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Sex Slave Cinderella (butterfly0408/LifeonMars)

He could not deny the truth in her words. Though as much as he would like to say it was the opposite he knew the other nobles did not share his view on how servants should be treated. He had seen the cruelty men could act upon those they called their lesser and if it had not been for his mother teaching him differently he was sure he would have turned out like his father and just as bad as the rest of them. When he was king he would change things, this he promised.

He wanted to help her, but every option seemed close even with all his power. His thoughts of buying her, of bringing her to work in the castle were a fools errand. The gossip and rumors would spread like wildfire, saying she was a whore for the prince. The noble women would taunt her and his father might...well, he didn't want to think about that.

He wanted to tell her the truth, who he was, what he wanted to do, but knew that would only cause more trouble. Before she could disappear from him he took her hand in his own and looked her in the eye with all his sincerity. "Things will get better for you, I promise."
 
Paige paused a moment as a spark seemed to fly between them where their hands met. True, compassionate, human contact. It had been so long she she felt a soft touch against her skin. For a moment she looked at their hands as they just gently held one another before she meet his gaze. If she had not been in love with this handsome stranger before now, this was the moment is happened for certain.

"I hope you are right," was all she could reply with. "Until we meet again Alex. Goodbye." Within seconds of letting his hand go, she felt the pain of loosing his touch, but it had to be. She turned and disappeared off into the crowds, heading for home. The whole way there, she had a smile on her face, remembering this mornings events. Playing them over and over again in her mind until she turned the last corner and saw home ahead. Reality hit her in that moment. There was no love affair with some handsome stranger. Just a fantasy in her head. This before her, this was her life. This was hell.

Soon she was back in the kitchen. Rebecca was just plating the things for lunch. Paige took the time to deliver each of the items to their rightful places. The brush she left on her sister's night stand next to the bed. The night cap right on the pillow, folded neatly. The rope and the riding crop left on the table in her stepparent's room. By the time that was all done, it was just about time for lunch. She knew they would all be awaiting her and so she placed the food upon the rolling cart and like perfect clock work, right on the stroke of noon, she entered the doors of the dining room to find the family all sitting at the table awaiting her, "Lunch is served."
 
Alex held his hand out to her as she escaped from his view, wishing to follow but knowing the streets well enough to keep track of her. He had to give up in the end and make his way back to the castle, knowing the servants would tell his father of his absence if he did not return soon. He swore he would return here soon and wait for her to appear before him again. He would not let their first meeting be their last.

Robert sat at the head of the table, Juliet at his right side and her daughters at his left. He already had a mug of ale in his hand as he and his wife whispered lewd comments to each other hardly caring if one overheard. He turned from Juliet as Paige entered with food, clapping his hand on the table in irritation. "There you are. I thought for sure you would be late again this time. You better have brought back what you were told to or there will be dire punishments later.

Lydia giggled, knowing full well what kind of punishments her mother and Robert took out on her step-sister. She grinned mischievously as she noted Paige's state of dress, eagerly pointing it out. "Oh look, Paige has made a mess of herself. My dear sister, just because a man asks you to lay out for him does not mean it must be in the mud."
 
If Paige had rights in this house, she would kick Robert in the nuts firmly before slapping Lydia across the face. But she knew how to stay calm. She had taught herself well. "Yes master. You will each find the items you requested in your rooms. I hope they are all to your liking. If not, of course, I will return to the market for something else in the morning."

She laid each plate neatly out on the table. She started with Robert first, then placing Juliet's plate before going around the table to set the plates down before her each stepsister. Having completely forgotten about her dress, she gasped a little, looking down the now dried mud. "Honestly Paige!" Danella started, overacting as she always did, "You are an eye sore already. Now you are a filthy one as well."

"Forgive me, I was clumsy in the market and fell. I would never dream of letting your lunch be late. I will clean up as soon as I can." She held her breath waiting to see how her stepmother would take it.

Juliet sat there, sipping at her soup. Silence a few moments before she raised her hand to beckon Paige near once again. The poor girl was tentative, but came to her stepmother's side and stood there waiting. "You are a dirty girl Paige..."

"Yes, mistress... I... am..."

"Take the dress off. Now." Juliet was still casually sipping at her soup as she gave her orders. She didn't care if she was doing it in the middle of the day and in front of her daughters, Paige needed a reminder of her place in his house more often.

"Yes mistress," was Paige's only reply as she started to work at the laces on the front of the dress that held it together. It did not take long for the torn and worn fabric to fall to the floor, leaving Paige naked. Marks over her fair skin of all the places she had suffered before.

