Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  “Congratulations, Lady Browning. Your daughter’s impending marriage is consummated. I’m glad I consented to providing for the both of you.” Edward enjoyed Mary’s subjugation to his son.

  “You, I thought it was Hubert that had the wealth.”

  “He has all the wealth that I give him; it’s been in the family for centuries and will be passed onto him, but until the day of my untimely death, I control the purse strings of the Storrs. So, it’ll be me that you’ll be beholden to, Lady Browning.”

  This was different from what she expected. Mary would keep Hubert happy, but that wasn’t where the power of the purse string was. Edward had that power. “Then, I must thank you, Lord Storr.”

  He reached down to his trousers and opened them with impunity. He saw Lady Browning’s eyes open wide, but she said nothing as he revealed his prick to her. “I see Prince Michael is having his prick sucked vigorously by that young lady and your daughter is thoroughly being fucked by my son. I suggest that you might want to thank me by wrapping those pretty red lips around my prick and getting me off.”

  She didn’t know whether to be ashamed or betrayed, but Lord Storr’s prick in front of her was the only way out. He wasn’t as hard and thick as he once was, but he had no trouble getting an erection. She knew her life of luxury would have its price, but she wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad. She’d always been partial to pricks, and she did love a man that was demanding. She leaned over his lap and took his prick in her mouth. She immediately went to work pleasuring him, not wanting him to be disappointed.

  There was no longer any pain; that went away quickly. What replaced it was something much better. She could feel his prick touch every spot inside her. He was already big, but her tight virgin hole inspired him to greatness. It felt like his prick grew thicker. He bottomed out in her quim, hitting her painfully, but the pain was gone as he withdrew. His prick rubbed her like nothing she ever felt before. Now, she knew why Elizabet had given up her virginity. This was much better than her fingers could inspire. Not even the shameful pose she was in could make the pleasure recede. She saw her mother with Lord Storr’s father and was surprised to see her head moving up and down on his lap. She knew what she was doing now. Even Prince Michael was having the pleasure of the woman’s mouth, her head in his lap and he held her down to take it as deep as he desired.

  Her quim hugged his prick as it slid in and out. “Tighten your muscles when I withdraw. Learn to give me my pleasure.”

  She found that her quim pulsated with such pleasure as she tightened her muscles and hugged his prick. It not only enhanced his pleasure but also hers. He leaned over her body and humped her vigorously. She felt his heavy testicles swing between his legs and slap up against her. Then, his hands slid between her legs as his fingers explored her quim. She could feel his fingers touch his prick as it slid in and out, but then, they slid up and found her pleasure button. It was swollen with blood and stood out like a tiny prick as though it sought out his fingers. He gripped it harshly, but that did nothing to dampen her pleasure; in fact, it made her thrust back to impale her quim on his prick. She began to push back when he thrust in and clenched his prick as he withdrew. She wanted to wring every bit of pleasure from him before he came in her. She wanted her pleasure, too.

  “GGluggh,” Ella gagged as Prince Michael pushed down on her head too hard and the head of his prick slammed into the tiny opening of her throat. It would never fit there, but it was as if he tried. But, she didn’t back off, allowing him to guide her head in any manner he sought. Her fingers reached down and gripped his testicles gently. She began to work them over. His prick leaked his juices in her mouth, but it would be much more that she’d have to take before she was done.

  Everyone watched, but it wasn’t just Lord Storr and Mary that they watched. Lady Browning was pressed into service with her mouth taking Lord Edward Storr’s prick with such authority. Prince Michael got all the attention he wanted from his latest flame, Ella. There were so many rumors about this mysterious woman that came into his life only a week ago, and no one knew anything about her. But from the way Prince Michael worked her head, she had talents that were previously overlooked.

