Cindy Ella was busily scrubbing the kitchen floor with
a brush, on her knees, when one of her step-sisters,
Vera, ran screaming and giggling through the room. She
was naked, as usual, and the extra skin she had hanging
off her flabby body jiggled and swayed as she ran.
Following her, also as usual, was Roger, the son of the
Butcher whose shop was down the street. He too was
naked, and his stubby youthful erection bobbed and
bounced as he chased Vera, the object of his desire.
“Come on now Vera honey” he whined. “You know I love
you and I need relief!”
Vera just cackled and ran on toward her bedroom, where,
Cindy Ella knew, Roger would soon find his “relief”.
Vera was a dyed in the wool strumpet, just like her
sister Maude and their mother, Gerda. That Gerda was
also Cindy Ella’s step-mother was one of the things
that routinely made Cindy Ella sigh with remorse.
Cindy Ella scrubbed harder, trying to scrunch herself
into a dirty ball that no one would notice. She had no
desire to come to the attention of Roger, or Fred, or
Phil, or any of the other men who routinely rutted
their stiff pricks into her step-sisters and mother.
She didn’t want them deciding that she was fair game.
Cindy Ella was a virgin, and intended to stay that way
until she could escape from her bitch of a step-mother.
That would be in just two short years when Cindy Ella
turned eighteen.
If she lived that long.
Gerda had married Cindy Ella’s father four years ago
and, from the beginning had hated his only daughter.
This was because of several things. For one, Cindy Ella
was intelligent, which neither Gerda nor her own
daughters were. For another Cindy Ella was small of
frame, thin, and almost boyish. Gerda and her daughters
ate like pigs and it showed. Finally, Cindy Ella was
beautiful, with long blond hair, graceful hands and
dainty feet.
That was bad enough for Gerda and her brats, but as the
years passed, Cindy Ella filled out in all the right
areas. Her breasts swelled along with her hips, and she
developed a natural female sway in her walk that
promised sweet nirvana to any man who saw it.
Gerda made sure no man did.
After she killed her new husband by giving him one of
the many sexually transmitted diseases she brought to
her marriage bed, she tried to kill Cindy Ella too, by
working her to death.
Cindy Ella was a virtual slave and prisoner. She was
never allowed to actually take a bath, though she
routinely snuck enough water to take ‘whores’ baths’,
scrubbing herself clean under the rags she was
permitted to wear. At first she had wished she could
change clothes, but, as the men began coming to the
house to splash their seed in every hole available, she
gave that thought up.
While her hygiene was much better than that of the
other women in the house, no one could tell through the
filth she made sure covered her face, arms and
clothing. Still, it was a disease infested house, now
that her father had died, and no matter how much Cindy
Ella scrubbed and cleaned, she couldn’t combat the
filth created by three women and who knows how many men
who frequented the beds in the place.
Cindy Ella picked up the bucket and started off down
the hall toward the back door where she could toss out
the dirty water. She sighed. She had to go by her step-
sisters’ rooms on the way and she knew what she’d see.
Sure enough, Roger had caught his prize and was lustily
ramming his penis in and out of her as she lay staring
at the ceiling.
Vera appeared to be thinking of something else, but
every once in a while she remembered she was trying to
catch a husband and that caused her to moan “Oh Roger,
you’re so good. Don’t stop.” She said it with all the
heat of a teacher saying “OK, class, remember that two
and two are four… very good.”
Further down the hall was Maude’s room. Maude had more
imagination that Vera did, and that imagination was on
display as Cindy Ella passed her room. Maude’s current
beau was an unhealthy looking young man named Percival
who, apparently, had a low opinion of himself. He had
allowed Maude to truss him up like a chicken while she
had her way with him.
He was completely unable to move a muscle, though one
of his muscles, protruding from his loins, was free for
Maude to play with. She was in the act of dripping hot
wax on that muscle as Percival moaned in pain. Cindy
Ella hustled on. She was glad she didn’t have to pass
her step-mother’s room. She’d seen Tully in the house
earlier.
He ran the slaughterhouse on the edge of town and
always smelled like death mixed with cow dung. He also
liked to piss all over Gerda before making her suck his
dick. But he was rich, like all the men who came to the
house. Her step-mother and step-sisters were all trying
to snag a rich man, and they’d stoop to any level to do
it.
So, when news came that the Prince was going to have a
party, at which all eligible “girls” in the Kingdom
were required to attend, they began scheming about how
they might come to his attention and hit the biggest
payday of all. They demanded that Cindy Ella make them
new gowns, that showed off their “charms” as they
called them.
On the afternoon before the ball she had to do all
their hair and then apply their makeup. They chattered
and argued about how the Prince would find each of them
irresistible, and how no matter which of them he chose,
she would make sure to insist that all the others be
brought to the castle to live as well.
