Cinderella: Bound for the Prince

by Powerone

  It didn’t take too long until both of them sought their pleasure from her. Ella’s mouth was filled with Straparola’s prick and his leaking juices and he grew too big and excited as the head of his prick began to beat at the entrance of her throat. She gagged, but that only inspired his lust, and she soon felt the head of his prick breach her throat as she coughed and gagged as she was forced to swallow it. She struggled to breathe through her nose. Prince Michael began to take her backside with the full measure of his prick, driving it deep into her guts until her stomach cramped around his prick, but her painful contractions only gave her greater pleasure as they rippled over his prick.

  The room was filled with Ella’s groans and the men’s moans as they continued to ride her for their pleasure. Since they had cum once, she had to endure harder and more sustained thrusts inside her. She tried to do everything to give them their pleasure. She tightened her ass muscles on Prince Michael’s prick as he rode her hard and deep. Her tongue worked over Straparola’s prick when he finally pulled from her throat, but her lips were continually breached as he rocked her head up and down to give him all the pleasure he wanted.

  This time, there would be no pleasure for Ella. It was as if both of the men conspired to cum in her at the same time. She gulped and choked as Straparola’s prick shot to the back of her mouth and she was forced to swallow his seed or choke to death. Her backside was bathed once again by powerful jets of hot crème that filled her. Even as they finished cumming in her, neither man pulled his prick out. Straparola’s prick lay in her mouth, losing its hardness once again, but he made Ella lick every drop of his seed from it. Prince Michael was too happy to be in her hot, tight ass, so the only way to get him out was to squeeze her muscles. It was a strange sensation she felt, his slick, softening prick push out until it popped out with a start and then a flood of his seed followed it. They were finally finished with her. Straparola left with a puff of smoke. She cleaned up, and when she came back to bed, Prince Michael was already asleep.

  Chapter 12

  The Future

  True to his word, Lord Storr married Mary in a celebration that brought all from the realm to it. Mary wore a white wedding dress that outlined her shapely figure, though she wasn’t a virgin. Lord Storr was handsome in his finest whites. His prick was etched in the front of his trousers for all to see.

  The church was filled as Lady Browning looked from behind the curtain. Mary stood next to her along with Elizabet. “Yes, Prince Michael is there in the front row. He’s with Ella, and he’s been with her since he met her.”

  “Have you heard from Cinderella?” Mary almost forgot about her. Their house was sold and she was gone.

  “No, but it doesn’t make any difference. I’m sure she’s in someone’s kitchen cooking and cleaning their chamber pots. She was good at that.” Lady Browning cared little what happened to her. Lady Browning got what she wanted, at least almost. She still had to contend with Lord Edward Storr, Hubert’s father for money. But, she found that wasn’t all bad. There was the pleasure of a stout prick between her legs in spite of his age.

  Ella smiled as she saw Mary take the hand of Lord Storr in matrimony, a man twice her age, but like her mother, she settled for money, giving up her young body to him for a life of leisure, though Ella knew that Lord Storr would make sure that she was at the Hellfire Club often to serve the other members.

  Elizabet was her bridesmaid, but she always had Lady Oates next to her. Lady Oates provided many wealthy men their pleasure with Elizabet in any manner that they desired, but Ella knew that she’d also allow other women to have Elizabet. Lady Browning watched her daughter marry, but it was the elder Lord Storr that got his pleasure from her if what Ella heard was correct. She, too, like her daughter had to give her body to a man much senior to her for the life of leisure she wanted to possess.

  The reception was a festive event with the finest food and drink along with lively music. Everyone complimented that it was a fine celebration. The happy couple left for their honeymoon as the party began to die down. Many people left shortly after they did, but most didn’t know that the honeymoon they were about to partake of was held at the Hellfire Club and the members all wanted to take part. It was to be a special occasion, both mother and her two daughters would provide the necessary entertainment to the members.

