty and Susan down, and the two came running, almost tripping over each other in their haste. Upstairs, Elaine heard what was going on but try as she may she could not get the door opened. In frustration she began to cry. "Where is my fairy godmother now?" she moaned softly. Downstairs, the two giggling girls stood before the gentleman, who shook his head and then reached in the bag and drew out the silk bra left behind the night of the ball. "She who fits this garment," he announced in a bored drawl because he'd repeated it so many times in the past few days, "shall marry Prince Stephan." Both of the girls claimed it was theirs. The gentleman looked at their chests and sighed. He could tell already they were way too big for it, but he had an obligation to be sure. "Okay," he said. "Let's see 'em." Betty and Susan couldn't take their blouses off fast enough. Stripped to the waist, they took turns letting him try to squeeze their baggy breasts into that tiny bra, but of course neither could fit. Susan, in frustration and desperation, grabbed the straps from him and tried to close the fastener herself but he slapped her hands away because he feared she might rip the petite bra altogether. Upstairs, Elaine leaned against the door, sobbing softly, and then she heard the lock open. From the other side of the door the fairy godmother said, "I never left you, my dear. But I had to wait for you to ask. Go, and meet your destiny!" Elaine ripped the door open and ran down the stairs, arriving in the front hall just as the gentleman was preparing to leave. Her stepsisters stood disgruntled by their mother, putting their blouses back on and crying piteously. "Wait!" Elaine cried. "What about me?" The man stopped in his tracks and turned, his face drawn down in exhaustion and boredom. He'd seen more ugly tits in the past few days than a three-eyed dairy farmer would see in a year. He never would have guessed he'd ever get tired of having young ladies take their shirts off for him, but here he was, destroyed that he'd have to look at yet another naked chest. Cinderella But then he saw Elaine and his face brightened. Even behind the grime and ragged clothes he could see how absolutely lovely she was, and when his eyes fixed on her chest he couldn't help but notice how elfin she was built. Her stepmother turned purple as Elaine stood before the man and very slowly removed her blouse. The gentleman gasped when he saw her naked chest. Her skin was milky white and smooth, and her tiny breasts were centered by the most amazing nipples he'd ever seen. He drew the silk bra out of the velvet bag and approached her. Elaine pulled her hair back and out of the way, and raised her arms so she was available. The gentleman slipped the bra on her body and fastened it, and stood back beaming. "A perfect fit!" he declared, and bade her put her blouse back on. "It's the last time you'll have to wear that," he told her as he escorted her out the door to his waiting carriage, "or ever see this nasty old house again. I'm taking you directly to the castle, where you will soon be princess, and some day, queen." As she left she heard her stepsisters wailing like wounded cattle, and her stepmother telling them to shut up or else. It was no matter. She climbed aboard the gentleman's coach, and with a wave to her fairy godmother standing by the well and with a silent thank-you to her father in heaven who had arranged it all for her, she rode off to meet her prince, her fate, and her future. Cinderella: An Erotic Fairy Tale The story retold, and introducing a Witch, some ruffians and rats, a Curse, and a Member of Unusual Size. Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Cindy, who was probably the happiest girl in the kingdom. Her father was a rich merchant, and he doted on her, spoiling her with pretty clothes and shiny bobbles. She grew to become a singular beauty and she got all kinds of shagging. From the neighbourhood boys, not her father – this isn't that kind of tale. Her mother would bake her cookies (or, at least she had the servants do it) and Cindy would sing and play and screw away her days, without a care. And then it all went to shit. Her mother died suddenly - nobody got the number of the red coach that ran her down. Her father went into a decline and closed himself in his room all day, not eating, not merchandizing. He ignored the household accounts, and the servants all left with the silverware. Cindy did the best she could, but things got steadily worse, until one day a woman she had never seen before came to the door and offered to nurse her father back to health. The woman, whose name was Hilda, succeeded marvellously. Her father's bedsprings sang night and day, until a week later he emerged to announce to Cindy