  Mary found pleasure in the most unexpected places. Bound and bent over, taken like a dog, she came explosively just as Lord Storr spewed his hot seed in her once-virgin hole. Ella and Lady Browning tried to contain the mouthful of cum each received for their efforts. Lady Browning was more skilled at it, but Ella had a newfound talent with her mouth, and she reluctantly swallowed the thick, salty crème that flooded her mouth.

  Prince Michael and Ella left after that, but the others stayed. Mary wasn’t finished yet, and she didn’t expect she was. In fact, she hoped she wasn’t. She had a newfound respect for a man’s prick.

  Mary was left in the same position, but the chains allowed her to move lower. She found out why when she was confronted by one man’s prick in her face. Before the prick that was behind her plunged into her wet quim, her mouth was penetrated. This was the first time she had two pricks in her at once. It was difficult to give both of them the attention they desired, but each man was unwilling to give up her attention, so she often got a slap on her ass or her hanging breast was slapped until her attention was back on that man. When she was finally done, her belly was filled with men’s seed and her quim was sore but satisfied.

  Lord Storr proudly took his soon-to-be wife home with him, as well as her mother. It was good that Lady Browning took to his father as well as Mary did to him.

  Chapter 8

  New Life for All

  Ella ran for her carriage, midnight fast approaching. She thought she left Prince Michael behind, but he was in behind her. She couldn’t stop to talk him out of it, she had to get to the carriage and be off. She saw her carriage, her footman waiting impatiently for her, the driver already in place, holding back the snorting steads. But, behind her carriage was another carriage. She was just about there and she had enough time to get out before Prince Michael would see her disappear in a cloud of smoke.

  “Grab her!” Michael shouted out to his four footmen that stood behind the carriage.

  She was suddenly pounced upon by four men, and from the sound of the voice, it was Prince Michael that ordered it. She struggled, but she was no match for four strong men. “I must go, Prince Michael, please,” she begged.

  “Put her in my carriage as I instructed you,” Michael told his men as he walked over to her carriage.

  They manhandled her with ease, and she soon found herself swinging through the air and inside the carriage. It was spacious and well-appointed with the finest of fabrics. It had to be Prince Michael’s carriage. She heard voices outside, but she was too busy trying to fight off his men. She was pushed into the seat, and one man sat on the bench seat on each side of her. They pulled her arms up into the air, and then, she saw them. There were two leather cuffs, one on each side with shiny buckles, out of place in the carriage of a prince. The men quickly secured her wrists in the leather cuffs and secured the buckles until her wrists were bound tight. The other two men were at her feet, and they took liberties with her that was uncalled for. They pushed up her dress as they grabbed her naked ankles. She struggled and tugged on the cuffs that held her arms, but she grew tired quickly. As soon as the two men began to part her legs, her strength came back as she tried to kick out at them. They expected it and succeeded to use her own momentum to betray herself, pulling her ankles wide in opposite directions as though they were trying to split her up the middle. “No, NO!” she cried out as she felt leather cuffs go around her slim ankles. She was sure that Prince Michael didn’t tell them to do that. She hoped he’d open up the door any second now and scold them for their disrespectful behavior.

  “Relax and it’ll go easier, M’lady,” one of the men told her as she struggled, but it didn’t do any good.

  It felt like her crotch was split up the middle as they tugged her legs in opposite directions. She felt them
hold her still as they fumbled with the cuffs. The leather straps went tightly around her ankles, and then, her ankles were released. She struggled to close her legs, but she was effectively spread open with no chance of closing them. The men at her ankles didn’t move away, and then, she felt it. Their hands began to run up her legs. They weren’t in a hurry; they moved slowly and softly up her calves. Hands pushed her dress up higher as they neared her knees. Fingers tickled in that special place behind her knees that was so sensual. They didn’t stop there, sliding up her inner thighs on both sides, slowly and tenderly. She struggled to close her legs from the affront, but it only confirmed her helplessness. Prince Michael was nowhere in sight. The fingers began to tighten on her flesh as though they possessed her, moving closer to her mound, spread lewdly as her dress was pushed up higher and higher. She struggled in the seat, but they had bound her securely. She never felt anything like this before. She was bound arms and legs, spread wide for the men to intimately explore her at will. She felt complete helplessness. The fingers tickled so close to her mound, but now, something else was felt. The more she struggled and found it useless, the more she felt a tingling between her legs at the thought of being touched there while bound against her will by a stranger. She had no power to stop it. “Noo,” she whimpered when the fingers touched the edge of her undergarments on both sides, so close to her quim. It wasn’t pain or fear that she felt. It was shame and excitement. Her quim grew wet as the fingers teased so close. It was as though she couldn’t wait for the touch.

