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Having received that ultimate in a.s.s (has anyone ever figured out if the
acronym was deliberate?) accolades, i.e. inclusion in a favorable
Celestial Review, and inclusion in the top 15 for September, here it is,
reposted for those of you who passed up a good story by a hitherto
unknown, starving author of dubious smut.

And, trust me, I would *never* leave a sentence that long or complicated
in a story!

Comments are always welcome.

Original post follows...

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Disclaimer

If you are under 18 or easily offended please go away. 

What the hell are you doing here anyway?

OK, so it's Fairy Tale Erotica with an attitude. 


Cinderella

Once upon a time there was a girl whose dear mother died, and whose father
married for his second wife the proudest and unkindest woman that ever was
seen. Wilhelmina, for that was her name, had two daughters, Griselda the
elder, and Esmerelda the younger, who were alike her in every way. The
young girl, on the other hand, was all sweetness and goodness, for she
took after her mother.

No sooner was the wedding over than the new wife began to show her bad
temper. She could not bear the gentleness of the girl because it made the
sharp voices and selfish ways of her own daughters seem more hateful, and
she put her to doing the hardest work in the house. She (and her
daughters, of course) made her wash the dishes and scrub the stairs and
clean up the rooms till the house shone like a new pin. But, at the end of
her day's toil, the poor girl had only a scolding and a piece of dry bread
for supper. She bore this mistreatment silently, hardly ever saying a
word.

When her work was done she would cuddle in the ashes and cinders of the
fireplace in her room to keep warm. For this reason they called her
"ash-girl," but Esmerelda, who was not quite so obnoxious as her elder
sister, called her Cinderella. The name stuck, although sometimes they
would call her "Cinders." In spite of her ragged clothes, Cinderella was
still a hundred times more beautiful than her sisters in their elegant
finery.

As time wore on, the sisters noticed that Cinderella would do whatever
they wanted. She seemed resigned to being their slave. They began to
fantasize about the depraved things they could do to Cinderella. They
would lie in bed at night inventing interesting activities, getting
themselves so sexually excited they would have to relieve themselves,
usually by stimulating each other manually. Eventually, the tension became
too much, and they decided they just had to do something tangible about
their ideas.

They asked their mother for permission to carry out their depraved plans,
and she was, naturally, very supportive of their ideas. In fact, she had
several suggestions for them - all of them diabolical. She was so glad her
daughters were taking an interest in her hobbies! Meanwhile, she had her
own plans for Cinderella's father. He would be far too busy with his own
troubles to worry about his young daughter! 

The sisters began to act on their plans the next day. They strutted along
to  Cinderella's room, where she was still asleep. They slapped her awake
and dragged her roughly to the table, where they laid her on her back.
"Wha-what are you doing," she asked in a plaintive voice. 

"Never you mind," Griselda answered as she began to rip off the rags that
Cinderella was wearing. She was a pretty young thing, if a little dirty.
Esmerelda brought out the new clothes they had for Cinderella. She began
with the shiny black leather corset. It fit snugly around Cinderella's
body, the small vestiges of bra cups pushing her pert young breasts up,
hiding nothing. Cinders could barely breathe when they tightened the
straps. 

The corset had garter straps for the sheer black hose they put on her
next. They rolled them over her legs as she lay on the table. They didn't
have any panties for her, preferring to leave her cute rear and pussy
exposed. Finally, they slipped four-inch black patent leather heels onto
her feet.

"Doesn't she look wonderful?" said Esmerelda, as they finished dressing
Cinderella. 

"She looks gorgeous," agreed Griselda, her older sister, "but we must do
something about this!" She slapped Cinderella's pussy. "I'm afraid all
this hair just won't do. Fetch me some water, soap and a razor, Esmie
dear." 

The younger sister ran off to find the necessary equipment. "Now lie on
this bench, ash-girl," snarled Griselda. Cinders obeyed meekly. "Spread
those legs wide, bitch!" was the only reward Cinders got for obeying. She
spread her legs as wide as they would go. 