that he was going to re-marry on the morrow. So the very next evening Hilda, who was now Cindy's stepmother, moved in the rest of her belongings. A lovely crimson coach pulled up filled with trunks and bales and Hilda's two daughters. Cindy's new stepsisters were unfriendly and unlovely – in a word they were ugly. Worse, her stepmother turned out to be just as rotten. Wicked, even. They treated her very badly. She had to do all the work she had done before, and now be their servant too, although there was lots of money to hire new staff. Since they made her clean out the ovens and the fireplace (as well as everything else), they took to calling her Cinderella. It was Cinderella scrub this, Cinderella fetch that, the whole day long. It was all quite dreadful. Hilda made sure her father worked long hours at his office, and when he was home he ignored Cindy. It was as though he was in a trance. And the boys began to stay away; except for one she didn't really like much anyway. He only came around because Hilda would pay him to make out with her ugly daughters, a gold piece per base per daughter, no discounts for threesomes. When the palace announced a masquerade ball was to be held in honour of the young Prince Alan's twenty-first birthday, Cindy's father naturally received an invitation. (Did I mention he was rich?) Small good this did Cindy. Her stepsisters only laughed at her when she wistfully said how fine it would be to go, and then they told her to be more careful ironing their gowns. The night of the ball, Cindy found herself home alone cleaning out the fireplace yet again, and weeping, her falling tears lifting little puffs of ash as they landed at her feet. "Cinderella! How shallow can you get?" asked a voice from behind her. Cindy whirled around to confront a short dumpy figure in a sequined dress. "It's Cindy! And I don't care," she wailed. "I wanted to meet the Prince!" Then she added, "Who the heck are you?" "I'm Shirley, your Fairy Godmother, of course." Cindy thought Shirley was a bit mannish looking, and her dress didn't really fit very well, so that the tops of her bosoms were squeezed out, but she sparkled so she was clearly magical. She soon proved it. "You really want to go to this thing, huh?" "Oh, yes, please!" "You got it then, dearie!" Shirley pulled a little stick out of her belt, waved it in the air, and flash – Cinderella's ragged dress became a slinky gown of silk the colour of soot. This particular shade of grey may not be so great when it's smudged on a girl's face and knees, but if it is on her low-cut dress, one that clings like a second skin, and which allows you to imagine you can see everything through its sheerness – then it is HOT. Cindy looked down. Her old dress had done it's best to squash her breasts flat, making breathing difficult, but in this dress they stuck out proudly before her. And her hair, which had been tied up in an old kerchief, now flowed glossy and free over her bare shoulders. She could easily pass for twenty. There was another flash, and Cindy felt a gentle pressure on her head. Looking in the mirror over the mantle she saw she was now wearing a tiara, its thin circlet of gold dusted with so many diamonds that she appeared to be wearing a halo of light. It flared brightly as it reflected the flash of the Fairy conjuring Cindy some classy slippers. Shirley was on a roll, now. Flash again – and some hapless kittens became footmen. Another flash and a pumpkin in the corner became a shiny black coach, knocking over the buffet and dining table. "Shit," said the Fairy, as she flashed it out onto the street. More burst of light, and six cowering mice suddenly became rather confused ponies, and two rats who were trying to slip out the back way found themselves transformed into Hired Goons. "They'll look after you," Shirley said. Their shifty eyes and the ratty tails protruding from under their cloaks suggested otherwise, but when she flourished her wand and added, "or else," they took the hint. "Thank you! Thank you!" Cindy squealed, giving her Fairy Godmother a huge hug and kissing her powdery cheek. She was so excited she just had to perform a spin test in her gown, twirling around to see the effect. Her hair lofted up, but, wonderfully, so did her tight skirt, floating up around her as though it was made of gossamer. She danced across the room, unaware that she was flashing excellent views of her delectable little pussy. The goons leered. "Hmm. That reminds me," said Shirley. "One last thing. Or two, actually." With a flash Cindy was wearing a black mask, not the sort one wore for a masquerade, usually, but rather a narrow band of black silk knotted over her left ear. The effect was quite exotic, making her look like a corsair princess. Except ... "Shit," the fairy muttered again, there was a small 'puff', and Cindy blinked through the two eyeholes that had abruptly appeared in her mask. Then a final flash – and nothing to see at all. "Now you can handle the prince's curse," Shirley said with a smirk. "What curse?" Cinderella's eyes shone wide, inside her mask. It was the Fairy's turn to be surprised. "What? Oh ... well, a few years back the Prince used to run with a pretty rough crowd. You ever heard of Pisstol? Baredolph? Pym? No? How about Fullstaff?" Her eyes misted over at some fond memory. "No – I suppose you wouldn't have. They used to carouse and drink down in Westcheap, mostly in Mistress Speedy's place - the Boar's Little Head. You're sure you never heard this story?" Cindy shrugged, so Shirley continued on, "The Prince was just a youngish lad then, mind. So when a raggedy old woman came in and asked for a jar of cider, Prince Al made fun of her pointy black hat. Everyone went quiet and moved away from him ... um, so they tell me," she added. "Anyway, the old girl just smiled and offered to grant him a wish. Everybody moved back another couple of feet, but Al didn't take the hint, and said he wouldn't mind being hung like a horse. We all ... I mean, everyone there gasped, excepting the witch. She just glowered – he'd taken all the fun out of it, you see. It was like shooting fish in a barrel." "So what happened?" "So, after that, all of Prince Al's girlfriends ran away, and people started calling him Al the Peg – behind his back, of course." "Al the Peg?" "You know – the man with the extra leg?" "Extra leg?" Cindy puzzled, "Oh – you mean his peggo!" She beamed, as the light dawned. Then, as the full implications hit her, she added, "Ohh!" "It's sort of got a mind of its own, too, but I'm not entirely sure that was the witch's doing. Most of them are like that, anyway." Cindy goggled and looked down at the grey silk outlining her tingling pussy. Her Fairy Godmother seemed to have done something to her, but she didn't feel any different. Shirley marvelled at the girl's innocence, given her favourite pastime. She would have been knocked up long since, had it not been for her Fairy Godmother. "Oh, and, mumble, mumble midnight," she said. "Say what?" "I said, you have to be out of there by midnight. The magic is mostly, like, a time-limited deal." The Fairy Godmother looked a little defensive. "So get going!" "Aren't you coming with me?" Cindy was a bit alarmed. "You go on ahead, dear. I expect I'll look in on you later. Right now I have some, um, business to attend to, down in Westcheap." In no time at all, Cindy found herself at the palace being handed down out of the coach onto a red carpet, her ratty Goons looking to right and left, each with a hand under his cloak gripping his sword handle in case of trouble. The palace lackeys were suitably impressed, and hurried forward to toady her in through the huge front doors. "Whom shall I announce, my Lady?" asked an obsequious doorman. "Umm ... Princess Sindri of Erewon." Nobody, she was sure, would figure that one out. The name was passed, along with Cindy, to an official announcer at the top of a huge stairway, which led to the main ballroom. The man lifted a doubtful eyebrow, but after taking in the view of the beautiful masked girl in front of him, he smiled and turned to proclaim the Princess's arrival to the crowd below. She took in a deep breath and then started down the marble stair to make her entrance. Up until then the Prince had been bored mindless and, frankly, since the arrival of the ugly stepsisters he had been a little nauseous, as well. There weren't actually many young ladies at the ball. Some girls from the city had come, like the stepsisters, out of curiosity, and they quickly whispered warnings of his affliction to a few uninformed young ladies from foreign parts. The Prince had spent most of the evening sitting alone, looking so bleak that only the king dared to intrude, at one point dragging some reluctant dukes over to talk about last night's big game (the Tigers vs. the Hunters). But when the Prince heard the strange new Princess announced, and saw the beautiful girl sweep down the staircase, he was on his feet to greet her in an instant. Cindy curtseyed – his mask was lettered 'Prince Alan" in emeralds to prevent embarrassing incidents – and he bowed in turn and swept her straight out onto the dance floor. Luckily the conductor was alert, and the court orchestra struck up a lively waltz. The Prince danced well, but Cindy couldn't help noticing that his right trouser leg, although very loosely cut, stirred as though he had a large truncheon stuffed down his pants. Although this was, in fact, not unusual among a certain class in the city, it wasn't to be