Sex Slave Cinderella (butterfly0408/LifeonMars)

[butterfly0408]

"Paige!! PAIGE!!!!"

It was the same wake up call she heard every morning. Still sore from the night before, Paige groaned as she rolled over on her makeshift bed of straw and an old sheet on the stone floor of the kitchen storage room. She knew she had to rise before they called again or she'd suffer dearly for it later. And so with a sigh, she sat herself up, pausing a moment, before wobbling her way to her feet. She could not recall when she had crawled her way to her bed last night, but looking down at least she did it with her clothing still on.

No time to dilly dally any longer as she quickly climbed the few steps into the kitchen. Cook was so kind to already have the breakfast trays ready for her. Everyone within the house knew how she suffered and tried their best to make her life as easy as they could for her when they could. "Thank you Rebecca," the fair, dark haired beauty smiled pleasantly to the plump cook as she went to pick up the trays... all four of them. She had become very good at balancing things in the last three years since her father passed away. That was when she went from being a lady of the house to a servant of the house. Among other things.

She quickly took the trays towards the stairs. The first stop was her first stepsister's room, Danella. She demanded a new night cap from the markets today. Something pink and frilly. Her pale purple one did not please her anymore. "Yes stepsister."

The second stop was across the hall to her other stepsister's room, Lydia. As Paige laid her tray down, Lydia demanded a new hairbrush from the market... her's had hair in it. Heaven forbid, thought Paige once her back was turned to leave and she was able to roll her eyes.

The last stop was in the master bedroom, where her stepmother and her... she didn't quite know what to call him. He was not her stepfather for they were not yet married, though the wedding was going to apparently be the event of the year when it happened in two months time. So what to call her. Perhaps her father's murder. Everyone with a brain in their head knew it, yet no one dare do or even just say anything about it. Not even she. Especially she.

Her sweet father had married Juliet, her stepmother, after a long hard period of mourning when her real mother passed away. It was a long time ago, but she could still recall that her mother was sweet and fair. When her father died, Juliet had her lover in her bed withing the week afterward. No time of moaning, no dressing in all black. It was a week after that Paige realized just how much her life had changed in less then a month's time...

She pushed open the door and greeted them bow with a curtsy and bow of her head, "Good morning... mistress. Good morning master."

 

[Life on Mars]

The sound of Paige's voice woke Robert from his slumber, his face buried in the pillow underneath him and his naked body tangled in the sheets. Groaning from the monumental effort of getting out of bed he turned to look pretty little stepdaughter, or better yet his pretty little slave.

Good morning Paige," he replied with a yawn, sitting up in the bed and making no effort to hide his body. After all, she had seen more than her fair share of his form just last night at the beck and call of himself and her stepmother. They had put Paige through her paces thoroughly last night, sating their lusts and mutual love of domination on each other and on the sweet young thing before him. He had secured a good household for himself here, there was no doubt of that.

Of course it wasn't always like this. He had been a gentleman all his life, though having been from one of the less prestigious families he was forced to find other ways to support himself, only his wits and good looks getting him by. He had been with many lovers, well practiced in the arts of lust and of the darker temptations of the human body. It was on one of those occasions that he met Julia, a match surly crafted just for him.

She had been easy to win over, though that might have been she was using him as much as he had with her. She was looking for a way of doing away with that stick-in-the-mud husband of hers, and though his methods were something Robert would carry to his grave he had been more than eager to help. Now he had a home, a mistress, and at her stepmothers own demand, a slave to cater to his every whim.

"Well what are you waiting for?" He demanded, "bring our breakfast and pour us something to drink."

 

[butterfly0408]

"Yes Master," Paige said with another curtsy as she came across the room towards them, "Shall you prefer to eat in bed or at the table?"

"Bed you fool!" Juliet commented as she made her presence known for the first time. She as smile and a groan, she moved to snuggle up against her beloved husband's side. Well, as close to love as her black heart could get. Lust was more like it. The only thing she was really capable of loving was herself. Not even her own daughters had her love, only affection.

