Cinderella TUG (F/F) and (MM/FFF)
Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:18 am
The Prince hadn’t meant to snoop. In fact, he’d never done anything of the sort, outside of sneaking cookies from the palace kitchen as a child. And occasionally, as a man. But here he was in the chateau of complete strangers, wandering down the halls and pondering if he’d ever find his true love. As real as she was the night before, now she seemed like nothing more than a wonderful dream he’d awoken from far too soon.
He berated himself for the hundredth time for not asking for her hand last night. Or at least where she was from. If you’d even thought to ask her name you wouldn’t be aimlessly searching the kingdom now, he thought with a furrowed brow. But he hadn’t done any of those things. Muted by her beauty, charm, and grace, they’d spent the entire ball dancing and talking of everything else that he thought was so important. They spoke of her father, whom she’d loved more than anyone in the world, his mother, who he missed dearly, their likes, their dislikes, their dreams, their hopes, the way they saw the world and what they hoped the world could be. And it all had been so wonderful…at least until they’d heard the untimely chime of midnight from the grand clock.
He remembered the maiden looked startled at first, but she quickly regained her senses and took off in a run. She mumbled apologies back to him as she fled, and he for his part kept up behind her well enough. That is, until he reached the ballroom and was swarmed by other women and men, desperate to make a good impression on their future monarch. By the time he was able to weed through the crowd and reach the steps of the palace, he’d caught a final glance of her blue gown stepping inside her round, pearly carriage before the four regal horses sped her away into the night. His heart sank as he watched her go, and his knees nearly buckled beneath him. But as he resigned to return to the ball, brokenhearted and inconsolable, he caught sight of something that excited within him a glimmer of hope. A single slipper, made of purest glass shimmered on the staircase. He knew it belonged to her, he had seen them as a matching set upon her feet. And, picking it up, he began to form a plan.
He’d sought out his best friend and closest companion since childhood, the grand duke’s son and recruited him for his mission. He would travel the throughout the kingdom the following day, trying the slipper on the foot of every maiden who’d attended the ball. Surely the memory of her face, plus the slipper as confirmation, would be enough to find the love of his life again. And while the grand duke’s son agreed to help him, he stipulated one thing. That he should lead the search, accompanied by several knights for regal company, and that the prince should come in disguise.
“Every girl will claim she’s the one,” the duke’s son explained. “once they see you on their doorsteps. Let me try the slipper on the ladies, keep your face hidden and stay close to the knights. That way you can still see the maidens and we can find the real girl of your dreams.”
The Prince agreed this was probably best. And sure enough, the next morning when the royal entourage rode out, His Majesty rode near the back, with a long cloak of blue concealing the royal crest on his coat and a hood that shadowed his chestnut curls and striking blue eyes.
They’d visited countless homes, tried the slipper on too many girls to count. None of them fit the glass. And the Prince wasn’t surprised when they didn’t. He’d seen all of their faces, and though some had the same color hair, eyes, or the same shape as his love, he knew none of them were her.
And neither were the two maidens in the chateau he was at now. A fact he was indeed grateful for. Both were fair of face, but certainly spoiled, loud, and vile of heart. The first had snatched the slipper from the duke’s son so quickly it nearly fell from her hand and broke. He couldn’t bear to watch the spectacle, so he nodded to the duke’s son and sadly retired, intending to tend to the horses while he waited for another announcement of failure. But this chateau was so large, he’d easily gotten turned around, and so he walked down this hall and that, hoping to find a way out.
Before he could try another hall, a strange noise coming from the corridor right of him caught his attention. Of course it is wrong to go through another’s home, he thought. Of course it is not becoming to snoop. But still….if he wasn’t mistaken, the strange noise sounded like it was made by a person and he felt uneasy.
So he turned and followed the growing noise. Yes, he was sure it was a person, a girl’s voice. Though he could hear no words. Not until he drew closer and found himself near an open arch, leading to room near the back of the chateau. The Prince crept closer and peered silently into the next room, and nearly gasped from shock.
An older, matronly woman stood staunchly behind a young maiden, tying a dirty cloth around the poor girl’s mouth as she struggled. The girl’s wrists were bound behind her and the back of the chair she was sat in with brown rope. Her ankles were tied the same way under her faded blue and torn dress.
“Be still you wretch!” The woman commanded, knotting the cloth behind her golden, frizzy curls. Still, she struggled and tried to speak, though her muffled cries were hardly audible behind the gag. She stared back at the woman with full, brown eyes and pulled at her bonds while the woman snickered and walked to stand in front of her.
