---------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: pegasus.odyssee.net!sunqbc.risq.net!newsflash.concordia.ca!newsfeed.pitt.edu!dsinc!news.acsu.buffalo.edu!news.uoregon.edu!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: seafire55@aol.com (Seafire55) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's #14 for September: Cinderella Date: 2 Oct 1996 01:41:30 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 640 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <52svaa$sit@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: seafire55@aol.com (Seafire55) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com 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... ---------------------------------------------------- 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 ****