expected of a prince, and Cindy found herself blushing. For her part, Cindy danced with some exuberance, unaware of the breeze on her bottom. The assembled guests knew they should be scandalized, but she was a Princess, and clearly she did not intend to make a lewd display – she danced with the innocent abandon of a child on a beach. And, there it was again – she was a Princess, so allowances would be made. There were a few exceptions, of course. An elderly general had a coughing fit and had to be wheeled into the library for a restorative brandy. And the ugly stepsisters, normally given to bickering, were agreed on this subject. "Tramp," said one. "Slut," said the other. For lack of escorts, they were sitting with their mother and stepfather. Unlike the rest of the people in the room, Cindy's father's attention was focused on her top end. Something about the Princess's joyous smile held him. It was so familiar ... it was ... could it be? It was as though a spell had been broken, which of course was the case. The shock of recognition struck him just as Hilda chose to concur with her daughters. "Whore," she agreed. "Shut up," said Cindy's father, without looking away from the dance floor. Hilda shivered. Something in the hard, flat delivery of those words suggested there were some serious problems ahead. Indeed, she should have read the fine print on the label of her vial of 'Granny Abigail's Love Potion Number Eight', which she had purchased from the old woman in the pointy black hat. The next dance was a little more sedate, and afterward the conductor decided to chance something even slower – knowing his career, if not his head, was in the balance. The Prince, however, was taking no chances. That this Princess was at the ball, at all, meant that she had heard nothing about him, and he was determined to make the most of her warm presence before she fled, like all the others. He danced very carefully so that while their shoulders touched, Cindy received only a few accidental brushes from the mass in his pants. After that third dance, the Prince could take no more. He drew Cindy aside into the dimly lit corridor nearby. The conductor struck up another waltz to help everyone pretend they hadn't noticed. Cindy was thrilled by the Prince's attentions. He drew her down the hallway and into another room to sit on a softly cushioned chair. The both removed their masks, and, although the room was lit only by the moonlight, she was sure the Prince was even more handsome than he had appeared when she had once seen him with his Royal family on the State Balcony. He was full of amusing stories, plus he knew how to put his tongue in her ear just the way she liked. It reminded her how much she missed playing with her friends since her stepsisters had come. She tried to tug on the laces to his codpiece, but he managed to distract her with some excellent kisses. Soon they were locked in an embrace which can best be described as torrid, if a bit awkward, since the Prince was determined to keep her clear of his lumpy lap. For her part, she thought about the fairy's story and was determined to check it out. An odd struggle ensued, which was briefly resolved by the Prince pinning Cindy and hoisting her silken casing far enough to lick her pussy. His tongue swirled expertly along and around her moist pink folds, with special attention being given to her little clit. This was nearly her favourite game, and so she settled in to ride out a lovely orgasm. She recovered much more quickly than the Prince had expected, and darting forward she managed to tear loose his codpiece. His reaction surprised her. He slumped back onto the chair, moaning, with his hands covering his face. The codpiece, as it turned out, was purely ornamental, in so far as it could never have contained what was now slithering out of his breeches. The thing emerged like a snake from the charmer's basket, except the head was more python than cobra. It even had the slow, undulating motion of a powerful snake lifting to strike – and, like a snake, it seemed to follow her movements. As it continued to emerge, she was suddenly afraid – it was so huge. Had the fairy misled her? But an overwhelming rush of pure lust quickly overcame her fears. She perched on a nearby footstool and, reaching out, she took hold of the thing by its neck. It obediently dipped down and laid its foreskin-hooded head in her lap, even as more of its body reeled out into view. The Prince's hands fell away from his face. "You're still here," he said in astonishment. "Of course, silly," was her answer, as she stroked the heavy cock head in her lap. Her caresses made it wriggle, and its foreskin soon drew back to reveal its fat snout. It was plum shaped, but bigger than a baseball. Silvery