“Since you’re so very fond of fairytales, I shall tell you one as my parting gift to you my dear. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman, who married for love. She had two beautiful daughters, and lived happily for a time, until her husband died leaving her and her girls destitute and alone. The second time she married, she married for comfort, to a man with a simpering girl child, who’s hair was golden like the sun and eyes brown as amber. He too, perished. So the woman, in an attempt to make a life for herself and her children, kept up his manor by cutting costs. She dismissed the servants and the cook and delegated their duties to his young daughter, in an effort to teach her some humility and decency. Yet somehow, the girl grew lovelier as the days turned to years, and her sunny disposition did not change. How sickening. And then, one day, the Prince of their kingdom decided to give a ball to celebrate his return after a long journey. It was well known that His Majesty would be looking for a bride at this celebration, so the woman jumped at the chance to present her daughters before royalty. But, what the woman didn’t know, was that her dear stepdaughter planned to exact her revenge that night, and spoil any chances the woman and her daughters may have at happiness.”
“Mmmmph!! Mmmpph mmmmph mmmph!” the girl shook her head and pulled at her bonds frantically. But the woman sneered at her.
“Oh yes! She hatched her own plot! She used witchcraft to gain a dress, shoes, a carriage and all and snuck herself into the ball! She danced all night with the prince, and somehow managed to ensnare his heart. She came home with all the intention of leaving again, running right back into his open arms. Into his lovely palace and world of servants, balls, and glory. But little did she know, her stepmother had discovered her dirty little secret.”
The woman turned and grasped an item from the table behind her and held in front of the girls face. The girl and Prince’s eyes grew wide as they looked upon the second glass slipper.
“Mmmhmm, mmhm shmmph,” she cried. The woman laughed and glared at her.
“I don’t know how you managed to get this. Nor how you pulled off this elaborate scheme. But it doesn’t matter now. Now my dear, I’m sure you’re eager to know just how this story ends. Well, the Prince searched the kingdom for his fair maiden, and finally he reached the home where she lived. He tried the slipper on both the girls, but of course the shoe did not fit either. But that was okay. Because their mother had the other slipper. And that alone would be a piece of evidence even the Prince could not ignore. He took the mother and her daughter’s back to her palace, and after getting to know the girls better, soon he forgot all about the witch that had entranced him and took one of the girls as his wife. The other was taken by the grand duke’s son, gaining the second highest position in the kingdom. And the girls and their mother lived the rest of their days in riches and comfort. Happily ever after.”
“And as for the young witch,” she said, pinching the girls cheek much too hard. “The woman left her in her father’s chateau. She bound her to a chair to prevent her from using her spells against them, and time passed slowly. She sat alone, with no voice to cry for help, and she died alone. Perhaps she starved to death. Perhaps the town drunks found her and had their way with her. Or perhaps a fire, left by hot coals in the hearth, started and burned her and her sunny, sugary sweet face up. That is still a mystery.
“Mmmmph!!” she screamed, though even that was muffled to nearly nothing by the gag. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for her freedom. The Prince could feel his blood boiling, but stayed silent and continued to listen, fearful any harm should come to the girl.
The woman listen to her muffled pleas in silence for a moment before taking a handful of the girls hair and bringing her dirty, lovely face close to hers.
“You really love him, don’t you?” she asked.
The girl nodded, still crying. “Plmmmph. Lmmm mmmph gmmmph.”
The woman snickered and pulled tigher at the girl’s hair, making her whimper in pain.
“You see Cinderella, that’s the sweetest part of all. Not only will you die here, tied up and all alone. But even better, you’ll never get a chance to tell the Prince you love him. He’ll die thinking you never loved him, but used him for a night of pleasure and ran away. You’ll never see him again. And soon enough, he’ll release he never could’ve loved a dirty, scullery maid like you anyway.”
The woman tossed the girls head to the side and stalked away with sick, cruel smile plastered on her face. The girl gave way to her sobs and stopped struggling. The Prince had just enough time to duck behind a corner in the hall, but he watched as the woman shut the double doors that led to their kitchen and locked them with her set of iron keys. She sauntered away with no notice he was there.
But the Prince was enraged and angry tears threatened to spill from his own eyes. He’d read about witches that were cruel and unfeeling, but never believed he’d meet one in real life. Soon the anger he felt mingled into worry. The girl he loved was only a few feet away, tied up and locked in a room he knew he’d never be able to break into. Worse still, she believed it was possible he didn’t care for her. He knew he couldn’t love her more if tried and his heart hurt just knowing she was hurting.
