Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  Her face was flushed when he broke the kiss and moved away from her, but she could still feel his prick as though it never left her mound, jumping excitedly at her touch. She never let a man do that before. Then, he did something more unbelievable. He took her hand, and before she could react, he pushed it into the front of his trousers. There was no mistake that it was his prick in the palm of her hand.

  “Curl your fingers around it. My prick craves the touch of your soft hand.” He wasn’t surprised when her fingers curled around it, but she also stroked it tenderly up and down. “Yes, that’s good, Mary.” He hated to pull away from the pleasure of her hand, but he’d save her until Monday. “Good bye, Mary.”

  “Good bye, Lord Storr,” but her voice trembled as she said his name. Her hand curled at her side as though her hand still clung to his prick. She waited until she heard the front door close then rushed into the living room to find her mother. She had to know. But she was nowhere to be found. She heard noises from Elizabet’s room, her mother must be there.

  Lady Browning knocked on Elizabet’s door, but opened it before she could respond. She closed it and looked at her on the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me about the Hellfire Club?”

  She blushed as soon as the words were out in the open. “I thought you knew.”

  “I suspected after seeing the red marks on your body. Are you okay?”

  “Yes. It wasn’t too bad.”

  “Not too bad or did you enjoy it?”

  She blushed deeper, but she couldn’t lie to her mother again. “I’m ashamed that I enjoyed it.”

  “There is nothing to be ashamed of, Elizabet. It is better that you enjoy than endure. What about Lady Oates? Did you with her?” She wasn’t sure how to put it.

  Elizabet was confused at first, and then, it suddenly became clear. “No, it’s not like that. Not with her.”

  “Then what?”

  “She prepared me and took part in making me submit.”

  “What will you do if she calls upon you again?”

  “I hope she will, and I’ll submit once again. I have so much to learn.”

  “My daughter is so grown up and a woman. I’m proud of you.” She hugged her before she left. As she went downstairs to find Mary, she knew that she’d have to be like Lady Oates. She’d guide Mary into submission. Mary was waiting for her impatiently in the living room. “Sit down, Mary. We need to have a discussion.”

  Her mother laid out the truth before her. They were almost broke and months away from being thrown into debtors prison and face the shame of all those that knew them. Her mother was desperate and that is why she’d consented to such a plan. Mary couldn’t believe what she was expected to do.

  “Lord Storr will marry you, and we can live in his castle. I’ll have a private wing, just as his father has so as to not interfere in your marriage. He will take care of all our debts and provide for us fitting of his station in life. He loves you, but he requires proof of your acceptance to him.”

  Mary wasn’t surprised that he’d marry her. All of her beaus would do that to get her innocence. She couldn’t say that it would be bad to marry him. He had a way about him and her. He did things to her that should shock her senses of morality, but she let him without any reservations. It was his power over her that scared her. She liked it too much. She trembled at his bold touch and grew aroused when he made her stroke his prick in the kitchen as though they were already lovers. “He’ll have his proof on our wedding night.”

  “You are innocent in the way of men, Mary.”

  “Nonsense,” she boldly barged into her mother’s words. “I’ve had to fend off many beaus that wanted more than I would give.” Then, she boldly told her mother. “I’ve stroked many pricks to keep them happy. I know what a boy wants from me.”

  “I agree; you know what a boy wants but not a man. Elizabet found out this week when she went to Prince Michael’s private party. It is there that men take their pleasures from women in any manner they want, no matter how perverse or degrading. In fact, the more perverse, the better they enjoy it.”

  “What do you mean?” Elizabet never told her anything about that night.

  “It is the Hellfire Club, started by the king a hundred years ago and still goes to this day. Women are trained to submit to men in all manners. Nothing is forbidden. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure.”

  Mary couldn’t believe Elizabet would consent to such a thing. She knew she was no longer innocent, but this was very different than making love to a man. “I can’t do that,” she boldly defied her mother.

  “Only you can save this family, Mary. Your innocence will pay the price for our wellbeing in the future. You can have a life of leisure and wealth, or shame and prison for your family.”

