1 comments/ 4079 views/ 10 favorites Cinderella Submits Ch. 01 By: 1000dreams Dear Reader, This is the first part in what I am hoping will be a multi-chapter story. I was not sure where the story fits as there are elements of BDSM, exhibitionism, anal. So, reader beware... This chapter is a bit slow going, but things will move along faster in the next chapters. Please let me know what you think and please vote. **************************************** The ball had started before sunset and he had noticed her the minute she stepped into the hall. Her dress was beautiful but it's magic only worked to accentuate her natural beauty. He was drawn to her; attracted like a predator to its prey. The attraction was mutual; like polar opposites, the minute they had seen each other they couldn't help but be drawn together. The glances were short and brief in the very beginning but a current passed between them whenever their eyes met. Etiquette had dictated the first steps in the courtship. He had fought his natural instincts to rush to her side and had waited for the formal introductions before approaching her. However, the other guests seemed to disappear the minute his hand grabbed hers. The minute his lips met the soft skin of her hand their souls were set a braise. Cinderella did not know what was happening to her. She was a good girl from a good family. Her heart had always run steady and true. However, since the beginning of the evening she had discovered that this organ that she had taken for granted could beat to rhythms that left her flush with heat and desire. The Prince had not released her hand after he had brought it to his lips. He did not want to let her go. For the first half hour, he dragged her around the room introducing her left and right to the noblemen and ladies of the court. So many names and faces; she was sure that she would not be able remember them all. Between these introductions he prodded her on her life, her story, her beliefs. She was not afraid or intimidated by the Prince. She talked to him as if she was his equal with wit and humor. How refreshing and modern he thought. Finally, a girl who did not seem to be tainted by the societal rules of the time. The prince was intrigued by this young woman. Cinderella was in a whirlwind of emotions. She felt as she was being tossed in all directions. Her heart was barely fluttering a minute and the next it was beating as if it was trying to escape from her chest. She was out of breath and felt intoxicated and euphoric. The incessant questions, the unfamiliar faces, everything was a blur and such a contrast to her world. She had been so isolated after the death of her father, so removed from everything else that she did not know how to behave in the present situation. The Prince had made his way across the ballroom Cinderella in tow. He had fulfilled his duties by welcoming and entertaining all the good people of the kingdom. It had been a sprint from one side of the room to other but he felt confident that he could now step outside with the young woman without drawing too much attention. The room was full and the party was now well underway. He pulled her hand and dragged her past the royal guard in an isolated part of the palace. Alone at last, he gave her a big smile and leaned in for their first kiss. She responded in kind attracted by his hypnotic gaze. Their lips made contact and they both stepped back looking into each other's eyes surprised by the emotion that they felt. The first kiss was timid but then came another and another, each new kiss more passionate than the previous one. Cinderella had never been kissed but her body, her mind, her heart all reacted to the electricity that was coursing through her. She was soon out of breath trying to keep up with the Prince's hungry lips. After a few minutes of heavy lip to lip kissing she began moaning in his mouth. Though his embrace had remained chaste he could feel the heat through her dress. She was struggling for air. Her corset was preventing her from breathing freely. She was light headed and she was hot and the desire that the Prince provoked was building up an unknown pressure within her. A new sensation, a knot, a big ball of nerve, a heat, a need to explode was forming within herself. The Prince gently parted her lips and tenderly slid his tongue into her mouth. That new sensation sent her over the edge. It was strange and unexpected; she was left wide eyed as her body reacted to this sweet invasion by releasing an electric wave that coursed through her. "Ooohhh!" The Prince sensed her body tense in his arm as she shook in his embrace. The kiss had been interrupted by her orgasm as she melted in his arm. She had lost her balance and would have slid to the floor if he had not been holding her in his arms. He was now staring at her quizzically. Had this virginal beauty just orgasmed from a kiss? Cinderella was in a panic. So much was happening so fast that she did not have time to process and understand what was going on. She was a romantic. She had read the stories about love and fairytales and kisses and living happily ever after but what was that? What was this fever coursing through her? What was this heat at the core of her soul? What was this sensation? Why was she light headed and hot? What was this unbridled desire for the Prince to kiss her, for him to touch her?... And more importantly what had just happened to her!? Cinderella recoiled in embarrassment. Her face, her neck, and her chest were flush with excitement. She stepped back and away from the prince. She wanted to run away and hide, humiliated by these sensations that she did not understand. The Prince was amused. He looked at her with renewed interest and lust. Cinderella was eighteen and a sheltered virgin. The Prince was no such thing. He was a man and ten years her senior. He had lived the life of a rich libidinous philandering bachelor. He had travelled the world and was very well acquainted with the carnal pleasures that adventurous women had to offer. The people who knew him called him Oliver. Oliver loved women, loved sex, and had developed a sophisticated passion for kinky play. He had been happy exploring his particular interests with various companions and would have been content to keep on living the simple life. However, his Royal obligations would not let him lead the easy life that so many of his noblemen peers were allowed to live. His parents were aging and, as the sole successor to the throne, he was expected to pick a prim and proper wife before he could ascend to lead the kingdom. The ball had been organized to that purpose. Cinderella and all the young maidens of the land had been asked to gather at the Palace so that His Majesty could pick a bride for Himself. Oliver had dreaded the idea. He wanted a woman with experience in his bed. He did not want a blushing bride. He wanted someone who knew what she liked and most importantly somebody who would know how to please him. Cinderella had peaked his interest from the minute she had stepped into the ballroom. Despite his reticence to be with a young innocent woman who would most likely be a virgin and against his better judgement her beauty had awoken his lust. If he had to pick a young maiden, maybe he could awaken within her wanton desires to match his insatiable sexual appetite? That thought had not occurred to him until now. When the beautiful Cinderella orgasmed from his kiss a new world of possibilities materialized before him. He was intrigued with her reaction and decided that this evening might not be such a drag after all. The blushing Cinderella was now looking down unable to face the prince. She was a bumbling mess and her flight instinct was telling her to rush out out of the palace. However, her body seemed paralyzed and she stood still not knowing what to do. "Cinderella," he said, "you are free to go now." He waited for the words to sink in. "However, as you know," he continued. "I am looking for a bride tonight. If you decide to stay then you need to know this: I am going to test you tonight. You