Esmerelda returned with the razor, soap and a mug of water. Griselda
ruffled her hand through Cinders' pubic hair. "At least it's not too thick
yet," she observed, as she  took the water and soap and began to lather
Cinderella none too gently. She took the straight razor and began to trim
the hair from Cinders' pussy. "Grab your knees and hold them there," she
ordered, forcing Cinders' legs over her head. It exposed the remainder of
her sex perfectly, including her delicate pink puckered anus. With a few
swift strokes, even the hair around that was gone. 

The two sisters were getting turned on by the daring actions they had just
taken. Although they weren't raving beauties, they did look imposing.
Griselda's emerald green corset nipped her ample waist in tightly, her
creamy white mammaries spilling over the top with just a hint of dark
aureole showing. She reached in and pulled her globes out of her corset,
twisting her rubbery nipples. She reached down inside her panties to her
pubic bush, roughly inserting a finger into her slit.

Esmerelda was all in black, accentuating her pale skin and fiery red hair.
She wore no panties and her red pubic bush was plainly visible. "Suck my
cunt, Gris," she hissed as she toyed with her own clit. 

"Don't move, bitch," Griselda ordered Cinderella, as she went to her
sister, kneeling in front of her, plunging her tongue into the musky folds
of her pussy as Esmerelda held it wide open. Her rough tongue soon had
Esmerelda orgasming.

"My turn, Esmie," Griselda smiled, as she kneeled down and offered her
rear end to her sister. Esmerelda was momentarily mesmerized at the brown
puckered hole and sopping wet slit of her sister. She stuck her tongue out
and licked upwards from her sister's clit, along her inner lips and back
to her anus. She made a point with her tongue and snaked it into
Griselda's musky rear hole. Plunging it in and out drove Griselda wild.
"Oh yes, Esmie, stick it right in!" she cried as her fingers slid over her
own clitoris, pinching it, pulling it, and bringing herself to a crashing
orgasm as her sister gave one last long lick around her anus. 

"Oooooooh!" she sighed as she came down from her orgasmic high. 

When they were done, Cinders was still lying on her back, her legs over
her head, just as they had left her. Esmerelda was fascinated by
Cinderella's beautiful pink puckered rear hole. It was a great contrast to
her sister's. She swizzled a finger in the cooling soapy water and
inserted it slowly into the hole. Cinders gasped as she felt the invasion,
but resigned herself to the abuse. Actually, it felt tingly. 

Not to be outdone, Griselda ran a finger along Cinders' slit, sliding a
finger between the closed lips. She peeled them apart to expose a perfect
pair of inner labia and a cute bud of a clitoris. She couldn't help
herself. She had to taste it. She bent down and licked along the slit,
ending by teasing Cinders' now erect clit. A shiver ran down Cinderella's
spine and she moaned quietly. Esmie pulled her finger out of Cinderella's
anus and sucked it into her mouth. She reinserted it, then fed it to her
sister. "Taste this," she said, "isn't it wonderful?

"I do believe she's enjoying this, Esmerelda!" said the older sister,
having noticed that Cinderella's nipples and clit were standing at
attention. "We need to take her training a little further. How about
piercing her nipples and labia and get her started with an anal plug?" 

"What a wonderful idea, Gris, she really would be our own little sex toy!"
Excited by all the possibilities for the future, they took turns
straddling Cinderella's face, riding her hard till they came. 

***

Over the next few weeks, the sisters pierced Cinderella's pert little
nipples and her inner labia. They put horseshoe rings in her nipples and
rings in her labia. They also made her wear an anal plug all the time,
except for two daily fifteen-minute breaks when she could relieve herself.
She became entirely theirs. Cinderella came to love the sensation of the
piercings and having her rectum filled. She learned to use her anal
sphincter to milk her anal plug in and out until she could make herself
orgasm.

They attached weights to the rings in her piercings. Over the following
months, her inner labia stretched so they protruded about an inch from her
outer lips. Her nipples became capable of bearing a significant load so
they attached chains to her nipple rings that supported a tray that also
attached to her corset at the waist. She was made to serve them drinks
before and after their little games with her.