“Me too?” said Cindy Ella and then bit her lip, wishing
she hadn’t spoken.
Gerda laughed cruelly. “YOU will stay here, my
worthless little tramp” and fix this dump up so when we
sell it we’ll get some real money.
Vera said that they could probably find somewhere in
the castle stables that Cindy Ella could sleep and they
all cackled.
Finally, they left, on their way to the ball.
***
The only time Cindy Ella ever got out of her smelly
rotting rags was when she went to bed. Then she
stripped them off, exposing her snow white body, which
she washed carefully with a clean rag she kept in the
attic. After that she crawled naked into her bed, which
consisted of cast off clothing her step-mother didn’t
know she had and which she washed along with all her
other washing chores. It wasn’t a pretty bed, but it
was warm and she put flower petals in it to make it
smell nice. Usually she was quite glad to get into bed,
since that was the only time all day she could relax.
Tonight, of course, Cindy Ella went to bed sad that she
couldn’t go to the Prince’s Ball. Just before she got
into her rag-covered straw pallet she gazed out the
tiny attic window at the bright evening star and made a
wish that she could be happy and free and in love some
day. Then she fell asleep quickly. She slept the sleep
of the good, deep and restful.
She awoke suddenly, to a bright light in the attic. She
rubbed her eyes and peered at a hazy bright figure
standing, hands on hips, above her.
“Get up girl!” the figure demanded. “Time’s a wasting
and we’ve got a lot to do before this night is over.”
Cindy Ella stared at the figure, wide eyed. It looked
female, sort of, but was too short and quite wide. It
was dressed in a flowing gown that changed colors
constantly and was hard to look at. “Who are you?”
Cindy Ella asked timidly.
“For goodness sake, you silly girl… I’m your fairy
God Mother, of course! Who else would I be?” she
demanded. “Now, I said GET UP!!!”
Cindy Ella bounded to her feet as if she’d received an
electric shock (even though electricity hadn’t quite
been discovered yet – but you know what I mean.) She
was, of course, still naked as the day she was born,
and her fairy god mother looked her up and down
carefully. “Hmmmmm, not as much to work with as I’d
hoped, but I think you’ll do.” She raised her hand,
which held a short stiff length of something that could
be a tree branch.
Cindy Ella flinched. She was often beaten by her step
mother or step sisters with such a stick.
The apparition paused and looked with sympathy at the
cowering girl. “We’re going to have to make them pay
for making you like this,” she muttered. “Don’t be
afraid, girl. I’m here to help you make your dreams
come true. You only get this kind of chance once in
your life, and we only have until midnight, so please
trust me and do what I tell you.”
Cindy Ella relaxed slightly and raised her eyes. “Very
well, mistress, I’ll do as you command.”
The little woman groaned. “I’m not your mistress. In
fact, YOU are actually in charge here. It’s YOUR dream
we’re working on here. You want to go to the ball,
right?”
Again Cindy Ella’s eyes got big. “Oh yes, more than
anything.”
“Well then, I’m going to get you there. The rest is up
to you.” said the shimmering being.
“The rest of what?” asked Cindy Ella, confused.
“Never mind. And call me Madge, OK? Mistress sounds so
formal. Now, this is going to tingle, but it’s
necessary, trust me.”
Madge raised her wand again and waved it. What could
have been tiny snowflakes shot out of it and broke into
two streams. One enveloped Cindy Ella’s throat, and the
other darted between her legs and disappeared up inside
her. Cindy Ella squeaked and jumped, but she couldn’t
avoid the dust, or whatever it was. She felt a tingling
in her throat, and up inside of her, just below her
stomach.
“What was THAT?” she gasped. Then she stopped. Her
voice sounded different. It was lower, stronger,
more… sexy sounding.
“Oh, it was something I hope will come in handy, but
for one thing no one will recognize your voice when you
get to the ball. If you concentrate, you can make your
voice sound like it used to by trying to talk like a
little girl. Otherwise the… changes… I made are
permanent. If all works out well you’ll understand some
day why I made them. She waved her wand again and again
the snowflakes shot out and drifted all around Cindy
Ella.
All the remaining dirt on her body flaked off, leaving
her as clean as if she’d bathed in a spa. A luscious
odor now drifted around her body, as of the richest
perfumes. Her long blond hair was now done up on top of
her head, held there with ribbons and clips that were
decorated with sparkling diamonds, rubies and emeralds.
Madge snapped her fingers and a tall mirror appeared.
Cindy Ella couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her
eyes dropped to her modest breasts and she frowned. She
looked at Madge with a question in her eyes.
Madge frowned too. “I can’t make radical changes, but I
might be able to help a little. Again the wand, and
again the snowflakes, which this time coated Cindy
Ella’s breasts and floated there, slowly soaking into
the skin. Cindy Ella felt the tingling and a sharp stab
of pleasure/pain in her nipples. When she looked in the
mirror her breasts DID look a little bigger. But it was
her nipples that had changed the most.