seem to have the quality that I am looking for in a wife but I need to be sure. You can also leave at any time this evening, but if you leave you cannot come back. Is that clear?" Cinderella timidly nodded yes and that was all the acceptance that the prince had been hoping for. He grabbed her by the hand yet again to bring her back to the center of the ballroom. Cinderella had attracted the stares of all the guests as the prince placed her in the middle of the empty dance floor. The couple had been away but for a moment and their absence had not been noticed. However, the scarlet flush of Cinderella's complexion could not be ignored. People where whispering and snickering giving her knowing stares. The young woman wished she was miles away, if only she could disappear beneath the warm blankets of her bed. She was embarrassed and humiliated, her gaze fixed on the intricate detail of the ballroom dance floor. Her vision was blurry with tears pooling in her eyes. Fortunately, the prince was holding her firmly against his muscular frame. Unable to withstand the stares of the assembly she found comfort by hiding her face against him, in the crook of his neck. The music started at the bequest of the prince and pretty soon the dance floor filled up with the party goers. Cinderella and Oliver were lost in the crowd as he moved her in time to a slow paced waltz. Oliver gave Cinderella a few minutes to adjust before pushing her face off of his chest. He established eye contact with her. She had slowly recovered from her orgasm and her scarlet flush had faded to a light pink hue. It was time to start playing the game. Cinderella was staring into his eyes when a mischievous smile crept on his lips. Suddenly, his fingers made contact wit her bare skin at the small of her back. While they had been dancing, Oliver had discreetly inserted his hand into her dress. The cape that she was wearing concealed his actions and her corset was so tightly laced around her that she had not felt the dress loosening in her back as he opened the buttons one by one. "Shhhh!" he whispered. "Don't attract any attention onto yourself." She was entranced as shivers began running down her spine. This first ever skin to skin contact reawakened her desire and the hue of her skin betrayed her excitement. Fortunately, the room was dim and she felt protected by the semi-darkness of her surroundings. Cinderella tried to lean back into his chest to hide her face. However, he pulled her away. "Look at me." His tone was commanding. Her eyes wandered about the room. No one seemed to pay attention to them. The crowd was too dense for people to see what was going on. At least, that is what she hoped for... "Look into my eyes and do not look away from me no matter what happens." Before she could comprehend the full meaning of his words, she felt his warm hand on her bare butt. He had swiftly inserted his hand under the waistband of her half-slip and was now holding her naked ass in his hand. Cinderella gasped. Her shock was fortunately masked by the crowd surrounding them. Her eyes were like saucers. Oliver did not give her time to recover as he kept moving her around the dance floor. Her buttocks were firm, round and muscular and he enjoyed massaging them as they moved around the ballroom. Cinderella's mix of emotions was a delight to him. She was clearly aroused and terrified all at once. She kept on staring into his eyes. There was no refuge for her. How far could he go? He was enthralled to find out. Cinderella was a bundle of nerves. Her mind was no longer controlling her body. The hand on her bare flesh was turning her blood to lava. He was tightening and releasing his grip around her ass. With each movement of his hand, she could feel his long fingers exploring more of her intimate places. She dreaded to find out where his fingers would go next but another part of her wanted the torture to continue. The tempo of the music suddenly changed to a fast paced Bourrée and Cinderella gasped again. Oliver had flexed his fingers vigorously and had pulled up the buttock that was in his hand. Cinderella looked intently into his eyes as she felt her intimate parts being parted by his actions. Finally, when he released his hold on her, she felt the tip of his middle finger sitting at the entrance of her very moist vagina while his index sat at the entrance of her anus. Time stood still. He flexed his hand yet again. Her labia and her anus parted as the tip of each finger penetrated her at the same time. It was not much of a penetration, yet when he released his grip on her ass she felt each finger fill both of her virgin holes at the same time. He was there and she could feel the pulse of her heart on his invading digits. He flexed and released, flexed and released and did so several times until each finger was a knuckle deep into the cavities they were exploring. Cinderella had stopped breathing. She could not believe how good it felt. She stood in the middle of a crowded ballroom, surrounded by hundreds of people with both of her holes filled. She breathed laboriously. The penetration had nearly caused her to orgasm for the second time that evening. Oliver waited for her to relax a bit. For a minute, he wished that his fingers had been longer. He was sure that if his ring finger could caress her clit he would have been able to drive her over the edge as often as he wanted. He would have been able to make her come at his will. Alas the clit was out of reach for now... but there would be more time for that later. Cinderella, did not need for her clit to be touched. The slight penetration was enough to drive her mad. As the couple kept on twirling around the dance floor she felt her body build up to another orgasm. Oliver felt it too. This time he would not do anything to prevent her from reaching the apex of her sexual desire. The build up took a few minutes. He wanted her to work for it. He did not insert his fingers any deeper as they sat past the edge of her orifices. His hand now laid motionless; he had stopped squeezing her ass. It was the dance steps, the rhythm, the up and down motion that would bring her excitement towards its ultimate release. The friction, the heat, the physical exertion built up the heat at the core of her being. His hand inside her dress was touching her where se had never been touched before. His eyes stared deep into her soul. Everything was bringing her closer to her climax. She was so close; she could feel the release approaching. Finally, she felt the dam burst as the flood of ecstasy overtook her body. She leaned back into his hand trying to get a deeper penetration. Oliver tightened his hand around her buttock one last time as he felt the inner muscles contact around his digits. The beautiful Cinderella had climaxed in the middle of the overcrowded Palatial ballroom. None was the wiser, the music had covered all traces of their public display. However, Oliver was sure now that he had found in her the future Queen of the kingdom. Cinderella Submits Ch. 02 Dear Reader, This chapter is still a bit verbose and do forgive my tendency to repeat myself... I am still laying the setting for the story but we are slowly getting to the nitty-gritty... This is purely a fantasy so don't be surprised if it seems completely unrealistic... That's what fantasies are all about, right!? I am still unsure where this fits... There are elements of BDSM, exhibitionism, anal, and lesbian cunnilingus. So, reader beware... Don't be shy let me know what you think and please vote... oh!... and enjoy! ;) ************************* Poor, poor, poor Cinderella! She went to the ball to meet prince charming and she got a prince who was not; he was kinky and naughty and my oh my did he love to play games... ;) ************************* Cinderella and Oliver were still on the dance floor. Cinderella was recovering from a massive orgasm. She was panting and breathing heavily, her face was flush and Oliver's hand was still resting on her ass. His fingers were still inserted in her tender virgin orifices. The young woman was bewildered. She