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  I pace around the basement. My stepsisters and stepmother have long since left for the ball, as have most of the staff. The leash allows me little movement.

  I hear steps.

  The stable master appears and my jaw gives a sympathetic pull at the memory of his cock filling it.

  “What do you want?” I question.

  He smiles. “Why, that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock again.”

  “You are tricking me.”

  “Suck it and I will free you.”

  “Free me first and I will do it.”

  The stable master agrees, coming forward with a handful of keys and working one into the lock at my neck. The lock clicks open and my collar falls away.

  I do not trust the stable master, but there is no way I can overcome him either.

  I get down onto my knees. He takes down his pants. His flaccid cock looks even larger.

  I take him by the stalk and lower my mouth over his knob. With a violence I’m well used to, he slaps my hands away and begins to brutally shove himself down my gullet. I strain and struggle as he pumps away.

  This time he comes quickly, my throat clogged thick with his load.

  His eyes are closed. He’s caught in ecstasy. I decide to make my move.

  I bite down hard on his cock. I bite until I taste blood.

  The stable master screams and jumps back in fright, hands falling to his bleeding cock.

  I wipe my mouth and stand, picking up my chamber pot and smashing it over his head.

  The stable master crumples to the ground, pants around his ankles.

  It is done.

  *

  I make my way quickly out of the castle. The sun is waning and the ball will soon begin.

  A great and sudden light beams down from above lighting a gilded carriage at the castle steps. It has no driver, but immediately I know it is for my purposes.

  On the back seat I find a flowing dress, blue and ivory and of such silk that it flows through my fingers like water.

  The carriage begins to pull away, birds coming through the windows to pick and preen my hair. They bring with them jewels, fine rubies and emeralds that glitter and glow in the dwindling sunlight.

  The sun falls away completely and the lanterns on the carriage spontaneously burst into light.

  The castle looms ahead, towers and turrets reaching for the very heavens.

  The birds have cleaned me, too. I am no longer a dirty slave but instead a grand and beautiful woman.

  The carriage pulls up to the castle gates. I’m greeted at the window by an armored man.

  “Your invitation, my lady?”

  I realize with sudden horror my stepmother cast my invitation into the fire. I’m about to tell this man I do not have an invitation when there’s a tingling in my hand. I open it and there is the invitation, restored. I hand it over.

  “Cinderella Duchamp,” the guard repeats. “On you go.”

  The gates open and the carriage moves inside. I’m about to step out, looking down to see I have no shoes.

  A pair appears right before my eyes on the carriage floor. I pick them up. They’re completely see-through. A tap the side of one. It’s made of glass.

  I’m even more surprised they fit my feet perfectly.

  I’m helped from the carriage by an usher and led up the grand staircase. Bowls of fire mark the path.

  At the top of the stairs I can see the ball in full swing below. It’s a kaleidoscope of color. Music fills the air and my tiny heart sings at such frivolity.

  “The Lady Duchamp,” the usher announces, but everyone is far too caught up in the festivities to notice my entrance.

  It’s only when I start to step down the staircase and come into the light people begin to turn and stare. They whisper quietly. Shoulders are tapped. Mouths fall.

  I spot my stepmother and sisters, fearful I will be exposed, but they appear speechless, spellbound by my beauty. I note the quizzical expression on my mother’s face. I can see her mind ticking and tocking. No doubt she sees the familiar, but much to my delight she cannot place me.

  I exit the staircase and bow before the King and Prince. The King is a handsome, regal man, but the Prince is gorgeous. His face is kind and gentle, eyes of bronze glinting.

  I kneel at the King’s feet, sink back on my haunches and kiss his boot as is the custom. The King lifts me up. “What a wonder you are.”

  The Prince takes my hand, lowering his lips to my glove. The heat from his lips travels in a direct line right to my pussy. “A pleasure, my lady.”

