CINDERELLA Part 2 (c) DPK 2000. Mother: (tiptoeing behind the Princess): Welcome to our house, oh noble Highness! Perhaps you can remember my two little daughters? This one is my eldest, Clotilde, your Grace, if you please. Princess: (Nodding imperiously in silence)

Mother: My youngest, Bella here is a little bit indisposed. That's why she's still wearing her payama's. Well, it was getting a bit late for little girls, don't you think so, your Royal Exaltedness?

Princess: (directs searching looks at all three of them) Hm. It's really hard to tell. It was so bloody dark on the balcony. But I swear that I'll find her!

Mother: I beg your pardon? Are you looking for someone, your Highness?

Princess: (Sighing deeply and dramatically staring away) Ah! Never before have I met someone like her! If only I had paid attention to her face! But alas, I was just busy vomiting from the side balcony when I beca,e aware of her. There in the half shadows I saw her squat..

Mother: Squat, your Majesty?

Princess: (annoyed) Don't interrupt me, woman! Yes, she was squatting, and soft splashing noises could be heard as she was emptying her bursting girl's bladder. I catched her relieved sighs. My sad heart made a jump. She hadn't noticed me and stood up, although still bent over. With the hem of her dancing gown she tried to clean her moist fanny. Oh how gracefully she did that! I could resist no longer. Already intoxicated by sweet wine I went on my knees behind her and passionately grabbed her around her thighs. She was startled, but she felt the silken severity of my hands. "Please, don't do me harm!", she begged. But I didn't answer with a word, only showing my good intentions through my kisses at the area where she was still slippery and smelled of sweet girlish piss..Oh, how I kissed her! Tenderly at first, only helping to mop up in a sisterly way, after which pleasantness formal introductions would duly follow, or so I thought.. But lo, she became wetter with every kiss on her little paradise. My face became inundated by her abundant, hot juices! For a while she tried to make her sighs sound like a protest, but they quickly changed into encouraging gasps. At long last I had found my Dream Pussy! I felt sure that she hadn't recognized me. She wasn't one of those ballroom sluts, who will only bend over after receiving at least three golden necklaces. No, she was naturally gifted. Her feverish flesh shuddered under my hands. She was rocking so violently with that gorgeous little arse of hers that I had to steady myself. Fortunately I was wearing my famous glass dipper. Before my angel of love knew what hit her, I had bared my proud crotch and unhesitatingly I thrusted my smooth, glass dagger into her burning depths. The heavens opened and all the Lord's angels spontaneously raised their skirts and started to rub their hairless, pink angel slits, loudly chanting "Halleluja!". My cristal love dipper flashed, melted, exulted, rushed, cursed, drowned, jumped, sang, came, saw and won.

Being freaked out of my mind I forgot to open my eyes. Oh heavenly honey bottom, what wouldn't I give just to see you once again! Alas I lost consciousness. Awakening at the first light of day, being helped to my satin sheets by loyal servants, the memories of my glass dipper were all that remained to me. Beyond those, nothing! That bloody alcohol again! But I will find her. I've sworn it by my sainted mother's knickers! My dear glass dipper will recognize her! (returns to the here and now; casts critical looks at the women around her.)

Let's have it over with! You certainly don't look like Dream Pussies, but I just can't take any risk. All three of you were at the ball, weren't you?

Mother, Clotilde and Bella (in chorus): Certainly, Exalted and Allmighty Saintliness!

Princess: All right then. This will be quite a job, but what can one do? Let's start with you, fatty (pointing to mother). Better to have it done right away.

Mother: (a bit insulted) Is it me, who you are adressing, your Highness? What can I do for you?

Princess: Well, what did you think, you imbecile pig? If you don't present your fat arse to me within three short seconds, I'll give you to the stable boys for a treat!

(Hurriedly mother turns and with clumsy movements denudes her spectacularly big derriere)

Princess: Dear God! Oh well, there's no getting around it.

(Quickly she lowers her breeches, allowing the audience a sight of the huge glass dildo which is strapped to her pelvis. Just a flash, for the monstruous thing immediately has found it's way inside mother's rectal sanctum).