The girls' mother was content to leave them to their frolics for the most
part, but once in a while she would get the urge to use Cinderella for her
own pleasure. She was a statuesque woman, with a large wardrobe of unusual
garments. For sessions with Cinderella, she preferred her scarlet rubber
body suit. It covered her from head to toe, except for cutouts for her
face, bosom and crotch. 

Her ample mammaries were still as firm as a young girl's and they thrust
themselves obscenely from the red rubber. She had been training her
nipples ever since she was a teenager, and they were now two inches long,
rosy red and stiff. She preferred to leave in the nipple stretchers when
wearing this outfit, as it kept her breasts tender and sensitive. Her
nether regions were, naturally, shaved smooth, and her prominent clitoris
protruded an inch from her slick lips when erect, showing off the ring
piercing it.

One day after a lengthy session with her new husband, she felt the need
for some female company. Dressed in her red rubber finery, she headed to
Cinderella's room, where she found her curled up in the corner by the
fire.

"On your feet, my girl!" commanded the lady of the house, as she nudged
her none too gently with the toe of her red spike-heeled shoe. Cinderella
woke quickly, jumped to her feet and faced her stepmother, head hanging
down meekly. Wilhelmina grabbed her, twisted her arms behind her back and
handcuffed them together. 

She forced Cinderella to kneel in front of her, parted her legs, and
pulled Cinderella's mouth to her fragrant slit. Cinders knew that she had
better perform, or it would be time for the cat o' nine tails. Her tongue
worked expertly over her stepmother's clit, her teeth pulling on the ring.
She could treat Wilhelmina's clit very roughly, as she loved the pain. 

Wilhelmina was beginning to climax. She ran her hands over her sensitive
breasts, pulling the prominent nipples. Finally, her orgasm hit her like a
tidal wave. She wailed as the pleasure washed over her, the feeling
centered on her clit and nipples. 

She was glad she had waited to visit the bathroom, as her full bladder
would be an extra treat for Cinderella. She pulled her vaginal lips wide
and released her bladder. Her acrid urine hosed out from her vulva. It
sprayed into Cinderella's mouth, all over her face, hair and breasts.
Cinderella knew that turning away would be an excuse for worse punishment
later, so she kept her face in the gushing stream, drinking all that came
her way.

When her bladder was empty and her orgasm was subsiding, Wilhelmina leaned
down and kissed Cinderella's face, tasting her own urine. She sucked on
Cinders' soaking hair and licked her breasts greedily.

Having had her satisfaction, she left Cinderella lying on the floor, still
wet and handcuffed. Her daughters could release her later.

***

One fine day, the Prince announced a great ball (he was famous for his
balls) and invited all the grand folk of the land. Of course Cinderella's
sisters were invited, because they were some of the finest bred young
ladies in the land.

They were wild with delight, and began to busy themselves planning for the
ball. "I," said Griselda, "shall wear my finest red latex dress. it
accentuates my gorgeous bosom. The Prince will be unable to resist." 

"Well, I'm going to wear my white lace," said Esmerelda. "It makes me look
so pure and virginal, the Prince shall be mine!"

They were, of course, deluding themselves. Certainly, they were well bred
young ladies, but their physical charms were somewhat lacking by
comparison with all the other fine young ladies of the land.

In the weeks preceding the ball, they primped and pampered themselves. As
the tension mounted, they used and abused poor Cinderella in all kinds of
ways. Their sexual tension was relieved by having Cinderella eat their
pussies time after time after time. Cinders'  tongue got very strong.

On the day of the ball, the two sisters had Cinderella prepare them well.
She had become very adept at grooming them. Even though they mistreated
her, she felt no resentment and set out to do as fine a job for them as
she could.

Despite her plain features, Griselda did look rather stunning in her red
latex dress,hose and heels. With some slight modifications, her ample
bosom was supported by the dress with her rubbery nipples exposed to the
air. The dress was cut in an inverted high V in front, so her pubic mound
was clearly visible underneath her flimsy panties.

Esmerelda did look virginal in her all white outfit, offset by the
removable zippered panels at her breasts and crotch.