"Of course mistress. Forgive me for my foolishness," Paige commented, keeping her eyes lowered at all times. Juliet had given her strict orders to never look her in the eyes. It was a way of showing her dominance and always remind Paige that she was the mistress of the house and therefore better then her in all ways. With skill long developed over the last few years, Paige was able to swiftly set up the small lap tables for both her stepmother and stepfather as well as lay the trays out upon it neatly, without spilling a single drop. Turning, she went to the cabinet they kept in their room and poured them both there morning drinks. Only the best for the likes of them. Fine wine even with their eggs and bacon.

Taking a step back, she stood there waiting to be dismissed or ordered something more. Of course, it was an order first. "Paige, when you go to the market this morning, buy some rope."

Paige went pale and stiff at once. "Rope mistress?" The thought of what it was for made her sick.

"Yes Paige. Rope. You know the kind we like to use. But something a little stronger. You are getting to use to it. You have been able to move the last few times. I want you still when I tie you up for your beatings." Juliet sipped at her wine, acting like this was normal conversation. In this house, it was. "And what do you want love?" Juliet leaned in and kissed Robert deeply and moaned a little, "What does my husband want?"

Paige wanted to be sick right there and then. Her father had to be rolling in his grave.

 

[Life on Mars]

Robert returned the kiss eagerly, his hand gripper her bottom lewdly and with no restraint. As always there was a small struggle for domination, the lover's twisted personalities seeping into everything they did including such displays of "affection". Had Paige not been there to take the brunt of their aggression, to act as an outlet for their darker desires one could only imagine what the two would do to each other.

"A new riding crop," he told his wife, not looking at Paige but enjoying the sense of shame radiating from her. "The one we have now was made by someone who showed to much mercy towards their pets. We need something with more kick to it." He sneered at Paige, "And God help you if you pick a weak one girl. Pick out something strong, less I see to it you remain tied for the remainder of the week." He would enjoy the thought of her buying a new crop, torn between pleasing her masters and protecting her own bottom. Of course he might just carry through with his thread regardless of what she brought him.

His hand slipped under the sheets, teasing Juliet's clit in memory of what they had done last night. "Hmm, but Paige did give us some pleasure last night love. Shall we be merciful and let her off now, or have her stay and help us 'wake up' this morning?" Oh, false hope. The corner of training and good slave.

 

[butterfly0408]

Paige stood there, knowing even before her stepmother spoke that she was not going to be happy. By now, she knew Juliet and Robert more then they knew she did. And one thing she knew about her stepmother was she did not like to share. Not at much as Robert did.

"HA!" Juliet shoved at him and went about starting to eat the food before her. "You know I don't like that kind of thing Robert. I just don't!" Juliet didn't like it because in the daylight, Robert could see Paige clearly. She was no fool. She knew her slave was a beauty. She often thought about ruining her pretty face, but it would bring up far to many questions. They pushed it enough as it was. She simply would not allow her husband to be able to see Paige while pleasuring himself in light. That was how one got attached, and she'd never let that happen. Just like she never let him use her on his own. She was the mastermind and she had to keep all her puppets on their strings. Even him.

"Get going Paige!" Juliet pointed a stern finger towards the door. "And may the lord help you if you are not back by lunch to serve us! We shall eat in the dining room today. GO!"

Paige quickly bobbed another curtsy as she backed out of the room. Happy that her step mother had not changed her mind about things like that. With her orders for the market, Paige quickly went down to the kitchen, informing cook about the details of lunch. She knew Rebecca would have everything ready for her to serve the family she was no longer a part of, and as always, she was thankful for that. Donning her cloak, and taking up her basket, she made the walk to town. She had mastered a pace to get here there in a half an hour by now since this was a daily trek. That gave her just about two hours to get the things on her list before she had to start back home to make it in time. Getting the hair brush and the sleeping cap was the easy part. It was the rope and the riding crop she dreaded the most. She had plenty of time still before then and so she took some time to just walk about and enjoy the little bit of time that felt like she was still free.

 

[Life on Mars]

The market was just starting to bustle, the signs of a busy day already in full force as the merchants readied their wares and yelled at their workers to get the lead out. The town was definitely one of early risers, and in the hustle and bustle few payed much attention to the cloaked man walking through the streets. After all, it was a bit chilly this morning.

Prince Alex strolled though the streets, pleasantly smiling as he watched his people at their daily tasks. This was what you missed when you spent all your time in the castle cooped up with nobles. You forget about the people who are supposed to lead and how they are just as worthy of your thoughts than any. To many royals thought little of the peasants when it was their hard work that actually made the kingdom prosper. Without subjects a King was just a man is fancy clothes.