  I am left to wander the ball. Many men stop to speak and admire me, but my eyes find themselves constantly drifting back to the Prince. I maintain a safe distance from my stepmother and stepsisters. They are loud and boisterous, my stepmother constantly trying to force her offspring on the Prince.

  I excuse myself, wandering through a hall, and another, becoming quite lost in the bowels of the castle. I enter another short passage that is especially dark.

  A hand comes over my mouth, an arm tight around my waist pushing me through a nearby door and into a library. The door closes and the room goes pitch black.

  The fingers over my mouth separate just enough for me to ask, “Who is it?” in a trembling tone.

  The mysterious figure presses me hard against the back of the door, my hands splaying out against it to steady myself.

  “It is I, your Prince.”

  The Prince? It cannot be.

  The Prince spins me around in the darkness and grabs a breast, bringing his mouth to mine for a deep kiss.

  It’s welcome.

  I let him caress me until his hands lift up my skirts and cool air rushes up to quell my bare ass and pussy.

  The Prince continues to force his tongue past my lips, desperately groping at my dress, reefing his trousers down.

  His cock is heavy against my thigh before rising, pausing as it parts my folds and kisses the hot little mouth of my virgin hole.

  “Prince, I am a-” but my words turn into a soft cry as the Prince’s cock presses against my tender opening. I start to thrash, wailing against him, but he continues forward slowly until he comes against my resistance.

  His cock is large, hot. “Please” I offer. The Prince simply pulls back and, hand lifting my thigh, powers upwards with his hips to take my innocence and slide deeply into the tight channel of my pussy.

  The action pushes all air from my lungs. I reach back and claw at the door as he presses deeper, filling and stretching me out.

  “Ahhh,” he sighs by my ear, “such a magnificent cunt you have.”

  The Prince pulls the top of my dress down and gropes a breast, lips falling to clasp around the nipple as he thrusts upwards into my broken body.

  The initial pain of my defloration eases. Pleasure begins to radiate out from my core.

  Before I know it I have come, breathing hard.

  The Prince releases soon after, filling me with his seed.

  The Prince slips out and I wait to be released, but instead he presses me down onto the floor, assembling my arms and legs until I’m on all fours.

  “Prince?”

  Suddenly, an iron-hot poker rips through me. I scream as the Prince’s thumb plunges into my virgin asshole. I try to pull away, but he holds my shoulders firm, drawing me back onto the plump digit until it’s completely buried in my backside.

  He withdraws his finger, my anus squeezing closed in surrender.

  It is over.

  But I am wrong. A far greater object presses against my opening now. I twist and thrash, but the Prince has me tightly in his grip. I wail tearfully as he continues to jam his cock forward until the fat, bulbous head of it penetrates the tight ring of muscle that marks my anal passage.

  The Prince slaps my ass hard. “Your ass is even tighter than your pussy, Lady Duchamp. I shall take great pleasure in stretching it out for you.”

  I screech while the Prince plunders my asshole. He fi
ngers my gaping pussy as he does so. But the real surprise is the way my pussy and ass squeeze around the intruders. I’m panting, sweating, a strange and deep pleasure building in my core.

  “Yes, my Prince,” I stammer, the possibility of another climax becoming clearer.

  Three, four fingers come to the end of my pussy, stretching the freshly deflowered slit wide. My juice flows over the Prince’s hand. He pulls it free and brings his soaking fingers to my mouth, commanding me to clean them.

  I do so eagerly as he stuffs my ass. I taste myself upon them - my pussy, my ass, the metallic tang of my lost virginity.

  My mother would be so ashamed, but I need to release.

  I beg the Prince to take me harder. He grips my hips tightly and slams into my body, each thrust driving me forwards into the door with a steady knock, knock, knock.

  I reach between my legs and frig my sensitive cleat, the heat from my pussy overwhelming. My second orgasm of the night slams into my body just as the Prince starts to spurt thick cream deep into my ass. My ass muscles clench around him. He cries out, thrusting into me with each aftershock until his balls are empty and dry.

