Dear Reader,
The kinky version of Cinderella's Sexy Saga continues.
This story is taking a life of its own and is becoming much more than I had anticipated when the idea came to mind. As this is a first for me, please forgive me any inconsistencies between the chapters. I realize now that if I am going to undertake such a project in the future, I should sketch out a full plot and backstory to all my characters before getting into it... Oh, well! Live and learn as they say...
You will find some forms of:
• BDSM,
• exhibitionism,
• incest/taboo,
• spanking,
• anal,
• fisting,
• lesbian strap-on,
• and some forms of nonconsent/reluctance.
I realize and understand that some of these categories might be a great turn-off for some...
So, reader beware and consider reading something else if any of these bother you.
Please don't be shy and let me know what you think.
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Enjoy! ;)
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Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella Tremaine,
Was not as fragile as she looked,
Take a bite and you'd get hooked,
she will disarm and seduce you,
and make an addict out of you.
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Poor Prince Oliver, he hadn't even consumed his love with Cinderella and yet she had gotten under his skin. She had affected his insatiable libido. All other women seemed bland in comparison. He had played with Molly, Holly and Dolly but he could not get the young woman out of his system. What had she done to him. He wanted her... No! He needed her... and he didn't need anything... as the saying went.
He was obsessed with the idea of the young woman. Yet, he could not really put a face to her. Cinderella had been under the spell that had protected her identity. The prince remembered a magical night and an impression of a perfect woman who had submitted to his every whim. It was intoxicating. The prince would go door to door and he would knock on everyone of them throughout the kingdom, glass slipper in hand, to find the owner of his broken heart.
Not too far away, Cinderella laid across the wooden horse at the center of Lady Tremaine's secret sex chambers with her arms and legs attached to the feet of the apparatus. Her stepfamily had just injected the sex potion into her rectum and she was experiencing a never-ending orgasm that had brought her beyond the gates of the 7th heaven of ecstatic carnal bliss. She was loving every minute of it.
Lady Tremaine and her daughters were hoping to break all the inhibitions of their charge to get her to submit to them. They were hoping to educate their captive to the pleasures of sex and make her a compliant submissive who would then introduce them to the prince.
The stepmother wanted to mend the relationship that she had broken with Cinderella when her dear husband had passed away. Lord Tremaine had introduced his wife to the secret world of Bondage and Domination. Maybe she could finally return the favor with his daughter.
As she contemplated these thoughts, Drizella and Anastasia were taking turn with their ebony strap-ons on Cinderella's hyper excited sex.
Cinderella was asking for more and more all the time and the two young women tried to dish it out as best as they could. They would tease their stepsister with long slow strokes then they would surprise her with unexpected quick bursts of intense fucking and then slow the pace back down to a crawl. They would drill her tight little hole nonstop for long extended periods of times. They would insert their glass dildos into her ass and would double penetrate her. They would play with her tits, caress them, pinch her nipples and fondle them. They would spank her and use her and attempt to embarrass her. Yet, Cinderella accepted it all and took it all. There was never any reticence, never any hesitation, nothing seemed to repulse or bother the young woman. It was difficult to imagine that she had never known any physical relations until earlier that night. Cinderella was a hot mess and she loved every single peak of her everlasting orgasm as it surged through her.
The sisters were at their wit's end. The goal was to bring Cinderella to the limits of ecstasy in order to convince her that she needed their help and tutelage to keep up with the prince's sexual appetite. The problem was that the potion had rendered her insatiable and there did not seem to be anything that she was not willing to try.
Drizella and Anastasia were brunettes like their mother. They were petite and fair just like her with shiny black eyes. Like all the ladies from respectable families of the time, they lived a sheltered life with very limited physical activities. The two sisters were not used to strenuous exercise and the workout was affecting them. They were slowly reaching their own physical limits as they kept on trying to take control over their stepsister.