Finally the time came to leave for the ball, and they called for their
coach. They whisked away in a cloud of dust, leaving their poor ash-girl
all alone.

***

The Prince was undecided about what to wear. A ball with all of the finest
young fillies in the whole land was the most enjoyable activity he could
think of, and he wanted to look his best.

"What do you think, Fauntleroy?" he asked his valet. 

"Well sir, the black leather outfit with the chaps and boots always works
well for you."

Fauntleroy was right. He always was. It allowed his penis total freedom,
although he thought he might add a cock-ring to the outfit this time to
keep his manhood erect a little easier. Although, with all of the luscious
scenery, that was rarely a problem, he smiled to himself. He dressed
slowly, starting by carefully oiling his penis.

***

A tear fell from Cinderella's eye as she thought of the fun her sisters
were having at the ball, something she would never be able to experience.

Poof! Before her very eyes, a vision in white leather and lace appeared.
Cinderella drank it in. The apparition was wearing white patent leather
heels, white stockings, a white leather garter belt, white leather panties
with a slit right up the middle so her shaven pussy lips pouted out, a
white leather corset with flimsy lace panels over her ample breasts and a
gorgeous headdress of shimmering white. Her face was that of an angel.

"Who are you?" Cinderella asked. 

"Why, I am Annabelle,  your fairy godmother! I can tell you are greatly
upset. What is it that's troubling you? Wait, you don't even have to tell
me. I can tell that you want more than anything in the world to go to the
ball. Isn't that so?"

"Yes," replied Cinders, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Well, we'll see what we can do. Let's take a look at you. Turn around
slowly for me." As Cinders twirled slowly, Annabelle was not impressed.
"Tsk, tsk, those step-sisters of yours have no idea how to prepare a young
girl." Get out of that ridiculous outfit. "I c-c-can't," stuttered
Cinderella, "they don't let me ever take it off."

"Nonsense, girl, those sisters of yours are amateurs." With that she
effortlessly stripped Cinders bare, including all of the jewelry that
penetrated her body. She looked at the unkempt bundle in front of her.
Bedraggled blonde hair. Slim body, small but perky breasts. Pale skin,
covered in ashy smudges. As she looked at Cinderella's shaved mound, she
noticed that Cinders was standing with her legs apart. She circled the
girl and finally noticed the anal plug. She reached down and removed it
with some difficulty, as Cinderella's sphincter refused to give it up.
"Well, this should prove useful," she said cryptically. Cinderella didn't
quite understand what she meant. Her fairy godmother brought the plug to
her nose and sniffed deeply. "Aaaaahhhh, that takes me back." Her eyes
were closed and she smiled, as if remembering some pleasant diversion from
the past.

"Where were we, dear? Oh, yes, we need to get you all dressed up for the
ball." With that, she began to prepare Cinderella to be the most beautiful
belle of the ball. She took her upstairs to the bath, where she washed the
young girl all over. She found a razor and shaved her whole body, making
sure her pussy was completely smooth again. When she was done, Cinderella
was as clean as she had ever been. She turned her attention to Cinders' 
hair, carefully cleaning all the grime out of it. When she was finished,
Cinderella's hair shone like spun gold. Annabelle dried it and pulled it
up in a shimmering plume. 

From the ragged remnants of her old clothes, she manufactured a shiny
patent leather outfit that was nothing but straps. Two strips of leather
circled her breasts, pushing them up. Fanning out from there were straps
that encircled her body and wound down to the tops of her thighs. Her
pubic area was completely free. Matching thigh high boots were next. Next,
her fairy godmother plucked shiny gold rings from thin air and inserted
them into the holes in her nipples. Cinderella shivered in ecstasy as the
cold metal slid in. Ruby rings in her pussy lips followed.

"Now, dear, you'll love the feel of this next part," said Annabelle. She
held a long gold chain in her hand. She clipped one end to Cinderella's
right labia ring, wound the strand behind her back, pulling it through a
guide ring on the left shoulder of her outfit, through her left nipple
ring, across to the right, and over and round to her left labia ring. The
length was, of course, just right. 