Before they had been brown and almost flat. Now they
were dark red and stuck out proudly, like two fat June
bugs sitting on her breasts. She touched one and felt
that pleasure/pain streak shoot through her again.
Madge smiled. “Be careful what you wish for, Cindy
Ella. I made them super sensitive, so they’ll pleasure
you almost constantly. That can have side effects,
though, so don’t overdo it.
Cindy Ella pinched a nipple to see what that was like
and almost fell down as her knees weakened. She looked
in the mirror again. “I can’t go to the ball naked!”
she said. Madge waved her wand again and Cindy Ella
gasped in shock as a gown appeared on her body. It was
of the softest satin, dark blue, and thin as paper. It
clung to her body like skin. In the front there really
was no neckline, as it plunged between her breasts to
just above her navel. She turned to look at the back
and gasped again.
She could actually see the top of the crack between her
buttocks! All that held the dress on were two thin
straps that went up her chest and crossed over her
back. In the front, where the top of two tall triangles
covered Cindy Ella’s breasts, her new stiff sensitive
nipples were clearly visible through the thin cloth.
“I’m practically NAKED!” she squealed.
“Hmmph” snorted Madge. “Practically naked and naked are
two different things. Trust me, you’ll love this dress
when you dance with the Prince.”
“Oh! I could never be so bold as to ask the prince to
dance!” said Cindy Ella.
“With that dress you won’t have to ask.” said her fairy
god mother smugly.
“But… I don’t have on any…. under things.” Cindy
Ella blushed.
“My dear, I sincerely hope you don’t NEED any under
things tonight.” said her helpful fairy god mother.
In short order Madge had used common ordinary objects
to create a carriage, horses and attendants to take
Cindy Ella to the ball. The last thing Madge did was
apply some makeup to Cindy Ella’s face to ensure that
no one would be able to recognize her, not that anyone
would as she now looked.
“Remember, you have only until midnight. At the stroke
of twelve the gown will return to being the rags you
wear each day, the carriage will again become a pot
with a hole in the bottom, the horses and coachmen will
again be vermin. The makeup, your hairdo – all of it
will disappear in a puff of smoke. Only the changes I
made to your body will remain. Don’t get caught out in
public, or people will know who you are. For tonight
you may be whoever you wish. Now. Go have fun.”
***
Cindy Ella’s carriage dropped her at the entrance to
the grand ball room and she stepped lightly down to the
pavement. People began to stare at her immediately.
First of all she was alone, and in those days beautiful
women didn’t go anywhere alone. Secondly no one had
seen either her carriage nor her before. The Kingdom
wasn’t small, by any measure, but most of the nobles
knew each other.
This young woman was obviously of noble blood, but none
knew from where she came, or who she was. The men
stared because they’d never seen a woman so beautiful,
so alluring. Her breasts were so succulent looking, the
nipples clearly visible, and the dress almost falling
off of that perfect body. Erections began appearing
everywhere she went.
Women hated her on sight.
Cindy Ella saw the man announcing people as they
entered the ballroom, but she couldn’t give him her
real name. The answer to her problem came when there
was an argument about which couple should be announced
next. While the argument was settled, Cindy Ella
slipped past them and found herself in the midst of a
swirl of sound and color.
She knew how to dance, though she’d never been to a
ball before. Her father had danced with her when she
was a little girl, so she knew all the steps. She
watched enviously as couples swept past her, circling
gracefully as they went around the big dance floor.
She felt a tug at her elbow. She turned to see Prince
Rupert, heir to the realm, standing before her. She
froze in fright.
“Milady” the Prince bowed. “I’m delighted you have
decided to grace our presence with your beauty.”
Cindy Ella blushed and curtsied. “Thank you your
majesty.”
The Prince insisted that she dance with him. They fit
well, and found that each danced divinely. One dance
led to two, then to three. The Prince knew that he
should be dancing with lots of the women present, but
this lovely girl, in her revealing dress, had
captivated him.
Before he knew it an hour had passed and he had danced
with no one besides her. He was so besotted he hadn’t
even asked her what her name was. All he concentrated
on was getting her in his arms, and getting her to say
“yes” to another dance. As they danced they chatted and
he found her to be intelligent, kind, and capable of
talking about almost any subject.
As the Prince danced with Cindy Ella he felt blood
suffusing his face and something else on his body. She
was so beautiful, so soft. She smelled so good. She was
everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. Well, almost
everything. She was too small, too lithe and fragile
looking to be able to do what he wished she could do.
You see, the prince had a problem. Somewhere along the
way one of his ancestors must have had sex with a
horse, because what the prince had hanging between his
legs belonged on a horse. The tip wasn’t too bad, being
almost normal sized, but when stiff, the prince’s penis
was a full twelve inches long and quite possibly as big
around as a well grown cucumber.