Cinderella, on the other hand, had cultivated fitness and strength as a result of years of hard manual and physical labor. She stood a good head and a half above the two little waifs who were currently bringing her so much pleasure. Her hour glass figure was amplified by her muscles and athleticism. Her auburn hair, blue-green eyes, and sun-golden skin was a stark contrast to her stepfamily. No one would ever mistake them for sisters. Her body was used to long hours of vigorous backbreaking work. The lovely sexual discoveries she was experiencing today were a relaxing and purely enjoyable experience to her. She could go on forever. Without a thought to it, Cinderella was wearing out her tormentors.
The room was filled with the smell of sweat and the aroma of Cinderella's sexual arousal. With the mounting fatigue, the two stepsisters were starting to feel the tickles and twinges of their own arousal. That was not supposed to happen.
When they were exerting their dominance over a new submissive, their mother had taught them to keep control over their own arousal until the submissive had been thoroughly dealt with. In the lady's view, a good dominatrix was not supposed to let her own excitement dictate the course of a session with a pliable and malleable servant. Yes, the session could and should be sexy to the sub and it could lead towards the dominant's sexual gratification. However, a good dominant should have total and absolute control over the entire proceedings.
Drizella and Anastasia were losing that fight over their own bodies. They had been working on heir stepsister for several hours and could barely stand on their feet. Coupled with the mounting fatigue, the repetitive friction of the harness of the strap-on on their vaginas and the pressure on their clits were starting to arouse their own sexual needs and desires.
They decided to move Cinderella onto the nearby large four post bed. Maybe, it they were lying down, they would be able to get a grip on the situation.
They laid the nude girl on the bed in between them and slowly inserted the ebony phalluses into her ass and vagina. The penetration was slow and controlled and Cinderella was producing so much vaginal lubrication that the faux penises slid into her hungry holes without any opposition. The two small sisters wrapped their arms around their much taller and voluptuous prey.
Anastasia grabbed onto Cinderella's firm c cup breasts as she slowly penetrated her wrinkled anal opening from behind. She was drawn in by the heat of her stepsister's body and her own sex was fully aroused by the time she bottomed out into the anal opening.
For Drizella, it was the unexpected kiss that did her in. As Drizella grabbed onto her stepsister's hips to guide the dildo into her dripping vagina, Cinderella bent her head down and wrapped her lips around the petite brunette's mouth as she pulled her into her arms. The unexpected passion in that embrace lit up an intense flame at the core of the elder stepsister.
When the two stepsisters started gyrating their hips to work their strap-ons in and out of Cinderella's holes it was to get towards their own climaxes. Cinderella's own endless climax was driven to new highs while her stepsisters worked themselves into a sexual frenzy. There was no more pretense of control for the two sisters, they were lost to their own lust. The feverish need to come overtook their senses and they gripped tight onto the luxurious and inviting sweaty heat of their stepsister's receptive body. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" all three exclaimed in unison as they exploded together.
To Lady Tremaine's dismay, both Drizella and Anastasia collapsed and drifted to sleep as soon as the tension was released. That fact brought back old memories. How many times had she fallen asleep after intense couplings to her husband? Tears started pooling in her eyes as she recalled the sweet intimacy from these tender moments. It had been so long. She had missed it so much. And, at that moment, she longed for her dear departed spouse and for the carnal pleasure that she had refused to experience with anyone else. Despite all the Bondage and Domination tutelage that she had given her daughters in the past few years, Lady Tremaine had remained celibate since her husband's passing. She now gazed onto the scene that had just unfolded before her and, for the first time in many many years, she felt the heat of sexual awakening ignite within her bosom. The warm tears that had been welling in her eyelids now started pouring as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Cinderella had completely recovered and was calmly observing her. Holding her head up with one hand, she was reclining on her side between the sleeping sisters as she studied the beautiful older woman.
"Come here!" she called to her.
Lady Tremaine was astonished. Nobody had used that tone in that manner with her since... since she had lost the love of her life. She stood mesmerized.
"Come! Here!" repeated Cinderella with a more directive tone.
That tone! That Phrasing! Lady Tremaine was transported back to an earlier time and she felt her body comply to the order.