"Now, under the table Paige. You will stimulate each of us while we eat." Juilet smirked a little. "You start with the baron. Be quick about it you little bitch!"

Paige felt sick to her stomach, but nodded and got onto her knees, "Yes mistress." Crawling under the table, she placed herself before her stepfather, and started to undo the fly of his pants to suck him off as she had been ordered.
 
Robert eyed Paige lustfully as she crawled under the table, feeling himself stiffen from her luscious curves being exposed in the light. If he hadn't been with Juliet already...mmm, yes she would have made a good choice for a wife. Obedient, sexy, and oh so tasty. Juliet had power behind her though, and although she was a conniving bitch he enjoyed their romps and mutual love of degrading Paige. He groaned out loud as Paige took him in her mouth, feeling her soft, wet tongue trance underneath him as she took it. His hands gripped the tablecloth with the first suck, releasing it only after she started getting her rhythm.

He took his wifes hand in his own, squeezing it in time with Paige's bobbing head and looking her in the eye while the other hand went below to grab his whore's head and force it down farther. "You truly know how to keep the help in line my dear..." his voice trailed off as he bit his tongue to hold back another satisfying moan as he felt her lips rolling over his shaft over and over again.

Lydia had watched the lewd display with rapt attention and now slid her foot free of its slipper and slid it up Paige's backside. She always delighted in these debasements of Paige but a part of her feared them as well. Without Paige she had to wonder who the brunt of her family's aggression would fall on. The two emotions mixed together led to her being particularly cruel to Paige, making sure she never had any chance of raising her standing in her family's eyes.
 
Paige was always just going through the motions with her family. Like she could really call them that. They had her so tainted that sex, which should be a wonderful thing between a man and woman with sweet touching and love. Moaning, passion... but none of that for Paige. Not a sound from her as she sucked and licked his cock. Only a groan as he tugged and pulled at her head, hurting her a bit, but this pain was little to nothing compared to other things she has endured over the last few years.

She gave a bit of a startled gasp as she felt Lydia poking at her behind, but she did nothing to stop it. Of her two sisters, she hated Lydia far more. Danella was a dip. All was wanted was her quick pleasures and nothing more. If anything, Danella was her favorite member of the family. The only one that didn't take pleasure in degrading her like this.

Juliet meanwhile stroked her husband's hand as she smiled, watching the pleasure on his face. She took great pride in being able to give him that, without having to degrade herself in the process. This was the perfect life. "I know my dear..." she raised his hand to her lips and sucked on his finger while she knew Paige was still sucking away under the table as well, "I know."
 
He kept a firm grip on Paige's hair, forcing her to take all of his shaft in her warm mouth. To anyone you entered it would have looked like a somewhat normal dinner, the man and wife looking into each others eyes a little too lovingly maybe. Of course one would have noticed eventually the nude form hidden underneath the table bobbing up and down on the Baron's cock like her life depended on it, which it very much did.

Robert hand clenched his wife hard as he came, pulling back on Paige's hair so his cock sprang free and his seed splashed out over her face. It was to further her degradation of course, forcing her to come up from under the table with her face dripping with cum, naked like the whore they made her out to be. He let out the breath he had been holding and leaned towards Juliet and kiss her lips. "Thank you."
 
Juliet gladly kissed her husband's lips, "Anything for you my dear," she smiled.

Paige was happy at the moment to be under the table for she was rolling her eyes. Oh yes, it's easy to bark orders all the time and never do any of the horrid work for yourself. Then again, she was sure that her stepmother had spent plenty of time on her knees in her younger days.

"NEXT!" Juliet yelled out in her commanding voice, kicking Paige in the side under the table. Paige grunted, holding her side. She think that one might have bruised a rib, but she couldn't take time to focus on her pain. "Your sisters next. Get to it slut!"

Juilet and her husband ate there lunch while Paige was up under the girls skirts, lickin and sucking both their pussies, taking them both to her climax. Juliet saved herself for last. And once she two found her height of pleasure, "Get back up here Paige! At once!"

Crawling out from underneath the table, Paige was still naked as could be, face covered in four sets of cum as she stood their, humiliated and waiting for her next order. Juilet smiled, satisfied at how she had knocked Paige down for the time being. "Did you enjoy you lunch Paige?"

She had no choice but to nod, "Yes mistress."

"Put your rags back on, clean up this table and clean up yourself. I don't want to see you again until tonight. You be in bed and ready for your punishment by sun down."

Punishment? Was this not her punishment? Of course not. Picking up her clothing, she bowed her head and went about her orders, "Yes mistress."