He hadn't gone to great lengths to disguise himself, only donning the cloak so people wouldn't freeze up on seeing him. If you payed him any attention you could tell he was nobility, but that usually didn't cause anyone to stop going about their lives. He would have loved to walk among them as himself, their prince, but too often in the past he had to deal with people throwing themselves to the ground and thanking him for his presence, afraid of upsetting him somehow. Annoying really, seeing as how he had no plans of throwing anyone in the dungeon if he could help it.

So wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice the figure in front of him until he was smack dab in front of her. With an "oof" he ran into Paige, stumbling back a bit before finding himself and apologizing. "Forgive me mad'am, I wasn't watching were I was going. Are you all right?"

 

[butterfly0408]

Paige had been eying up some beautiful fabrics at one of the stands. Oh she could make a fine dress with the lavender one. She wanted to just reach her hand out and touch it, but dared not. There was no way she could ever afford it and even if she could, what good was a pretty dress do her? It would only get ruined while she was working or her family would rip it to bits before her eyes to upset her. Glancing down a moment at her own clothing, no wonder she was cold. Her dress was far to short for the weather and riddled with holes. It was one of only three dresses she still had and the others were even in worse condition. With a sigh and a slight shiver, she turned to move on. She had to get the rope and the crop before it was to late.

She did not even see him there before she too gave her own "off" and stumbled back a bit. She almost fell but caught herself on a nearby stand to hold herself up. "Oh... oh I'm sorry!" she did not look up at the man she had crashed into at first, only praying that it was not someone that knew her family. It would get back to them she had run into someone and she's be punished even just for that. Something that was not even her fault. She started to apologize even though she knew she shouldn't have to. "Do forgive me. I'm just such a clumsy thing. I should have watched where I was going. I am terribly sorry." It was not until she was finished groveling a bit that she raised her eyes to dare see who the man was.

The moment she looked up, her eyes couldn't help but meet his. One look and she felt her heart beating faster in her chest. The man before her was not someone she needed to fear, but he was handsome. Very handsome. A stranger as well. A handsome stranger. Her mouth went dry as she got a little lost in his eyes, starting to stumble then over more then just her feet, but her words as well, "I... uh... forgive me sir." She clearly did not know he was the prince, or she would have been on the ground before him begging and pleading even more for his good graces.

 

[Life on Mars]

At first Alex was sure he was hearing the voice of an angel when she spoke to him, not having heard such a soft, sincere tone for some time. When she finally looked up at him he breath hitched and he almost found himself at a lost for words, her beauty surpassed any angel from the heavens. "It's, it's perfectly alright. I am at fault here, I let my mind wander and wasn't paying attention." She had a dirty look to here, like many of the lesser servants in the castle, but he could tell there was true beauty under that. His eyes, trained always to look someone in the eye and never wander by the castles best swordsmen, failed him utterly as they took a glance over her. Her dress was in tatters, revealing the...err...more personal aspects of her femininity that a gentleman would never consider taking advantage off.

It took him a few more seconds to recollect himself. "I feel I must make this up to you. Is there anything you're looking for here? Perhaps I can be of some assistance." Better to not let his royalty slip otherwise he would never get to learn more of this young woman. "May I ask your own name, if I may be so bold?"

 

[butterfly0408]

A blush spread across her cheeks as he asked her name, and a small smile crossed her lips before she hide it by lowering her gasp a little bit, "That is rather bold, good sir. A young lady should not answer such a question for a stranger such as yourself." She paused a moment when raised her eyes once more, " and good sir and I must decline your offer. I am indeed looking for things, but nothing you can buy. They are for my lord and lady." Up until she mentioned her lord and lady, a smile was on her face, but it faded away then. Her eyes which had been bright, faded to a dull light and she lowered her head once again. "Forgive me, sir, but I must finish my chores and return before I am missed." Brushing past him, she started to head towards the shop where she knew she could get both the riding crop and the rope. She knew the shop well unfortunately.

She was a little ways away before she dared to look back. She wanted one last glimpse of that man. In only a few moments, he had stolen her heart and she doubted she'd ever get it back again. But still, she would rather a stranger hold it then her family.