At that moment he raced back down the halls the way he came, taking care to stay quiet. But more determined then ever.
“Have faith Ella,” he thought, while concocting a new plan. “I love you, and I swear on my life I’ll rescue you.”
TBC
He berated himself for the hundredth time for not asking for her hand last night. Or at least where she was from. If you’d even thought to ask her name you wouldn’t be aimlessly searching the kingdom now, he thought with a furrowed brow. But he hadn’t done any of those things. Muted by her beauty, charm, and grace, they’d spent the entire ball dancing and talking of everything else that he thought was so important. They spoke of her father, whom she’d loved more than anyone in the world, his mother, who he missed dearly, their likes, their dislikes, their dreams, their hopes, the way they saw the world and what they hoped the world could be. And it all had been so wonderful…at least until they’d heard the untimely chime of midnight from the grand clock.
He remembered the maiden looked startled at first, but she quickly regained her senses and took off in a run. She mumbled apologies back to him as she fled, and he for his part kept up behind her well enough. That is, until he reached the ballroom and was swarmed by other women and men, desperate to make a good impression on their future monarch. By the time he was able to weed through the crowd and reach the steps of the palace, he’d caught a final glance of her blue gown stepping inside her round, pearly carriage before the four regal horses sped her away into the night. His heart sank as he watched her go, and his knees nearly buckled beneath him. But as he resigned to return to the ball, brokenhearted and inconsolable, he caught sight of something that excited within him a glimmer of hope. A single slipper, made of purest glass shimmered on the staircase. He knew it belonged to her, he had seen them as a matching set upon her feet. And, picking it up, he began to form a plan.
He’d sought out his best friend and closest companion since childhood, the grand duke’s son and recruited him for his mission. He would travel the throughout the kingdom the following day, trying the slipper on the foot of every maiden who’d attended the ball. Surely the memory of her face, plus the slipper as confirmation, would be enough to find the love of his life again. And while the grand duke’s son agreed to help him, he stipulated one thing. That he should lead the search, accompanied by several knights for regal company, and that the prince should come in disguise.
“Every girl will claim she’s the one,” the duke’s son explained. “once they see you on their doorsteps. Let me try the slipper on the ladies, keep your face hidden and stay close to the knights. That way you can still see the maidens and we can find the real girl of your dreams.”
The Prince agreed this was probably best. And sure enough, the next morning when the royal entourage rode out, His Majesty rode near the back, with a long cloak of blue concealing the royal crest on his coat and a hood that shadowed his chestnut curls and striking blue eyes.
They’d visited countless homes, tried the slipper on too many girls to count. None of them fit the glass. And the Prince wasn’t surprised when they didn’t. He’d seen all of their faces, and though some had the same color hair, eyes, or the same shape as his love, he knew none of them were her.
And neither were the two maidens in the chateau he was at now. A fact he was indeed grateful for. Both were fair of face, but certainly spoiled, loud, and vile of heart. The first had snatched the slipper from the duke’s son so quickly it nearly fell from her hand and broke. He couldn’t bear to watch the spectacle, so he nodded to the duke’s son and sadly retired, intending to tend to the horses while he waited for another announcement of failure. But this chateau was so large, he’d easily gotten turned around, and so he walked down this hall and that, hoping to find a way out.
Before he could try another hall, a strange noise coming from the corridor right of him caught his attention. Of course it is wrong to go through another’s home, he thought. Of course it is not becoming to snoop. But still….if he wasn’t mistaken, the strange noise sounded like it was made by a person and he felt uneasy.
So he turned and followed the growing noise. Yes, he was sure it was a person, a girl’s voice. Though he could hear no words. Not until he drew closer and found himself near an open arch, leading to room near the back of the chateau. The Prince crept closer and peered silently into the next room, and nearly gasped from shock.
An older, matronly woman stood staunchly behind a young maiden, tying a dirty cloth around the poor girl’s mouth as she struggled. The girl’s wrists were bound behind her and the back of the chair she was sat in with brown rope. Her ankles were tied the same way under her faded blue and torn dress.
“Be still you wretch!” The woman commanded, knotting the cloth behind her golden, frizzy curls. Still, she struggled and tried to speak, though her muffled cries were hardly audible behind the gag. She stared back at the woman with full, brown eyes and pulled at her bonds while the woman snickered and walked to stand in front of her.