While he’d been able to stuff it into the odd serving
girl occasionally, it was always painful for them.
About the best he could hope for was that he could get
a blow job now and then, but even that caused problems.
The girls could only get a few inches into their mouths
and if he pushed too lustily they choked and… well,
it wasn’t pretty. The prince had been looking for years
for a woman who could take his horse cock and he was
about resigned to having to settle for a basically
sexless life.
And this little slip of a girl in his arms tonight
could never even BEGIN to handle what he wanted to give
to her. None the less, his penis didn’t know that, and
as they danced, and as his hands slid over the soft
skin of her back, his unruly organ began to get ready
for some fun. He tried to push her away, to keep her
from feeling his hard-on, but she snuggled against him
even more, pressing those delightful almost naked
breasts against his tunic.
He wished he could take his coat and shirt off, to feel
those undoubtedly hot orbs against his chest. The
thought of that finished the job on his prick, which
now stood at full mast. Or tried to. It didn’t have
room in his tight pants to do much more than press
outward against Cindy Ella’s leg and abdomen.
Cindy Ella, for her part, was oblivious to what was
happening – at least at first. The feeling of a strong
man’s arms around her, and of her aching tingling
nipples pressing against his chest had reduced her to
quivering need for something she couldn’t quite put her
finger on. She was feeling things she’d never ever felt
before. She wished again that her outfit had included
panties. She was wet between her legs, and she could
feel little runnels of wetness running down her thighs.
As she concentrated on that feeling she suddenly
realized something was pressing against her in that
region of her body. At first she couldn’t identify what
it was. She pressed her body against it and she gasped
as she realized what it had to be. Cindy Ella had seen
a LOT of cocks in her young life. Her step mother and
step sisters were sluts of the first magnitude and
there was always a naked man hanging around the house
somewhere. But Cindy Ella had NEVER seen a cock that
would produce a bulge like the one currently pressing
against her. It had to be HUGE!
Still, they were in the middle of the dance floor. What
could he do here? And, to know that he was so aroused
by her made her feel… fluttery inside. More cream
escaped her wet pussy to run down her legs. Almost
unconsciously she pressed her abdomen gently against
the lump.
The Prince felt the pressure of her loins against his
and a dollop of his own cream oozed out of the tip of
his princely penis. He steered Cindy Ella to one side
of the large group of revelers, toward a thick curtain
that he knew covered a door. If he could only get this
wonderful girl alone for a few minutes, maybe things
would progress in a manner that would be satisfying to
them both.
Her arms were around him, and now he let both of his
hands slide across and down her back. Without thinking,
he let his hands slide lower… and lower… and lower,
until, to his vast surprise, he found they had slipped
inside her gown and he was now cupping two delightfully
firm and round buttocks.
He kept her moving toward the curtain.
Cindy Ella felt his big warm hands on her buttocks and
she sighed. She’d never imagined that a man’s hands on
her there could possibly feel so wonderful. She wished
the night could go on forever. With sadness she heard
the clock in the tower above her strike eleven times.
Prince Rupert reached the heavy drapes that covered the
door to the special audience room. He made one complete
turn while dancing, to see who was looking at them.
Earlier almost everyone had been watching the handsome
couple dancing, wondering who this ravishing creature
in his arms was. Now, an hour later, and after much
wine had been drunk, most of the dancers were paying
attention to their partners.
Making his decision he reluctantly pulled one hand out
of Cindy Ella’s gown, parted the drapes, and whisked
her through them, then through the door and into the
audience chamber.
Cindy Ella was at once both confused and a little
afraid. “Your Grace, what are you doing?” she pushed
him to arm’s length.
The prince knelt, looking up at her. “Fair maiden, you
have stolen my heart. I cannot resist your wiles, if
they are that, or your beauty. I must have some kisses
or I shall surely die.”
Cindy Ella had been all to aware of the massive thing
pressing against her as they danced, and she doubted
that kisses were all the Prince had in mind, but she
too was captive to the influences of lust and she
happily lifted her face to bring her cherry lips
against his.
Her kiss was, at first, a chaste one. After all, she
had no experience with kisses of any sort. Therefore,
the prince, who was expecting something a little
longer, was surprised when her lips pulled off of his.
His eyes popped open, at which point he promptly
stopped breathing. This was because in the process of
leaning forward to kiss him, the front of Cindy Ella’s
gown sagged and her luscious breasts with their jutting
nipples were exposed.
Rupert, though a gentleman through and through, was
consumed with lust. As if they belonged to someone
else, his hands rose to the straps of her gown and
flicked them, almost negligently sideways. The straps,
just as slippery as the rest of the dress, slid off her
shoulders, and the dress, much heavier than it looked,
dropped to the floor like a stone.