  “Why doesn’t he take my innocence in his bed before we are wed? Why at the Hellfire Club?”

  “You will perform in front of others, including myself and his father. It is the only way. It is the way of men that have power over women. Elizabet did that and found pleasure. You can, too.”

  The vivid images in her head sent tremors through her body. She could see Lord Storr making her pose in the most obscene and imaginative way for all to see. His prick would take her for all to see, her virgin blood spilled for his pleasure and that of others. Her inexperience didn’t let her imagine all the perverse acts that men could commit on women. But, if Elizabet could love it, why couldn’t I? Mary couldn’t deny that something in the way that Lord Storr made her submit sent her virgin body trembling in unfulfilled lust. She found pleasure when she did nothing to stop him. Her mother said the word, but Mary was afraid of it. Submission.

  “Will you do it, Mary?” Lady Browning had to push her into it. Once Mary said the words, it would calm her, knowing the decision was made and final.

  She saw the pleading look on her mother’s face. She’d taken care of her all her life, marrying men in order that Mary and Elizabet had a good life. It had to be hard for her to do that, but nothing as hard as it was now. Her mother couldn’t keep this up, and only Mary could prevent it. There was no other way, she convinced herself. “I’ll do it.” At least her mother would be there to protect her.

  “Thank you, Mary. You make me so proud, both of you. Like your sister, you’ll find pleasure where you least expect it. I’m off to find you a dress to match the expectations. I want any man that sees you to desire you.”

  Cinderella smiled from the kitchen when she eavesdropped on the conversation. She knew that Prince Michael had a lot to do with what happened. She couldn’t wait until Monday, because she knew that she would attend with Prince Michael, just as they did with Elizabet. With Mary being innocent, it should make it very interesting. Cinderella would start going to the barn tonight and every night to call out Straparola’s name until he answered. She knew he wouldn’t let her down, though there would be a price to pay. But, she was willing to pay that price for her revenge.

  It was Saturday night that Straparola appeared after Cinderella called his name.

  “Yes, of course, I’ll take care of you Monday, Cinderella.” He already knew of the plan.

  “I thought you would know. You know everything.”

  “After they leave Monday night, come out to the barn. It won’t take long, and I’ll have you on your way to meet your Prince Charming,” and then, he added, “and to get your revenge. I hope it’s worth it.”

  “I don’t regret anything Straparola.”

  * * * *

  “I’ll get Mary dressed tonight. It’s a special night for us, so I want to make sure everything is perfect.” Lady Browning had bought a special dress for Mary, a very sexy and revealing dress that would inspire Lord Storr to fulfill his promise. Nothing must go wrong tonight. “Off with you now, Cinderella.”

  Cinderella was glad; she’ll go to the barn sooner, knowing that it would take longer than Straparola said. Cinderella didn’t want to be late and miss a single moment of Mary’s shame and degradation. She stood
in the barn in her shabby dress, knowing that she’d soon be transformed into a princess. She turned when a breeze blew by her, even though the barn door was closed. The lantern flickered for a second and then blew brightly to light up the barn. In front of her stood Straparola, not the shabbily dressed beggar, but the well-dressed gentlemen that he often transformed into.

  “Are you ready for your night of debauchery?”

  “I’m ready to enjoy a night with Prince Michael.” She preferred to look at it that way. It made her more comfortable with herself.

  “Your carriage already awaits you; all I have to do is get you dressed so Prince Michael will be pleased.” He tapped his wand on the top of her head, shoulders and hips. The cloud rose up from her feet until it engulfed her body.

  Cinderella was shocked when the cloud disappeared and she found herself standing half naked in front of Straparola. She had on the lovely white lacey stocking that went thigh high with the pink ribbons and a delicate pink silk undergarment with pink bows to hold it together, but her arms were clenched over her naked breasts to hide them from Straparola’s eyes.

  “OOOPPPPS,” Straparola said with a smile. “Something must have gone wrong.” He looked at her as she clenched her full bosom in her hands, but she had trouble hiding the bountiful flesh. “Put your hands at your sides,” he ordered her as the smile left his face.

