Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  She looked at him as he backed away, surprising her. But, he began to take off his trousers, and soon, his prick sported out his undergarments. He moved next to her again, but it wasn’t her mouth he wanted. He folded her breasts around his prick, and then, he began to move his hips. She looked down to see the red helmet of his prick slid in and out her compressed breasts as if it was the most normal thing to do. Ella never heard of such a thing, but Prince Michael seemed adept at it. It was as though he fucked her breasts.

  “Lean down your head farther and lick the head of my prick as it slides out.”

  She had to stretch her neck and as she did, the muscles in her arms grew taut from being bound so high. Her tongue sneaked out her mouth as she watched the dark-red head of his prick slide in and out of her white breasts. She saw that it was wet and slid easily on his leaking seed, but her tongue still stretched until she could rub it over the very tip. When it pulled back, it left a wet spot on her tongue as she waited for him to push it back through. He kept this up for a while, and her mouth grew thick with his salty, acrid seed once again.

  Finally, he was eager to taste her virgin quim. He pulled his prick from her breasts as his rock-hard prick bounced in front of him. He moved his face close and soon found her soft belly with his lips. He began to kiss her softly as he moved down her belly. He could see her thigh muscles strain as if she could close her legs.

  She didn’t expect this either. She wanted his fingers but got his lips. He moved down her belly, and soon, his eyes and mouth would be inches from her naked quim to see her up close and personal. Her body tried to stop him, but each time she clenched her legs to close them, she found how helpless she was. She felt his hot breath blow on her mound, as his lips slowly ran over the fine hairs of her bush. His fingers began to rub her thighs, so close to her quim. His mouth and fingers converged onto her as she felt her wetness increasing. “AAAAHHH!” His fingers touched her quim, sliding over the soft lips on both sides, and then, she felt them pressuring her lips to open. Her quim’s lips strained as they were spread, but he got another gasp from her lips when his tongue slid through her bush and found the wet flesh exposed. “NNNOOOOO!” She cried out when his tongue began to move through her slit. His fingers kept her open while his tongue lapped up her flowing juices. His tongue explored her expertly while his fingers kept her open and available. He made broad strokes up and down her slit with his tongue, and she felt the tremors grow in her pleasure button as he neared it.

  “You taste good, Ella.” He teased her by biting her quim lips, not hard, but he clench down on the fleshy lips to pull them open. He pushed his mouth between her lips and enjoyed the wet flesh that was exposed, using his tongue to lap it up. He moved down to the opening of her quim, but his fingers explored it first. He pushed into the tight hole and felt the elastic opening grip his finger so tightly. Nothing had ever been in there before. He pushed a finger into the tight hole and got a gasp from her lips, but she could do nothing as her insides opened up under his probing finger.

  She felt his finger enter her, not even her fingers had done such a thing. His finger felt so big or she was too small. She could feel the hard knuckles pass through her reluctant hole. It felt like a tiny animal nipped at her insides as he explored her intimately. “OOOOOHHH, how you violate me with your fingers,” she cried out, but she couldn’t stop her inner muscles from gripping his probing finger, not to stop it but to feel it. What would it feel like when it’s his prick that is inside me?

  “It’s difficult to violate you when you are so wet, Ella,” he shamed her. He pushed his finger in deeper, exploring her hot, wet quim. He pulled his finger out, but then, it was his tongue that violated her. He made the tip of his tongue hard and pointed as he tried to dart in and out of the tight hole of her quim. She could do nothing, bound as she was, and he soon entered her with his tongue.

  “No, you shame me,” Ella cried out as the tongue entered her, but she wanted a prick to take her virginity from her. She had no choice, naked and bound she was at his mercy. That was her dilemma. She found too much enjoyment in being bound naked and devoured by Prince Michael. It was the excitement of being unable to stop him from doing anything to her. She’d seen what happened to the women at the Hellfire Club.