  Suddenly, the door to the carriage opened up. “Thank you, men. Let’s go, follow that other carriage and don’t you dare lose it.” The men scurried from the carriage as Prince Michael sat on the seat opposite her. The driver yelled to the horses, and the carriage lurched. Michael had to hold on, but Ella didn’t have that problem. He looked at her, bound before him, her dress high up her legs revealing the white, soft skin of her thighs. She was a sight to behold with her legs spread wide and her arms high above her head. Her full breasts heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs. He didn’t fail to notice a blush on her upper chest.

  She finally got her breath back. “Please, let me go before it’s too late.” She knew it was only minutes before midnight. He’d find her bound in his carriage in her shabby dress. He’d throw her from his carriage when he found out who she was.

  “I will learn of your identity tonight, Ella. We’re following your carriage, and I’ll see whom this mystery woman really is. You will never be out of my sight, and I must say, that you are a ravishing woman when bound. Now that I’ve fulfilled your wishes, it’s time for you to fulfill mine.”

  “No, you don’t underst—.” Her words were cut off just as they came around the bend to Lady Browning’s house. She could hear the sound of the horses of her carriage, but then, there was silence. Prince Michael’s carriage stopped in mid-track from the surprise, but none was more surprised than Prince Michael. A white smoke rose up from the floor and engulfed the inside of the carriage in its mysterious shroud. Her hope that she’d be free when her clothes transformed was no longer a reality. The white smoke began to clear when Prince Michael opened one of the carriage windows and the cool night breeze blew the smoke from the carriage. When it was gone, Prince Michael stared at her in disbelief or awe, not sure which. Then, she looked down and saw what he saw.

  “Is this the work of Straparola?”

  She could barely talk; her body flushed a bright pink in shame. “Yessss, how did you know?”

  “He is the only one with this type of sense of humor. I suspect you thought it would end differently.”

  She watched as he stared at her naked body, bound and spread in the most obscene position. Straparola took her new clothes but didn’t give back her old clothes. She felt a heated flush run through her body as Prince Michaels’ eyes were drawn to her quim. He didn’t even blink. The cool air blew into the carriage, and she expected she’d be cold, but her body was heated mostly between her spread legs. No man had ever seen her like this before.

  “So, how are you related to Lady Browning? I should have known after hearing your wishes.”

  “Lady Browning is my stepmother, and Mary and Elizabet are my stepsisters. Ever since my father’s death, they have treated me as a slave. I have a tiny room near the kitchen while they have generous bedrooms. I cook, clean, bath them and clean their chamber pots. They treat me cruelly, and I got my revenge.”

  “And Straparola is your fairy godfather. What did he get in exchange?”

  “The same as you did but first. I was innocent in all ways before him. Everything I learned was from him. He must have done a good job teaching me, because I heard no complaints from you.”

  “And he got no farther than teaching you to suck a prick?”

  “No, I’m still chaste.” But she didn’t feel that way, spread and naked for him to see her virgin quim in all its glory. “Be a gentleman and let me go now.”

  “And where will you go, Ella? Mary and Lady Browning are going to leave with Lord Storr and his father immediately. I suspect that Elizabet will be with Lady Oates within a day. Their house will be closed up and sold. There is no place for you, Ella. Is that your name?”