  The Prince removes himself and holds my head, turning it and placing his cock against my lips. Again, he commands me to clean it, and again, I comply, happy to be of service.

  Shortly after, the Prince leaves me in the darkness.

  I rearrange myself, both my holes gaping. I struggle to walk, pausing in the bright hallway outside to breathe.

  Back in the ballroom the festivities carry on.

  The Prince winks at me and leaps onto a table, knocking the suckling pig to the ground, its distended head looking at me with one ebony eye.

  “Ladies and gentleman,” the Prince announces, the King and Queen gathering behind him equally surprised by this outburst, “I believe I have found my bride.”

  He turns, his arm lifted to point in my direction when a familiar voice rings out above all others.

  “You!” cries my stepmother, storming her way across the ballroom with my stepsisters in tow. “Your Highnesses,” she shouts, pointing squarely at me, “she is an imposter!”

  “Madam!” the King cries, coming out from behind the banquet table.

  My stepmother continues. “This girl is not of royal blood, my King. She is, in fact, my slave.”

  The entire ballroom erupts into heated discourse.

  Every eye is upon me. I may as well be naked.

  I cannot take the humiliation.

  I lift my skirts and flee, making for the stairs.

  Just as I’m clearing the very top stair, I trip and fall, one of my glass slippers tumbling away.

  I pick myself up and run to my waiting carriage, my dream of a better life shattered for good.

  *

  Back at the castle I tear the dress away and cast it into the fire. Better to be naked again and in my proper place.

  My stepmother and sisters arrive home livid.

  I’m taken immediately to the playroom and bound to the cross. The collar around my neck is tightened until I can barely breathe.

  My stepmother spits into my face and slaps me hard across the cheek. “Foolish girl! How dare you?!”

  What follows is the darkest hour of my life. After being whipped by my stepmother and sisters, all the men of the castle are asked to gather before me.

  My stepmother instructs them that they may use any object in the playroom on me they desire, free to take my ass and mouth with their cocks as they please. Her one condition is that they are strictly to leave my pussy untouched, for my virginity will one day fetch a good price.

  Little does she know…

  The stable boys are the first to line up.

  By sunrise I have handled and been taken by so many cocks they all blur together into a fleshly, pink mess. My body is slick with their semen, jaw aching and skin bright red from switches, floggers, whips, paddles… all manner of shameful instruments. My ass has been bored and reamed out wide, but the worst of it is that I came over and over, betrayed by my own body even as the ugliest cook fisted his fat cock in and out of my mouth.

  Naturally, the stable master took great pleasure enacting his revenge, filling my ass and mouth one after the other, slapping and twisting my nipples until they were red as winter roses.

  I hear trumpets in the distance.

  “The Prince!” a call from beyond the playroom doors comes.

  My stepmother comes rushing into the playroom, placing a balled gag into my mouth and fastening it around the back of my head. “Not a word.”

  She sweeps from sight, but I can hear the conversation clearly.

  “Dear Prince,” she says, “to what do we owe this pleasure?”

  “A good day to you, Madam. I am here to find my bride.”

  “Agatha, Lizel, come here quickly.” The sound of scurrying feet. “Take your pick, my Prince.”

  There seems to be some confusion, but the Prince summons a stool.

  “There is no need, Prince,” my stepmother continues, and for once I hear nerves in her voice. “Either girl will satisfy your every desire. There is no requirement for this… show.”

  “It does not fit,” and I hear a sharp shriek that can only be Agatha.

  My stepmother’s speaking fast. “What about my youngest, Lizel?”

  There’s a long string of silence before the Prince speaks again, “Her foot is too small, Madam.”

  A curse.

  “Do you have no other daughters?”

  “What about Cinderella?” says Lizel.

  “Ssshh!” my stepmother scalds, but it’s too late.

  “Cinderella?” questions the Prince. “Where is this Cinderella?”

  Silence.

  “Where is she?!” the Prince bellows, stricter now.

  “This way.”

  The Prince and his party enter the playroom followed by my stepmother and sisters with their heads cast down.