Juilet stood and reached her hand out towards Robert, "Come dear, let us walk in the gardens."

((Skip to tonight? Or something more in between?))
 
Alex signed to himself as he watched the kingdom through the large glass window that overlooked the town square. Never before had the large halls with their ornate carvings and paintings by the best artists feel so confining and solitary. He had long since changed out of his muddy clothes and cloak into the finery that was expected of a prince. He had managed to disappear from his parents company after lunch though he knew it was only a matter of time before they found him again. They had their way of just appearing when he least wanted them around.

He had tried to forget about her. When he had changed his clothes he thought that perhaps it had just been a momentarily fling, something that would fade soon after he returned to his life. But even though it had only been a short time since he had seen her he knew she would not leave his thoughts so easily. Her face, her voice...every aspect of her was burnt into his memory. He knew he had to see her again and learn more.
 
"Alexander!" came his father, the king's, booming voice from behind him. "We are not finished talking about matters yet!"

The king and queen did just as he expected them too, appearing almost like magic from behind. While they were both there with Alex now, it was only his father that did the talking. His mother was there just as an accessory. Just as she had always been. Their's had been an arranged marriage. Never had their been love in the relationship between them. Perhaps a bit of affection here and there, but never love. Nowadays, they didn't even sleep in the same bed. He had his rooms, she had hers.

It was the kind of life the king wanted for his son.
It was NOT the kind of like the queen wanted for her son.

"Alexander! You left lunch before this matter could be solved. You are not getting any young and neither are we son. You MUST wed! You can't keep ignoring the problem. It will only go away when you are wed. I have tried to arrange one for you but you refuse. But you are spreading my patience thin... and I am force now son to use well... well FORCE. YOU MUST WED!"
 
Alex clenched his teeth in frustration at the sound of his father's voice filling the hall. He had enough control though to force his face back into a more subdued position as he turned to face him. His father was not a man you could really deal with it unless you had a history with him, and even then he was almost stone-like in his ability to stick to his way of things.

"Father," he replied, voice stern but keeping a level tone. "I've told you that I am more than capable of finding a bride on my own. I will find a wife on my own and no NOT need you to constantly pressure me into it. Deciding a future queen is not something you can just...just...decide by a roll of the dice!"

He looked to his mother, knowing between the two of them she was sympathetic to his side of things. He loved his mother for that, he loved both of them. But his Father could be so frustrating. "I just need more time."
 
"More time! MORE TIME! That is all you ever say to me is more time!" This was the last straw of it all. "I had been patient a long time Alexander. I should have grandchildren running around these halls by now!"

His mother was still quiet at a mouse...

"I will give you your time...... but this is the last bit of it you will get. Your birthday is in four months time. If you have not chosen a wife by then, I will be choosing one for you and I will NOT hear a word of protest on this matter. My word is law. My word is final."

His father turned and left without waiting to hear his reply. His mother lingered behind however, wanting her own time with her son. "Alexander, please forgive your father. He only worries for you and the kingdom. I fear he has started to realize his own mortality. I only hope you find someone to love and love you back in this time Alex. If there is anything I can help you with in finding the one, you know I am here for you my son." Her mother leaned in and kissed his forehead the way only a mother could comfort her beloved son.
 
He said nothing as his father stormed away, just grateful that the man was leaving. At least he had given him a few more months, but how was he supposed to just choose a wife by then? His anger at his father threatened to overwhelm him at that moment had his mother's soothing words not calmed his soul. She was always looking out for him and never looked down on him, the most caring mother in all the kingdom in his eyes. As she kissed his forehead he felt the last of his anger melt away and could only let out a sigh of frustration.

"I know mother. I don't hold it against him." In truth he didn't. He had seen the great strain that was placed on his father, ruling the kingdom and all that came with it. He knew it would be his own responsibility one day and was instructed in every aspect of ruling by his father's best teachers and had seen the inner workings of the kingdom. Though he wished his father would control his temper with him he knew he had the best of intentions.

"Mother," he said, unsure of how to proceed. "I just wish I knew how to make him understand." He turned from her, staring out the window and over the kingdom. "So many of the noble girls are either power-hungry vixens or have no intellect whatsoever. I just wish..." he wished he could see her again. "I just wish I knew how to find the woman for me."
 
"Quite a predicament, I know my son. I know." His mother sighed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, giving him more affection still. She always tried to make up for the lack of it he got with his father by giving him twice as much from herself.
"I have been trying myself to find you someone that is a possible match. I've taken the time to go through the records, making a list of every noblewoman, crossing out those that have left the kingdom or already wed... the final list is not a very pretty one." She shook her head a little bit and sighed. It seems all the good ladies had already been taken or left the land or just vanished it seemed.