had never felt the way this man was making her feel. It was all new to her and she loved it. She was going through a fast and furious initiation into sex and the rush of emotions was making her dizzy. Her body had been set afire with the gentle kiss that he had laid on her hand at the beginning of the evening and her desire had not relented a minute since that time. The prince had provoked her first orgasm with a passionate kiss. Then, he had brought her in the middle of the crowded ballroom and had managed to masturbate her to an intense orgasm without waking the suspicion of the other party revelers. As she slowly regained her composure, she looked into his fiery eyes enamored and enraptured with the sensations that were coursing through her being. She smiled at him as he slowly guided her off the dance floor his naughty fingers still inserted in her dripping and sweaty intimate flesh. Oliver was impressed by Cinderella's composure. He was seeking a playmate who would keep up with his greedy lust and the young woman had not yet shown any reluctance to his advances. He had purposefully skipped any form of foreplay. He did not have time to be pussyfooting tonight. He needed to know if she would be the one for him. He hated balls and big social gatherings and if Cinderella could not keep up with him then he would implement his failsafe plan. In anticipation of a disastrous evening, Oliver had chosen Molly, his favorite courtesan, to play the role of a young maiden. He would pick this lady of the night as his bride and thus be guaranteed to have a sophisticated lover to tend to his desires for years to come. He was no fool and he knew that his relation with Molly would never amount to a truly meaningful marriage but after a lifetime spent in the palace he had lost all delusion in terms of relationships. All this planning was put on hold the minute Cinderella had walked into the room. He wanted to get to know her first and he reasoned that he could always start implementing the back-up plan later that evening if she walked away. There was a simplicity and a softness about her smile. She did not seem to be carrying the proverbial mask that all the courtiers and nobility wore in front of him. In all his years at the court, there had only been a handful of people to show these qualities and Oliver had sought them out and had established meaningful friendships with all of them. He was attuned to detecting the genuine nature of his subjects. Cinderella did not hide behind any artifices and her reactions were true. If she could keep up with the voracious nature of his sexual appetite, she would make the ideal companion. So, Oliver decided to press on to see how much more Cinderella would take. Masked by the big flowing cape that Cinderella was wearing, Oliver had managed to open the buttons located in the back of her dress. He had burrowed his hand beneath the layers of undergarments and was currently squeezing her ass as his middle finger was a knuckle deep into her vagina while his index was inserted in her anal opening. The palm of his hand rested on one of her butt cheeks. The moisture, the excitement and the sweat caused by the heat and the exertion on the dance floor had made Cinderella very slippery to the touch. There were enough fluids from her earlier orgasm to lubricate the soft flesh of the young woman thus ensuring that she would not be hurt by his incessant probing. When he had guided her away from the dance floor, Cinderella had been hoping that the public embarrassment would stop. She wished for the prince to take her back to one of the private rooms away from the guests. Cinderella wanted privacy. She was discovering her sexual needs and desires for the first time. But unfortunately, it was a discovery that she was making in front of a gathered assembly. It was overwhelming, exciting and scary all at once. She wanted to scream and let out her jouissance, her pleasure, her ecstatic enjoyment but she had needed to restrain herself. What a cruel twist of fate, she thought. She wanted to be alone with him but alas the prince had other plans. The gathered crowds could not see what was happening. To the assembled guests the royal couple looked like a young couple holding each other with their arms around their wastes after the dance. The prince was not behaving according to the established etiquette but then so were all the other young subjects attending the festivities. High society would let its youth break a few rules here and there as long as it was done in public to insure that no hanky-panky was taking place... Little did they know. As they walked towards one of the opened terraces for some fresh air, Oliver removed both his middle finger from Cinderella's vagina and his index from her ass. Cinderella was relieved and surprisingly disappointed all at once. She had grown accustomed to his touch and to the impassioned excitement it fanned at her core. He gently patted and caressed her behind as he led her through the multitude of guests. His touch was sending shivers up and down her spine. Once outside, Oliver quickly scanned the surroundings to find a very secluded spot for the next phase of her trial. Pushing and nudging her forward he brought her against the balustrade in a dark corner overlooking the flower garden. The sun had disappeared and the dusk was giving way to a clear and starry night. Oliver was standing behind her as he pointed to various spots in the garden recounting childhood memories and old family fables. "Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her ear lobe. Cinderella had been lulled by his tales into a false sense of security. He did not wait for her response as he leaned into her from behind. Cinderella gulped a big breath of fresh air. The hand that had been gently palming her her butt was back at work. Oliver inserted his hands between her legs cupping her damp sex with his four fingers. As he lifted her up to her toes, his thumb began parting her rump on its way towards her anal rosebud. "Spread you legs for me," he directed. She leaned against the flowery ornaments of the stone handrail in front of her to keep her balance as she shuffled on her toes to do as he asked. The tug that he was applying on her sex had sent her heart racing. Her throat was tight as the blood rushed to her head. The feverish heat overtook her senses. The cool evening breeze was such a contrast to the scorching sensation surging over her that it felt as if the night air was partaking in her torment. Before she could get used to his sensual grasp on her mound, Oliver started applying pressure on her anus with his fifth digit. It was exquisite. He was closing his hand shut applying pressure on her sex and her anus at the same. She was still lubricated and sweaty from her earlier climax and with her legs spread her little wrinkled opening did not offer any resistance to the tip of his thumb. As he pulled her sex backwards with his four fingers his thumb slowly begun penetrating the opening of her ass. The prince's hand was clasping Cinderella at her core. The pressure on her sex was intense but Oliver had been very careful to avoid any direct contact with her clit. He kept on compressing her mound though and could feel the enlarged clitoral nub within its folds. He removed and folded his index and started fondling her moist labia. With her legs parted, he had an easy access to her intimate flesh. He could feel the grooves and ridges of her humid, smooth and swollen vaginal lips. He slowly teased her vaginal opening as his thumb gradually passed the edges of her sphincter. Cinderella's heart was pounding within her chest. She was inhaling and exhaling on the verge of yet another orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her hands tightly holding the balustrade, she leaned against the chest of the man standing behind her, using him to steady herself. The fever that was coursing through her body had rendered her delirious with need. There was only the heat, the pounding in her veins, the cool air coming in and out of her lungs, and the