Once upon a time, in a tiny kingdom nestled between tall European mountains lived a widowed gentleman with his daughter Cinderella. Despite his grief over the loss of his loved one, the gentlemen was worried that his daughter needed the care of a mother, so he remarried a women with two of her own daughters, named Anastasia and Drizella.
However, the gentleman was overcome with grief, and struggled to live much longer without the woman he truly loved. On the 19th birthday of fair maiden Cinderella, her father was buried alongside her mother, leaving Cinderella with just her new step-sisters and step-mother. The step-mother, feeling no direct love for the girl and becoming jealous of her unmatched beauty, would lavish her attention on her own daughters, spending the fortune left by the gentleman on lavish gifts for her daughters, and nothing for Cinderella.
With the entire step-family focused on relaxation and self-served enjoyment, their house soon began to fall into disarray, leaving Cinderella with no option but to try and keep the house in order. The step-mother loved Cinderella's plan, going so far as to give her additional chores, force her to live in the high tower, and dub her the household's servant.
"A servant such as you has no need for such extravagant gowns and outfits!" cried the step-mother, as she distributed Cinderella's former wardrobe to her step-sisters.
"Servants require no more than the tools for their chores and perhaps a rag upon their shoulders!" laughed Drizella, admiring the pearl necklace she pinched from Cinderella's belongings.
And so, Cinderella's days were nothing but work. Scrub the floor, sweep the stairs, prepare meals for her step-family, wash the cat, and so on. All the while dreaming of a better life to come. One day, while working hard at one of her many tasks that day, Cinderella was distracted at the fantasy of her future life, one where she was happy and healthy, the kind of life her father would have dreamed for her, and she accidently broke Drizella's pearl necklace. It was really Cinderella's, at least, until it was taken from her.
When Drizella saw the many pearls scattered about her floor, she became very upset and dragged poor Cinderella up to the step-mother's bedroom, demanding recompense.
"Well, if you have no respect for clothing, then you no longer deserve to have any." Declared the step-mother, who stood up.
"I shall take care of the rest of your wardrobe, Anastasia, Drizella, make sure Cinderella complies." And as the step-mother began to ascend the stairs to Cinderella's bedroom, key in hand, the step-sisters descended upon Cinderella.
Anastasia held Cinderella in place as Drizella picked up the scissors on the step-mother's bedside table.
"Don't worry deary, I honestly didn't think you looked good in this rag anyway." Laughed Drizella as she cut Cinderella's plain white cloth dress in half, from her neck down to the bottom by her ankles. Exposing Cinderella's front half, her pale round breasts noticeably jiggle as Cinderella struggles, while her small pink nipples harden as nothing protects them from the chilly open air. Cinderella's platinum blonde pubic hair does nothing to hide her pussy, fully exposed, fully vulnerable.
"I think little Cindy here needs a bath!" Declared Anastasia as Drizella walked away with what used to be Cinderella's dress.
"Go ahead. When you're done make sure she picks up the mess she made in my room before continuing her chores." Called Drizella. Anastasia kept her grip on Cinderella tight while they walked toward the bathroom.
"Don't worry, Cindy, I'll make sure you get all nice and clean." Laughed Anastasia.
Meanwhile, in the kingdom's castle, the King was having an argument with the Grand Duke. The King was coming along in years, and wished to secure his son a wife and the potential of a child before he died. The Grand Duke tried to argue that the Prince's war efforts were crucial for the success of their kingdom but the King would have none of it. He insisted that when his son returned home that week they would hold a grand ball.
"And if my son hasn't chosen a woman of his liking by the end of the night, I shall do so myself. Duke! Send the invitations, any household with a girl of marriageable age shall attend my ball! Make sure the entire kingdom has been notified before nightfall!"
Back at Cinderella's home, Anastasia continued to bathe Cinderella.
"You know, Cindy, we all know you're very pretty, in fact, that's the problem. You're TOO pretty. If we let you prance around in your gorgeous gowns, Mother is worried that Drizella and I will never get the attention of a nice, rich man who can take care of us for the rest of our days. I mean, how can we compete with a set of breasts like these," Anastasia roughly grabbed Cinderella's breasts, one in each hand, hashly pinched her nipples, "We don't possibly compare, or your buttocks," Anastasia flipped Cinderella over, face down in the water, and gave Cinderella a hearty smack across the backside, "Listen to that sound. No, we can't let you distract any potential husbands from falling in love with who's really important, us. You'll continue to be our little servant, our plaything, until the end of your days. In fact-"
Anastasia's likely vicious idea was interrupted by a sharp knock on the front door, echoing throughout the halls.
"Huh, a messenger." Anastasia paused for a moment, then a wild grin grew on her face. "Cindy dear, why don't you greet our visitor? After all, it wouldn't be right for a lady of the house such as myself to open the door directly." Cinderella begged for clothing but Anastasia hurried her along,
"Don't leave the man at the door waiting, or he might leave, believing us to be at the market." So Cinderella stepped out of the bath and meekly walked up to the door, pulling the thick oak door open with all her strength.
"Good evening madam, I have a royal invitation from the-" the man froze as he saw this girl standing before him bare. Cinderella covered her face in shame while the messenger looked up and down, examining her features. Her rounded breasts stood at attention in the evening air, and her quivering legs only made her sex stand out even more.
"I- i- th- the- Prince." The man stuttered out. The step-mother came over, snatching the letter from the messenger's hands.
"Spit it out, what is this for?" Asked the step-mother.
"I- it's a ball, to find a romantic companion for the Prince, I'm told every eligible maiden is required to- to attend." The man said with a bit more composure as he focused on the horrid face of the step-mother.
"I see." Said the step-mother as she shut the door in the messenger's face. Despite hearing a thud as the door shut, the messenger was not given a bloody nose, it is speculated that this is due to blood rushing elsewhere when during his interaction with Cinderella and her step-mother.
Cinderella, despite her humiliation, was ecstatic, she was to go to the ball. She had to, it was required!
"Oh silly girl, you're no maiden," replied the step-mother when Cinderella asked what she was to wear to the ball, "You're just a naked, poor, servant girl who hasn't finished her chores yet."
"Though it would be quite fun to bring her along," suggested Drizella, "she could fetch us our drinks and we could mock her exposed form together. Besides, we can't leave her here all alone, who knows what she could do!"
"I appreciate the creativity," said the step-mother, "but remember, we're going to impress the Prince, bringing along a nude servant girl doesn't help the image of civility we want to have at the ball. However, you're right, we can't leave the girl here alone, but don't worry, I have an idea." The step-mother laughed as she walked off, "Ready your gowns, girls, we only have a few short days to prepare."
The next few days were the worst Cinderella had ever experienced. She spent all day worked, now nude, the step-mother had locked her room, forcing her to sleep on the floor by the fire, and all throughout the day her step-sisters would torment her, mocking her, loudly bragging about the upcoming ball, and slapping her bottom as she scrubbed the floor on all fours.
A few hours before the ball began the step-mother interrupted Cinderella, who was sweeping the stairs, "It's time you start the chore you'll do while we enjoy ourselves at the ball." The step-mother grabbed Cinderella's arm and walked her outside, to the front garden. A few feet from the road was a wooden pole and torch planted in the ground.
"You are to watch for robbers," said the step-mother as she tied Cinderella's hands behind her back and to the pole.