 

[Life on Mars]

He saw her expression change with the mention of her Lord and Lady, like watching a flower wilting before his eyes. He knew of many nobles who abused their servants, taking out on them the abuse and anger they could not on others. The thought of such a beautiful young woman being handled harshly by her masters felt like a stone had been placed in his stomach, and though he wanted to console her that it was no trouble she brushed past him, giving him only a fleeting touch of her shoulder before making her escape.

"I will know her name before this day is over," he swore this to himself. He followed her, moving past the other buyers and merchants as he tried to keep his eye on her. The crowd was already growing thicker however, and try as he might it was hard to keep up. Finally he saw her stop and look at him and found himself frozen by the look in her eyes. The rush he had felt when he first saw her returned and he felt as though it might never leave him.

But for the second time that day he let his thoughts wander, so much that he didn't see the pair behind him carrying a crate until they had smacked into him sending him tumbling into the muddy street. "Watch it!" the brute called out, leaving the stranger behind.

 

[butterfly0408]

Seeing him there, she tried to keep this moment in her heart and her heart. To never forget the look he was giving her at that moment. Something to hold forever. The one moment when she felt like a lady once again. Like someone that could have a life and could love and could be wooed. She could hold onto this image late at night after she went though her hell and fall asleep with a smile on her face.

Paige was just starting to turn back to go about her business when she say her handsome stranger get a knock in the back of the head. "Oh!!" She instantly went dashing back to him, kneeling down even in the mud to help him. "Sir! Oh my! Are you alright? Can you get up? Can you move? Please say something." She had such a tone of worry in her voice as she fussed over him.

 

[Life on Mars]

He let out a small groan and sat up, wiping the mud from his face. "Ah, it seems I am just destined to bump into others today." He chuckled as he took her hand, feeling her fingers taking his own as he got to his feet. Her hands were different from the other ladies he knew in court, not as soft from the obvious work she did for masters but so gentle and kind. Those women would have just laughed at him their in the mud.

He was looking quite the beggar with mud splashed all over his clothes but he still smiled as he brushed them off. Even if it was not in the most gentle fashion the fates had seen fit to reunite him with his beautiful stranger. "I think I will survive this, however I feel it would be unwise for me to proceed without someone to watch over me." He bowed slightly to her, hoping she wouldn't deny his little deception. "Won't you allow me to follow you, in case I fall again?"

 

[butterfly0408]

Paige smirked a little, "You do seem a bit clumsy if you ask me." Standing once more, she had a bit of mud on her dress and sighed. Well it seemed her 'good' dress was no longer this one. Hopefully it did not stain it to badly by the time she could get to cleaning it. As for his request to follow along with her, she was a bit hesitant. Would he ask why it was she had to buy the things she did? And yet, the idea of having him with her a bit longer pleased her. And so with a small glance over her shoulder as she started to walk away once more, "It if a free land, good sir. If you happen to be walking the same way I am, who am I to tell you that you cannot?" It was an invitation she hoped he would take.

 

[Life on Mars]

And take it he did. "Well, one never knows. The kingdom isn't that large, our paths may very well be one and the same." He smirked as he followed, flicking off as much of the mud as possible before giving up in futility. He came up beside her, matching her stride as they walked through the market. Ah, if only this woman had been a noble then he would know what to do, but of course had she been one he doubted she could be any more attractive than she was at this moment. "And please, call me Alex. It does little for formality when the recipient is caked in mud."

"But what of you," he asked, still trying to learn more about her. "What may I call you by?"

 

[butterfly0408]

She smiled a little as the walked, not actually meeting his gaze as the headed once more in the direction she had originally intended, "Paige. My name is Paige.... Alex." This little moment was starting to grow into a really sweet event for her. What a wonderful set of memories he was helping her to make. "It's funny, Alex. I come to the market almost every morning, and yet I have never seen you before. Are you new in town?"

 

[Life on Mars]

"You could say that," he mused. It wasn't technically a lie. His father discouraged such visits and kept him from going whenever possible "Unseemly" had been his choice of words. "Hmm, Paige. A lovely name. It suits you greatly." When she said his own name he could hardly contain himself, feeling like a young boy all of a sudden. To think a prince was being brought down by a serving girl! He wouldn't have wanted this moment over though for anything. "And your Lord lives near here I take it? Who is it you work for?" Perhaps, depending on the circumstances, he could find away to hire her for his castle...though that was jumping ahead of things a great deal.