unrestrained need to reach carnal bliss. "Enough teasing!" he thought. Abruptly, and without warning, the prince completely inserted his index into her. She was so lubricated and so excited that it slid all the way in without causing any pain. As his index topped out, he impaled his thumb all the way into her ass. He then pinched his fingers together and backed his body away from hers. Cinderella was now standing on her toes, legs wide apart, impaled; the fingers of her prince were her only means of support. The swift change of pace surprised Cinderella and brought her out of her ecstatic state. She had come so close to climatic bliss but he denied her the sweet discharge. Stunned, she opened her eyes. Oliver was lifting her up by her center and soon only the tip of her toes touched the marble floor. As he lifted her off the ground, he began massaging and squeezing the thin soft lining between her rectum and her vagina. He was heating up the inner most pieces of her being and the friction was building up a sexual blaze even greater than the previous one. She was being consumed by her new need to reach the orgasm that he had just denied her. His two fingers became the center of her universe. She felt the circular rubbing within her and knew that he had complete control over her. Cinderella felt like a puppet on his hand. "My Prince!" Molly interrupted. Cinderella shot up in a frenzy. Mortified she gripped the rail in front of her in an attempt to disentangle herself from the prince. To her horror, the prince did not let her go. Instead, he wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her away from the railing lifting her off the ground and backing her into his chest. He was holding her tight against him, his fingers still massaging the inner parts of her sex and her ass. "Don't move!" he softly ordered into her ear. "Molly, what are you doing here? Don't you see that I am busy?" asked Oliver to the newcomer. Until earlier that evening, Molly had been poised to become Oliver's Queen. She was his favorite concubine and had been one of his most trusted confidents. She was one of the few honest people that Oliver had let into his inner circle. Prior to meeting Cinderella, Oliver had made plans to make Molly his bride. He had reasoned that being with an honest whore who had shown him allegiance on many occasions, a woman he valued and respected would be far better than a marriage to an unknown prude virgin or even worst: an arranged marriage with all the politics it entailed. Molly knew him and shared the same passion for all his kinks and desires. They were not in love but had a deep respect for each other. In essence, she had become his submissive and the person with whom Oliver could express all his sexual needs and wants. Molly had been observing her prince since the beginning of the ball. She had seen his attraction to the young Cinderella and had sensed the palpable attraction between them. Molly was jealous and envious of the young Cinderella. She knew that Oliver wanted a kinky sexually ravenous woman as his bride and she had wanted to be that for him. She also instinctively knew that Oliver was putting Cinderella though a trial. The courtesan had been the only one to notice the carnal nature of their dance in the ballroom. She had followed them out on the terrace and had been enthralled by the sensual nature of Cinderella's response to the prince's manipulations. Molly knew of Oliver's boundless sexual needs. She knew that he would never put her out to pasture and she knew that Cinderella would never be enough for him. Molly had seen Oliver take as many as four concubines in one evening. He was tireless. She also knew that her services were required in order to test Cinderella's willingness to be with Oliver. In Molly's mind, if Cinderella passed the test then they would both become part of Oliver's kinky sexual world. On the other hand, if the young woman failed, then she, Molly the little whore from a poor family, would become his wife: the Queen. She was yearning for the latter and she would make sure that Cinderella's trial would be as debasing as possible. Cinderella's tribulations were about to begin. "My lord, I am here to assist you," said Molly with the smile of a cat who had swallowed a canary. Oliver analyzed the situation for a second that felt like an eternity to Cinderella. He had not planned on this chain of event so early in the evening. He figured that it was way too early for him to push these types of limits on the young woman but alas the proverbial cat was out of the bag. As all of this was happening, Oliver's fingers had kept on massaging the inner sanctum of Cinderella's intimate tissues. If it was possible, the embarrassment, the humiliation and the utter degradation had amplified her lustful, immodest desires. She had closed her eyes to avoid Molly's stare as Oliver's hand kept on toying with her hot, moist and liquid flesh. "Cinderella?" Oliver asked. She attempted to regain some form of composure as she turned her head to look to him. "Is this ok? Are you staying or going?" The young woman was left to decide. Oliver had told her that she did not have to stay. She understood the meaning of his question. When Molly had offered her assistance to the prince, Cinderella's heart had stopped beating for a moment. She understood right away that Molly was here to test her too. When her tormented heart resumed its pounding in her chest she had already accepted her fate and that acquiescence had only served to amplify her yearning for orgasmic release. She felt depraved and decadent and she loved it. In answer to his question, she lifted her toes off the ground impaling herself further onto his hand. A thunderous orgasm escaped her lips as Oliver covered her mouth to muffle the sound and avoid being detected by the other guests who were standing not too far away. Oliver called Molly over with a movement of his head. As he instructed his concubine to kneel in front of them he lifted Cinderella higher in the air. Molly was quickly draped and covered by Cinderella's large flowing dress. The young woman was now sitting on Molly's shoulder her pussy inches from her face. Oliver's fingers were still deep in her orifices as he held her in place. Molly knew exactly what to do. She extended her tongue and slowly started lapping the hand of her prince. She worked her way up to his fingers tickling him in the process. When she got past his knuckles she stuck out her tongue to lick the juices leaking from Cinderella's dripping hot box. Cinderella was still in the throws of passion that her last orgasm had provoked. She was so sensitive that the wet slippery heat of Molly's tongue reignited the flame and provoked a second orgasmic wave to wash over her right away. Oliver was still muffling her mouth. The scarce amount of air she could inhale through her nose had the effect of keeping her arousal at its highest peak. Molly was fascinated by the girl's reaction. Cinderella did not show any sign of hesitation, inhibition or repulsion in reaction to the concubine's oral ministrations. Cinderella kept on coming on her tongue as her juices flowed and poured out of her. Pretty soon Molly's entire face was bathed with the nectars of Cinderella's passion. It was intoxicating and Molly soon realized that this young woman would soon become Her Queen. To be continued... Cinderella Submits Ch. 03 Dear Reader, The kinky version of Cinderella's Sexy Saga continues. I am still unsure where this fits... You will find some forms of: BDSM, exhibitionism, ENF, anal, lesbian cunnilingus and some preliminary elements of nonconsent/reluctance. I realize that this last category is a great turn-off for some. So, reader beware and consider reading something else if any of these categories bother you... Please don't be shy and let me know what you think. Please vote. Enjoy! ;) ********* Poor, poor, poor Cinderella! The prince was hot and kinky, But boy was he sexy, he turned her on and played with her, and she came and she came, and despite all the shame, all she wanted was to come