  She knew it wasn’t an accident that she was naked to the waist, but it was still difficult to obey his command. Her arms slowly released her breasts and hung obediently at her sides. Straparola stared at her heaving bosom as she struggled to fill her lungs. Her upper body was flushed in spite of the cool night air. She looked at her breasts, the tips of them heavy and swollen. She didn’t move as his hands slowly slid under the soft underbelly of her breasts, and she moaned loudly when his thumbs raced softly over her swollen tips. It felt as if they’d explode.

  Straparola looked down at her feet. “Look, there’s a nice comfortable pillow on the ground, Cinderella. Why don’t you kneel down?” He released her breasts hesitantly, but his hands went to her naked shoulders as he pressed down on them. “On your knees, Cinderella,” it was no longer a question but a command.

  Cinderella knew what he wanted as payment, kneeling at his feet as his hands worked on his belt and opened the buttons of his trousers. They slid to his ankle as he reached for his undergarment and slid it down until his familiar prick stood out in front of him. It bounced at a sixty-degree angle, up and down, as though it had a mind of its own. It stood proudly only inches from her mouth. Her feet and hands had stroked it to orgasm, but this time, he had other ideas. She had tasted Prince Michael’s foul seed. Even though it aroused her to orgasm in her solo masturbation when the wet handkerchief was in her mouth and invaded her taste buds with its foul taste, it was more the submission than the taste of his seed that drove her pleasure. The dark-red head of his prick already glistened in the light of the lantern. The lantern was so bright as if it wanted to expose her completely to the degradation of kneeling to suck his prick.

  “Take it in your hand and begin to lick my prick, Cinderella. You’ll have to hurry to make me cum so you can meet Prince Michael in time. I’ll instruct you in pleasuring me with your mouth.”

  She kneeled before a naked man as her hand reached out to grip his prick. She gripped the shaft tightly and it jerked and shuddered the minute her hand touched it. She held it out in front of her, only inches from her mouth. She gripped it tighter as she blew across the head of his prick.

  His prick came alive at the thought of being in her hot, tight mouth as soon as he felt her hot breath blow over the head. Her fingers curled tightly around his thick shaft with such forcefulness, but she needed it when her wet tongue slowly ran over the head of his prick with such confidence.

  She cringed as her tongue gathered up the dried juices on the head of his prick and the slightest bit soiled her mouth with the salty taste. The head was smooth, and the skin drawn tight, not like the shaft. She knew what she had to do, yet that didn’t make it any easier. Her tongue explored the head, including the thick ridge around it, but she got a gasp out of Straparola when the tip of her tongue fluttered over the hole in the tip and drew out his seed. It was hot and thick, and as soon as her tongue hit the hole, it leaked out profusely. Her mouth grew thick with the acrid taste of his seed.

  “Hold the shaft and put the head in your mouth.” He watched as her pink lips opened up wide to accept the big head of his prick. “OOOHHH,” he couldn’t believe the pleasure he felt when her soft lips enclosed his prick as her hot, wet tongue began to lick the head. “Stroke the shaft while you suck my prick,” he instructed her.

  She ran her hand up and down the shaft, just as she did with him and Prince Michael, knowing that she’d done it right, she’d made them both cum by her hand. She took a bit more of his prick in her mouth, her tongue tireless as it lapped at his prick. She felt more drops of his seed bathe her tongue with the thick crème, but she knew there would be much more before she was finished. She felt him reach down with one hand to fondle her bare breast. That is why he had her half naked, so he could tease at her nipples, though she didn’t mind. She did as the description of this act said; she sucked in, drawing more of his prick in her mouth. It slid over her tongue as it filled her mouth with his hard, hot prick.

  He released her breast as his eager fingers found the sides of her head. He began to move her gently back and forth, her tight lips slid erotically over his prick as her tongue worked him into a sexual frenzy. He wouldn’t last much longer. “Squeeze my testicles gently,” he warned her.

