Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

  Powerone

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  ISBN 9781615086184

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  Copyright 2015 Powerone

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  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Trying to Understand Men

  Chapter 2

  Transformed

  Chapter 3

  The Prince Meets a Princess

  Chapter 4

  Hellfire Club and Elizabet

  Chapter 5

  Marriage Proposal

  Chapter 6

  Mary’s Chaste Performance

  Chapter 7

  Mary’s Unexpected Pleasure

  Chapter 8

  New Life for All

  Chapter 9

  Lost Innocence

  Chapter 10

  Depravity and Debauchery

  Chapter 11

  Midnight Visitor

  Chapter 12

  The Future

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Nestled in the green hills was the village of Hampstead, a farming community that prospered when the weather was good and suffered when the weather was dry.

  Today, a young girl stood brokenhearted as her mother was laid to rest. Her father stood by her as the pine coffin was lowered into the ground. He was devastated by the loss of his wife of twenty years and mother of his daughter, Cinderella. They clutched hands as the coffin was lowered by ropes until it disappeared from sight below, the dark earth piled nearby. They paid their final respects, a handful of dirt thrown onto the coffin along with a single red rose.

  They went home that night to an empty house that no longer resonated with her cheery laughter. The father, in hopes of consoling his grief, sought to find a woman that would take away his sorrow and also be a good mother to his daughter. In Hempstead, his choices were limited, but he settled on a widow with two daughters about the same age as Cinderella. After a brief engagement, they married and she moved in with her two daughters.

  Cinderella hated to see her father in such despair that she never said anything bad of the woman. Lady Browning took charge of the household along with her two daughters, Elizabet and Mary. Cinderella felt the resentment instantly. The daughters were lazy and insolent and thought that they were the most beautiful women of the realm. Lady Browning felt contempt for Cinderella, so pure and good. While Elizabet and Mary slept in feather beds in nice bedrooms, Cinderella was confined to a small closet with a straw bed near the kitchen. Cinderella became the maid for Lady Browning and her daughters, scrubbing their floors, emptying their chamber pots and cooking all the meals as well as cleaning the kitchen.

  Cinderella never protested, seeing her father with a smile on his face once again. He worked hard and was rarely home, so he saw none of Lady Browning’s evil temper or mistreatment of Cinderella.

  Her father prospered in business for the last two years. Their wealth grew, but he became busier and was home less and less. Cinderella approached her eighteenth birthday in a month when tragedy befell her again. Her father was seriously injured when he inspected one of the farms he owned that was tended by tenant farmers. His leg was caught in a plow, and the doctor had to sever it above the knee. Cinderella took to his bedside as much as she could, but blood poisoning set in as his leg turned gangrene. The doctors tried to save him, but he was gone within two weeks.

  The funeral and burial was quick. There were rumors that Lady Browning had something to do with the accident, but Cinderella never talked ill of her. Lady Browning quickly sold the house in Hempstead, and they moved into a large mansion in Manchester. Lady Browning bought it on purpose, nearby to one of the castles of the King of England and home to his son, Prince Michael. Lady Browning had designs on Prince Michael for one of her daughters and she cared little which one married him.

  Chapter 1

  Trying to Understand Men

  Cinderella watched as the shopkeepers brought in furniture for the last two weeks. Lady Browning spent money as if it no longer mattered. Elizabet and Mary had fine rooms with ornately carved furniture, none more than the large canopy beds that took up half the room. The living room had seating for two dozen guests as well as the large table in the dining room. The kitchen was large, but Cinderella’s closet was no bigger than before, situated near the large stove. The mattress was better, a one-inch-thick pad that covered the floor along with a single dresser of three drawers, more than enough to hold her meager collection of clothes. Yet, Cinderella didn’t despair her plight. She’d be eighteen in one day, and she could leave if she wanted to. But, she knew that she wouldn’t, at least not yet. There was nowhere to go, and an unmarried woman never left to live by herself. Most would think that she shamed her family and was banished for some unsavory act.

  Lady Browning thought Cinderella was pure and good, but Cinderella knew differently. The last year she had thoughts that she couldn’t put out of her head, sinful thoughts. She’d be confined to the houses for years with only brief visits to the village. Her body matured, but her mind was still young and inexperienced with men. Yet, she couldn’t put them out of her head. She wanted to be with a man, to find one that would love her as her father did her mother.

  Elizabet was taller than her sister, Mary, by two inches and a year older, nineteen now. She had red hair that made her stand out, and she made Cinderella meticulously comb it one hundred strokes every night before she went to bed. She had full breasts that she made sure were pushed up high by her corset to reveal her ample, pale cleavage. Her hips were full, perfect for child bearing, and she had a plump bottom that she accented with her corset. Her mother was always on her for eating too much, so Elizabet’s corset was stringently tightened around her body until she could barely breathe. It was worth it when she saw her hourglass figure in the full-length mirror. She often posed in front of the mirror to admire her womanly figure. She knew of her mother’s intentions for Mary or herself to be married to Prince Michael. She had no intentions of letting Mary have him. Elizabet was no longer a virgin; she’d seduce him with her sexy body.