again. ************* Cinderella was still sitting on the shoulder of Molly in a secluded part of the balcony. The young courtesan was kneeling, hidden beneath the folds of her large flowing dress. Cinderella's legs were splayed open with her dripping pussy inches from Molly's face. She had used her talented tongue to bring the young maiden to the throes of passion. Prince Oliver still had his thumb up her ass while his index was lodged all the way into her quivering vagina. The young woman was having a hard time recovering from the string of multiple orgasms that had gushed though her body. Cinderella could not wrap her mind around the sexual universe she was discovering. A Big Bang of unfamiliar feelings and emotions had exploded and was quickly expanding within her. She was delighted and enraptured with the emotions that were overtaking her. It was all so powerful, it felt so good, she wanted more and more. The young orphan had been enamored with the prince for years. The prince was simple and modest and had tried to remain as anonymous as possible when helping others. Yet, there had been legends and rumors about his generosity, his humanity and all the good deeds that he had done over the years. These fables had increased in frequency and regularity adding to the myth of Prince Oliver. Cinderella was head over heel with the man before she had ever met him. She never stood a chance. Cinderella's intellectual infatuation for the prince had predisposed her to succumb to his charms. The minute she saw him and touched him her body pushed her spirits further along the path. Her body would become the most bendable, pliable and malleable clay to Prince Oliver's sexual whims. In another part of the ballroom, Cinderella's evil stepmother and stepsisters were plotting a way to get the prince's attention. Cinderella's success with the prince had short-circuited Drizella and Anastasia's chances at meeting the Royal heir. Years ago, in a dark tavern Lady Tremaine had overheard a drunk Royal guard spill his beans about the prince's kinky sexual preferences. That piece of information had set the wheels in motion for a machination that she hoped would help her place one of her two daughters as the bride of the prince who would someday ascend to the royal throne. The evil stepmom, had invested a fortune in a potion that she was told would make the prince fall in lust with either one of her daughters. She had also spent many years teaching her daughters all the ways, the wiles, the tricks of seduction. By today's standards, the potion would be best described as a blend between a very potent versions of Viagra, Ecstasy and a mild form of Ruffies. Lady Tremaine thought that if she could serve the mixture to the prince it would be enough to disorient him. Drizella would then lead him in a side room, strip him and rape him and voila! They would then be found out and be caught by all the subjects in attendance. The scandal would lead to the fastest wedding in the history of this venerable nation. Lady Tremaine and her daughters would become Royalty. Oliver, Molly and Cinderella had been out on the terrace for an indecent amount of time. Prince Oliver gently lifted the exhausted Cinderella off of Molly's shoulders. He set her down on very wobbly legs. His fingers were still inserted in the soggy, lubricated intimate parts of her being. Without that intimate grip, her shaky legs would not be strong enough to carry her. If Oliver wanted to pursue Cinderella's trials, he would have to be careful to show his face in the ballroom at regular intervals during the course of the evening. He reasoned that Cinderella needed some time to recover anyway. By his count, within the last hour and a half she had already cum six or seven times. There was the one during their first kiss, then the orgasm on the dance floor, and then at least four others on the terrace. Cinderella was showing signs of being multi-orgasmic and that pleased him greatly. Yes, the young virgin needed a few minutes to recuperate before moving on to the next labor of kinky love that he had planned for her. Oliver, still aided by Cinderella's cape, had kept his hand hidden in her dress. He had not stopped pinching the thin inner partition between Cinderella's vagina and her rectum. That pressure was a constant aphrodisiac for the young woman. With his digits in the most intimate and carnal parts of her being, Oliver was keeping her on the edge of an impending orgasm. "Let's go get a drink, I am expected to show my face to my guests," said the prince. With a small movement or his fingers and a twist of his wrist Oliver led Cinderella by her sex and her ass as if she was a true hand puppet. Cinderella had to concentrate on her breathing with each step she was making to keep from cumming in front of the gathered partygoers. They stepped into the dim ballroom and walked towards the bar to get some refreshments. As they approached, Cinderella nearly had a heart attack when she recognized her evil stepfamily coming towards them. Would they recognize her or was the spell going to work? Along with the dress and carriage, the magic of Fairy Godmother's spell on Cinderella was supposed to make her unrecognizable to people who knew her. Despite the powerful magic that she had witnessed, she still feared someone would identify her. When Lady Tremaine ignored her and looked past her to offer a drink to prince Oliver, Cinderella sighed a slight sigh of relief. The evil stepmom did not seem to know who she was after all. Her relief was short lived. Cinderella stared at the ominous glass that the Lady was holding and a bad feeling gripped her at the pit of her stomach. Her instinct told her that something bad was being staged and she needed to protect her prince. Abruptly, and despite Oliver's hold on her, Cinderella put herself in front of the prince to grab the cup that the Lady was extending and gulped down all of its content in dramatic fashion. "Do forgive my rude behavior... I was parched!" she offered as an excuse. Lady Tremaine's Machiavellian plot had just crumbled. She tried to keep a smile on her face and quickly adjourned with an awkward reverence to the prince. Oliver was surprised by the show that Cinderella had just put in front of him. Her behavior seemed very out of character with her previous demeanor. He would have to get to the bottom of that. As Oliver stood still, contemplating these events, Cinderella began feeling the effects that the potion was having on her. The first symptom that she felt right away was a drastic increase of lubrication in her vagina. She had been kept wet and excited by Oliver's talented manual dexterity but now her body was producing unnatural amounts of vaginal fluids. Within a matter of seconds her vagina was full of liquid heat and it soon started pouring in copious amounts past her vaginal lips and onto her thighs. The next sensation that she felt was a hyper sensitivity to all the materials and texture that were in contact with her. The cottons, the velvets, the silks, the pearls, and the jewels that were part of her dress all sent tingling signals to her nervous system. She could feel every ridge and groove of Oliver's skin as his fingers kept on moving in small circles in her ass and her vagina. And finally, she started to feel an incessant orgasm. Oliver had kept her on the cusp of ecstasy with his hands, but now a floodgate had been released. It started with a tiny tickle of sorts, a tiny ripple that propagated at her hot center. It gripped her but it would not let go. The ripple grew and enlarged. There was no end to it. Cinderella's mind could not process anything but utter and absolute erotic ecstasy. In a complete trance, her mind could only process and grasp the signals that her sex was sending. In a matter of minutes, Cinderella was thrown in some form of sexually induced catatonic state. Oliver had felt the changes happening in Cinderella's body right away. In all his years, he had never felt a sex gushing so many liquids. He quickly called Molly for help and they left the ballroom for Oliver's chambers. "Get