Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  Ella could only watch as the woman with the whip took to the other bound woman with the same fervor. She had her bouncing around and screaming as the whip lashed into her soft, unprotected flesh. Tears ran down her face before the whipping had stopped. One woman was retied to the wall, facing out, her legs spread to reveal her quim, her breasts pushed out proudly in the spread-eagle position for all to see. The other woman was brought over for Lord Dent’s pleasure. It was some kind of saw horse, bolted to the ground so it wouldn’t tip over.

  “Bend over it or you’ll find yourself back on the wall,” Lord Dent ordered her.

  Charity felt a hand push down on her back, and then, she felt the saw horse cut across her belly as she was bent in two. Her head hung to the ground, her brown hair fanned out in front of her as the blood rushed to her brain. Someone grabbed her hair and yanked it harshly to the ground until it felt like every strand would be plucked painfully from her skull. She was forced to push her hands to the ground to steady herself when she felt hands on her ankles. Her legs were spread wide to the edges of the saw horse.

  Lord Dent stood behind her, completely naked as he stroked his prick back to such hardness. The whipping of a woman always inspired his lust. His hand stroked her naked backside to ignite the pain in the whipped flesh. It would inspire her to toss around more and give him more pleasure.

  Charity cried out when she felt a hard prick force its way inside her with a brutal thrust that sent her quim from empty to full in seconds. His prick ripped out and was back again with equal vigor. The saw horse bounced noisily on the floor as Charity was fucked hard and fast. There would be no pleasure in this act for her, only for the man that took her. She couldn’t see who it was, but he was hard and formidable, not one of the older men. His hands slapped her buttocks as the pain raced through her muscles as his hand took its toll on her whipped flesh. Her inner muscles clenched on the pain, and she knew that she’d give him a good ride from her pain.

  Ella watched Lord Dent fuck her. He might have cum once, but his stamina was admirable. His hips were a blur as he continued to pound into his prey with such precision. He finally came, but he didn’t shoot his seed inside her. He pulled his prick out at the last minute and rubbed it on her buttocks. His white seed shot out and covered her flesh with the thick crème; sure that it burned her whipped flesh.

  Ella wanted to wait to see what happened to the other bound woman, but she was pressed into service. Her naked body was bent over another man. Lord

  Dowell, he introduced himself like a good gentlemen, though his hands were on her head and he pushed her mouth onto his prick. His wife, Maud, smiled at Ella as she watched her husband take Ella’s mouth as if everyone did such a thing.

  “Curl your fingers around my testicles and take my prick in your mouth. Prince Michael tells me you are quite adept at sucking pricks.”

  His prick stood up, but he wasn’t as young and virile as Lord Dowell. He and his wife were in their late fifties, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make his prick hard. She opened her mouth wide as his hands on her head became more determined. The head of his prick slipped through her lips and stained them with his leaking juices. He stopped when the head was swallowed up by her lips, but she knew why. Her tongue began to curl around the head, swishing excitedly over it to extract more of his leaking seed. She flicked it back and forth over the very tip until she got the first jet of his seed, shooting prematurely in her mouth as she forced his excitement. Her fingers ran over his hairy, wrinkled testicles until she could trap them. His hips drove up higher when she squeezed them, but he cried out in pleasure as more of his prick was sucked into her mouth.

  Maud leaned over Ella. “Suck him good.” She slapped Ella’s buttocks, but then, her fingers crept between her legs and began to stroke her quim. She felt the wetness begin to flow in spite of the fact that it was a woman that stroked her so expertly. Or maybe she just enjoyed being forced to perform on any man.

  Lord Dowell began to instruct her with his hands on her head, but he soon learned he didn’t need to. Whatever he said, she did, no matter what. “Take it deeper,” and soon, her mouth slid up and down the shaft, going lower each time until the prickly hairs on his balls were pushed into her face. The head of his prick went deep into her mouth and made her gag when it pushed into the tiny opening of her throat, but she made no attempt to push back even as he heard the deep gags from her belly. Maud was working over her quim, but she’d punctuate the pleasure with sharp slaps to her buttocks.

  Her mouth was filled with his salty seed, but she didn’t stop. His wife rubbed her quim with such skill, and the sharp slaps on her buttocks turned to pleasure, not to pain. Ella didn’t understand why, but she didn’t care.

  “Hold the head in your mouth and stroke it with your hand. He’s ready to shoot, and he likes to see it shoot in your mouth,” Maud instructed Ella, and she obeyed without question.

  Prince Michael smiled as he saw Ella with Lord Dowell. His wife and he made Ella suck him, and he was ready to cum. Ella opened her mouth wide, the head of Lord Dowell’s prick sat on her tongue as her hand stroked the shaft and her other hand cupped his testicles, ready to milk them. He saw the shocked look on her face when he shot out profusely in her mouth, but she never backed off as the thick crème filled her mouth. When he finished shooting, her lips closed tightly over the head, and he saw her tongue move beneath her cheek as she washed him down obediently.

