Once upon a time, there was a king who lost his wife and was left alone with their little daughter, the princess. The king mourned his wife deeply for many years, but finally moved on with his life and marries another woman, a widow with two daughters, both a few years older than the king's own daughter. Unfortunately, the king grew very sick shortly after the wedding, and died within a week. The little princess, whose name was Sinderella, was left in the custody of her stepmother, the new queen. Little Sinderella soon learned to hate this, as her stepmother and stepsisters were very mean to her and treated her more like a slave than a family member.
Sinderella had to run all the errands and do all the chores in the castle, while her stepsisters practised putting on make-up and playing dress-up in their mother's dresses. Sinderella's stepmother divided her time between ordering Sinderella around, and withdrawing to her boudoir with the handsome men who came to visit her every day. Whenever Sinderella saw her mother put on her black leather corset with matching thigh-high boots, she knew that her stepmother was expecting a visitor, and that meant that Sinderella could run up to the attic and have a few hours peace and quiet, all by herself. She spent many, many nights up in the attic, rummaging through old coffins full of the most beautiful dresses, that had once belonged to her mother, but now they were put away up here, in the attic, where they were forgotten by everyone but Sinderella.
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The years went by, and little Sinderella grew up to be a beautiful woman, with a strong, toned body, long, blond hair, and an amazing stamina that let her go on and on and on, like an Energizer bunny. But even though she was 18, she was still a virgin, because her stepmother always kept her inside the house, safely tucked away in the kitchen or up in the attic, so that none of the men her stepmother was seeing would see Sinderella and choose her over her aging stepmother. Sinderella was innocent and inexperienced when it came to men, and she would surely have died as an old maid if it hadn't been for the handsome prince that lived in the country right next to theirs.
One morning, when the dysfunctional family was having breakfast, the Stepmother opened a letter marked with a big, golden crown, and her wrinkled face lit up.
"Girls, listen to this!" she exclaimed. "The prince is looking for his future bride, and he's hosting an exclusive ball at his castle tomorrow night, to get to know all the girls around here! This is EXCELLENT news! Imagine if he'd choose to marry one of you!"
Her two daughters, who were fat from all the candy they ate all day long, looked up from their plates.
"But mother, we don't WANT to marry a prince," said the first one.
"Does he have a sister?" said the other.
"What am I hearing?" said the Stepmother.
"We don't like princes," said the first daughter.
"Only princesses," said the second.
They looked at each other and giggled.
"I don't care what kind of hanky-panky you two do when you're alone," said the Stepmother coolly. "But you WILL go to the ball, and you WILL do your very best to attract the prince and make him marry one of you. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes, mother!" said her daughters.
"Can I go to the ball, too?" said Sinderella.