the doctor, get the doctor right away!" he called to the guards as he sat Cinderella on one of the love seats. Cinderella was wailing her pleasure as she seemed to be humping an invisible man. As the formula ran its course, its effects could clearly be observed by the people gathered around the young woman. Oliver, Molly and the physician observed the most sensual display of love making imaginable. The young woman was gyrating her hips to the beat of an animalistic corporal pounding. An invisible force was making love to her and her body was responding with an everlasting climax. The doctor explained that she probably been "poisoned." For years, the doctor had heard of a legendary potion that could provoke the highest forms of sexual excitement but until that night he had never observed it himself. He told the prince not to worry, the girl was not in danger. The drug would have very short temporary effects and the young woman would be back to her normal state within a few hours. Oliver was relieved and thankful. He dismissed the doctor and watched Cinderella as she gave the lustiest, lewdest and bawdiest spectacle that he had ever seen. He resisted the temptation to touch her and be with her despite his growing desire. There would be no honor in taking advantage of her drug induced state and sex without consent was a rape by any other name. At some point, she fell off the couch and began rubbing herself against the soft rugs of the Palace. On her knees, butt in the air, face to the ground, she was rubbing her sensitive bust on the carpet. Then, she bunched together the fabric of her dress and stuck it between her legs before squeezing them tight together as she writhed in orgasm against her clothing. The erotic heat was incessant and the show kept on going for hours. "Dong!" The first chime of the midnight hour began to toll. The abrupt noise startled and started to get Cinderella out of her trance. "Dong!" The young woman finally snapped back to life in a panic. "Dong!" Cinderella got up and started towards the doors. "I need to go," she said as she started to run out of the room. The prince sat bewildered by the quick change. Cinderella was gone and it took him a few seconds to start running after her. "Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!" Cinderella was lost in the halls of the castles trying to find a way out. "Dong!" She could hear the music from the ballroom in the distance and she started towards it. Her glass slippers were not made for running so she grabbed them in her hands to accelerate her run. "Dong!" "Dong!" She was finally within reach of the ballroom but the prince was not far behind. She could hear his footsteps behind her as he called for her. "Dong!" She was attempting to cross the ballroom as the prince came in behind her. The crowd was slowing down her desperate attempt to flee the Palace. "Dong!" "Dong!" The last chime of midnight had struck! A big flash of light emanated in the middle of the dance floor. Flashes, crackles and sparkles attracted everyone's attention to the loud display of colors and light. Cinderella was now nude in the middle of the room. The disruption had opened up the crowd leaving her isolated at the center of everyone's attention. Total silence overtook the great hall as all eyes were on her exposed form. There she stood, in her birthday suite, a living replica of Botticelli's Venus. The magic spell that her fairy godmother had cast had now vaporized leaving Cinderella in the most inappropriate of situations. The assembly was stunned. Cinderella was horrified. For some reason the glass slippers that she was holding in her hands were the only pieces of her costume that had not disappeared. Instead of covering her nude form, she opted to cover her face with her arms. Now that the spell was gone anyone who knew her in the assembly would be able recognize her. That thought was worst than being seen naked. The party goers were still dumbfounded by the events that had just unfolded before them. The flash of light and the sounds had left them blinded and disoriented. Cinderella only had seconds to react. She rushed into the crowd towards the closest exit. She pushed through the human sea with all the strength that her despair gave her. Her body's reaction to the friction, to the groping and the pushing nauseated her. Did it feel good!? A small part of her wanted to stop and savor the moment. Cinderella was still under the influence of the potion and its lingering effects. The soft silks, the cottons, the skin of strangers, the perfumes and the scents of the men and women all attacked her cerebral receptors. She was overloaded with sensory information that her brain could not process. Fear was her the only saving grace. The rush of adrenaline allowed her to battle the haze and pushed her forward. It gave her enough strength to break through the throng of attendees. Still benefiting from the overall general surprise, she was able to get to an exit. She then rushed down the castle's main stairs towards the gates keeping her arms around her head to avoid any chance of being recognized. Unfortunately for her, Lady Tremaine and her daughters were still part of the audience in attendance. The evil stepmother had witnessed it all: the prince running in after her, the show of lights and sounds, and the very nude girl. Also, once the spell had been lifted she recognized the bane of her existence, the constant reminder of her loss, the daughter of the only man she had truly loved: Cinderella. Upon that realization, she had quickly devised that Cinderella might be her only remaining key to unlock the gates to the Palace. She would need get to her first. She needed to get to the young woman before the prince caught up to her. While Cinderella was trying to get through the crowd, Lady Tremaine and her daughters had rushed to get to their carriage. They were now waiting in the shadows for the young woman to make her way down the great steps. Cinderella hesitated a second. Where could she go and how could she get there in her present state of undress? Her slight hesitation was the source of her demise. Her visibility had greatly been diminished; she could not see much through her arms as they were hiding her face. She never saw Drizella and Anastasia coming up behind her. She was engulfed and bagged into the big piece of tarp they were holding. They lifted her quickly into the carriage and sped off past the open gates into the darkness. By the time he made it down the stairs, Prince Oliver was left holding one of Cinderella's glass slippers. In her struggle to get free, she has released it on the cobble stones. To be continued... Cinderella Submits Ch. 04 Dear Reader, The kinky version of Cinderella's Sexy Saga continues. In this one, it gets hot and heavy right away... ;) You will find some forms of: • BDSM, • Spanking, • exhibitionism, • incest/taboo • enema, • anal, • lesbian cunnilingus, • and forms of nonconsent/reluctance. I realize and understand that some of these categories might be a great turn-off for some... So, reader beware and consider reading something else if any of these bother you. Please don't be shy and let me know what you think. Please vote. Enjoy! ;) ********* Poor, poor, poor Cinderella! She didn't look at the time, then rang the 12th chime, she got caught naked, and they took her away. ************************************************** Cinderella was strung up in the tarp. Her head, her torso, her arms, the top half of her body was completely covered in the fabric. She was in total obscurity being driven in a carriage. To her great embarrassment, she had been laid across someone's lap her naked and exposed rump up in the air. The carriage was under way. Cinderella was in a panic. Not a word was spoken. She was moving her head left and right trying to concentrate on all the sounds, trying to identify who could have possibly kidnapped her. She could hear the clopping of the hoofs on the road, the creaking and cracking of the wooden carriage, the hooting of some distant owls, and the songs of the cicadas