 

[butterfly0408]

She froze a little. Should she say? It could not hurt she supposed. It was not like he was going to go research and find out about her past. The humiliation she felt whenever someone who knew about who she once was verses who her step family had forced her to become was so great. She didn't want him to ever look at her and feel the same pity she knew everyone else felt. "The Countess Bistronos and her new husband. Their home is only a mile out of town."

 

[Life on Mars]

He thought back on that name for a moment, trying to place it. Their were many noble houses, lesser ones, higher ones, but he was sure he had heard the one before. Some kind of scandal that the ladies loved to gossip about. Oh well, it was probably just in his mind any way. "Not too far at all. Very convenient for you I imagine. I hardly ever get to visit the market, my family not seeing the point of it." She seemed to be a little adamant about her masters, so perhaps a change in topic was in order. "And what are we here for today? I insist you allow me to at least carry it for you in exchange for your kindness, if nothing else."

 

[butterfly0408]

Paige glanced about. It was bad enough she was speaking to him, if one of her family's friends, the few that were just as twisted as her stepmother and stepfather, happened so see her, she'd never hear nor feel the end of it. "Thank you but it is not heavy at all. I am content to hold it. Thank you though. I had to pick up a new night cap and a hair brush for me st-" she almost slipped and called them her stepsisters, but corrected herself, "the... umm... countess's daughters. And...." how to explain what he would soon she he buy. She had to think fast, "The master has recently obtained a new horse that needs breaking. He requires a new, stronger, riding crop then his current one as well as some strong rope." In a way it was true. She just replaced her name with the word 'horse.'

 

[Life on Mars]

It found it odd the way she stuttered through her sentences, as if she was rethinking her words halfway through, but found he was just glad she was speaking to him. "Ah yes, I've had my share of horses that refused to be tamed. Though I prefer a more gentle touch than the riding crop provides. I find it makes the creature much more attached to you and generally more cooperative. I've seen to many trainers abuse their horses." He sighed. Wasn't anything he could do about that though. His father always called him weak-minded when he voiced his protests to such treatment.

 

[butterfly0408]

Paige listened to him, agreeing with every word with a slight nodding of her head. It was all so true. If only they were nice to her, she might not hate them all so much on the inside. Then again, not even the best treatment in the world would ever get her to do the things then made her do of her own free will. "I'm sure your horses must appreciate you for that. I'm sure my master's horse would rather it as well."

Soon they were at the stall where she always bought things like this from. They knew her at once and the kind man... who had no idea what his items were really used for, greeted her with a smile. "Morning Paige. Didn't think I would see you again so soon. Has the count broken another crop? That man night do better to just sell the horse. It seems a little to spirited to break them so often."

Paige blushed a little, but hide it well, "No, he had not broken one yet, but he would rather one a little stronger than the last. As well as some strong rope."

"Stronger? My god that poor horse. I'm surprised it has not been beaten to death by now." The man shook his head a little, but did as he was asked. "You tell the count that this is the strongest crop I recommend for any horse a man wishes to tame. Anything stronger than this is just plain torture on the creature. Let me get the rope for you." The man vanished into the back this Paige held the crop in her hand. She was pale at the sight of it and had to look away as she slipped it into her basket. She did not DARE look towards Alex. She was too worried he would be suspicion of the whole thing. OH she never should have agreed to let him come along with her.

 

[Life on Mars]

Fortunately for Paige any and all thoughts regarding the possible illicit use the crop and rope could be used for sailed right over her head, himself to enraptured by Paige to think that anyone would have any ill will towards the young woman. He took everything she said at face value, only growing concerned when she seemed to avoid his eyes. Did he do something to offend her? Perhaps she was growing annoyed with him following her like a stray puppy and would have preferred to have shopped alone.

If only he had more experience with women more like herself, not spoiled rotten by castle life. He tried to think of something to gain her favor. She would not let him carry her things no matter how much he asked her it seemed, so he needed to think of something new...

Taking a quick look at the state of her dress he suddenly had an idea. "Miss Paige," he asked her, ignorant of her embarrassment. "I can;t help but notice I got mud over your dress from when you aided me. Might I return your kindness by buying you a new one?"