Cindy Ella stood, her mouth open, in all her glorious
nakedness. Rupert bent and found his face level with,
and about two inches away from two pert breasts with
extended nipples, both of which looked delicious. He
just HAD to taste them. He leaned forward and his lips
latched onto her left one.
Cindy Ella found out in another of those ‘thrices’ what
one of the changes was that Madge’s snowflakes had
made. No sooner had the Prince begun sucking on her
nipple than Cindy Ella had an orgasm.
Now she’d had them before. All girls her age have
figured out what feels good, and if they make
themselves feel good long enough they eventually
stumble into an orgasm. But this was something SO much
stronger that she was caught completely unprepared. Her
mind was overcome by the shattering pleasure that she
actually thought she might fly into pieces. Her knees
failed and she fell backwards. As luck would have it,
there was a padded throne right behind her, and her
naked buttocks hit the pad as her nipple was jerked
from Rupert’s mouth.
Both youngsters complained audibly at the loss of
contact. Rupert, being more in control of himself than
she, saw her fall back. As she landed, her legs flew
apart and there, before his stunned eyes, was the
prettiest, plumpest, pinkest pussy he had ever hoped to
see. Again lust overcame his self control and his head
darted forward to feast on the split peach in front of
him.
At that point, Cindy Ella found out about another
change Madge had made. As the Prince’s mouth fastened
firmly to her labia, and his tongue slithered into her
vaginal opening, his upper lip nudged her little teen
clitty. To her astonishment, this felt even BETTER than
his lips on her nipple had felt, and she tumbled into
another uncontrollable orgasm. Her hands flew to his
head, her fingers curled in his dark locks, and she
pulled hard.
Her low sexy voice began a groan, that turned to a
moan, that escalated to a wail and ended up sounding
like someone was dying violently. That orgasm rebounded
into another one as he continued to nurse and feast on
her pussy until both of them were completely breathless
and had to stop before they fainted dead away. Rupert
sagged back, sitting on his calves, while Cindy Ella
lay limp in the throne, splayed openly before him, like
a virgin sacrifice on an altar.
For several minutes the only sounds in the chamber were
their panting breaths as they filled their lungs over
and over again. Cindy Ella stared at the man who had
made her feel complete for the first time in her life.
She had always thought that the other women in her
house were sluts and whores who had no pride, no self
control and no taste.
She was still sure they had no taste, but as to the
rest, she began to see them in a new light. Her eyes
dropped to the front of Rupert’s pants, to the huge
bulge that was plainly visible there. She felt a need
deep in her belly, to see what was making that lump, to
feel it, to make love to it, to please him as he had
pleased her.
“Your highness, would you please divest yourself of
your trousers?” she said, no longer embarrassed by her
nudity. “I wish very much to ease your suffering as you
have eased mine.”
Rupert was torn. Lust still raged in his veins. But
there was a part of his mind that realized that what he
felt for this girl was more than just lust. He wanted
her to stay in his life forever. And if he split her
asunder with his lance of love, she would leave, like
all the others had.
“Alas, lovely lady, you have no true idea of what you
suggest.” he said sadly. “For I am… afflicted, if you
will, with a deformation that… well, frightens women.
“Do I seem like other women to you, highness?” she
asked sweetly.
He did not answer, but instead stood. With shaking
hands he unbelted his sword and let it fall to the
floor. As he unlaced his pants she surged forward, her
hands helping. She was impatient and his cock jerked
because of it. Her fingers scrabbled and tore until, in
one frantic jerk, she pulled his pants down to his
knees.
As she had been revealed to him before, now she
suddenly saw the object of her desire. Its effect on
her was intense. Her pussy clenched, feeling somehow
empty, though she’d never had anything other than her
finger inside her. And this was no finger.
She looked up at him calmly and said “I find this MOST
impressive. Surely it is the most magnificent I have
ever seen.”
Her words gave pause to the Prince. “You have seen
many?” he said, his voice tight. He wanted her to say
she’d never seen one at all.
Her gaze fell, but her answer was strong. “I have SEEN
many, your Majesty.” Now her gaze came up to meet his
and her eyes were clear and untroubled by signs of
dissembling. “But I have never FELT one against my
body, as I did earlier tonight.” She reached out with
both hands and curved them lightly around his bobbing
monster. “And I have never seen one that could possibly
be like the one I am currently enjoying the feel of.”
She said it as if she were surprised.
Now the prince was confused. “But if you’ve never felt
one against your body, that means you’re a…”
She looked at him without flinching. “Before tonight I
have neither touched, nor been touched by any man,
Sire.”
“Yet you wish to touch my manhood” he said, confused.
“More than anything” she said simply. Then, to repay
him for what he had done for her, she leaned forward
and slipped her lips over the head of his royal rod.