  “We don’t have to go to the Hellfire Club unless you want to, Ella?” Prince Michael would just as much take her home and have his way with her.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I hear it will be pure debauchery, the whole family will be offered up in the most degrading acts.” Ella had paid for her revenge; she wanted to see it all. She knew what they would do to Lady Browning and her daughters.”

  “I thought you might. Let’s go so we can see it all.”

  * * * *

  There had to be over forty people there, men and women alike. In the center of the largest room, they waited patiently for Lady Browning, Elizabet and the new Lady Mary Storr.

  Elizabet was led out first by Lady Oates with a leash around Elizabet’s neck to guide her. She was clad only in a tight corset, cinched so that her breasts were pushed up so high they almost escaped from the top. Her waist was drawn in so tight, but it pushed out her plump bottom. Under Lady Oates, Elizabet had lost a lot of weight. She didn’t need the tight lacing any longer to control her figure, but Elizabet found pleasure in it so it continued.

  Elizabet was led to a long bench. She sat on the lower end of it. The back of the bench was reclined so that once Elizabet was seated correctly; she’d be able to see everything that happened between her legs. First, her head was collared along her forehead and also her throat so she couldn’t move it the slightest bit. Her arms were thrust over her head and tied to a post. It pushed her breasts up proudly, and they began to spill from the corset. Her legs were put into another channel of wood that ran along the bench but stopped halfway down where her feet were bound with her knees bent. Straps ran around her knees and pulled beneath the bench, forcing her legs to bow out obscenely. Her corset could barely cover her quim with her crotch opened so wide.

  “Hold still,” she teased her as she took a knife to Elizabet’s corset, even though she was bound so tight it was impossible for her to move. She made short work of stripping her naked for all to see. She had a surprise for Elizabet. She had a thick wooden dowel with a strap tied to the end. Before Elizabet could muster a word of protest, Lady Oates shoved it rudely between her lips and pulled the strap behind her head and tied the other end through the small ring on the other side of her mouth. It was bound tight, so it cut her lips deep, her mouth opened wide as drool ran out. The dowel was thick, so it filled and stretched her. There would only be muffled cries from her lips.

  Lady Oates adjusted the bench, pushing it back until Elizabet’s crotch rose up and she was spread from quim to anus for all to see. Both holes beckoned to all that stared.

  Elizabet was excited as soon as she was bound and spread. She couldn’t wait to feel a hard prick take her once again. She cared little which hole or both that the prick would ravage.

  Lady Oates had a surprise for Elizabet this time. Out walked a lady but nothing like anyone Elizabet had ever seen. She only wore a corset, but it was made special for her. Her breasts were naked and pushed up by the corset until her nipples stood out hard and erect, but it was what lay between her legs that were so unusual. Attached around her waist and crotch was an intricately carved dildo. It was a three prong dildo. One prong was swallowed up in her quim and would give her pleasure as she took Elizabet. It was made of ivory and sculptured with such care and realism. It had to be over eight inches with a corona shaped like a helmet detailed down to the sharp ridge that rimmed it. There was even a hole etched in the very tip. The shaft was carved with wrinkles of skin, thick veins and bumps all along it, and beneath the shaft were two wrinkled testicles carved with real hairs coming out of them. But that wasn’t all of it. The third prong was considerably thinner
and longer by at least an inch and resembled the horn of a rhino. It would gore into its victim, but it was built for Elizabet’s ass hole.

  “Lady Gower, she is all yours.” Lady Oates stepped aside and saw the shocked look in Elizabet’s eyes. Lady Gower was much older, but her dildo knew no age, only its hardness.

  Elizabet could only watch as Lady Gower ran her hands across her naked body, but her eyes were continually drawn to the duel dildo that protruded out so proudly. It was long and thick. It would take her without regard, forcing her to spread open and accept its thickness. Not only would her quim be violated, but her anus also would be forced to accommodate the slimmer dildo. Both would drive in deep and take possession of her. In spite of her fear, her body responded to the hands that stroked her. Lady Oates had taught her that another woman knew her body better and could pleasure her like no man could. She was correct as her quim grew wet as the fingers rubbed her so erotically. She sought out her pleasure button, trapped it with her fingers and then rode the very tip back and forth with such a pleasing touch.