  “We’ll see how much it shames you now,” pulling his tongue from her quim. His fingers went up her slit until he got to the top. He wasn’t surprised when he peeled back her lips and found a large, red pleasure button throbbing with blood. He didn’t touch it, not with his fingers. He pressed his lips against it as her body shuddered, and she cried out with such surprise. He pulled her button into his mouth with powerful suction as his tongue began to explore it until her body jerked and shuddered from the unexpected touch.

  “OOOOH, NNNOO, STTTOPP,” she cried out, but she couldn’t convince herself she wanted him to stop. Her juices flooded between her legs. Her fingers had extracted such pleasure from her button but nothing like this. She felt his hot, wet, demanding lips on her button, and then, he sucked it inside his mouth. She never felt her button stretch so far, yet his tongue wouldn’t leave it alone. It rubbed it like her fingers did, but his tongue was hot and wet. She shuddered when she felt his sharp teeth slide over the edge of her button, but it was pure pleasure that laced through her body. It was as if she wanted him to bite it hard and make her suffer the unbelievable pleasure or pain she’d feel. She felt his finger enter her quim once again, and now, she was being rubbed in two places. She couldn’t contain her growing arousal, fearing she’d cum on his face but also fearing she wouldn’t.

  Michael was proud of his skills, making this bound virgin cum would culminate the night. He attacked her with his mouth and fingers with a vengeance and soon had her crying out for her pleasure. He didn’t let up until it was too late for her. He heard her cry out as the pleasure raced through her bound body, and she came explosively on his face and tongue. Her quim squeezed his finger with quivering contractions that would play havoc with his prick once he made her cum while he fucked her.

  She screamed out loudly, unable to muffle her pleasure, shamed that his driver and footmen could hear her unrestrained pleasure. She’d never experienced such an orgasm, and his mouth and finger wouldn’t let her rest until he drained her. Her body slumped in the straps that held her, but his finger stayed in her quim as his face pulled from between her legs. He had a smug look on his wet face.

  “I suspect Straparola never made you cum like that before, Ella.” He saw her flushed face, her lips trembled as she refused to acknowledge her shame. “We still have a few minutes before we get back to the castle, Ella.”

  She could do nothing as his finger stayed inside her quim and rubbed the wet passage slowly and sensuously. Then, she felt his other hand slide lower. “No, noooo,” she cried in shame as his finger ran over her perineum. It sent shivers through her body. She never expected to feel anything there. But, his finger didn’t stop as it slid higher up behind her body and pushed in the sweat-drenched crack of her backside. The finger stopped when it touched her anus. She felt shameful contractions of her muscles, unable to stop them from the finger that violated her back there. Why would he want to touch such a private place?

  “Ah, another place Straparola never trained you for, Ella. Relax, you have no choice.” His finger began to run over the tight knot of her anus as he felt the spasms of her muscles. She huffed and puffed, but she could do nothing but suffer his shameless probing. He pressed harder with the tip of his finger into the tight hole. It contracted around his fingertip as he waited. It took a few minutes before her anus quieted down, his finger still on it but pressing for entrance. He felt her anus begin to dilate as if it welcomed his fingers. He used more pressure more until it felt like her insides sucked the tip of his finger into her hot hole. With just the fingernail inside her, he waited until she calmed down once again.

  His finger was patient but persistent. It sat heavily on her anus, and she could do nothing to stop him. She finally
felt the tremors of her anal muscles relax, but it was replaced by something else. She could feel her anal ring begin to flower open as if to welcome his probing finger. The tiny hole began to distend, and she couldn’t stop his finger as it began to enter her. “No, not there,” she cried out in shame, but as she said it, her anal ring gave up the battle and she felt a finger enter a hole that wasn’t meant to be probed from that direction. She felt her anal ring stretch around his hard finger as it sank into her rectum. Her buttocks clenched tight in revolt, but that only aided his finger from being sucked in deeper. Her body betrayed her as his finger wormed into her backside. She couldn’t understand why he did such a thing.

  She got relief when the carriage pulled up in front of the castle. His fingers slipped out of both of her holes, but her muscles clenched tight as if she missed them. More discerning was her backside. He violated her with his finger, yet as his finger left, she could still feel it inside her. It took a moment until her anal ring snapped shut as if it waited to see if his finger would come back. She couldn’t stop the contractions of her buttocks as he began to untie her.