It was at this point that Cindy Ella found out what
else the magic snowflakes had done to her throat. She
ran her tongue all around the head of Rupert’s cock,
enjoying the satiny feel of the tight smooth skin
there, and playing with the tight folds of his
foreskin. But she had the strangest urge to get more of
his cock into her mouth, so she did.
That felt good, but she wanted more.
What she did astounded both her and Rupert as he gaped
down at her lovely head. She slid more and more into
her mouth until the head was in her throat. Still she
pressed forward and the Prince’s cock slid easily down
her throat until her nose nestled against his curly
brown pubes. As the tip reached clear past her vocal
chords, Cindy Ella felt a tremor start there and rocket
to her pussy. She would have gasped, had her throat not
been full of penis, but she was going to have an
orgasm!
Rupert was frozen in shock. Never in all his life had
any woman been able to take his entire cock into her
mouth and throat. And this one did it as if it were the
most natural thing in the world to do. He saw her
shudder and began to pull off of his throbbing boner.
But she only came up a couple of inches and then thrust
her head forward again, fucking his cock with her
throat. She shuddered harder and her hand flew between
her legs. Then she froze, dragging air in her nose
loudly and he realized she was cumming!
Still staring at this impossible scene, he felt the
first surge of his royal semen leave his balls. “Oh
no!” he gasped. “I’m cumming!” he shouted.
He was at once afraid he would kill this priceless
woman by choking her to death, but the unimagined
pleasure of what she was doing to him held him in
thrall. His prick began delivering his spend and he
felt her pull back just enough that her throat muscles
could swallow.
Then her head glided forward and backward three times,
milking him of every drop and swallowing his entire
production without a single drop leaving her mouth. At
last she pulled off, gasping for air as she fell back
against the throne. Her fingers pulled violently and
rapidly at her pussy lips as she massaged them.
It was then the big clock in the tallest tower of the
castle began to strike the tune that announced it was
eleven-thirty.
Cindy Ella panicked. She knew that in but a few
minutes, she would be her step-mother’s drudge again,
dirty, dressed in rags. She mustn’t let the Prince see
her that way. She grabbed her gown, stepped into it and
pressed the straps back onto her shoulders. “I’m to
sorry” she moaned. “I must go.”
The Prince was still recovering from the best orgasm
he’d ever had in his entire twenty years of life. He
was limp, and had no energy to match the panic that
surged in his own mind.
“NO!” he bellowed. “I Love you!” he shouted. “You
CANNOT go… I FORBID IT!!”
One couldn’t blame him too much for reverting to a
political statement. Such was his horror at the thought
of losing the love of his life.
But she ran on, wrenching the door open and dashing
through the curtain. “BUT WHO ARE YOU??” wailed the
prince as he struggled to make his limp body rise.
“HOW AM I TO FIND YOU??” he cried in anguish.
***
Cindy Ella almost made it back home before the clock
struck twelve. She was dismounting from her carriage
when it clanged to the pavement, only a pot again. Her
beautiful gown writhed all about her body and then
hung, tattered rags again. Her hair fell, limp around
her shoulders. She ran to the attic and flung herself
on her pallet, crying.
After a while, though, she got control of herself. This
was a night she’d remember for the rest of her life. No
one could take it away from her. Her hand went to her
breast, and she smiled as she felt the distended and
ultra sensitive nipple he had sucked on.
Madge had said the physical changes would remain. She
spoke, and her voice was still low and sultry. Then she
tried sounding like her old self. It took a little
practice, but soon she sounded just as she had always
sounded. She decided she deserved one more orgasm
before she slept. All she had to do was squeeze and
roll her nipples.
***
His guests were astonished when the girl who had been
dancing with Prince Rupert dashed through their midst,
crying. No one thought to stop her. Then, moments later
they were even more astounded when Rupert himself came
staggering out through the curtain, half dressed,
bellowing that someone stop the girl.
There was a flurry of activity, all of it unproductive,
but the whole incident provided the kind of opportunity
for gossip that a kingdom just thrives on. Rupert
wouldn’t talk of it, but everyone wondered what had
happened in the audience chamber, and who the
mysterious girl was who so upset their Prince.
As for Rupert, he managed to make it almost a month
before he couldn’t stand it any further. His spies had
found nothing. No one knew from where the girl came,
nor where she could have gone. The guards at the gate
swore that no girl of any kind had left the village
after midnight on the night of the ball. In fact, no
one had entered or left the village that night. So
Rupert knew that she had to be somewhere in the
village. He went to talk to his Parents, the King and
Queen.
The King had only one question for his son. “How will
you know it is she when you find her?” It was a sign of
Rupert’s distress that, despite the fact that his
mother was quietly sitting nearby, he willingly
described what this girl had been capable of doing with
her mouth and throat. He did have the decency to blush.
His father stuttered and stammered.