  Ella never saw anything like this before. She stroked Elizabet, and from the look in Elizabet’s eyes, she did it well. Elizabet trembled in the tight bondage, and she grew wet. But there was still fear in her eyes as Lady Gower went between Elizabet’s legs. It took a bit, but soon, the smooth dildos found their targets.

  Elizabet couldn’t move as she felt the thrilling touch of the twin objects on her exposed holes. She felt the pressure but could do nothing as the smooth, lubricated instruments began to slide to the hilt inside her. Elizabet, bound hand and foot, accepted the fate of being taken by a woman in two holes at once. There was no doubt it was painful, stretched wide around the twin prongs, but it was far less agonizing pain than she expected. She’d already taken a prick in her ass hole, but this was still harder and shoved in deeper with the initial thrust. It brought Elizabet a bizarre sensation as her two holes were penetrated so deep and full. Lady Gower began to fuck her with the savagery of a man. Yet, it was pleasure that she felt, bound with both of her holes filled. She began to fuck back, squeezing the dildos as if she could make them cum. She couldn’t tell which one of the prongs gave her more pleasure, the one in her quim or the long, thin prong that sliced up her ass hole.

  Ella was enthralled at the way Elizabet fucked back the two fake pricks. She no longer cared that they weren’t flesh. Hard and demanding was enough for her. Lady Gower used her for over ten minutes, never slowing down as Elizabet rode the twin prongs.

  Elizabet’s body exploded when she came, not sure how or why, but the twin prongs took her in just the right way. She couldn’t believe that she got pleasure from another woman, especially one that sported twin dildos. Everyone watched in amazement as her body shuddered and shook in the tight bondage and her juices flowed freely over the ivory dildo that split her quim.

  Prince Michael knew that the next part was what Ella would relish more. They brought out two large wooden benches with pillories in the front. They were put together, face to face. He saw the smile on Ella’s face when Mary and Lady Browning were brought out by father and son.

  Mary stood next to her mother as Hubert began to undress her for all to see her naked on her wedding day as his father, Edward, did the same to her mother. She knew that the father took his pleasure from her mother, though she didn’t care to see it. They both did what they had to in order to survive in the manner they grew accustom to. Mary hated that Prince Michael and Ella sat in the front row to see their shame. She refused to look at the devices they brought in, knowing that they’d be bound to them and left defenseless to their fate. The unknown was what she feared. She would’ve never guessed what was done to Elizabet, the men and women of the Hellfire Club knew no boundaries of debauchery.

  It didn’t take long before she stood naked next to her mother. Hubert and Edward stroked their bodies and made them spread their legs for all to see as they pulled back the wings of their quims to show their growing wetness. But the most shameful was when they had to turn their backs to the crowd with their legs spread and then forced to pull apart the cheeks of their backside until all was exposed. They had to hold that position so all could clearly see the way their anal rings revolted. Their muscles clenched and unclenched lewdly.

  It was now time to secure them. The women’s bodies were placed on the wooden devices. The length of the devices held a single board, but it stood up on its end. The edge of it was chiseled so that it wasn’t smooth. It had ridges, dents and ripples all along it. As each woman was placed on the device, their legs were pulled over each side and as they were lowered onto the ridge, the men made sure that the lips of their quims were pulled back around the ridge. The hard, wood ridge made contact with the soft, inner lips of their quims. Their heads were quickly secured in the pillory as well as their arms until they couldn’t move. Then, the men secured their legs, their knees bent and drawn back so that their asses were thrust up. The wooden ridge was raised up to make contact with their quims once again; this time, it pressed painfully into their sex.

  Mary found her quim split up the middle, and the slightest movement on the thick ridge between her legs rubbed her quim harshly. It felt like there were splinters in the wood that drove through the soft flesh of her inner lips. Her ass was thrust up prominently, and she feared that was where she’d be taken. She stared at her mother in front of her, bound in the same position, her face etched with pain.