Cinderella looked in the mirror and gasped. The chain pulled her lips
apart, exposing the delicate folds of her sex to full view.

Annabelle could resist no longer. She knelt in front of the vision she had
created and worshiped her gorgeous sex with her tongue. After so many
months of abuse and neglect, Cinderella was overcome with the gentleness
of her fairy godmother's oral touch. She had become very good at making
little noise as she came, and she mewed quietly as she orgasmed quickly,
her knees weak and her face flushed.

"Thank you, that was wonderful. Let's try that together and take it a
little slower this time," Cinderella gasped. She pulled Annabelle up to
her. As Cinderella snaked her tongue into Annabelle's mouth, she could
taste her own pussy juices on those sweet lips. They sank back to the
floor, tongues swirling together. 

"I want to taste you," said Cinders, as she twisted to plant her lips on
her fairy godmother's pouting pussy lips. They pleasured each other
tenderly in a sweet mouth to pussy embrace. 

Eventually, Annabelle surfaced to call a halt. "We have to finish getting
you ready for the ball," she panted.

She ordered Cinderella to kneel facing away from her. Annabelle worked her
magic again, and Cinderella's anal plug turned to beautiful crystal. With
another wave of her wand it grew a beautiful scarlet plume. She bent down
to Cinderella's rear and reinserted it. Cinders gasped in remembered
pleasure as it went in. When she stood up, she had a beautiful feathery
scarlet plume training behind her. 

"You'll have to keep your back arched to keep the plume at the correct
angle," warned Annabelle, "but the Prince will find this irresistible!"

Cinderella walked around, practicing, and she soon got the hang of it.

"Now," said Annabelle, "it's time we found you some transportation." She
dragged Cinderella downstairs to the kitchen. She looked around for some
suitable raw material. A pink seashell-shaped soap dish caught her eye. In
the twinkling of an eye, outside in the courtyard was a beautiful open
carriage in pink mother of pearl. 

"Now, something to pull it..." she muttered to herself. She spotted
several mice cowering in the corner. "They'll do," she thought, and in no
time she had turned them into six beautiful prancing horses to pull the
coach. Their tails were plumed just like Cinderella's. A rat that had been
munching on some cheese served her purpose as she turned it into a jolly
liveried coachman.

She turned to Cinderella. "One word of caution, dear. Do not, under any
circumstances, stay beyond midnight. My powers don't extend to the wee
hours of the night, so you must return before the clock strikes twelve."
Annabelle was most insistent. 

"I understand," said Cinders, trying to calm her fairy godmother, "I'll be
back in time."

"Very well, but be sure to remember," nagged Annabelle. "It's time to go -
here, get in the coach." And off Cinderella went to the ball.

***

The Prince strolled among his guests. The women, and some of the men,
stole glances at his erect, oiled penis. "Who would be the lucky recipient
this time?" they were all thinking. The Prince drank in the flesh on
display. Breasts were spilling out from leather, lace, satin and latex
outfits. There were all manner of pussies on open display. Bushy, trimmed,
red, blond, brunette. Shaved even. He still hadn't seen the woman that
really stirred his loins, and he was a little disappointed. 

***

After a whirlwind ride, the coachman cracking the whip all the way,
Cinders arrived at the ball. Her coach swept to a halt by the front steps.
Her head held erect, she swept up the steps and into the ballroom, her
scarlet tail plume erect behind her. 

The late entrance caused a stir, and the Prince turned to look at the
newcomer. "This is her!" he thought. The high plume of golden hair, the
pert breasts, the spread labia and the scarlet plume sprouting from her
anus added an inch or so to his erection. He was at her side instantly,
and he pulled her to him as the orchestra started the next tune. 

"What's your name, my vision?" he asked, his breathing ragged. 

"Ashley," she lied. 

"Ashley, you are the most beautiful vision I have ever seen, dance with me
forever," he breathed in her ear. They abandoned themselves to the music.
As they danced, his hands explored every inch of her skin. Their tongues
explored each other. 

Eventually, the Prince whispered, "Ashley, darling, I need you to release
me from the bondage of this terrible erection." 

