Rescuing Cinderella

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. One has already been written and I am sure you can figure out which one.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.

Rescuing Cinderella

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

It had been a long week at work and Hugh went to his horse ranch on Friday evening, but early Saturday morning he went riding in a remote forest he had found. It was very remote and almost no one knew about it and he wasn't going to tell anyone because he didn't want to spoil his only area of solitude. The forest was large but there were a group of houses on the other side. It could be labeled a green zone but it was very large and he really thought of it as more of a forest.

Sometimes he would encounter people from the other side of the forest, but it was rare. During those times he determined that those people were not of his ilk. They dressed strangely and acted as if they owned the forest and everything around them. Hugh had a very large ranch, and he had made lots of money breeding, racing and selling horses. Still, that was not his main source of income, and he had to spend a lot of his time managing his computer consulting firm.

Currently he was having to spend a lot of his time away from the ranch and days like today filled his soul with happiness. He was riding along and stopped next to a stream to let his horse have a drink of water. He glanced downstream and froze with what he saw. A beautiful woman was tied spreadeagle naked lifted up on a massive tree.

She was tied on the front of the tree spread-eagle with her feet about two feet off the ground. Her arms and legs were bound to spikes in the tree via a rope and what looked like leather manacles. Her back was against the rough tree bark while her long strawberry blonde hair was flowing in the breeze around her. Her figure was astonishingly perfect, awesomely sensual and incredibly nude.

Her arms and legs were muscular but at the same time perfectly shaped and very feminine, even though they were stretched taut against the tree. Her torso was willowy, muscular and to Hugh's eyes incredibly sexy and very appealing, but he was still far away. He pulled on the rains and Trigger; his white stallion, quit drinking and began to slowly move upstream and closer to the delicious woman on the tree.

As some of the brush cleared Hugh saw two women at the foot of the tree the beautiful woman was bound to. They were taunting the woman on the tree, hurling insults, as well as eggs and tomatoes at her. Hugh stopped Trigger, watching the crazy ladies torment the beautiful woman tied to the tree. He really couldn't understand what was going on and why this gorgeous young woman was being tormented so. His eyes ogled the woman on the tree and found her sad and embarrassed eyes, watching him.

Her eyes were the brightest blue he had ever seen, and he could see a lovely soul behind her gorgeous eyes. Her eyes seemed to be begging him to save her and get her away from this torment, while the sadness in her eyes and her suffering face called him. He backed Trigger up to stay out of sight of the girl's tormentors but kept the bound woman in his sight. He stared at her and with his eyes caressed her fabulous figure. With her hair flowing behind her back, her stunning doll-like face was offered in startlingly simple beauty. Her face was oval with sharp cheekbones giving her a natural beauty that glowed. Even her eyes darting around the forest in anxious anxiety didn't detract from her regal and elegant splendor.

She was indeed a rare beauty; her skin was flawless with its polished flesh tones containing nary a wrinkle or blemish. Her petite ears, delicate celestial nose and wide bow-shaped lips were perfect on her face, but her large, electric blue eyes completed her doll face. Her eyes truly were the window to her soul revealing her determined, fiery yet fiercely passionate, soul. Once you saw her eyes, they drew you in and he couldn't look away. While her attitude was one of innocence mixed with virtue and purity, her eyes revealed a deep-seeded passion waiting and daring for anyone to be the one that liberated her.

She had the perfect hourglass figure wrapped in an athletic form showing her taut, fit, athletic, and stunningly sexy body. Her hair would occasionally cover her gravity defying breasts with her petulant pink aureoles and nipples peeking through. They were large for her frame, while their perfect shape led to a dramatic slope over her prominent ribs, to a tiny waist and taut abs. Her hips were slim and boyish with a tight muscular butt and at the moment she was arching her back to get her ass away from the harsh bark on the tree.

The arch in her back showed off her perfectly shaped muscular legs and lean muscular arms, but her taut core torso was really the star. Her slim, hardened, chiseled core rose dramatically until it sloped into her defined ribs and made the perfect foil for her full dramatic breasts. She appeared to have worked hard and all that hard work built this sexy body with her sleek muscles defining her gorgeous figure. But her deep-seeded passion went waning because of her circumstances.

She knew the brutal treatment was coming. She accepted it as her lot in life, until the stranger captured her eyes. In the forest she was embarrassed to be treated like a whore in front of him, but in a perverse way she hoped he liked what he saw. She couldn't even remember a time when she had anyone that cared about her and not see her as just a pretty plaything. But she loved being exposed to the stranger and feeling his eyes rake over her exposed flesh.

She felt a thrill at being exposed to him and arched her back, stretching a little taller hoping he would want her. The hotness of his gaze sent shivers through her and for the first time in a long time she felt desire course through her body. Everyone else faded away as she felt his eyes caressing her exposed skin with her body presented to him. She desperately wanted to give herself to him and would do anything to feel the passion conveyed in his gaze.