  “We’re home, Ella.” He handed her a robe and a pair of slippers to wear. He always had them in his carriage in case he got too excited with a woman and ripped their clothes in his haste and excitement.

  They marched into the castle with all the fanfare that was bestowed on Prince Michael. She felt a shameful wetness, knowing she was naked beneath the robe as all watched and admired her. She didn’t know if the night was over or just beginning as they went upstairs to a place that few had seen. It was Prince Michael’s living quarters.

  “I’ll draw a bath for you.” He went into the other room while she began to inspect his rooms.

  He had six rooms, two of them were bedrooms, but she could tell which one he slept in, the large bed took up the center of the room. There was a large sitting room along with a library or office. The last room was locked.

  Michael came back into the room. “You’re bath is ready.”

  She looked at him, only in a robe; sure he was naked beneath it. She followed him into the bathroom. She stood there, not sure what to do. Would he leave?

  “Take off the robe.”

  This was no time for modesty. He’d seen all of her and more. She took it off as he helped her into the tub. The hot water felt good.

  “Stand up and I’ll wash you.”

  He had soap and a washcloth in his hand. There was no use arguing the point. He’d get his way no matter what. She never had any one wash her. He started at her shoulders and worked down her body. He paid special attention to her breasts, and she felt her nipples swell in pleasure as the washcloth rubbed over them to make them stand to attention. Then, it went over her belly, and she spread her legs obediently as the washcloth paid particular attention to her quim. Then, he had her turn around, and he spread her cheeks and washed between them. Her anus quivered at the thought of his finger inside her once again. She got back into the water to rinse herself off.

  “Your turn now.”

  She took the washcloth and soap from him and began to explore his body just as he did to her. She spent a lot of time between his legs, and her fingers ran over his prick, not the washcloth. She wanted to feel every bit of it and commit it to memory. She hefted his testicles and lathered them fully. Then, she boldly said, “Turn around now.”

  She laughed when she surprised him. She had lathered his crack with the washcloth, but then, she soaped one finger. As she used the washcloth to rub his cheeks, her finger found his anus and pierced it suddenly. One minute her fingertip pushed against the tight hole, and then, the slippery soap won the battle as her finger was sucked into his tight hole. He gasped loudly, almost standing on his toes, but he did nothing to deter her. She gave him a few pushes with her finger before she finally pulled it out, but she watched his tight brown hole slowly close as if he waited for her to return with her finger.

  When they came out of the bathroom, there was food on the table as if it appeared out of nowhere, but the room was empty. She wore a beautiful blue diaphanous nightgown that highlighted her naked body. He wore a silk robe that couldn’t contain his erection.

  The rest of the night they ate and talked as if they just met each other. Ella no longer hid her life from him. They went to bed in the early morning, naked together for the first time, but he made no attempt to make love to her for the first time yet. She had a difficult time sleeping with him, wanting to curl her fingers around his prick and arouse him until he took her innocence. She wondered what he had planned for her, for she knew he wouldn’t wait past tomorrow.

  * * * *

  Elizabet wasn’t surprised by the knock on the door. It was Lady Oates.

  “It is time for you to leave this place, Elizabet. Mary and your mother went to live with Lord Storr at his castle. He’ll sell this house.”

  “What about Cinderella?”

  “Don’t worry about her. She’ll find another kitchen-scullery position without trouble. She is a good worker, and it was as if she were non-existent. I brought you something to wear. You can leave the rest of your clothes. Elizabet no longer dresses that way.”

  “Yes, Lady Oates.”

  She handed her the clothes. “Put them on; we have to go.”