 

[butterfly0408]

"A... new dress?" she seemed utterly baffled by the idea, "You would buy me a new dress?" She smiled for just a moment, but then it slipped away once again and she shook her head. If she were to appear before her family in a new dress, the questions would be endless. Where did she get it? Who did she steal it from? Did she think she was worthy of such a thing? No, it was a kind gesture, a very, VERY kind one she wished she could take, but knew she never could. "That is certainly not necessary Alex. It's very nice of you, especially since you hardly even know me but... I can't accept it. I can't accept anything from you but a smile and a few kind words."

She sighed a little. He was trying to treat her like a lady, but she wasn't. Where was he from where servants could just buy new things whenever they wanted? Perhaps she needed to give him the hard truth of the matter. "I'm a servant Alex. What would my mistress think if I brought something like that into the house? She'd think I had stolen money from her to buy it. I could never afford something new. Besides, it's just a little mud, some water will do away with it in just a few moments. It is fine, believe me. It's not like I have never gotten mud on myself before."

Just then the vendor returned with what she asked for, "Here you are Paige. How many yards?"

Paige turned her attention to him. Her stepmother had not said how much he wanted. This was a bad thing. No matter how much she got it was going to be too much or not enough for Juliet's liking and she was going to get a beating for it. She sighed a little but kept her smile on. "8 yards please." The vendor nodded and started measuring it out. Meanwhile, Paige was reaching into her apron pocket for her coin to pay for it. She did not know what to say to Alex as he stood by her still. He was such a sweet man, she hoped she had not hurt his feelings, but to accept such a gift could be the death of her. Literally. She had no doubt in her head that one day she would end up dead by the hands of her stepmother or stepfather.

 

[Life on Mars]

Once again Alex had one of his proposals shot down and left in the dirt. It was discouraging, having a beautiful woman turn down his offers that others would jump at. It was enough to make him doubt whether he should even be there with her, as if he had any hope of getting to know her. She was, after all, a serving girl and he was the prince. The difference in status would cause a huge scandal and no end of trouble for her, especially with so many noble women his father was trying to set him up with. To turn them down to stay with a serving girl...if only there was a way.

Those thoughts changed as she explained her reasoning for denying his offer and soon he felt himself getting red at the face. "You? A thief? Anyone who has spent a few moments with you can see you have hardly a selfish bone in your body. You came to my aid when I fell and" he added cheekly "you've turned down all my offers to help you in any way. Your masters would be fools to doubt you."

He thought about going to see her masters personally and explain the dress, but nobles would no doubt recognize him. Curse his standing always complicating matters!

"If all you can accept are a smile and sweet words than I will give you as many you desire," he said with a grin in hopes to improve her mood. "I will be adamant about this my dear."

 

[butterfly0408]

"You know little about how the nobles around here think Alex." If only she knew the irony of that statement. "Every count and baron thinks the worst of their servants. You could be the most virtuous angel come straight from heaven above and they would still accuse you when there favorite necklace goes missing. I know many a servant that has been beaten soundly for such a thing only for it to surface later on that the mistress simply put it in the wrong jewelry box. At least that is how things go in the circles my masters run in."

Even though her words were very negative overall, Paige was smiling the whole while. "It's funny. No one has ever been as nice to me as you are being Alex right now Alex. Not in a long time. It's a nice change of pace from always being looked at as nothing but the help." It reminded her of how her father use to look at her. Like she was a treasure to behold. The thought of her father sent mixed emotions through her. Tears wanted to surface, but she held them down. It was not hard. She had much practice in it. She sighed and the smile did not waver as she turned away a moment to pay the vendor and pick up the rope from him, "Thank you."

She turned back to Alex again, "And thank you as well, Alex. This has been quite the morning, but I must be on my way. I am expected back at home before noon to serve lunch. I will need to clean up a bit before then." This could very well be the last time she ever saw him, and so once again, she simply looked him up and down, memorizing this moment to keep in her minds eyes to a later time when things were hard for her. "It has been a pleasant morning thanks to you Alex. I am glad that I have come to meet you. I do hope we will meet again sometime in passing here in the market...." she was not sure how to say goodbye at all. She didn't know if she should shake his hand or hug him or what.