  The Prince smiles, running forward to undo my gag and collar, undoing my bonds and letting me down in his arms. “What have they done to you, my love?”

  My mouth is parched, dry the salty from sperm.

  “She is a disobedient slave,” my stepmother snaps. “The punishment was just.”

  One of the Prince’s men brings over the glass slipper I lost at the top of the stairs. It slides easily onto my foot.

  “My bride!” the Prince beams. “But there is only one way to be sure.”

  He pulls me up and bends me over a leather-studded pommel, wasting no time in withdrawing his cock and sliding it into my sex.

  “Like a glove!” he announces, commanding everyone leave as he has his way with me.

  *

  The wedding is the grandest affair the kingdom has ever seen. A special treasure room is built to accommodate the treasures and jewels that stream in from afar. Diamonds line my wedding dress as the Prince pledges his eternal love and loyalty to me. All the kingdom rejoices, marveling at my beauty.

  My stepmother and stepsisters are sent to the dungeons, forced to scrub floors under their fingers bled, fucked my both man and animal until they are near death. Soon after they are banished from the kingdom never to be heard from again.

  I find letters from my father my stepmother kept hidden from me, writing to him and in return receiving his blessing and apologies.

  The wedding concluded, I am left to my chambers, shaved clean of all hair and scrubbed head to toe in preparation for the consummation.

  The Prince arrives and duly strips off his clothes, climbing onto the bed and taking in my naked form warmed by the candlelight and fire. I thank him again for liberating me.

  “Here is your reward, my love.”

  In his hands he holds two small clamps.

  He attaches them to my nipples. They bite into the tender towers blissfully.

  Next, he places the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and thrusts forward with his rump. My lips yield to his enormous member. He slides back and driv
es forward hard again, half of his cock disappearing. With another three thrusts his cock is almost completely invisible. One final push is all it takes to drive his prick in to the balls and the air from my body.

  I groan with pleasure and hold his buttocks as he screws me like a wild animal, our cries and moans mingling, bodies hot and sweaty against the royal sheets. Finally, my climax takes me, shaking my body from head to foot.

  The Prince withdraws, his seed spilling from my lips.

  I’m surprised to see his cock has not wilted but remains rock hard between his legs.

  He stands back proudly and announces, gesturing to the door, “Behold, my father, the King.”

  My hands fly to my mouth. The King emerges from the doors into view. It is not his nakedness that shocks me, but rather his giant member. It’s even bigger than the Prince’s. It’s the size of a bedpost.

  The King moves to the bed and lies down, beckoning me to join him.

  My husband, the Prince, slaps me on the ass. “Go on, my love.”

  I kneel and turn over. The King grasps me around the hips and pulls me down upon him, the giant head of his cock poised at my opening.

  The mattress strains below us as the Prince mounts the bed and gathers himself behind me, pressing his own wet cock against my asshole.

  “Surely you do not intend to enter me together?”

  The Prince responds by grasping my hips and drawing me backwards onto his waiting member. It slides deep into my ass. The King gives a great battle cry and slams his hips upwards, his monstrous member driven inside my aching cunt.

  I shout out in combined agony and ecstasy, the two cocks separated only by the thin flesh between my ass and pussy.

  The King struggles with the effort below me, his cock unable to gain further ground so large is his appendage and so narrow and tight the constriction of my cunt.

  They pummel me, laughing and joyous. The King pulls me forward and locks my lips in a kiss.

  Cocks firmly embedded in my warm flesh, I’m stretched and split until a new orgasm drives through my body with such intensity it’s as if I’ve been cast into a fire. The King reaches up and plays with the clamps that cover my nipples. The wave of intensity crests over again and I come once more, climax building upon climax until I am slack-mouthed and barely conscious.

  Half of his cock impaled in my pussy, the King groans long and loud. My cunt continues to tighten and flex as he comes, swiftly filling my passage with his sperm while the Prince spurts his juice into my ass.