Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  “Relax, Elizabet, there is nothing you can do to stop him,” Lady Oates coached her. She watched Elizabet’s face grimace as Lord Pickard began to grow more determined.

  The wet, slippery finger stopped on her anus and sent the muscles into uncontrollable contractions. The finger became more insistent as it pressured her reluctant anus. She struggled, but she was bound too tight to escape the probing finger. All watched her as Lord Pickard’s finger became more assertive. “No, no,” she begged, but her anal ring began to open up under the attack.

  Lord Pickard was patient, at least for now. He let her trembling anus grow accustomed to being probed. When the muscles quieted down, her anal ring began to dilate around his finger as if she welcomed the intrusion. He watched as it slowly unfurled around his finger until the tip was sucked into her bowels with such authority. He loved the gasp from her lips when he penetrated her, but it was the excitement of her inner muscles that rippled over his finger that made him look forward to the time it would be his prick that would receive the pulsating clenches of her inner muscles. He continued to press with his slick finger as she was unable to push him out once he breached the tight hole. He was fascinated as the tight ring of her anus slowly engulfed his finger up to the first joint, but he didn’t stop there. He began to move his finger, bending and stretching the tight hole for something much bigger. Each time he did, he was rewarded with another surprised gasp from her mouth.

  It felt like a snake entered her as his finger slithered and slid inside her without regard. It stretched her and sent her muscles into violent contractions when his finger entered her rectum and pushed hard against the soft muscles. Why is he doing such a thing to me? His finger was more demanding as she felt his knuckles slide through her anal ring. “No more,” she begged, but it did no good. She felt his finger plunge into the depths of her bowels.

  “What is he doing?” Ella was puzzled at what he did to her, but Prince Michael’s hand ran over her naked buttock as he watched what unfolded.

  “I suspect she’s a virgin there, and he wants to end that.” Michael’s hand slid down her crack, and he felt Ella tighten her cheeks.

  “A virgin…” Then, it dawned on her. “In her backside?” She felt Prince Michael’s hand slide between her buttocks.

  “Yes, a tight, hot hole to grip his prick. It’s a different feeling from a quim. And it allows any size prick to be fully impaled inside, not like a quim.”

  She kept her cheeks clenched tight and didn’t say another word to Prince Michael regarding it. She had no intentions of taking his prick up her backside, but Elizabet didn’t have a choice. She was bound and spread.

  The finger in her backside moved with such urgency, thrusting in and out as if he tested her. She could feel his hard knuckles rub up and down her anal ring as it slid over his finger. It didn’t hurt, but it was shameful to be touched in such a place while everyone watched. His finger pulled out, but it never left her anus. Then, he began to push it back in again, but it was different. It felt bigger and her anal ring stretched wide to accommodate it. She gasped when it popped inside. It had to be more than one finger that stretched her. He was more aggressive this time. His finger plunged into the depths of her bowels without pause, twisting and turning them once fully seated into her rectum. Her anal ring burned at first, but he continued to push in and out until it was beaten into submission. It was worse when he pulled his two fingers apart deep inside her to stretch her wide.

  She took to his fingers easily, now three fingers stretched her, but he barely got a moan out of her. Her ass hole gripped his fingers, and her muscles clenched so erotically on them. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her now.

  Elizabet felt some relief when his fingers finally pulled out of her backside. She expected more of them to be back, but nothing happened. She couldn’t turn her head to see. Then, she felt something behind her. The fixture she was on moved, and then, she felt flesh touch her legs on the inside. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t do that, would he?

  Lord Pickard began to mount the fixture. He put his legs on the inside of hers, the beams wide enough to support him with ease, but he wouldn’t be as spread open as she was. His hands rubbed up the back of her thighs and then over her buttocks. His fingers dug into her firm buttocks and yanked them apart until her anus unfurled beneath his strong fingers that pulled them apart. He began to lay his body on her, lowering himself down onto her buttocks as his hand held his prick out. He got on his knees to support himself until he could be fully embraced in her ass hole. His hand began to slide the head of his prick back and forth along her crack, making sure that she felt the pulsating head on her anus and she could feel its girth.

