By today's standards, the potion would be best described as a blend between a very potent versions of Viagra, Ecstasy and a mild form of Ruffies. Lady Tremaine thought that if she could serve the mixture to the prince it would be enough to disorient him. Drizella would then lead him in a side room, strip him and rape him and voila! They would then be found out and be caught by all the subjects in attendance. The scandal would lead to the fastest wedding in the history of this venerable nation. Lady Tremaine and her daughters would become Royalty.
Oliver, Molly and Cinderella had been out on the terrace for an indecent amount of time. Prince Oliver gently lifted the exhausted Cinderella off of Molly's shoulders. He set her down on very wobbly legs. His fingers were still inserted in the soggy, lubricated intimate parts of her being. Without that intimate grip, her shaky legs would not be strong enough to carry her.
If Oliver wanted to pursue Cinderella's trials, he would have to be careful to show his face in the ballroom at regular intervals during the course of the evening. He reasoned that Cinderella needed some time to recover anyway. By his count, within the last hour and a half she had already cum six or seven times. There was the one during their first kiss, then the orgasm on the dance floor, and then at least four others on the terrace. Cinderella was showing signs of being multi-orgasmic and that pleased him greatly. Yes, the young virgin needed a few minutes to recuperate before moving on to the next labor of kinky love that he had planned for her.
Oliver, still aided by Cinderella's cape, had kept his hand hidden in her dress. He had not stopped pinching the thin inner partition between Cinderella's vagina and her rectum. That pressure was a constant aphrodisiac for the young woman. With his digits in the most intimate and carnal parts of her being, Oliver was keeping her on the edge of an impending orgasm.
"Let's go get a drink, I am expected to show my face to my guests," said the prince.
With a small movement or his fingers and a twist of his wrist Oliver led Cinderella by her sex and her ass as if she was a true hand puppet. Cinderella had to concentrate on her breathing with each step she was making to keep from cumming in front of the gathered partygoers.
They stepped into the dim ballroom and walked towards the bar to get some refreshments. As they approached, Cinderella nearly had a heart attack when she recognized her evil stepfamily coming towards them. Would they recognize her or was the spell going to work? Along with the dress and carriage, the magic of Fairy Godmother's spell on Cinderella was supposed to make her unrecognizable to people who knew her. Despite the powerful magic that she had witnessed, she still feared someone would identify her.
When Lady Tremaine ignored her and looked past her to offer a drink to prince Oliver, Cinderella sighed a slight sigh of relief. The evil stepmom did not seem to know who she was after all. Her relief was short lived. Cinderella stared at the ominous glass that the Lady was holding and a bad feeling gripped her at the pit of her stomach. Her instinct told her that something bad was being staged and she needed to protect her prince.
Abruptly, and despite Oliver's hold on her, Cinderella put herself in front of the prince to grab the cup that the Lady was extending and gulped down all of its content in dramatic fashion.
"Do forgive my rude behavior... I was parched!" she offered as an excuse.
Lady Tremaine's Machiavellian plot had just crumbled. She tried to keep a smile on her face and quickly adjourned with an awkward reverence to the prince.
Oliver was surprised by the show that Cinderella had just put in front of him. Her behavior seemed very out of character with her previous demeanor. He would have to get to the bottom of that.
As Oliver stood still, contemplating these events, Cinderella began feeling the effects that the potion was having on her.
The first symptom that she felt right away was a drastic increase of lubrication in her vagina. She had been kept wet and excited by Oliver's talented manual dexterity but now her body was producing unnatural amounts of vaginal fluids. Within a matter of seconds her vagina was full of liquid heat and it soon started pouring in copious amounts past her vaginal lips and onto her thighs.
The next sensation that she felt was a hyper sensitivity to all the materials and texture that were in contact with her. The cottons, the velvets, the silks, the pearls, and the jewels that were part of her dress all sent tingling signals to her nervous system. She could feel every ridge and groove of Oliver's skin as his fingers kept on moving in small circles in her ass and her vagina.
And finally, she started to feel an incessant orgasm. Oliver had kept her on the cusp of ecstasy with his hands, but now a floodgate had been released. It started with a tiny tickle of sorts, a tiny ripple that propagated at her hot center. It gripped her but it would not let go. The ripple grew and enlarged. There was no end to it. Cinderella's mind could not process anything but utter and absolute erotic ecstasy. In a complete trance, her mind could only process and grasp the signals that her sex was sending. In a matter of minutes, Cinderella was thrown in some form of sexually induced catatonic state.
Oliver had felt the changes happening in Cinderella's body right away. In all his years, he had never felt a sex gushing so many liquids. He quickly called Molly for help and they left the ballroom for Oliver's chambers.
"Get the doctor, get the doctor right away!" he called to the guards as he sat Cinderella on one of the love seats.
Cinderella was wailing her pleasure as she seemed to be humping an invisible man. As the formula ran its course, its effects could clearly be observed by the people gathered around the young woman. Oliver, Molly and the physician observed the most sensual display of love making imaginable. The young woman was gyrating her hips to the beat of an animalistic corporal pounding. An invisible force was making love to her and her body was responding with an everlasting climax.
The doctor explained that she probably been "poisoned." For years, the doctor had heard of a legendary potion that could provoke the highest forms of sexual excitement but until that night he had never observed it himself. He told the prince not to worry, the girl was not in danger. The drug would have very short temporary effects and the young woman would be back to her normal state within a few hours.
Oliver was relieved and thankful. He dismissed the doctor and watched Cinderella as she gave the lustiest, lewdest and bawdiest spectacle that he had ever seen. He resisted the temptation to touch her and be with her despite his growing desire. There would be no honor in taking advantage of her drug induced state and sex without consent was a rape by any other name.
At some point, she fell off the couch and began rubbing herself against the soft rugs of the Palace. On her knees, butt in the air, face to the ground, she was rubbing her sensitive bust on the carpet. Then, she bunched together the fabric of her dress and stuck it between her legs before squeezing them tight together as she writhed in orgasm against her clothing. The erotic heat was incessant and the show kept on going for hours.
"Dong!"
The first chime of the midnight hour began to toll.
The abrupt noise startled and started to get Cinderella out of her trance.
"Dong!"
The young woman finally snapped back to life in a panic.
"Dong!"
Cinderella got up and started towards the doors.
"I need to go," she said as she started to run out of the room.