in the hot summer night. Who were they? Where were they taking her? "Spank!" A gloved hand had hit her. "Ah!" she yelled out. "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" a series of forceful slapped landed rhythmically on her trussed up ass. "Ah! Stop it! Stop it!" Cinderella shouted desperately. The hand did not stop. "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" "Spank!" the series continued. Her butt was now flaming red. Cinderella was crying, her tears flowing freely from her eyes. The hand stopped its attack and remained on one of her maltreated cheeks. Another leather covered hand landed on her other cheek. The horror! The hands curtly parted her derrière wide open exposing her anus and her over-excited sex. The shame! Cinderella was still under the influence of the love potion that she had swallowed instead of Oliver. She had returned from her earlier hypnotic state but she was still prey to its lingering effects. The potion was still driving her insane with sexual desire. The embarrassment! A finger from another pair of hands came to touch her wet labia. "Ooh!" She could not control her body's reaction to the intimate exploration. She was still sensitive and excited. The leather covered finger kept on playing with the engorged lips. It was driving up her desire as she laid with her ass pried apart by the person who had just spanked her. "Ah!" the finger pressed into her sodden sex. The penetration was slow and deliberate. Cinderella felt each groove and bump of the stitching as the gloved finger passed her oversensitive vulva. The insertion was pointed in an angle downward towards the front wall of her vagina, towards her pubic bone, and stopped atop her g-spot. In her state of excitement, the new sensation drove her instantly to an orgasm. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" The leathered finger was relentless. Varying degrees and levels of pressure were applied on the same spot over and over and over again. Cinderella had lost all sense of her surrounding as that spot and that spot only became the center of her delicious agony. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Each pulse became an orgasm, each orgasm driving her further and further in an ecstatic state of pure bliss. The carriage stopped. Cinderella was lifted out of the carriage. Hands grabbed her under her arms through the fabric of the canvas material while others lifted her by the knees. Her legs were splayed open as she was moved in a seated position. To add to her degradation, the leather covered finger hooked into her vagina tantalizing her sex towards another orgasm as she was carried around. Still covered up and blinded by the tarp the young woman was transported into a building. Doors were opened, stairs spiraling down were taken, other doors, long hallways. Cinderella was trying to build a mental layout of the place to no avail. Her mind was still fogged up by the potion and the finger pulling at her sex was distracting her with every step as it moved up and down, up and down with the motion of the walk. Eventually, they stopped walking and her knees were released so she could stand. However, the hooked finger remained in her vagina and pulled her up so as to keep her on her toes. A big leather belt was wrapped around her waist. The ropes that were holding the tarp around her midriff were loosened and four hands came up into the improvised bag. A ball with a string was inserted into her mouth and tied behind her head. A big leather mask was put around her head and secured tightly. She would not be able to see and even her ears were covered greatly muffling and diminishing her hearing. The burlap was finally removed exposing Cinderella's nude form to the damp air. The thin layer of sweat that was covering her torso made her even more sensitive to the cool drafts. The wicked finger was still inserted into her sex keeping her wet and excited. Straps, cuffs and more straps were fitted around her while the finger brought her along to another climax as it found her g-spot. Soon, she felt tugs and pulls, and while she rode the finger to another orgasm she was lifted and suspended from the ceiling by her arms, her waist, her thighs, her knees and her ankles. Another finger was inserted and another, her well lubricated pussy accommodating the intrusion effortlessly. The fingers started moving in and out, in and out, in and out as she started gyrating her hips humping the hand that was fucking her. "Ooh!" she muffled another orgasm through her gag. The hand was removed and a small, long, smooth object was inserted and removed over and over and over again into her sensitive vagina. "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" Cinderella sighed exhausted by her final orgasms. She had finally reached her limit as she drifted into the arms of Morpheus. Lady Tremaine sat with her two daughter at the corner of the vast wooden table in the old dilapidated mansion's kitchens. The expansive space remained obscure except for the single candle that stood illuminating the small group. "Did you see that? Have you ever? She came so many times and then she fell asleep all tied up?" Drizella fired in rapid succession. "Even the slaves who consent don't react the way she did. Of course, the potion was making her super horny... But still... How come we never got to play with her before?" she continued. Lady Tremaine stared at the flickering flame rubbing both side of her forehead with her long feminine fingers. For years, she had abused and mistreated the young woman who was now suspended in her secret sex chambers. She did not want to hate the poor girl but the feeling could not be controlled. In the deepest part of her soul, she felt sorry for the poor Cinderella. She had been but a child when her father had passed away. To this day, Lady Tremaine remembered the horrible scream of agony that the girl had hollered and shrieked upon learning of her dad's death, it was a true vocalization of the way her own soul had been shredded that horrible day. Her husband, the master of her heart, had been the greatest love of her life, they had submitted to each other, and the few years that had been given to them had been the most wonderful of her life. Cinderella's existence was a constant torture for the lady of the house, the sight of her an open wound to the most painful event in her life. That constant reminder was the first reason as to why she had to distance herself from the sweet child. It was unfair, she knew, but the pain was just too great. She could not find in her heart a way to return Cinderella's kindness when, as a young girl, she had welcomed her and her two daughters into her home with such a big and open heart. Then, the financial problems arose as the years passed. Cinderella had taken on the roles of the staff she had been forced to fire. She had gradually become the maid, the cook, the personal servant, the groundskeeper and the handyman tending to the chores. The girl was brave and a hard worker, Lady Tremaine would be the first to admit that, yet she could not keep up with all the work that such a vast property required and the castle was showing signs of neglect. So, there was always a reason or an excuse for the lady to be in contempt for the young woman. It was much easier to stay mad and angry with her than to give in to the sadness that was eating at her soul. Now, things needed to change. Cinderella had succeeded in doing what her two daughters had not. She had seduced the prince. From the look of things that evening, she had planted Cupid's Arrow pretty deep into the young man's heart. The finances of the estate were dire. Women were not allowed to work and she was too devoted to her former husband to consider marrying anyone else. No! If the family was to survive then Drizella, Anastasia... or Cinderella... would have to be joined to the family of a rich and noble man and the prince certainly fit all these requirements. Lady Tremaine needed to gather her spirits. She would need to find the strength to renew her bond with her stepdaughter