"I think the best thing is just, well, looking. If you like, we can hold a ball? Let you get to know the potential brides more?" But his mother knew it would do no good. "I just wish you could meet these girls in a normal environment. It's hard to just meet a genuine girl when you are a prince. They all put on airs not their norm when they know they are speaking to royalty to make them seem perfect. I wish I could help you just find a nice, normal, wonderful girl. One that doesn't treat you like a prince, but as just a man."
 
He let out a sigh, his thoughts turning to the girl he had met in the market that very morning. She had carried no knowledge of his status, just knowing him as a stranger. She had been so kind and unselfish, he wanted to meet her again, wanted to know more about her. If only there was a way...if only she had been a noble girl.

"Alas, I do not think that a ball would be suitable for me. Like you said they would all be vying for my affections and fighting against each other in the subtle way only women can." He shook his. "If you could mother, see to it that your list is placed in my room so I may study it myself? Perhaps I will think of something upon reflection."

(Have them depart and move back to Paige?)
 
((*Smiles* You picked up perfectly on the plot point I dropped for you. And yes, that would be perfect))

"Of course Alex," his mother said with a smile. "Perhaps you will come across some wonderful girls I have missed in my research. Now come, take your old mother for a nice walk in the gardens." She linked her arm with her sons, not giving him much of a choice, "You know I love to walk through the gardens at sunset..."

And the sun was indeed setting. While the queen and the prince enjoyed it, else where, Paige as sick of it. Nightfall always brought nightmares to life for Paige. And as she entered her stepparent's bedroom that night, she wondered what kind of things they had planned for her this time. Paige prepared everything just the way her master and mistress like it. Closing the curtains, unlocking the 'toy chest,' and lighting the lanterns to a dim flame. Her stepmother liked it dim. It was so her husband could not see Paige. It was one thing Paige admitted she did like. She didn't have to see them as well.

Once the room was set, Paige stripped naked and stood waiting for them next to the bedpost. A few deep breathes to really prepare herself for the night ahead.
 
Robert soon entered the dark room with his wife, only getting a single glance at Paige's true beauty as the light from the hallway struck her. As soon as the door was closed however they were returned to their little world of shadows and sexual debasement, a world they all knew far too well.

"Hmm..." he wrapped his arms around Juliet, kissing her neck and fondling her bosoms as he stared at the shadowy figure of their slave. "How shall we punish her tonight my love?" One of his hands reached towards the desk next to them, trailing over the riding crop she had purchased that very day. "Very strong...nice leather. I good start but..." his hand quickly found the rope and pulled it from the desk. He took it in both hands, running it over his wife's skin as he teased her. "I think she needs to be in the proper position for it, don't you agree?" He chuckled and held the rope taught. "My dear, look how much rope she bought. One would think she wanted us to punish her."
 
Paige dared not speak unless she was spoken to and so she stayed just a silent shadow while the two of them decided her fate for the night.

"Hmmm, indeed she bought so much... more then I would have liked. Cost us more then I would have liked...." Juliet walked over to Paige and took her chin in her hand, not skimping on the harshness as she force her to look up at her, "You little bitch..." Juliet quickly slapped Paige hard across the face. "I would have let you lay in the bed tonight... if you were not such a little bitch! On the floor! NOW! The foot of the bed!"

Paige was quick to recover and follow the command she was given and was quickly on the floor, laying on her back at the foot of the bed. Juliet was quick to kick her in the side, "Roll over!" Once more Paige was quick to respond and was soon laying naked on the floor, bare back and ass facing up.

Juliet smiled then and sat on the bed, starting to slowly pull her clothing off, "Bind her to the bottom of the posts. We can bind her legs to the feet on the love seat if we must."
 
Robert did not have to be told twice for that. Silently in the darkness he bent over Paige's still form, brushing a finger between the cheeks of her ass and up her backside before grabbing her wrists harshly. Soon the coils of rope were wrapped around her them, trapping them helplessly as he bound them to the bed. She had no way of moving her arms now unless she wanted to cause herself undue pain, just how they liked it.

There was more than enough rope to finish they rest of her as well. He moved up her body, tying her chest and breasts as a reminder of her place before moving to her legs. Those bound separately, trying them to the love seat so that she was spread out before him, her ass and pussy hidden only by the shadows but not to his touch.

He shuddered as he moved to her backside, one hand cupping her womanhood. It was still untouched after all this time under his wife's orders and the thought could drive him mad sometimes. "My love...she is still virgin here. She torments me with it every time she displays herself. Let me take her, let me teach her what it means to have a man break her completely."
 