"I'd love to," replied Cinderella, sinking to her knees. She sucked the
head of his stiff penis into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the
head, as her fingernails scratched lightly along his scrotum. She slipped
a finger between his rear cheeks and managed to insinuate the tip of it
into his anus. Her movement became more insistent and her head bobbed
quickly. The Prince, having abstained from all sexual activity for a week
in preparation for tonight, was unable to hold back. 

The crowd had stopped their chattering to watch. The prince always started
the evening's fun, and it looked like it was time.

"Ahhhhh, I'm coming," cried the Prince, as he pulled his penis from
Cinderella's mouth. His cum splattered on her face, down her breasts, into
her lap, and onto her wide open labia. His penis was like a fire hose as
he continued to pump semen all over her. 

Like a pack of dogs, the female guests were all over Cinderella,
scrambling to get a taste of the Prince's cum. It felt like hundreds of
tongues were lapping at her. Her hair, face, shoulders, breasts, stomach,
pussy and thighs were all under attack. Someone forced a tongue down her
throat, trying to extract any remaining cum that might be left there. 

This was also the traditional moment for the other males to add their
contribution. The men gathered around the pile of writhing bodies and
began to massage their erections. Soon, white ropes of ejaculate were
flying everywhere, splattering on the bodies below. As they felt the warm,
sticky semen coating their bodies, the women in the pile turned their
attentions to the squires that had just anointed them. Each mouth found a
sticky penis to suck on. Cinderella was spared the further ravages of all
of those tongues.

"Rats," she thought, "I was enjoying that!"

The Prince helped her to her feet. She was wet from head to toe, covered
in semen and saliva. 

"I'm sorry, darling, it always happens like that at these affairs." 

"Don't worry," replied Cinderella,"I rather enjoyed it." 

They danced again, kissing and fondling each other. As the time approached
midnight, the Prince whispered in her ear, "Ashley, my darling, I need
release again."

"Anything for you, my darling," she replied, sinking to her knees again.

"No," the prince replied, "I'd like to try something different. Turn
around."

"Mmmmmm, OK," said Cinders as she pivoted to turn her back to him. He
leaned over and reached for the bright red anal plume. He could see it was
attached to a large anal plug. He teased it, pulling on it tentatively.
"My, she has strong muscles," he thought. His mouth watered at how his
penis might fare in her rear. Cinders allowed her sphincter to relax, so
the plug came out easily in the prince's grasp. 

The crowd was watching again, in silent awe.

Her anus was wide open, and he inserted three fingers into it easily. She
pulsed her sphincter again and trapped his fingers, toying with him. She
smiled and released them. The Prince was overcome with lust. He buried his
face in her rear. First, he licked all around her anus, then plunged his
tongue in as far as it could go. He could feel her pulse her sphincter on
it. With one last lick, he lifted his head and prepared to insert his
penis. As he positioned the tip at her rear entrance, Cinders relaxed her
muscle, allowing him to enter easily. He began to rock backwards and
forwards. His penis was rock hard, as large as it had ever been, and she
was accommodating him easily. 

Cinders flexed her anus around his cock, milking him as he moved. He had
never felt this good before in his life. He pumped slowly, savoring each
stroke. All conversation had stopped. The crowd was watching, enraptured,
as the Prince's cock disappeared and reappeared. One woman had two fingers
in her slit, rubbing her clit to the rhythm of the Prince's strokes. One
buxom redhead in red leather could stand it no more. She lay down on her
back and slid herself under Cinderella's body. Her mouth fastened itself
over Cinders' pussy, her tongue working itself frantically on her clit.
Cinderella opened her eyes in surprise at the sensation. Looking down, she
saw the redhead's neatly trimmed bush below her. She bent her head to
return the oral favor, forcing her rear even further in the air. The taste
of the redhead's pussy, the slow, steady strokes in her ass, and the
intense sucking on her clit transported her to another dimension of
feeling. Every nerve in her body was straining to orgasm. 