  Mary was smarter than her sister. Her body wasn’t as full and womanly as Elizabet, but she was younger and she’d fill out. She knew that men didn’t want just beauty, but they also wanted intellect. Her brown hair was long, below her waist, and that drew men’s eyes to her lush bottom. She was smaller in the chest, so she stood up straighter and made sure her breasts were pushed up prominently. She knew Elizabet wasn’t a virgin, but Mary was. She wasn’t about to give up her innocence until she was married. But, that didn’t mean she knew little of men. She knew enough to give a man his pleasure with her hand and keep him interested and coming back for more.

  They all made sure that Cinderella never had anything more than a shabby dress to wear that was always dirty from working in the kitchen. Her pale-blonde hair was long and unkempt. Yet, beneath it all, they were jealous of her beauty, though none of them would admit it. That is why they kept her out of sight and busy with the drudgery of taking care of the house.

  Cinderella brushed Elizabet’s hair one hundred strokes with the fine, ivory comb. It slid easily through her silken hair.

  “You may go now,” Elizabet dismissed Cinderella curtly.

  Cinderella went back to h
er room. She brushed her hair as best she could with the small comb with broken teeth, a hand-me-down from Mary. She lay down on the mattress and closed her eyes, but her head filled with visions that haunted her sleeping hours.

  It was a year ago, almost to the day, that she witnessed it. It was back in the house in Hempstead. Her father was gone on one of his business trips. Cinderella had served dinner and Mary had a beau as a guest. He was a handsome, strapping young man, but he never looked up at Cinderella when she served dinner as if she was invisible.

  After dinner, Cinderella served brandies in the living room. Lady Browning stayed for a few minutes before she excused herself. Elizabet followed her shortly thereafter. Cinderella cleaned the kitchen, but she was curious. She went to her room and closed the door and she waited thirty minutes. She opened her door and listened, but she didn’t hear anyone. She crept through the kitchen silently and went to the dining room. She opened the door the slightest bit that went to the living room. It was just the right position for her. Mary and her beau were on the settee. She remembered every single detail as if it happened to her.

  Her beau had his arm around Mary’s shoulder and drew her next to him. He lifted up her chin until her lips were only inches from his. Mary wet her lips so sensuously, and then, they touched. Cinderella could see his tongue move out his lips before they met. She was sure that his tongue was in Mary’s mouth. He held her tighter as they turned sideways until their bodies pressed up against each other. Her eyes were closed as they kissed so passionately.

  They broke the kiss, but they stayed pressed against each other. “You are so beautiful, Mary.” Jeffrey’s tongue ran over her wet lips.

  “You take my breath away, Jeffrey.” His mouth moved down from her lips and nuzzled on her neck as she moaned passionately. He didn’t stop there, his lips moved lower as his mouth ran over her cleavage.

  Cinderella couldn’t believe that Mary allowed such indecencies, but it looked as though she thrust her breasts out further. Cinderella watched as he grew bolder. His hand went to her leg, but it pushed her dress out of the way until his hand found the naked flesh of her knee. Yet, Mary did nothing to stop him, and his mouth pushed deep between her breasts. Cinderella could feel her nipples swell as if it were her breasts that were mouthed and licked so passionately. The hand slid higher up her leg, and now, her white thighs were revealed. Mary did nothing to close her legs as the hand caressed her inner thigh.

  Cinderella’s hand slid down her leg until she could push her thin dress out of the way. She found her naked thighs as she spread her legs obediently. Her fingers crept closer to her mound when she was stopped in her tracks.

  “No, you can’t do that, Jeffrey. I’m a virgin and I intend to stay that way until I’m married.”

  Cinderella saw the look of disappointment on Jeffrey’s face when Mary’s hand stopped him in his tracks.

  “But, Mary. I have needs. I can’t wait,” he pleaded with her.

  “I know your needs, the needs of men. Let me help you.” She smiled as she pushed his hand out from beneath her dress and pulled it down, but her other hand went to his leg. She stopped when it was on his thigh and that is when Cinderella saw it. She’d never noticed it before. The front of his trousers stood up. She knew what it was, yet she never saw one before.

  “Yes, yes,” he pleaded with her as he gazed down at her small hand curled next to his organ.

  Cinderella could see it move in his trousers, and she wondered why it did without being touched. She heard him moan loudly as Mary’s fingers curled around the protrusion in his trousers. Jeffrey’s head was thrown back in pleasure, yet Mary hardly moved her hand.

  “Do you want me to stroke it for you, Jeffrey?”

  “Yes, let your magical fingers caress my prick,” his voice was deep and heavy.

  He’d called it his prick. She saw Mary’s fingers move, tightening on the thick prick beneath his trousers. She began to move them up and down. Cinderella didn’t know it would be so big and long. It was as though her fingers explored it. Then, she did something that Cinderella didn’t understand. Her other hand slid between his legs. He spread his legs as a woman would do as her fingers curled between them until she clutched him. He moved as though he was startled, and she got another deep moan from his lips. Her fingers weren’t still, now both of them moved urgently. Cinderella didn’t know what Mary did, but Jeffrey was in ecstasy.