  It felt like a log was pushed between her cheeks. She couldn’t tighten her buttocks; the fixture had her spread too wide. Her anus was rubbed by the hard helmet of his prick, and she felt the overpowering size of it when it pushed against her reluctant anus. Even his three fingers were no comparison to the girth of his prick. She felt his hand slide his prick over her anus, but this time, he stopped and held it there. She could only imagine how it looked, his steely prick as it stood up in the air and poised over her delicate anus. “No, not there, fuck my quim with your manly prick,” she begged.

  “Take it; let me in,” he ordered her as his fingers curled around his shaft to keep it from bending as he slowly began to impale her.

  She couldn’t believe how big he was as he pushed into her tiny hole. The head of his prick was slick, and she couldn’t keep it out as her anal ring slowly spread open from the determined push. It spread wider and wider, stretching her much more than the fingers had done, yet it still sought more. “OOOOWWW!” Her piercing cry rang out in the room when the head of his prick could no longer be kept out. Her anal ring stretched until it felt like it would tear, but then, she felt the relief as the thick helmet of his prick entered her rectum like a giant rock. She could feel it stretch her as it moved uncontrollably as soon as he was inside. Her insides were molded around his prick.

  Ella couldn’t believe that she took his prick in her backside, but Lord Pickard’s prick stood out of her tiny hole. Elizabet must be in sheer agony, yet it was only the head that was inside her. Lord Pickard was long as well as having girth, and he looked determined.

  “Now you got it inside, Elizabet, take the rest of it, and then, I’ll give you a thorough ass fucking.” Lord Pickard’s prick felt like it was in a furnace—hot, tight flesh encased it and her muscles clenched to push him out, but all he felt was the pleasure of the rippling muscles along the head of his prick. He began to push in with his hips as his body slowly began to lay on hers as he fed his prick into her ass. It was difficult, but he suffered with such pleasure. He’d feed her an inch but then pulled out until only the head was nestled in her tight, hot hole. Then, he’d go back to feed it back in to stretch her as he fed another inch before her muscles could stop him. He continued to drive in and out to feed her inch after inch and then rip back out.

  It felt like miles of prick was shoved up her backside. It stretched her in ways that she shouldn’t be stretched. He was relentless, pulling his prick back out, but never letting it escape from her tight hole. The deeper he went, the harder his thrusts were inside her. He took her breath away as he fed five, six inches of hard prick into her bowels. It was just as disconcerting when he withdrew. It felt like her guts were sucked out behind his prick. She had to clench her muscles, a warm, squirmy feeling inside made her fear that she’d have an accident in front of everyone, in spite of the fact that she gave him such pleasure with her tight muscles. He still hadn’t bottomed out in her guts, and she feared he’d destroy her before he was fully embedded in her guts.

  Ella watched as Elizabet’s face contorted in pain each time Lord Pickard thrust deep into her backside. She couldn’t believe that much of his prick could enter her, but it disappeared into her stretched hole. It was surreal to see her tiny, stretched hole run up and down his stout shaft. Ella knew that
Lord Pickard got great pleasure from this act but not Elizabet.

  Lord Pickard’s prick danced in the deep depths of her bowels as he finally bottomed out. He laid his body on hers, his testicles spread between her legs. He made his prick jump inside her to show her the power he had over her. “Are you ready, Elizabet? I’m going to enjoy fucking your ass. Grip my prick and make me cum, or I’ll fuck you all night,” he warned her. He began to draw his long prick out of her ass hole before pushing back in.

  Lady Oates was ready with a surprise for Elizabet. She might not get any pleasure from Lord Pickard’s act of sodomy, but this was sure to bring pleasure to him. She leaned under the fixture as Lord Pickard’s ass began to hump up and down as he took Elizabet in her ass hole. She took the black cloth off it that hid it from Elizabet’s eyes.