Hugh felt her sensuous blue eyes begging him to rescue her, to take her away from all this. Her pleading eyes were melting his cold and damaged heart and he watched her face with his eyes watching her eyes watch him. She didn't fight or move but waited to see what was next.

Hugh knew now what he had seen. She was one of those rare natural submissives, and women had latched on to that. They were taking advantage of her subservience and using her to enhance their fun.

As he gazed upon her revealed body, he realized he was wrong. Her breasts weren't beautiful; they were gorgeously spectacular and perfect in every way. They were large, full and defied gravity by sitting high and firm on her chest. They were seemingly begging to be caressed and loved. Her succulent breasts wobbled with the movement of women abusing her with her hard nipples pleading to be saved. Her entire body was on display with her magnificent breasts, taut flat belly, tiny waist, tight hips and ass all exposed for his viewing pleasure.

He noticed her breasts were rising and falling more rapidly, her hips were squirming and her eyes wide with excitement as they bore into his eyes. As she gazed at him ogling her, she inadvertently arched her back thrusting her breasts into more prominence. She wanted him to look and she was getting off on the display. So, she was beautiful, an exhibitionist and a submissive. He had been without a sub for four years, but his last experience ripped his heart in two. It showed that he needed to be careful.

Hugh watched the two women continue to hurl insults about how ugly the girl bound to the tree was and she would never have a man. He believed the reverse was true. The women below the tree were extremely overweight, with their jowly faces turning him off. He bet that all of their insults and throwing tomatoes and eggs at her were their way trying to tear down the bound woman's self-confidence, beauty and her belief in herself.

The women weren't done with the beautiful woman bound to the tree as they approached her and untied her legs from the tree. As she hung in the shape of a cross, they climbed a ladder and cut the bindings on her wrists, causing her to fall into a heap at the base of the tree. The woman that was not on the ladder wrapped a thick rope around the woman wrists and kept wrapping the rope above her elbows. This pulled her shoulders back lifting her breasts into a spectacular display of feminine sexuality.

The tormenter noticed this and slapped the woman's breasts multiple times leaving red handprints on her skin. Hugh watched as the bound woman accepted this abuse without complaint or screams of pain. Obviously, the bound woman was used to this kind of abuse and that in itself made Hugh angry. What he had stumbled on needed to be addressed, but how.

The women walked the bound woman over to the stream and pushed her in shouting, "Clean yourself up so we can go home."

With her arms bound behind her there was very little the woman could do to clean herself. But she immersed herself in the cold stream and thrashed about, trying to get the eggs and tomatoes off her skin. The two tormenters laughed as the woman tried to clean herself but eventually pulled her out of the stream and began to walk her back through the forest away from Hugh and his ranch.

He began to follow at a discrete distance in order to find out where this gorgeous creature lived. While he was following, he was trying to make sense of what he had seen, but in today's world it didn't make sense. They tormenters were treating her like a slave and someone they could use and abuse anyway they wanted.

Hugh also had another problem; the minute he had seen her it had been lust at first sight and he was wildly attracted to the bound woman. The moment he saw her tied to the tree his libido kicked in. He had been a dominate and without a sub for many years. Seeing her bound the way she was, rekindled his desire to have a submissive playmate and she perfectly fit the bill. Not only was she incredibly gorgeous but the way her muscles squirmed under the torment made her even more suggestive and erotic.

He had to know more about her, so he continued to follow until the trio entered a small backyard where an older woman was waiting. She was standing arms akimbo with her face a mask of rage. She began yelling at the two tormentors and he caught pieces of beratement.

"How can she fix dinner like that? He house hasn't been cleaned, I know she is fun to play with, but she has duties to attend."

Hugh watched as the older woman slapped the bound woman, told the two tormenters to untie her and threw a pair of short shorts and a bikini top down the girl screaming, "Get dressed and get my dinner ready."

Hugh's thoughts had been close to correct. The woman was apparently an indentured servant of some type. How a beautiful woman wound up in this position was still a mystery and one he decided to uncover. He rode around the house to the street, jotted down the houses address and then began his ride back through the woods to his home. Once he got there, he was going to do some research before trying to confront them.

That night the bound woman haunted him. He wanted to see that spectacular body twisting and writhing in passion, not torment. He wanted to see her gorgeous blue eyes swimming in passions desire and watch as those eyes became lost in orgasmic pleasure. Something about her eyes told him she had never had a real man give pleasure beyond her comprehension and he wanted to be that man.

In his dreams she would be the perfect submissive, with an incredibly beautiful figure, but it was the way she squirmed on the tree that made her the most sensual woman he had seen in a long time. He fantasized about her being teased and brought to orgasm over and over. All those muscles rippling in delirium made him want her all the more.