  “Take it out so you can worship my prick, Mary.” He grew bolder.

  Cinderella grew excited at the thought of seeing a prick for the first time. She felt wetness between her legs, and it scared her. Why do I grow wet? She couldn’t take her eyes off of Mary as she expertly unbuttoned his trousers as though she’d done this a hundred times. She pulled his trouser open, but Jeffrey was eager. He lifted up his lower body, and Mary pulled his trousers down. Cinderella got a better view of his prick. It pushed up his undergarment, and she could make it out better. It was thick and long. She saw a wet spot on his undergarment. What happened that made him do that?

  “Take them off; I must feel your hand on my naked prick,” Jeffrey cried out urgently. His lower body rose up again as Mary tugged his undergarment down

  Cinderella’s eyes were glued to his prick, not his undergarment. It looked like it caught on his undergarment, but then, it pulled free. She put a hand on her mouth to contain her surprised gasp when it was revealed. It looked so menacing, bouncing freely on its own. She’d never seen anything like it before. It was as big as a hand, but it looked like a hat sat on the top of it, a dark, angry red hat, thicker than the stalk that held it up. The shaft had thick veins that ran up it, but it also had a thatch of wiry, black hair at the base.

  “Touch it,” Jeffrey begged her once again.

  Cinderella couldn’t believe how easy it was to control a man with your hand. Mary barely did anything, and he begged her like a baby.

  “Yes, I’ll take care of my man,” Mary purred at him. Her hand reached down to clasp his throbbing prick and control its erratic movement. She began to stroke it instantly.

  Jeffrey moaned once again as soon as her hand stroked it. Cinderella saw Mary hold it straight up as her fingers curled around the shaft and began to stroke it up and down. Then, her other hand slid over the helmet of his prick and ran a finger on the tip. When she pulled it back, wetness pulled away and stretched for inches before it broke. She rubbed the wetness on her finger over the head of his prick until it glistened. Had she coaxed out those drops on purpose?

  “My balls, grasp my balls gently.”

  Cinderella saw Mary grip him between his legs, in the thatch of thick hair as her fingers gripped onto something, but she couldn’t see what it was, but Jeffrey’s hips rose up in pleasure as Mary used both hands to stroke and grasp him. Her hands moved rhythmically. What is between his legs that bring him so much pleasure?

  “Is this what you want, Jeffrey?”

  Cinderella saw Mary tease him with her hands. Then, Jeffrey grabbed her breast and that shocked Mary for a second.

  “What are you doing?” She stopped stroking his prick when he grabbed her so rudely.

  “Let me see your bosom when I cum?”

  Cinderella expected Mary to stop and push him away after such a vulgar request, but Cinderella was surprised by Mary’s response.

  “Okay, but give me your handkerchief. I don’t want a mess.” While he reached into his trouser pocket to get it, she put her hand into her bosom and pulled out one of her breasts as if it was the most natural thing to do.

  Cinderella could barely breathe as she watched the two of them in this obscene act. Jeffrey fondled her bare breast, and Cinderella saw how Mary’s nipple grew hard, just as her own did now. Mary’s hands stroked and gripped him, with the handkerchief nearby. Cinderella knew that men shot out their seed, but she’d never seen such a thing before. She thought it was always inside a woman. That is why it is his seed.

  Cinderella watched the end of his prick, the spot where it dripp
ed before. Mary’s hand stroked him faster, long, broad strokes up and down the shaft. Cinderella noticed that Mary’s fingers tightened as it passed over the thick ridge around the helmet of his prick and that inspired him to leak out more of his juices. His face grew tighter and red and his breathing picked up. He moaned louder, and Cinderella knew it would be soon. But, Mary disappointed Cinderella. At the point where he cried out and his body went rigid, she threw the handkerchief over his prick. Cinderella saw it grow wet with a thick stain as Mary continued to stroke him. Her other hand between his legs moved rapidly as though she were milking a cow. Then, she smelled it. It was an unfamiliar smell that had to be his seed.

  Finally, Mary stopped and handed the wet handkerchief to him as she pulled her hands away. Cinderella snuck away silently and went to her room. She didn’t sleep well that night, too many dreams, and each time she woke up, her hands were between her legs.

  * * * *

  “Cinderella, you ugly cow, get my coffee. How come you’re so slow today? Are you feeble?” Lady Browning was short with Cinderella today. Ever since they moved, she’d become moody and unresponsive.

  Cinderella rushed to the kitchen to get her coffee and brought it back. She sat it down, and Lady Browning snarled at her.

  “Get out, the girls will be down in a minute and they’ll want their breakfast. Don’t make them wait.”

  Cinderella rushed to cook their breakfast, and before she was finished, they were yelling from the dining room. She rushed in with their food and coffee.

  “Empty my chamber pot,” Elizabet shouted out to Cinderella.

  “I need my yellow dress cleaned and ironed before dinner, Cinderella. And do a good job.” Mary’s orders rang out.

  They ignored Cinderella as they talked among themselves. “How was Jeffrey, Mary?” Lady Browning asked her. He was a handsome beau and would be a good catch if Mary couldn’t get Prince Michael interested in her.