Cinderella was a beautiful young woman. You couldn't always tell, her hair often in a messy bun, her face and clothes dirty from cleaning and cooking all day. She once lived a happy life with her father in his estate, but that all changed when he remarried.
Her step mother was a cruel woman and Cinderella knew she only married her father for his money. But he couldn't see it, blinded by loneliness and lust. It wasn't long into their marriage that he fell ill and died. She suspected poison, but had no prove and could do nothing to prevent his new wife from inheriting everything.
As cruel as she was, it was nothing compared to her two sons. Her two, older step brothers. They were merciless. While her father was alive, they were only mean to her verbally. But that all changed when her father died, not long after her 18th birthday.
Cinderella was cleaning the sitting room when her eldest sibling came stomping down the steps. Like his brother, he was a mama's boy and apparently had no desire to leave his mother's house. He came into the room she was cleaning in and laughed. "Look at you, getting your clothes all dusty. That just won't do."
The boots were loud on the wooden floors and she turned to face him, worried what he would do. She was taken off guard when he tore her apron. She let out a cry as he kept ripping away her clothes, trying to push him away. All the noise brought the rest of the family down stairs.
By the time his mother and brother came down, Cinderella stood in the sitting room naked, still clutching the feather duster. The eldest, Bruce took a step back and smiled. "There, now you won't get any more clothes dirty. My mother spends her hard earned money to clothe you, you should be more respectful."
Cinderella's horrified gaze shifted to her step mother, Miranda, wondering what she would say. Her stomach turned when all she did was laugh. "Bruce, go wash your hands. Can't be dirty for our trip later." She walked past her son, looking Cinderella over. "Get back to work."
Bruce's younger brother, Jack, stood next to his brother. "She should always walk around like this." Cinderella looked at the two. They looked so similar they could be twins. Tall, broad, and a soft around the middle. They weren't knight material, but if they wanted something from her, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
"You heard our mother, back to work girl." Bruce waved his hand at her and smiled. She knew that she had to do what she was told, the punishment always worse than the task itself. Her arms fell from her small breasts and turned back to her dusting. The brothers watched, both staring as her tight little ass.
A loud squeak left her lips when Bruce walked up behind her and gripped her breasts from behind. She could feel something hard pressing against her ass through his pants. "Now that dear Daddy is gone and you're all grown up, your role in this house will be changing."
Miranda strode back into the room, looking at what was going on. "Bruce, leave her be, we must go. We need to go get you two suits for the ball. The princess is being married off soon and one of you two idiots will woo her at the party."
When her boys left the room she walked over to the naked Cinderella. "Be sure to throw away those torn up rags you call clothes. I won't be buying you more. Maybe you'll learn to be less careless with what I provide." She walked outside after her boys, her large dress barely fitting through the door.
While outside, throwing out the garbage from the house, she was approached by a small, old woman. "Child, why are you outside with no clothes." She covered her small chest with an arm and looked at the woman. In a moment of weakness, she spilled the entire story, telling this stranger about her problems and the hatred her family showed her.