Mother: Aaaii! Ow, ow, ow! Good gracious! Your Highness, please! Not there certainly? Please, you're aiming to high! Aaaiaaiiaaaiii!

Princess: Haha! Do you really think my aim is bad? Dripping cow slut! You want me to drown inside that abyss of your cunt? Even your asshole is big enough for my horse! I have to admit though: you're hot! Godalmighty, you're actually dripping upon my boots, filthy slum whore! Lick them now, at once!

(Mother obeys in a hurry and goes down on her knees. By happy coincidence her raised and freshly penetrated behind is turned towards us, giving us a chance to really enjoy her remarkable mountains and valleys.)

Princess: Thank God, that wasn't the right one by a thousand miles. I'm sure now: my Dream Pussy is quite a lot younger than that. Let's try you now. Name of Della, wasn't it?

Bella: Ehm, it's Bella, Princess.

Princess: When I call you Della, your name is Della, little slut! Obviously you're not too bright, but the Good Lord acts in obscure ways. He might just possibly have given my heavenly Dream Pussy to a scatter brain. Now turn around you, on the double!

(improvisation; now it's Bella's emergency exit which becomes considerably stretched. But somehow it's hard to penetrate.)

Princess: Oh no! You've just the kind of clamped asshole as each of my thirty court girls. This won't do at all!

Bella: But my dear, dear Princess! Can't you remember me then? Oww..It's still hurting from last night. That's why it's a bit difficult now...Honestly!

Princess: So young and so much lies already. Let me tell you that you are the sixth girl this morning who is pretending the very same thing. But I know an excellent medicine for deceiving, sore little shitholes. You'll be amazed what a bit of cool cucumber can do. Bring me a cucumber at once!

Bella: (still bent over and impaled by the Princess' glass rod) Cinderella!

Mother: Sssh! You dummy!

Princess: Are you being a nuisance, fat ass? In that case I'll find something funny to do with that carpet beater over there.

(From the right Cinderella enters with a blushing, sweaty face, carrying in her hand a rather moist looking cucumber).

Cinderella: Oh, pardon me! I thought someone called for me.

(Someone like Cinderella immediately understands the intention when that kind of thing is being said to her. Not only does she turn around, but obediently bends over right away. She knows how the wind blows, when her poor buttocks enter the conversation.)

Princess: Hot damn, you're a hot dame! Such a terible shame you weren't at my ball yesterday. Oh well, we can always pretend you were. But I'll have to finish this job first. (sniffs at the cucumber) Now wait a minute! This here smells godawfullyfucking damned just like a red hot girl's ass! Jeez, I'm dripping all over the ground. Tell me girl, have you been doing nasty things with this fine, big, slippery cucumber?

Cinderella: That's the way Madam wants me to polish the cucumbers and carrots, your highness.

Princess:(after another exstatic sniff) Oh, I'll certainly call you in a minute. Now go back to your merry polishing. (to Bella) It's almost a sin against nature to shove a delicacy like this up your B-movie arse, but that's were I must shove it up. Down with you! Don't leave all the dirty work to your mother.

(Bella gets down on her knees besides mother and starts to lick the other boot. Her nightdress is of course still somewhere around her waist, offering the audience a new point of view into the mysteries of creamy white young ladies' asses. The Princess doesn't seem impressed and - being a woman of her word- she amazes every one (Bella included) with the dexterity by which she manages to twist the adult cucumber into Bella's kitchen entrance. The accompanying groaning and gasping of the girl therefore shouldn't sound complaining, but surprised.

Nor has the memory of mother's subversive behaviour slipped the Princess's mind. Here again she shows herself being a real Princess. She spontaneously thinks of a wholly original way of using the carpet beater. With one masterly executed movement she inserts the sturdy handle into mother's already so battered lady's arse till the nostalgic instrument triumphantly points upwards.)

(Ok, thank you ladies and gentlemen, thank you. Very nice of you to applaud the rare treat these two great actresses have just given us, but let's try not to interrupt the play.)

Princess: (to Clotilde) Your turn now, little cunt! Oh yes, I remember you, don't I now? Yesterday just before I started to vomit you were honey mouthing me. I remember myself thinking: this one's perfumed whore's butt should get a good taste of the royal whip!