  Ella saw Lady Oates fool with something beneath the fixture, torn between watching Lord Pickard shove his prick ruthlessly in and out of Elizabet’s backside and seeing what lay waiting beneath Elizabet. It was some kind of device. It looked like a round barrel on a rod that allowed it to spin. But the barrel was more spokes than anything else. Then, she saw it. On one of the spokes was a small, leather paddle, but it was thick and sturdy. Lady Oates began to turn the handle on the barrel, and it began to turn. It took only a second before the paddle rose up between Elizabet’s legs. It smacked against her quim with a thick slap.

  “OOOWWW!” Elizabet’s body jerked up in surprise, and her inner muscles clenched on Lord Pickard’s prick that rode her hard. He moaned in pleasure as she tightened in pain.

  Lady Oates continued to turn the handle, and as the barrel turned, the paddle moved along the shaft so that the next time it found its target, it had moved to a different spot. But it still shocked Elizabet enough to get a fresh cry from her lips.

  Elizabet couldn’t concentrate. The prick that ripped up and down her guts was hard enough to comprehend, but now, she had something beneath her slapping her quim with such regularity; though it hit different spots, it never deserted her quim. It took pleasure in striking her lips or straight up her slit to attack her soft inner lips like a hive of bees. Each time it did, the pain shot between her legs and she uncontrollably clenched all her inner muscles. She heard Lord Pickard’s cry of pleasure as her tight muscles around his prick. His prick and the paddle were relentless in taking her. She heard something and confirmed it next time the paddle hit her quim. Just before it hit her, she could hear a click as if the paddle was pulled back and released to strike her with such intensity. It made her tense up sooner and tighten on his prick as if she milked it for his pleasure.

  Lord Pickard was in heaven, struggling not to cum too soon, enjoying the way her muscles tightened and clenched onto his prick with such loving care and pleasure. Lady Oates had outdone herself with the paddle, and she was worth every bit he’d paid her.

  Ella watched in amazement. Elizabet cried out when she was taken in such an unlikely place by Lord Pickard’s big prick, but now that the paddle attacked her quim, it was as though she welcomed them both. She cried out now, but it was pleasure that was etched on her face. Prince Michael had grown excited at what took place, and his finger explored her crack. She couldn’t stop him as he touched her anus, and soon, she found herself similarly impaled on a demanding finger, just as Elizabet did at the beginning. It felt strange and uncomfortable as it moved inside her, but it didn’t hurt, not like a prick would.

  “I’m going to cum into that hot, tight ass hole Elizabet. Milk the cum from my prick with your muscles.” Lord Pickard couldn’t wait much longer.

  “Not, not yet, please, no!” Elizabet cried out in despair. “Spin it faster,” she pleaded for her pleasure. It wouldn’t take much more to make her cum on the harsh bite of the leather paddle.

  Lord Pickard struggled not to cum, but the way Elizabet clenched on his prick made it difficult. Luckily, Lady Oates spun the whip faster and Elizabet soon cried out in pleasure as Lord Pickard unleashed his seed in her ass hole with such power. Each time he jetted, her muscles would squeeze tight until he jetted again. He didn’t know whether his cumming started it or her clenching did. He shot inside her four times until his testicles were drained, yet Elizabet took longer to finish. He left his prick in her ass hole until she done and waited for her to squeeze his prick out. When it finally popped out, he was already gaining his hardness back. She’d take him again soon enough, but there were others that wanted the pleasure of her ass hole, in spite of them having to swim in his seed.

  Michael would have to teach Ella to cum under the harsh bite of a whip. “Come, let us find someplace that I can tie you up and have my way with you.”

  She was led off; nervous that Prince Michael would take her as Lord Pickard had taken Elizabet once she was bound. Tonight, she found herself bound to a sturdy wood frame bolted to the wall and the floor. Her arms were drawn high to the top beam and spread wide, bound in leather cuffs. Her feet hung down, unable to touch the floor. Prince Michael had stripped her naked for all to see and then left her but not alone. Men gathered around her instantly, taking their turn with her, Ella was unable to stop them from stroking her. Each man was a gentleman, introducing themselves as if they were at a grand ball, but they soon turned to stroking her body intimately. She knew it was useless to clench her legs tight to stop them, and parted them as fingers stroked her slit and made her grow wet. The first man wouldn’t stop until he made her cum for him, but he was good at what he did, and it didn’t take Ella long before she responded to his caresses. Soon, two fingers pushed inside her as her pleasure button was sought out by his other hand and rubbed so expertly. Not even when he pinched and pulled on it did it dull the pleasure that raced through her body as she came explosively.