His mother stood up and said “It is simple. You will
have to announce that you wish to marry this mystery
girl. Any girl who wishes to claim her place beside you
will have to be able to repeat the feat you have so
well described.” She tugged at her husband’s sleeve.
“We must leave Rupert to see to the logistics of all
this. Come with me dear. I wish to… discuss this…
yes, hurry now dear.” She was flushed as she left the
room, dragging the King along behind her.
The announcement went out that any girl who could
repeat what the unidentified girl had done that night –
that is, take Rupert’s sexual member completely into
her throat – would be his wife.
Many girls came, claiming to have been the mystery
girl. Most changed their minds immediately when the
object they were required to fellate was shown to them.
Only five actually tried it.
Rupert knew none of them were his love.
He decided that he would have to tour the village to
find her, since she was either hiding from him, or had
not heard of his pledge of marriage. He worried that
she was married, and could not step forward, but then
remembered her claim that she was a virgin. He believed
she was with every fiber of his heart.
His mother doubted that. His description of what they
had done together had rekindled fires in her that had
been banked for many years. As a result of her renewed
interests, she thought it might be possible that Rupert
might have a little brother or sister before long. But
she doubted strongly that a woman who could do the
things Rupert described could be a virgin.
None the less, she assented to accompany her son on his
search for his one true love.
For days they went from house to house, demanding to
see every woman of an age less than thirty who resided
there. Many were obviously not the woman he sought. One
or two offered to try his test. They wished they had
not.
Then they came to the house of Gerda, Maude and Vera.
None of them had heard of the Prince’s offer, having
stayed in the house drinking and fucking every day
since the ball. When they heard that any who passed “a
test” would be his wife, Gerda stepped forward
immediately and said “Oh Prince, I cannot stay away
from you further. It is I you seek.”
Queen Alana stepped forward. “I believe my son
stipulated women under the age of thirty. As anyone can
plainly see, you have seen at least sixty summers.”
Gerda was incensed. She was only 49, after all. But
she’d been used and abused for a long time, and it had
affected her mind.
Vera was next. “You must pardon our mother your
majesty” she said smoothly. “She was kicked in the head
by a horse and sometimes isn’t herself. In truth, it
was I who danced with you that night.”
Queen Alana sighed and whispered in her son’s ear. He
smiled and said “Surely then, you will pass the test
and I will marry you.”
Vera, full of confidence, said “And what is your test,
your highness?”
Rupert bared his member, which hung almost to his knee,
even soft, and said “Slide the entire length of this
penis into your throat and you shall be my bride.”
Now Vera had sucked many a penis. She thought herself
an expert of the highest degree. So, with a smile, she
got to her knees and engulfed the head of her Prince’s
penis. She WAS quite accomplished, and her initial
efforts resulted in Rupert’s prick rising to it’s full
state of erection.
But she couldn’t get more than five or six inches down
her throat. Every time she tried she gagged, then
choked, then coughed. It soon became evident that she
could not do it.
She was roughly pushed aside by her sister, Maude, who
had become quite excited at the sight of her sister
trying to swallow the royal prick. Since Maude, quite
erroneously, thought she was a much better cock sucker
than her sister, the fact that Vera was able to get
almost half of it down her fat throat made Maude sure
she could do the whole thing.
So, when she went for the gold ring, so to speak, she
was a little over zealous. She dove at the phallus of
stone and managed to lodge it in her throat so tightly
that she couldn’t pull off of it. Nor could she
breathe. In a short four minutes the Prince’s cock was
jerked from her throat by the weight of her unconscious
body falling limply to the floor. For some reason Queen
Alana smiled when this happened.
“Are there OTHER women in this house?” she asked.
Gerda, wondering if she might be able to get some
settlement from the Royal family for the death of her
daughter, shook her head “No.”
***
Cindy Ella heard noises in the kitchen. There was a
male voice. Usually she ignored them, but this one
sounded familiar somehow, and familiar in a good way.
Who could it be?
***
The Prince and his mother turned to leave when there
was a movement in the hallway. Cindy Ella stuck just
her head in the kitchen to see whose voice she’d heard.
She gasped when she saw Prince Rupert in her step
mother’s kitchen.
Queen Alana said “And who is this?” her voice carried
the promise that unpleasant things might begin to
happen any minute.
Gerda snorted “That’s only Cindy Ella. She’s of no
interest to you, your highness.”
Queen Alana stared at Gerda. “I believe I will be the
one to determine who is… and is not… of interest to
me.”
Bad things were definitely going to happen. Gerda
started to edge toward the hallway. A soldier just
happened to be in her way. Queen Alana gestured at
Cindy Ella to come into the kitchen.
“Who are you girl?” she said. As Cindy Ella came into
the room Alana frowned in disappointment. This couldn’t
be the girl her son was seeking. She was too young, too
slight to have done the things her son had described.
“My name is Cindy Ella,” came the girl’s voice.