  Ella was fucked by Prince Michael one more time as she spread her legs and bent her body. Her mouth was taken by another hard prick, but this man wasn’t a gentlemen. He didn’t introduce himself before he pushed his prick into her mouth. But, that made little difference to Ella. She came with the both of them.

  Chapter 10

  Depravity and Debauchery

  For two days, Elizabet was either bound or tight-laced for Lady Oates. It didn’t take Elizabet long to find out how to move her body in the right way to make the ropes or laces that split her open move with such pleasure. When Lady Oates unbound her, it took her only minutes for her to stroke Elizabet until she came like a trained animal. She loved it too much.

  “Tonight, you have a special guest,” Lady Oates instructed Elizabet, but she gave her no more details.

  The room downstairs filled up quickly, including Prince Michael and Ella. When Ella found out it was Elizabet that would be put on display once again, she wouldn’t miss it for the world. Ella wore a shimmering white dress, the bosom cut so low that her nipples peaked out. The edge of the dress rubbed over them with the slightest of movements, and they were big, red and swollen as a result. It was as if they begged for the touch of any man. The dress was long, but it was cut up the middle, between her legs almost to her waist in the front and back. Each step she took made it part and gave all eyes an inviting look of what lay between her legs, front and back, for she wore no undergarment beneath it. Prince Michael was equally handsome in his tight pants. His prick was pushed into a tight cup that protruded in the front to secure his testicles as well. The material around his privates was drawn so tight you could see the outline of his prick, from the head all the way to the bulging veins in the shaft.

  Ella was greeted with friendly smiles and fondling hands, but Prince Michael wasn’t immune to the same treatment. His prick rose to greater prominence as lovely women stroked him as they talked to him.

  Ella saw one woman, bound on her knees over the back of her chair. She didn’t look like she took to it willingly. Her lovely lips were split by a red cloth that sufficiently gagged her except for some small cries that managed to escape. Her legs were spread wide to the edges of the large, wooden chair bolted to the floor. A rope encircled her waist and the back of the chair to limit her movements and keep her from escaping. Her wrists were bound in front of her and pulled down the front of the chair so that it left her large breasts hanging and available. She was naked except for a small undergarment, but it was pulled down her thighs until it left her quim and buttocks nake
d and revealed to all eyes. Her eyes were wide open in terror.

  A group of people gathered around her, talking as though it was a church social that they attended. Except for one woman’s hand that explored the bound woman’s naked ass. No one stopped her, but they all stared at the bound woman. But this wasn’t why Ella was here. She wanted to see Elizabet perform. She hoped it would be equally degrading and painful.

  Elizabet was marched ceremoniously through the room. She was naked except for the ropes that encircled her body with such precision. Her breasts were cut by ropes to make them stand up fully, but the ropes also split then and compressed them until her nipples were swollen with trapped blood. The rope around her waist was tight and forced her belly in, but it was the rope that was drawn between her legs and her crack that dug in the deepest. Every step that Elizabet took made the rope ride up and down with something that bordered between pain and pleasure, Elizabet never truly understood which. It hurt as the rough rope rubbed her, yet the rope grew wet with her juices.

  Lady Oates proudly led her by the leash. Lord Ben Pickard had requested the honor of Elizabet tonight, and Lady Oates would be paid handsomely for providing Elizabet to him in the manner he desired. It would be a truly degrading and loathsome act he’d perform on her for all to see, but Lady Oates would see that Elizabet got her pleasure from it, though not as she would expect.

  Elizabet saw it before her and shivered in fear and pleasure. It was a sturdy fixture, and she saw its purpose immediately, or at least she thought she did. It was a cross, although more of an X than a cross, yet it was parallel to the ground, not upright. It was made of thick, hewn wood and held up by a system of supports that were bolted to the floor with iron bolts. Front and back, at the end of each beam were thick leather straps bolted into the wood. Once secured, she’d be spread wide and defenseless. The only thing that confused her was that it was so low to the ground and the beams were twice as wide as needed to be to secure her limbs. The leather straps were attached to one side of the beam, not in the center.

  Lady Oates made quick work of taking the ropes off Elizabet as she stared at the fixture. She didn’t want her to change her mind before she’d be secured. “Would you help me, Lord Pickard?”

  Ben stood in front of Elizabet, and his prick stirred with such excitement. He loved a woman that had a bit of meat on her bones. Elizabet was a full-figured woman, and naked, she was tantalizing. “I’m Lord Ben Pickard, Elizabet,” he introduced himself like any gentleman, but his hands reached out for her as he said it. He found her nipples hard and pouting as his fingers ran over the very tips and teased them to points. He moved closer until he could rub his prick on her naked mound, slowly from side to side.

  He was certainly excited when he looked at her body. Elizabet felt his erection push into her naked quim. For a man that was twenty years her senior, he was still formidable. He rubbed her quim with his erection and even though his trousers were rough, her quim soon wet them with her increasing arousal. He’d know her shame when he pulled away and found his trousers wet with her juices.

  He finally had to back away, but his hand slid down her belly and through the fine hairs of her mound. He found her quim wet and so were his trousers. He knew most women took offense at what he proposed, but he thought Elizabet might be the exception.