Paige was happy to have her face down as well as the room so dark, for it was suddenly stricken with fear. It was the one thing she feared. The one thing they had not forced upon her. Sometimes she thought they would do it and ruin her completely. But her stepmother was VERY adamant on this subject.

Juliet froze a moment before standing and crossing, standing on the other side of Paige and slapping her husband across the face and grabbing him, giving him a forceful kiss only seconds later, "You NEVER ask that again!" she hissed before drabbing the crop from his hand and raising it. It looked like she was about to hit him with it, but the crop came harshly down on Paige's ass, making the helpless girl yelp in pain. Juliet smiled and handed it back to him again before she went back to her place sitting on the bed. It was as if she was sitting high on her thrown, looking down upon the little people below. She watched, "Beat her a little bit..."
 
Roberts face still stung from her blow as he gripped the riding crop. In the darkness his momentary glare towards his wife went unseen. Oh how he longed some night to tie her down and teach her what her place truly was. If she hadn't been so good at satisfying his base desires he would have looked for another woman to take, and her constant refusal to allow him Paige's virginity was a constant throne in his side. Well, at least he had one other young girl who wasn't so shy about giving that up...

The crop came down on her ass hard, striking a different spot than Juliet's. He raised it high once more, bringing it down and striking her again and again each time hitting fresh skin. "This is for tempting me whore," he hissed as he beat her, the crop leaving red welts wherever it struck and filling the room with the sound of her pained screams and snapping leather.
 
Tempting him?! All Paige did was live her life as best she could. If that counted at tempting him perhaps she was guilty. Still, she gave him what he wanted and played the part of the hurt whore. Some of the hits hurt less then she let him think. Other hurt even more though. It was an art she had learned well over time. It was all a well orchestrated show she put on to make her two masters happy and get it over with sooner rather than later.

Juliet watched with great interest from her perch. With each lash of the crop, Juliet slipped off a little bit more of her clothing until she too was naked. "Wait!" she said at last, hopping down off the bed and coming to him again, taking the riding crop with a smile, "Now... you watch and get comfortable while I take my turn on the little bitch."

Juliet waited until he was sitting in the spot she had been in before she started her own beating on Paige. Focusing not only on the girl's ass, but making her hits more randomly placed all over her exposed skin. A strike to the back, then her ass, her arm, her leg, arm again, back.... not pattern to know where the next strike would land.
 
Robert watched the scene with fascination, removing his own clothing bit by bit to the music of Paige's screams. His wife was an artist when it came to inflicting pain upon the girl and to watch her expressions, so vivid even in the darkness, only added to the dark eroticism of their games. He too was soon nude upon the bed, his hard arousal standing at attention and egging Juliet on with it's presence. "Yes..." he hissed, "make her pay...teach her a lesson...


He gripped the sheets in excitement, refraining from touching himself though the need was great. "God's woman, I will go mad from the pressure soon enough. This little slut is trying to tempt me again." He grinned in perverse satisfaction as he moved to their chest of toys, running his hands over the contents. "What shall I use on her my love? I want to hear her beg us for forgiveness."
 
"Hmmmm," Juliet paused a moment, giving poor Paige a moment to rest at least as Juliet tapped the crop against her hand as she thought. "Decisions... hmmm, what to use what to use."

Inside Paige's head, she wondered the same as well. She was willing through her head, 'Not the whip... not the whip'. Buried deep at the bottom of the chest was a harsh whip they had only ever used on her once, one of the first times they made her their slave. Once was enough for her to wish they never used it again. Every night she prayed they would use anything but, though she knew that one day, they would force it on her again...

"The paddle," Juliet finally said and Paige was thankful for that. "The nice big one with the little studs on the surface. This little crop only punishes one little spot at a time. I think we need something that punishes much more of her tender flesh."
 
He smirked devilishly at his wife, reaching into the chest and without even having to look found the object of their twisted desire. The wooden paddle fit nicely in his hand and as he walked across the room to his pound slave he gave a few practice wackes on his hand, feeling as the studs that would hurt her so much more.

"I want you to count with me slave," he ordered her. "I want you to count to fifteen, one for each strike. If you can do that..." he ran his finger under his wife's chin, looking into the eyes of one who loved their barbaric games. "If you can do that without crying out in pain, I'll reward you."

He raised the paddle and with one hard strike brought it down on her buttocks, the studs biting into her flesh and reddening her already abused skin. "That's one slave!" He brought it down again....and again...
 
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