despite the sadness that it would engender. She was confident that with Cinderella's forgiving nature it would never be too late to mend their broken relationship. Lady Tremaine had been introduced to the kinky world of bondage and submission by her late husband. Far from being a blushing bride herself, she was still very astonished by what she had discovered under his tutelage. Lord Tremaine had been her master in kinky submissive role play in the beginning of their life together. Then, as she showed a passion and an aptitude for their games, they began reversing and exchanging their roles. Lord Tremaine enjoyed relinquishing the dominant role to his wife once in a while. Lady Tremaine proved to be a very apt dominatrix. Seeing, how Cinderella had reacted to her earlier manipulations, maybe the apple had not fallen too far from the tree? Maybe sex would be the key to rekindling a bond with her stepdaughter. She would need the help of her two devoted daughters to do so. The three of them formed a formidable trio. When her two daughters had come of age, she had caught them with the young farmers from the village closest to the property. The young men had been a bit rough with her girls and thankfully she had intervened before the situation got out of hand. After that event, she had resolved to teach them how to be strong seductresses. Mistresses Anastasia and Drizella had succeeded in bringing in a slew of young men and women to train as consenting sex slaves. They had showed their proud mama that they were very gifted at their trade. Gaining Cinderella's trust and training her as a sex submissive would become a real family affair. Cinderella was already on the verge of a climactic release as she woke up to the sensation of a small pointy tongue tracing the outer contour of her sex. She was still gagged and her head was still trapped in the heavy bondage mask that rendered her blind and almost completely deaf. The tongue had aroused her desire and her sex was already overheated and needy. What was this unceasing hunger that never seemed to be satiated? It was driving her insane. Why was her body so hot, her breathing so labored? Why was this search, this longing for the next release, the only thing that she cared about? The tongue was lapping her, bathing her, wetting her, heating her up and exploring her. The tip passed her labia and dipped into her pooled desire, the sweet nectar of her vulva. It then abandoned her sex to her chagrin. It traveled lower playing with her perineum before settling on her anus. The unfamiliar contact sent shivers up her spine and she stopped breathing. The pointy tongue penetrated her crinkled opening. "Ooh!" her body responded. The tongue retracted and for a brief moment Cinderella was left alone. Next, pressure was applied on her wet anal opening. An object was inserted and shortly after insertion a liquid began pouring into her ass. The liquid felt hot and filled her up. Once she was filled another object was inserted to prevent her from expelling the liquid. The sensations were not unpleasant in the beginning. As she was being filled a leather covered finger was inserted into her vagina and kept on stimulating her hungry little hole. The sensation in her bowels fleetingly turned form pleasant to uncomfortable to painful. The finger in her vagina was distracting her some but it was not enough. She began to feel contractions and the urgent need to expel everything. "Hmph!" she moaned into her gag ball as she began writhing, dangling and swinging on the ropes that were suspending her. The plug was removed from her ass and "Ooh!" the release of pressure felt so good. The liquid and feces poured out of her. Whoever was masturbating her accelerated the tempo and started rubbing her engorged clit at the same time. Her body tensed up on the ropes and an orgasm unlike any of the ones she had experience up 'til now built up within her before the tension broke and a warm gooey wave of pleasure inundated her senses. She felt damp clothes cleaning her and the object that had been introduced earlier was again inserted in her ass. A small quantity of a cool fluid was inserted this time before the plug was reinserted into her rectum. The new liquid began tickling her insides right away. The absorption through her rectal tissue was affecting her fast. There was no mistake about it! From the way her vagina started lubricating in copious amounts again, the same potion that she had drunk at the ball had been inserted directly into her butt. Cinderella now knew who her abductors were. She was in the hand of Lady Tremaine and her daughters. Before her mind could get a complete grasp on the implications of that revelation Cinderella began drifting into the sexual delirium that had affected her at the palace. However, this time she was not in the hands of the kind Prince who had refused to take advantage of her inebriated state. Cinderella was going to be worked to the body. Lady Tremaine had resolved that in order to gain Cinderella's trust she would need to convince her that her kinky prince needed an experienced partner. In her kindness and generosity, Lady Tremaine would teach her stepdaughter the art of sexual play in the same way that she had taught her own daughters. She was going to drive Cinderella to the physical limits of ecstasy. The girl would be put through the ringer. For the next day, the plan was to turn Cinderella into an insatiable nymphomaniac. Anastasia and Drizella unhooked the girl from her harnesses, removed her leather mask and gag, and installed her over a wooden horse before binding her legs and arms to the feet of the device. The sudden light was harsh to the young woman's eyes so she kept her eyes closed for the moment. Now that the potion had been absorbed, they removed the plug that was lodged in her ass as they started preparations to fill all of her orifices. The Tremaine stepfamily was clad in leather dominatrix outfits. Each of the three women was sporting a harness with a smooth ebony strap-on. The size of the strap-ons varied from large to small with Lady Tremaine displaying the largest of the set. Additionally, the two sisters were holding small glass dildos in their hands. The sisters brought the small glass dildos to their mouths to lather them with saliva before bringing them in tandem to Cinderella's exposed bits. The saliva was not necessary; Cinderella's vaginal fluids were dripping steadily from her soggy sex. She was ready, willing and begging to be used. Anastasia rubbed the length of the dildo into the girl's gushing natural sexual lubricant before bringing its tip to her exposed anal rosebud. She looked up to her sister and they impaled both dildos into her ass and vagina at the same time. Cinderella who was already in the nonstop orgasmic phase of the drug (*see chapter 3) began wailing her pleasure as the dildos were pressed into her. Despite the restraints, she tried to swing her hips towards the dildos in attempt to accelerate the pace of their penetration. The sisters were surprised by the phenomenal neediness that Cinderella was displaying. She wanted it fast? She was going to get her wish. In common accord they started alternating their motion so that one sister was inserting the dildo into one hole as the other was being extracted from the other. They steadily accelerated the pace and pretty soon the motion of the pair of dildos looked like the pistons of a well oiled machine as they were being worked in and out of the two cylindrical cavities that her ass and vagina formed. Cinderella's climax kept on reaching new highs as she continuously screamed her passion under the control of her masters. As the potency of the potion reached its peak, her body became a giant sensual receptor, an extension of her overexcited clitoris; any touch, any stimulation would add to the ripples and ripples of pleasure that was flowing through her body and mind. Her nervous system was so sensitive that she felt as if every strand of her hair could be stimulated to bring her to the 7th heaven of orgasmic heights. To be continued...