  His fingers tickled along her slit, and soon, he grew bolder. She spread her legs slightly without acting too bold. He stroked her, and she grew more aroused as his expert fingers extracted the pleasure from her body. The thought of being bound and spread as his prick sliced up between her legs and took her quim made it more exciting. She had to spread her legs wide to accommodate his finger as it slid unopposed in her quim. He moved around inside expertly as he explored her for something much bigger. On the low fixture, it would bring her a new sense of pleasure as his prick would rub her differently, but he’d have difficulty thrusting with much power.

  He pushed two fingers inside her, and she gripped him with such intensity. His thumb found her pleasure button and soon had her ride his fingers. He looked into her face, and there was no shame as she moaned softly with pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of her quim, but he put them into his mouth and licked up her womanly nectar. “Such a delightful taste, Elizabet.”

  Elizabet allowed her body to grow limp as Lord Pickard and Lady Oates began to put her onto the fixture. She was surprised when they laid her face down on it, but as soon as she felt her arms and legs spread out to the four corners, her arousal overcame her suspicion. The wood beams were cold and impersonal, but when she felt each of her wrists encircled in the thick leather straps and tightened with such finality, thoughts of discomfort were replaced with pleasure. Her ankles were next, but she wasn’t immune to the fondling hands that slid up and down her thighs. She looked and saw the others begin to gather around her once she was secured. She’d be the star attraction. She got used to that; in fact, that brought greater excitement as everyone watched her taken in such imaginative ways.

  It was uncomfortable for Elizabet because there was no support for her head. Unless she strained to hold it upright, it hung down between the twin beams in the front, but Lord Pickard had come up with a novel way to support it. He put one hand under her neck and forced her head up into the air. His other hand brushed her hair to the side with such softness, but that wasn’t to be so. He had a leather strap in his hand, wide, about three inches, and he pushed it below her neck and encircled it and then drew it tight. She gulped loudly as it tightened around her throat and panic overcame her at the thought of being strangled with the strap. He released her neck, and her head started to fall back down, but the strap began to tighten. She could feel her head pulled back up into the air as he tied it to something high behind her. As he tied it tight, her head was jerked back and forth until he had it secured. Her head was forced up high in the air as she stared forward. The strap dug into her soft neck, but she couldn’t do anything any longer.

  Ella watched with such fascination when Elizabet was bound so stringently. She could hardly breathe with the tight strap around her neck. Her naked body was spread, and the way the fixture was devised, her breasts hung down beneath her, unopposed and defenseless. Her legs were spread wide, and there was ample room for a man between them, but her quim was too low to be taken from behind without bending over deeply. Even her mouth wasn’t conveniently located for a prick to take it. Her quim grew wet at the thought of it being her in that predicament. What would Prince Michael do to me? She felt Prince Michael grow excited as he watched what unfolded. His hand slid over her backside, and when he pushed her dress to the side, she felt his hand touch her naked cheeks.

  Lord Pickard went to her side as his eyes gazed at her firm, round buttocks. “Hand me the bolster, Lady Oates.” He pushed the leather-covered bolster beneath her hips and belly and drew her buttocks up higher. The wide spread of her legs caused her crack to split open and reveal the tiny brown star of her anus along with her pink quim that pushed out so provocatively from behind.

  She could feel herself open up as her backside was obscenely thrust up. All was revealed to anyone that gazed at her. Her quim grew wetter, but her anus strangely began to open and close lewdly, Elizabet unable to control the tight muscles that protected it. Lord Pickard’s hands were back; this time, they were less forgiving. He pulled on her cheeks to open her up for intimate inspection, but then, she heard the loud slap of flesh hitting flesh, and it took her body a second to realize that it was one of her buttocks that received a powerful slap that made them jiggle in pain.

  He loved the sound that his hand made on her flesh, and the skin turned a pretty pink where he’d struck. He stroked her quim to sooth her but then struck her buttocks with harsher blows to take her from pleasure to pain.

  Her buttocks burned and her quim grew wet from his touch, her body confused by what he did to her. He must have struck her buttocks a dozen times before he stopped. She didn’t know what to expect now. She couldn’t turn her h
ead very much without choking herself.

  Everyone watched as Lord Pickard prepared. He had a cut-glass jar of slick oil. He stroked his prick with it first as his hand slid up and down until it glistened in the bright lights.

  Ella was confused at what he did. Elizabet was more than wet enough to accommodate him, yet he covered his prick with something slippery. He moved between her legs as his prick danced excitedly in front of him when he neared her quim. But he stopped and it was his hands that moved to her backside, not her quim. He poured some of the oil on her buttocks, and it ran down her crack and over her quim. His hands returned; this time, they caressed her buttocks as he slowly rubbed the oil on her flesh. He heard her gasp in shock when his fingers slid along her crack. The wide spread of her legs left her unable to clench her cheeks as his fingers ran casually over her anus.

  “No, not there,” she cried out in shame when she felt his finger touch her in such a place. Lady Oates had whipped her there, and she felt the shameful contractions of her muscles, but this was a finger that touched her. She wanted his prick between her legs to give her a sound fucking for all to see.