  Lady Browning had never been abused in such a manner as this before. Her quim felt like it was torn. She tried to shift her weight, but it only added to her misery. With the spread of her legs and the thrust of her ass, she was pushed up to be taken from behind. She faced her daughter, and she was in a similar strait.

  Hubert and Edward quickly stripped off their clothes, eager to have their pleasure. They each picked up three-strand whips. The strands were only a couple of inches long, but the leather was thick. It would strike with a nice bite without truly damaging the flesh for more than a couple of days.

  Hubert walked near Mary’s head. “It’s time for the last dance of the day, Mary.” He lashed out with the whip to strike her on one naked buttock with a resounding slap that rang out in the room. It was followed by another, as if it was an echo, as his father, Edward, had slapped Lady Browning’s buttocks with the same attention.

  “OOOWW,” Mary cried out, her body jerked, but it was her quim that took the brunt of the anguish. It rubbed up and down the ridge with such ferocity. Hubert hadn’t tied her, so she couldn’t move; in fact, it was the opposite. He wanted to drive her body back and forth across the unforgiving ridge as he whipped her.

  Ella almost cried out in laughter as she saw the way the two men worked them over with the whips. No part of their bodies was immune, though she could tell that they didn’t put much strength behind each blow. It was more to shock the women into moving on the ridge. Their breasts hung down and made it convenient for the whip to come up from below and find their nipples. They slapped them back and forth until they swelled up, Ella not sure if in pleasure or pain or both.

  The cracks of their asses were attacked with the whips. Each time the women jerked and moved on the ridge, their cheeks would unfurl and leave the tiny brown hole defenseless. The men waited for this opportune time to slap the hole with the whip. The startled cries of the women only inspired the men to work the tiny holes over until they swelled up and turned a pretty pink, all while the women danced on the ridge. But it was Hubert that noticed the ridge was now stained between their legs, and it wasn’t blood. They might cry out, but their quims stained the wood with their juices.

  Mary feared that she would cum and be shamed in front of her mother. She couldn’t understand how her body reacted this way. Had my husband taught me to love pain as much as pleasure? She was once an innocent virgin, but he stripped her naked for all to see and made her suck the pricks of any man that wanted her. Her virginity was taken by her husband, but other men came inside her. Now, she feared wh
at was next. There was only one hole that never housed a man’s prick.

  Lady Browning couldn’t take her eyes off Edward’s prick. How did he get so hard at his age? He wielded the whip with such skill, and it aroused her body to a fever pitch. Her pleasure could only be brought about by rubbing her quim on the hard and unforgiving ridge, but that was what she did. Her juices soaked it.

  Mary and her mother knew it was time when the men took the whip handles and coated them liberally with oil. They lost sight of the one behind each one, but they could see the one behind the other. Mary saw the whip moved down behind her mother until she felt it on her anus. It was hard and demanding, and the slick oil made it impervious to her clenching anus. She felt her anal ring begin to flourish open as the hard leather handle began to pass through her tight hole. The handle wasn’t smooth but had leather laces run around it and rubbed her tiny, whipped hole as it began to push in. She felt it slowly move inside her rectum and then fingers twisted the handle so she’d feel the very rough edge of the laces. It began to move in and out, but it never exited, as her anal ring clutched it possessively. It went in deeper, and she felt it begin to fuck her ass. She knew it would be replaced with something much bigger soon enough. The whip handle, while rough, wasn’t very formidable, not like Hubert’s prick. She’d have to stretch wide to take the girth inside, but she feared the length just as much. Yet, she had no choice and neither did her mother. She saw the anguished look on her face as she suffered a similar fate. Their destiny was to be sodomized by father and son for all to see.

  The whip handles were rudely pulled out of their asses, and the men stood in front of them and offered up their pricks to their open mouths. “Get it wet. You’ll get it up your ass, so you want to make sure my prick is as wet as possible.” Both men’s voices echoed those words.