“Since you’re so very fond of fairytales, I shall tell you one as my parting gift to you my dear. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman, who married for love. She had two beautiful daughters, and lived happily for a time, until her husband died leaving her and her girls destitute and alone. The second time she married, she married for comfort, to a man with a simpering girl child, who’s hair was golden like the sun and eyes brown as amber. He too, perished. So the woman, in an attempt to make a life for herself and her children, kept up his manor by cutting costs. She dismissed the servants and the cook and delegated their duties to his young daughter, in an effort to teach her some humility and decency. Yet somehow, the girl grew lovelier as the days turned to years, and her sunny disposition did not change. How sickening. And then, one day, the Prince of their kingdom decided to give a ball to celebrate his return after a long journey. It was well known that His Majesty would be looking for a bride at this celebration, so the woman jumped at the chance to present her daughters before royalty. But, what the woman didn’t know, was that her dear stepdaughter planned to exact her revenge that night, and spoil any chances the woman and her daughters may have at happiness.”
“Mmmmph!! Mmmpph mmmmph mmmph!” the girl shook her head and pulled at her bonds frantically. But the woman sneered at her.
“Oh yes! She hatched her own plot! She used witchcraft to gain a dress, shoes, a carriage and all and snuck herself into the ball! She danced all night with the prince, and somehow managed to ensnare his heart. She came home with all the intention of leaving again, running right back into his open arms. Into his lovely palace and world of servants, balls, and glory. But little did she know, her stepmother had discovered her dirty little secret.”
The woman turned and grasped an item from the table behind her and held in front of the girls face. The girl and Prince’s eyes grew wide as they looked upon the second glass slipper.
“Mmmhmm, mmhm shmmph,” she cried. The woman laughed and glared at her.
“I don’t know how you managed to get this. Nor how you pulled off this elaborate scheme. But it doesn’t matter now. Now my dear, I’m sure you’re eager to know just how this story ends. Well, the Prince searched the kingdom for his fair maiden, and finally he reached the home where she lived. He tried the slipper on both the girls, but of course the shoe did not fit either. But that was okay. Because their mother had the other slipper. And that alone would be a piece of evidence even the Prince could not ignore. He took the mother and her daughter’s back to her palace, and after getting to know the girls better, soon he forgot all about the witch that had entranced him and took one of the girls as his wife. The other was taken by the grand duke’s son, gaining the second highest position in the kingdom. And the girls and their mother lived the rest of their days in riches and comfort. Happily ever after.”
“And as for the young witch,” she said, pinching the girls cheek much too hard. “The woman left her in her father’s chateau. She bound her to a chair to prevent her from using her spells against them, and time passed slowly. She sat alone, with no voice to cry for help, and she died alone. Perhaps she starved to death. Perhaps the town drunks found her and had their way with her. Or perhaps a fire, left by hot coals in the hearth, started and burned her and her sunny, sugary sweet face up. That is still a mystery.
“Mmmmph!!” she screamed, though even that was muffled to nearly nothing by the gag. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for her freedom. The Prince could feel his blood boiling, but stayed silent and continued to listen, fearful any harm should come to the girl.
The woman listen to her muffled pleas in silence for a moment before taking a handful of the girls hair and bringing her dirty, lovely face close to hers.
“You really love him, don’t you?” she asked.
The girl nodded, still crying. “Plmmmph. Lmmm mmmph gmmmph.”
The woman snickered and pulled tigher at the girl’s hair, making her whimper in pain.
“You see Cinderella, that’s the sweetest part of all. Not only will you die here, tied up and all alone. But even better, you’ll never get a chance to tell the Prince you love him. He’ll die thinking you never loved him, but used him for a night of pleasure and ran away. You’ll never see him again. And soon enough, he’ll release he never could’ve loved a dirty, scullery maid like you anyway.”
The woman tossed the girls head to the side and stalked away with sick, cruel smile plastered on her face. The girl gave way to her sobs and stopped struggling. The Prince had just enough time to duck behind a corner in the hall, but he watched as the woman shut the double doors that led to their kitchen and locked them with her set of iron keys. She sauntered away with no notice he was there.
But the Prince was enraged and angry tears threatened to spill from his own eyes. He’d read about witches that were cruel and unfeeling, but never believed he’d meet one in real life. Soon the anger he felt mingled into worry. The girl he loved was only a few feet away, tied up and locked in a room he knew he’d never be able to break into. Worse still, she believed it was possible he didn’t care for her. He knew he couldn’t love her more if tried and his heart hurt just knowing she was hurting.
At that moment he raced back down the halls the way he came, taking care to stay quiet. But more determined then ever.
“Have faith Ella,” he thought, while concocting a new plan. “I love you, and I swear on my life I’ll rescue you.”
TBC