  Her other hand went between his legs and cupped the hairy ball sack. The skin was wrinkled, but she could feel the two heavy balls float around inside. She captured them both and cradled them in her hand, and she began a gentle clenching as her mouth sucked harder. She was rewarded with more of his crème; this time, she felt it spurt out as if he had an orgasm, but his prick was still rock hard and his hands guided her head back and forth.

  “You’re almost done, Cinderella. You’re doing such a great job. Keep it up,” he encouraged her as the cum built up in his balls. He would’ve liked to make her swallow his prick in her throat, but he wanted to make sure that she didn’t find the task too distasteful. It was her first time to swallow a man’s spunk.

  She could feel his prick growing thicker and longer, and it barely fit through her lips as they stretched tightly around the shaft. She could feel every bump, ridge and vein on his prick as it passed over her soft lips.

  “Yes, yesss, fastteer; I’m almostttt therrrre,” he moaned as his hands moved her head more urgently. “AAAAWWWWWW!”

  She felt his muscles grow rigid and his hands on her head pushed too hard into it, but she understood his pleasure overcame his senses. Then, she felt it, but it was too late. His prick jerked and swelled in her mouth, and then it spewed his seed with such power. It flooded her mouth with the volume, covering her tongue, teeth and gums with the thick crème like a blanket. It refused to mix with her spit, spoiling her mouth with the acrid, salty crème. She struggled to breathe through her nose, as it was assailed with the smell of his seed. While she tried to contend with the first spurt, he did it again, not as much but with the same power. Her fingers continued to work over his testicles in spite of the fact she knew it was her hand that milked the seed from them. She had to please him with her mouth.

  “Take it all, Cinderella. Don’t let it escape; you’ll have to swallow it all before you are finished.” It felt so good each time he spurted in her mouth. Her face grimaced as he flooded her mouth, but her tongue continued to lavish such attention on his prick. He cried out with a third spurt, and she sucked harder as though she tried to drag the spunk from his balls. He accommodated her, able to get a fourth spurt before he was dry. He could see her cheeks swell up as she tried to contain his profuse cum, and then, he saw her throat move, knowing she began to swallow. He held up her head so he could see her eyes as she gulped an
d gurgled to handle all his cum. He’d finished cumming, but he kept his prick in her mouth, and she made no effort to spit it out.

  His seed refused to slide down her gullet easily. The thick crème dripped slowly down as she continued to swallow until most of it was in her belly, the warm seed made her belly groan. His prick began to shrink in her mouth, but it was still formidable. Cinderella didn’t know what to do, so she left his prick in her mouth.

  “Suck and lick it a bit more to get all my spunk off it and swallow it.”

  She finished the repugnant task of licking his prick clean and spit it out. Her lips were still covered in his thick crème, and her tongue was bathed in it. She wanted to spit it out but that would be disrespectful. He helped her up, and he pulled up his pants. With a tap of his wand once again, this time with purpose, she had a lovely, sexy dress on to cover her body yet still entice her handsome prince.

  “Your carriage awaits; don’t forget midnight,” he warned her once again.

  Chapter 6

  Mary’s Chaste Performance

  Mary should be more nervous than she was, but over the last few days, she reconciled herself to the fact of what she’d have to do. She had to protect her mother. It was time for her to be a woman.

  She sat in the luxurious carriage in her new dress. It was a blue sequin dress that clung to her figure, not like a ballroom gown. She wished she had larger breasts, because her mother refused to let her wear a corset that would thrust up her smaller breasts and make them look bigger. Under the dress, she wore the finest silk undergarment that only covered her from the waist to her crotch. It had half-dozen black bows on the blue undergarment that kept it strategically together. If any ribbon was opened, the garment would start to open up. On her legs, she wore the finest blue stockings that went to her thighs with the same black ribbons, but they were more for show. That disturbed her a bit as she knew that would mean others would see them. In order for that to happen, she’d have to take off her dress. She didn’t know how many people would be there tonight but hoped it was relatively few. This would be hard enough to do in front of her mother and Lord Storr, never mind complete strangers. Mary always expected that sex would be private between lovers, not a public spectacle for all to see.