Clotilde: (bending over in an exaggerated coquettish way, baring her saddle of love) Oh my Princess, I so prayed that you would remember me! I beg you, take me once again like you did on the balcony! Please fulfill my desire!

Princess: If you don't stop your insane quacking right now, I'll puke all over you. May the Blessed Virgin forbid that my Dream Pussy would be such a girlie magazine type! But look, this is a surprise: your bottom certainly has been spanked soundly! Tell me, who did it?

Clotilde: My mother did, your Majesty. Ow, careful please! I'm still a bit sore there.

Princess: (giving the carpet beater a few approving twists) You're not beyond hope, big girl. I recognize a skilled mother when I see one. (to Clotilde) I admit that you look much more attractive now than I would have thought possible. I'm absolutely crazy about freshly spanked girls' butts. So hiho,there we go! (penetrates Clotilde's rosy pucker. Alas, again it's hardly a smashing success)

Princess: You dirty little liar! I bet you haven't ever felt a really good shaft inside your crack before. You will call that gorgeous kitchen wench of yours right now! And tell her to bring a pair of fine, biggish carrots.

(Shortly hereafter Clotilde is on her knees between her mother and her sis, two huge orange carrots gayly projecting from her rear. Some people might object to the dissonance between the rich, glowing pink of her voluptuous, spoiled-rotten-girl's buttocks, but I don't think the audience will complain. The average porno lover hardly cares at all about esthetics. Quite to the contrary, one tends to think: often dissonance of colour seems to be the rule. Anyway, we now have a spectacle that tries to cater to every taste! The whole stage has been transformed into a veritable orgy of plump, widely stretched butts. What else could anyone desire? And all of this is happening in boring old Y. without a video camera anywhere near. Actually video camera's still had to be invented).

Princess: (to Cinderella) Here we are at last, my sweetie! I know it doesn't make sense, but I'll bloody well refuse to deny my glass dipper such a tasty thing. Holy Mary rim my rosy rear! Another pair of well warmed bunnies! I bet it was old fatty here again, who has been working out on you? (Tries to push the carpet beater still deeper inside. Mother utters exotic noises). I swear it by the Queen Mother's sacred hot shithole: if you can't be my Dream Pussy, I'll take you into my service with excellent carreer possibilities! Oh this pant soiling sweet weaty smell of yours! It makes my belly go to jelly.

(This last exclamation has indeed earned a certain fame by the great Tina Turner. We repeat however, that this whole thing happened well before the wonderful sixties started.)

Princess: Such a pity that you belong to the oppressed, economically deprived classes which will have to wait several centuries for their constitutional rights, meanwhile ruthlessly being employed by the ruling, imperialist oligarchy!

(Sorry for this. The Princess did a few years at a rather pinkish college. There is no other justification for this quite irrelevant and boring interjection.

Even so, the tension rather grows, don't you think? The piece has almost finished anyway and by stretching it in this unnatural way we allow you a few more minutes of being enchanted by those three wriggling asses waving to you with amusing objects. That's what you came here for in the first place, isn't it? Enjoy it, while it lasts, that's what I say.)

Princess: Let's take the plunge, my hot kitchen angel! Polish my poor little dagger with your fine, foul sphincterella!

(Now follow a few seconds of such universally shocking swearwords, that we had rather not have them in printed form. We suggest that you try to improvise in the best way you can, but make it convincing, OK?)

Princess: ..I'll go crazy! What is happening to me? Aaahhhhh! I'm sucked dry! Dream Pussy!!!!

Curtains

About time too, don't you think? Just imagine a person peacefully enjoying an honest porno story and suddenly it turns into some kind of Neo-Marxist cultural crap. Let's turn back to the real story, if we can find it back at all. Now let me remember: we were in Churchhampton. Please check it out: several pages ago miss Lettie was just pulling up the knickers of that horny so called chambermaid in order to have a better look at those redly mottled buns.

So sad that the chapter ends here. These events might very well take a considerable time, you see, bearing in mind that this miss Lettie is none other than the Beautiful Princess from the fairy tale. Things may become very, very thrilling for our dear Ginny!

(c)DPK 2000