"Fuck me," Betty demanded. "You know I can't sleep without a proper orgasm, so get your lazy ass over here and fuck me now!"
Elaine bowed her head and went directly to the cupboard where the strap-on dildo was kept.
"And when you're done with her," Susan said from across the huge bedroom the two sisters shared, "you can do the same for me. And then I suggest you see if Mother wants anything, and I'm sure she will."
Elaine placed the velvet sack the strap-on was tenderly stored in gently on a side table and mechanically took her clothes off. For her there was nothing sexual about what she was being ordered to do. It was just another chore to her. Fortunately, it wasn't a nightly routine but a frequent one, and not even the worst of the treatment she received from her inherited family.
Life had not always been so cruel to her. Once she lived in the same great house happily with her mother and father. Then, when she was twelve, her mother passed away. The next year her father remarried, choosing a widow with two daughters of her own, and they all came to live together as a family.
But Elaine's stepmother and stepsisters were mean to her, and she tired of complaining to her father because he loved this woman so much that he couldn't see what was happening to his own daughter.
And then he died as well, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and poor Elaine's life turned upside down almost overnight.
Besides being suddenly presented with responsability for her step-family's sexual gratification, she was given all the chores about the house, because her stepmother said her own daughters were too well-bred for menial things. Elaine wound up doing all the cooking and the sewing, and all the laundry and cleaning as well. Her last chore of every night was cleaning the fireplace in the great room downstairs after the rest had gone to bed. She was often so tired by then that as soon as she was finished she curled up on the still-warm hearth and slept there, still covered in ashes and cinder.
Long ago her father had taken to calling her Ella, short for Elaine, and now her cruel step-family crowned her Cinderella because of how they usually found her in the morning, still covered in soot from the previous night's labors.
Naked, Elaine attached the dildo to her hips and walked to Betty's bed, where Betty waited with her nightgown bundled up at her neck and with her legs obscenely spread. A wild patch of dark matted hair surrounded her sex, and as Elaine approached her Betty lathered on a glob of lard stolen from the kitchen as a lubricant.
"You look completely like a man, now," Betty told Elaine as she climbed upon the bed. "That cock goes well with your chest." And she and her sister across the room laughed nastily at Elaine's expense.
Elaine, like her mother, had a very small chest. If not for her prominent nipples and her angelic face she could have passed for a boy easily. But she was thin and shapely in her hips, and had long fine yellow hair and just a hint of gold down above her sex and was unmistakably the loveliest of the three girls. Her two step sisters had sagging, pendulous breasts, and bellies to go with them, and Elaine often told herself that if that was what the state of femininity had become then she was better off looking the way she did.
"Just do it and get it over with," Betty ordered Elaine as she knelt between Betty's legs. "So I can get some sleep and don't have to look at you any longer."
Elaine slid the dildo inside her step sister and immediately pumped her hips while Betty lay back like a dead fish and bit her lower lip, her eyes clamped shut and her face scrunched up as if she were in great pain. Elaine fucked her as fast as she could and when done with her went to the bed across the room and fucked Susan as well.
"Now, go service our mother," they told her as she left.
Elaine grabbed her clothes where she had dropped them and walked to her step mother's bedroom naked and still wearing the dildo. She was exhausted and didn't think her legs would carry her that far, but they did, and when she walked into her stepmother's room there the elder woman stood, naked, admiring herself in the mirror.
Elaine didn't think skin could wrinkle so much and not just fall apart. The old woman looked like a candle that had begun to melt.
"Take that damned thing off," she commanded as soon as Elaine came in the room. "You think I want that inside me after it's been cave-swelling in my daughters?"
Elaine took the dildo off and thought for a while she would be spared having to pleasure her stepmother, but the older woman climbed on her bed and told Elaine to eat her.
"You already look like a boy," the woman told her, "you might as well fuck like one."
When Elaine was done licking her step-mother into a gloriously loud climax, she put her clothes on and walked slowly outside to the well by the garden where she drew a large cup of fresh water to rinse the taste of her step mother's aged cunt from her mouth. Tears coursed down her face as she washed the grease and stink off the dildo, and she stared at the sparkling stars, wondering if heaven was really up there and if so, could her father see what had become of her? How could he have left her like this?
Crying, she went back inside to sleep among the cinders again.
She didn't see a star in the middle of the night sky brighten as she wept, and how it lowered quickly and vanished down the well as she went into the house.
******
A few days later, a notice was delivered to the house by a royal messenger. It announced the coming of a royal ball to be held at the palace, and that all the unmarried maidens of the kingdom were invited. It was time for Prince Stephan to choose a bride, and whoever he chose would some day be queen of all the lands.
Betty, Susan, and their mother were so very excited by the news. They immediately sent Cinderella to town to buy cloth and thread and set her the task of making beautiful gowns for the two girls. Her stepmother would stop at nothing to marry one of her daughters to the prince.
"What about me?" Elaine asked. "The invitation is to all the unmarried maidens."
Her query was met with the harshest of derisive laughter.
"Even if you went," her step mother told her when she could speak again, "covered in cinders and ashes, one look at that boyish chest of yours and he might want to adopt you as a son some day but would hardly want you for a bride!"
And so Elaine spent the next few days making beautiful gowns for her two stepsisters, along with all her other chores as well. When the night of the ball came she was just as glad she wasn't going because she was far too exhausted for anything beyond sleep.
The carriage taking her stepmother and two stepsisters rolled away toward the castle, which sat high on a hill and was lit up for the gala like a spring sunrise. Elaine stood by the garden well and watched the carriage shrink in the distance, and she sighed and said, "Oh, how I wish I were going, too! Just this once, how I wish I could be included in something better than the life I now live."
A light began to glow inside the well, and Elaine stepped back in astonishment as what looked like a star fallen from heaven rose out of the well, shimmered, and became a beautiful old woman in a shiny gown, holding a golden wand.
"Who are you?" Elaine asked.
"I am your fairy godmother," the woman told her with a kind smile. "Your father sent me to watch over you, and I have suffered every day with you, waiting for you to ask for help. You never did. You came close a few days ago when you were crying here by the well, and that allowed me to get this far. But now that you have asked for something specific I am here to grant your wish."
Elaine looked down at her tattered, cinder-covered clothes. "I want so badly to go to the ball, but I can't go looking like this, and there's no material left to make anything for me."
The fairy godmother waved her wand, and in an instant Elaine was clothed in the finest, softest gown she had ever seen.