  “No, it’s Cinderella, but for some mystical power that Straparola possesses, no one sees Cinderella, or maybe, it’s just no one ever did before.”

  “Then, it will forever be Ella.”

  Prince Michael made her downtrodden by her plight. She was without home, money or clothes.

  Michael stuck his head out the window. “Take the slow way back to the castle, driver. I don’t want to get there for an hour.”

  “Yes, Your Highness.” The driver knew exactly what he wanted. He had a lovely woman bound in the carriage and had no intentions of letting her lose without further investigation.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice should be frightened, but it wasn’t. She had made a deal with Prince Michael, and she’d have to pay for it with her body. Bound, spread and naked before him, the price didn’t seem too high.

  “Anything and everything, Ella. You’ll come back to the castle with me where you’ll live. I’ll take over from where Straparola left off on your education. The Hellfire Club will love you, Ella.”

  She hadn’t thought about being displayed at the Hellfire Club as Elizabet and Mary had been, but she should’ve. Prince Michael was a descendant of the founders so he had the same inclinations as they did to keep it going in the same manner as before. But, a new dimension was added when Prince Michael moved off the other bench and came over to her. She couldn’t help but look down to see the brazen display of his erection in his trousers. This after she’d already sucked him off. She had an hour of him before they went back to the castle. A lot could happen in an hour, and she could do nothing about any of it. He can have his way with her in a manner he desires, and she suspected that he had a dark side which he’d explore with her body.

  The first thing Michael did when he got close enough was to slap her quim with the flat of his hand. It wasn’t hard, not yet, but it still surprised her as she yelped from the unexpected touch.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Do what?” He wanted to hear her say the words.

  “Slap my quim.”

  “That’s barely a slap, Ella.” He did it again, this time harder, and he caught her full on the lips. It wasn’t lost on him that as he drew his hand away, he could feel the moisture on it.

  She bit her lip as he slapped her quim harder. She could feel her lips begin to swell up but also felt the shameful wetness. It was surreal, he slapped her quim and they talked about it as though it was the most natural thing to do. “A woman is tender and sensitive there.”

  “Yes, some women are. But, others only grow wet and aroused. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the Hellfire Club is determined to test it every week. How about you, Ella? Are you soft and tender or wet and aroused?” He slapped her quim once again, this time hard
er. He looked at her wet lips. “You don’t have to tell me, Ella. I can see your wetness grow.”

  Prince Michael began to devour her naked body. He pushed a bolster behind her back that thrust her breasts out vulgarly. Her young, firm tits pushed up high, but it was the nipples at the tips that begged his attention. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands as he began to squeeze them, softly at first but then harder. He knew she’d want it that way. His fingers teased over her nipples back and forth as his fingertips scratched the tender tips until they swelled in such expectations. “A little pleasure,” he teased her, but then, his fingers gripped her nipples fully and began to squeeze them tight. “A little pain.” She bit her lip, but she didn’t cry out as he tugged on them until he had them stretched long. He didn’t release them but twisted them until her nipple flesh was gnarled. When he released them, they were twice the size and easy targets for his fingernails to snap on.

  She jumped at the sharp slap of his fingernail on her nipples, sending a tremor of pain deep in her breasts. She looked at them, red and swollen, and the cool breeze blew them into greater hardness. Then, his mouth descended on one of them, and his lips clutched her hardened tip and drew it deep into his mouth with such powerful suction. It felt like he was trying to suck it from her chest, but then, his tongue worked it over, slapping it back and forth with the hot, wet flesh. His hand kept the other nipple hard until he could devour that one with his mouth. He ground his teeth back and forth over her rubbery nipple, but instead of fear, she felt pleasure. She wanted him to touch her quim and find her wetness. She was a virgin, but she’d lost her hymen riding. She wouldn’t feel him tear her when he fucked her, but she’d taken his prick in her mouth, and she knew he was big. She’d feel the painful stretching when he took her.