Rupert’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “That voice!”
he said. He looked hard at the girl, who was dirty and
dressed in rags. “Say something else!” he barked.
The girl held her head high. “I am ashamed that your
majesty finds me appearing thus.” she said with
dignity. “I have no finery in which to honor your visit
to this house.” she finished.
Rupert was staring open mouthed. “It’s you” he
whispered. “IT’S YOU!!” He turned to his mother.
“THAT’S HER… SHE’S THE ONE… SHE’S…” he stopped
speechless.
Queen Alana frowned again. How could this be? How could
this slip of a girl appear at the ball in a gown like
she’d seen. She was just a girl! And she was a drudge!
She smiled grimly. “Well, then, she should be able to
pass the test easily, my son.”
“Test?” said Cindy Ella.
Rupert blushed. “Um, I sort of told them what we did…
what you did… that no other girl has ever been able
to do?”
Cindy Ella lowered her eyes, blushing through the dirt
on her face. “Oh… that.” she said.
“Uh, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how else to find
you.” Rupert seemed to be floundering and his mother
was looking at him like he had two heads. Rupert went
on. “Do you think maybe you could… um… do it again?
To show them that you can? So we can get married?”
“Married!?” Cindy Ella looked back up. When he nodded,
she said “Your Grace, you are my Prince, and I will do
as you command.”
Once again Rupert exposed his massive cock. Queen Alana
watched as the girl lifted it gently, carefully, and
began to kiss and lick the head. She nibbled and sucked
at it in a way that made Alana’s own pussy begin to
weep.
The Royal phallus got hard. Then it got harder and soon
it jutted away from him like the shaft of some spear
he’d been skewered with.
Then, with no fanfare, and no trick that Alana could
see with her bulging eyes, this tiny girl put Rupert’s
cock in her mouth and swallowed it whole. Alana
couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw Cindy Ella’s
throat swell. Her son groaned and she glanced at him,
only to see his head back, his eyes closed.
“That’s definitely her!” he groaned firmly.
Cindy Ella stayed on just long enough to have a quick
orgasm, but not enough to get Rupert off. She slowly
let his cock slither out of her throat as he began
complaining. As she let his cock slip out of her mouth
completely he was reaching for her head.
“But I’m not finished yet” he moaned.
“Your majesty!” she said firmly. “The test was to see
if it fit. That test has been accomplished. The last
time we met I believe we let our emotions get the
better of us, to my embarrassment. Should you wish to
‘finish’ this I suggest we repair to some place, more
private.
He grinned and reached out his hand to her.
“After we are married.” she finished.
Queen Alana laughed out loud at the look on her son’s
face when he realized that he’d found the woman who
could satisfy him, but that he’d get no satisfaction
that day. She turned to Cindy Ella, who stood proudly
in the kitchen, despite the fact she was filthy and
dressed in rags.
“I like you already” she said simply. “Let’s get you
cleaned up and dressed in something that befits your
new station.” She held out her hand, and Cindy Ella
took it.
“NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!” Shouted Gerda. Queen
Alana turned a frosty stare on the woman and she went
on less loudly. “What am I gonna do without Cindy Ella?
She does all the work. We need her here. What do we
get?”
Alana turned to the Captain of the guard who
accompanied them. “If this woman says another word…
EVER… you are to cut her tongue out and bring it to
me wrapped in the skin that currently covers her right
breast.”
The Captain didn’t bat an eye. “YES YOUR MAJESTY” he
stated.
The Queen pulled Cindy Ella’s arm and they left.
***
Cindy Ella was given rooms in the guest wing of the
castle. Beautiful gowns appeared, as if by magic. She
was led to a large pool of steaming fragrant water,
where she bathed for an hour. She ate dinner with the
King and Queen, they saying that they needed to get to
know their daughter-in-law to be. By the end of dinner
the wedding had been planned and they knew that they’d
love her as their own daughter.
Rupert, of course, was smitten. Like any man in love,
he acted the idiot, following her around, pining after
her when she wasn’t in the room, suggesting that they
should get married that very night.
In the end, Cindy Ella took pity on him. She let him
get her alone in a room with many pillows and cushions.
She let his hands wander. She let him pinch and suck
her nipples, giving her several orgasms. He begged her
to finish what had been started at her old house.
But Cindy Ella remembered that at the same time the
magic snowflakes had altered her throat, another bunch
of them had disappeared between her legs. She had a
suspicion that there was one more thing Madge had
changed about her and she couldn’t wait for the wedding
to find out.
Which is how Rupert ended up with his princely prick
buried in Cindy Ella’s welcoming pussy. He sighed with
contentment as the little head of his monster poker
snuggled its way through her cervix and into her womb
where it happily spat and splattered his royal seed all
over the place.
He’d found his perfect fit in life.
And they all lived happily ever after…