  Elizabet stood in the middle of the living room and took off all her clothes. Lady Oates helped her into the tight corset until she could hardly breathe, but it was the straps that Elizabet desired. They slid between her legs and parted her slit and then ran through the crack of her backside until they were secured behind her back. She bowed her legs out as the final one passed between her spread lips and her crack. This one was different than the last; the knobs were much thicker and demanding. The one on her anus felt like a cork pushed into her reluctant hole. She knew it would slowly be drawn inside until she stretched around it as she walked. The one on her quim was the largest, and Elizabet was wet as soon as the straps constrained her quim. It slid inside as if it was a tiny prick. When the strap was pulled up, her pleasure button was trapped by another knob, but this one felt rough. She knew it would rub her harshly when she moved. She mounted the four-inch heels as she put on the dress. Her lovely breasts were pushed up like mountains, her full buttocks pushed out to their fullest. As she walked, her quim grew wetter. Elizabet was about to embark on her new life, but she didn’t know what it was. She put all her trust in Lady Oates.

  She was taken to Lady Oates castle, a stately palace close to Prince Michael. She was surprised there were so many people there at this late hour. It was as if it was a party. Lady Oates introduced her to everyone, especially the men. “You’re going to enjoy the men, Elizabet.”

  It was four o’clock in the morning before they went upstairs, though there were still some men downstairs. Elizabet wasn’t sure who lived here with Lady Oates. She was shown into a large bedroom that had to be Lady Oates. A huge bed with white comforter and pillows filled the room. Where would I sleep?

  “Let me help you off with your clothes.” Lady Oates made haste in getting her undressed, but she had trouble taking the wet straps that were between her legs. Elizabet loved the tight lacing of her quim. “Come in here.”

  Elizabet was led naked into the other room. It was a lot smaller and only had a single bed in it.

  “Lie face down on the bed, Elizabet.”

  She didn’t know what would happen, but she trusted Lady Oates. In a minute, Lady Oates piled up leather straps next to her.

  “Put your arms behind you.” She smiled when she obeyed so obediently. Lady Oates expertly bound Elizabet on the bed within minutes. Her arms were pulled back and tied to her ankles, her knees bent, but the stringent bondage made her body arch unnaturally, her head didn’t touch the bed. She was drawn a bow, her body taut. She tried to say something, but Lady Oates put a wooden bit in her mouth and tied it behind her head. Drool fell from her mouth. She greased up a butt plug and unceremoniously pushed it in deep until her anus snapped tight and trap
ped it. She gave it a few taps and that got muffled groans from her split lips. “I’ll see you in the morning,” and blew out the lamp and closed the door, leaving her in complete silence and darkness.

  Her body ached already and something big was in her backside. She couldn’t keep her muscles from fighting the unnatural bondage. She couldn’t even rest her head in the dark room, unable to speak out as drool ran down her chin. What have I got myself into?

  * * * *

  Lady Browning found her accommodations more than adequate. It was in the wing next to Lord Storr, Sr. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. She thought that Mary would be able to win over Lord Storr and his money, but it was his father that controlled it, so she’d have to work on him and that would require more than her charming self. He already proved that when he had her suck him off. It wouldn’t be the first time that she had to use her body to get what she wanted. But Lord Storr and Prince Michael had the Hellfire Club. They were more sophisticated in their perverse pleasures. Mary had learned that tonight.

  Mary found Lord Storr’s castle magnificent. He proudly proclaimed that she was his intended to all. After what she went through tonight, she hoped that would be the case. She hoped for some sleep tonight, but Lord Storr had her between his legs and sucking his prick as he laid his head on the pillow.

  “Stroke the shaft while you milk the head in your mouth. Don’t spill any when I cum. I hate stains on the bed.” He closed his eyes as she worked him over. She might have been a mouth virgin before tonight, but she had many men that taught her the ways of pleasure. He was pleased when she licked his prick and his balls. She sucked each one into her mouth and washed it down with her tongue. He rewarded her with a mouthful of his seed. She curled up next to him with her hand lovingly cradling his prick as they fell asleep.

  Chapter 9

  Lost Innocence

  Prince Michael was so loving and tender with her all day. They ate food like she never tasted before. She’d have to be careful she didn’t grow fat. He had such lavish clothes for her to wear, all cut specifically for her, though she didn’t know how he knew so much about her. Her undergarments were the finest of silks, very sexy and revealing.