The crowd had decided that watching was not nearly as much fun as
participating. Griselda, who had been at the front of the onlookers was
now on her knees in front of two well endowed knights. She had one stiff
cock in her mouth, pumping it furiously, sliding her tongue along the
underside. Her left hand held another, the head popping obscenely out from
her fingers on each stroke. Her right hand was working furiously on her
clit. 

The Prince was drank in the whole scene around him. The air was heavy with
the smell of sweat and sex. He noticed one of the female guests, in red
latex, being showered with cum from two cocks. The way the semen splashed
on her face and breasts, and the abandoned way she sucked them clean,
prompted him to redouble his efforts. The shaft of his penis was being
milked like a dairy cow, and the redhead under "Ashley" was sucking his
balls into her mouth. The sucking, licking and biting was driving him
crazy. His orgasm began to build. The clock struck. He began to pump his
cum into Cinderella's anus as he came for the second time that night. He
was spasming uncontrollably as his cock drained into her. 

Cinderella felt the first hot splash of cum in her ass. Her brain fizzed
with sensation and every muscle in her body was straining as she orgasmed.
She exulted with each spurt of cum. She gave voice to her ecstasy in a
wail of delight that frightened nearby guests with its intensity.
Eventually, her orgasm subsided, and she returned to reality. The Prince's
cock slid out of her anus, still dribbling cum. The redhead strained to
capture it in her mouth, causing Cinderella to overbalance. 

As she lay on the floor, utterly spent, something in the back of her mind
warned Cinderella. The clock! She had completely lost track of time. It
was midnight! She leapt up and ran for the door, cum dribbling down the
backs of her legs.

It was past midnight, and her glorious coach and horses were gone. Her
gorgeous outfit was gone, replaced by her grimy original. She ran like the
wind to get home.

***

Weeks after the ball, the Prince was still inconsolable. He had met the
girl of his dreams, then lost her. She had disappeared from the face of
earth. He had his men searching high and low for her, but who knew where
she was?

The only souvenir was his love's anal plug with the bright plume. Now that
her heady scent had faded from it, even that was no consolation.

But wait! He had never seen anyone with such control of her sphincter.
Surely, he would recognize her again by that, even if he had to try it on
every woman in the land. In fact, he thought, that might be interesting to
try, anyway.

So, off he went on his quest. His entourage went before him, scouring the
countryside for all maidens who might qualify. Of course, all the women,
young and old alike, wanted to participate. Day after day, the prince
would kneel and try to insert the plug, only to find that half of the
women accommodated it easily, but couldn't control it the way his beloved
Ashley could. It was impossible to even get it into the other half of the
women, at least not without excessive lubrication. And they all wanted to
try! It was fun for a while, but he really just wanted to find HER.

Eventually, he and his party arrived at the mansion where Cinderella
lived. He was received cordially by Cinderella's stepmother, who then
presented her daughters for inspection. One look at them and the Prince
knew they weren't the answer, but he tried, anyway. Griselda managed a
quick orgasm as the Prince inserted the plug into her. Of course, her anus
wasn't the one. After Esmerelda failed the test, even their mother
presented herself to the Prince for testing. Failure again, big surprise!

"Are you sure there's nobody else?" asked the Prince. 

"Only our servant girl," they replied, "but she couldn't possibly be the
one. She never goes out."

"Let me try," he ordered. 

The sisters brought Cinderella to the parlor after removing her new anal
plug and dressing her more conventionally in her old rags. Cinders was not
an appealing sight. Still, something stirred in the Prince. He asked her
to kneel in front of him. He flipped up her ragged skirt, and his pulse
began to race. He was sure this was it. He began to insert the plug, and
Cinderella's anal muscle took it from him and seated the plume right in
her. Her sphincter contracted and held it there against his best efforts
to remove it. 

This was her! His beloved!
            

She turned to him. He held her tenderly in his arms and kissed her
forehead gently. "Come with me, my Princess," he cried.

They were married shortly after. Within months, his father passed away and
he became King, and she was his Queen.

They lived happily ever after, especially when she had her step-mother and
sisters move into the dungeon.

And now the Prince has even more interesting balls!

**** The End ****