  Prince Michael was back and took her down, but he wanted his pleasure now. He placed her sitting on a hard wood table as others gathered around to partake of his pleasure. He spread her legs wide as she leaned back onto her hands. He stood in front of her, his hard prick out as he stroked it.

  “Yes, take me,” she begged him in spite of already having her pleasure. She felt the head of his prick pushed between the lips of her quim. He was eager for his pleasure and thrust inside until three inches of his rock-hard prick filled her. Someone grabbed her hair and curled their fingers into it so she couldn’t escape. She was pushed onto her back just as Prince Michael pushed deeper into her quim with a powerful thrust that took her breath away. He began to fuck her, hard and fast. The hand that held her hair turned her head sideways, and she came face to face with another hard prick that demanded her attention. She didn’t even see the face of the man before her mouth was filled with his prick. Luckily, she obliged him and opened her mouth wide, but it was the tug on her hair that forced her to accommodate him.

  “Suck the head, Ella. Use your tongue and run over it,” he encouraged her.

  At the same time, Prince Michael wanted all of her attention, so she clenched the muscles of her quim to give him all the pleasure she wanted as he began to fuck her vigorously. She tried to keep the prick in her mouth satisfied as her tongue began to lick the leaking juice that she inspired in him.

  “Yes, good, Ella. Now take it deeper,” he encouraged her, but with his hand entwined in her hair, he enforced his demands by pulling her down onto his prick. “Make your lips tight,” he ordered her and moaned in pleasure when her tight lips rippled up and down the shaft of his prick.

  Her mouth and quim were filled with hard, demanding pricks, each sought to shove deeper into her body. She was torn with giving them both pleasure.

  “Your quim nips at my prick and gives me so much pleasure,” Prince Michael cried out as he fully impaled her. He saw her with her mouth filled with another prick as she struggled to contain the length of it without choking.

  “All the way down, Ella. Take all of my prick in your mouth. Give me my pleasure.” Her head moved and her tight lips slowly ran down the shaft until she got almost to the bottom. “Hold it,” he ordered her. She st
opped as his prick danced in her mouth and pushed against the opening of her throat. She gagged, but she never backed off. “Suck again,” he ordered her, but after a few more sucks, he wanted her to take it all again. “All the way down and hold it, Ella.”

  Her mouth began to fill with his leaking cum; the thick crème blanketed her tongue. He never pulled his prick out of her mouth, so she had to swallow or choke to death on it.

  It was as if each man tried to drive her to the brink, seeking their pleasure with her quim and mouth. She found the pleasure in serving any man with a hard prick.

  Chapter 11

  Midnight Visitor

  Her life was a contrast. While with Prince Michael at his castle, he was a gentleman with her for all to see. She walked by his side, her head held high to be with someone as important as him. He introduced her to everyone, and he sought out her advice on matters big and small. They ate intimate meals together and also state dinners where the king was present and all the important people of the realm. She became accepted in royal society.

  They made gentle love at night and in the morning as new lovers did. He was kind, considerate and a wonderful lover that always gave her pleasure. She did the same for him.

  But, then, there were the nights when the Hellfire Club met. It was more frequent than she expected. Those nights, she’d dress in scandalous costumes that displayed her half-naked body. Men would openly caress her in front of Prince Michael, but the women did the same to him.

  It was here that she found her body stripped naked and bound to unforgiving devices that left her spread and available to anyone and anything. Prince Michael taught her to love the whip, relishing in the exquisite pleasure that it brought her when it sought out her intimate body. It was as if he trained her body to seek out pain or pleasure in such places until it no longer mattered which. They all brought about the same results. Ella would cum explosively for any man skilled enough to arouse her to a fever pitch.