beads of pre-cum drooled from its slit. Cindy coolly smeared the slippery stuff around its nose, and then, with an inappropriately shy smile at Prince Al, she lifted it up, opened her knees wide, and set it between her juicy pussy lips. The Prince just sat in shock, but his trouser snake knew what to do – it butted up against Cindy's crotch, pushing hard. She felt her pussy stretching, gradually but steadily, more and more, until suddenly the enormous knob surged inside her. She gasped as it entered - she knew she had been spread wider than should have been possible. Yet the feeling was marvellous. It felt even better when the thing started to slither deeper. She began to tremble with a fresh orgasm, and she felt her cunny muscles massage what must have been a foot worth of cock, stuffed deep in her belly. There was more to come. When her spasms subsided, Cindy looked down between her creamy thighs. A fat belly loop of cock was still suspended between her and the Prince, its knotted veins visible in the moonlight. She rose to her feet, and moved closer toward him, allowing the thing inside her to drive itself even deeper. She could feel its head poking around, somewhere behind her belly button, and then she was in the grip of another round of orgasms. They were better than she had ever had, and yet she found she could control her limbs to take hold of the chair's arms and climb up over the Prince. The trouser snake continued its explorations as she moved, and soon she could feel it enter her chest. 'Thank you, Fairy Godmother,' she thought, as she felt her cunny muscles rippling in waves along the entire length of it. The Prince was now holding her around her stretched tummy. She suddenly realized they were both making a dreadful racket – gasping and moaning in a very indecorous way for a state ball – but they were not interrupted, and gradually she felt the Prince's horse cock approach the base of her throat. God, but it felt wonderful. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her, continuously now, but she was still in control of herself as the thing slithered ever more of its fat bulk into her pussy hole and up inside. All the while, her bottom slowly dropped toward the Prince's lap. She felt the thing's head stretch her neck as it slid up her throat, and she was forced to tip her head, way back, to accept it. Her tiara bounced off into the darkness, and she panicked, very briefly, until she realized she could still somehow breath through her nose. By that time it was creeping up over her tongue and pushing against the back of her teeth. She automatically opened her mouth and the cock head slid back out into the open, forcing her mouth to open impossibly widely as it came. Now she was being stretched as much above as below, but she still felt neither pain nor discomfort. Some eight inches of fat cock rose obscenely from her mouth to point at the ceiling, and then she felt her pussy bottom out against the princely pubis. She knew the sight of a huge peggo emerging from her throat ought to be alarming, to some degree, but instead she found she had become quite fond of the thing. She decided she would name it Seth (although not out loud, of course). She reached up with one hand to rub its slippery head, and it bumped back against her hand, nuzzling her like her kittens often did. 'Hello Seth,' she thought, and scratched it on a chin-ish sort of spot. Then she gave it a friendly squeeze, and heard the Prince groan. Her own groans were now rather muffled, but his were getting louder than ever. Owing to her head being forced back, Cindy couldn't see the Prince's face, so she rotated her whole body around her new pet to peek down at him. He was displaying a combination of shock and pleasure. 'Good,' she thought, and then she allowed herself to revel in her internal spasms, enjoying the sensation of Seth's body throbbing inside her. To her delight, it was growing even thicker in girth, and simultaneously it was stiffening and straightening. This took some slack out of its middle, and forced several more pink inches to tower out of her mouth. In fact, Seth had become a rigid pole, and she no longer needed to hold on to the chair to keep her balance – she was being supported from inside as though by an iron bar. By bracing her feet under her, and straightening her knees, she found that she could slide herself up along it. She swallowed cock as she rose, until her mouth closed over its knob. She was standing now, more or less upright. The massive cockhead rested in her throat, just behind her tongue, so she was still forced to look up to where painted nymphs danced on the ceiling far up in the gloom. She smacked her lips, and thought, 'Wow!' Then, with a naughty smile, she let herself drop.