Characters: Cinderella, Drizella, Anastasia, Lady Tremaine, Edgar Balthazar
Categories: Cinderella, The Aristocats
Contains: Femslash, Slave, Incest, Smothering/Queening, Fisting, SM, Rape, Spanking, Anal, Shoe Fucking, Findom
Requested By: Darkness Rissing

A young girl crept through the night. She possessed fair, flawless even, skin, pink lips and twinkling blue eyes, medium-length strawberry-blonde hair with soft bangs, pulled into a French twist that is complimented with light silver band over it. She was of average height with a slender hourglass figure, attired in a sparkling silvery-blue ball gown with a low-cut neckline, lighter peplum, capped sleeves, opera gloves and a delicate laced white petticoat with a pair of glass slippers topped with sparkly hearts, she wears a simple black choker around her neck and long evening gloves cover most of her arms beneath her opera gloves.

Cinderella's gown glittered in the night, her bare skin prickled against the cool night air. Her oceanic eyes glancing round every few steps, she rounded a street corner. She paused at a open large, black, cast iron gate, she swallowed before stepping through the gateway.

She could just make out the outline of aged statues, half broken, decorating the front lawn of the mansion. She swallowed once again, her heart pounding within her chest, her fingers flexing at her side as she strolled over the cracked path, pausing before crossing a wooden bride, below her a moat that encircled the mansion. She slowly ascended the cracked marble steps, stopping outside the wooden doorway.

Cinderella raised her hand, curling it into a fist, hesitating, before knocking on the old door. She winced slightly as she retracted her hand, briefly wondering if anyone heard, the thick door muffling her knock.

The creaking of the door echoed throughout the night air. Cinderella's hands balled into nervous fists at her sides as she was met by an aged man at the door.

He stood with a strict posture, a slender man with fair skin, half bald and dark grey hair, and black eyebrows. He wore a black coat, a vest with a brown front, a black bowtie, a white dress shirt with red cufflinks, lacy pink armbands with red linings, grey stirrup pants, pink suspenders and black shoes with medium grey splats.

The man known as Edgar Balthazar stepped aside, extending his right arm, ushering the princess in.

"Greetings Princess Cinderella." His tone was polite and respectful despite his dislike for her and her brethren.

"Thank you Edgar, not to be rude by why…." Cinderella greeted as she stepped over the threshold, her question dying in her throat.

"Not all of us are royalty, I am merely here for a little extra cash, Lady Tremaine informed me of your arrival, I trust you know where to find the room?" the blonde winced at hint of a mocking tone in his voice.

Cinderella gave no answer and simply left the villainous butler behind.

"Have fun." The aged man called after her.

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Cinderella paused outside a single door along an extended hallway on the top floor of the mansion. Just like home many doors decorated the corridor, suits of armour filling the space between them with a scarlet carpet lining the floor. The door before her had a familiar fat cat carved into the centre of the top of the door.

She raised her fist once again and knocked on the door. A muffled 'enter' sounded soon after.

Cinderella entered the room, slowly closing the door behind her. She slowly turned to face the three sets of eyes watching her, subtly taking in the interior of the room. There was a single four poster, queen-sized bed, a dark mahogany dresser rested against the wall with a wardrobe at its side (1).

The fair-skinned Lady Tremaine stood behind her two daughters, her thin red lips set in her signature dark smirk upon her heart-shaped face; her sickly green eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness of the room. She possessed a rather large hooked nose with pronounced creases on either sides of it. Her attire consisted of green orb-shaped earrings, a crimson gown with a golden brooch near her neck with a green gem embedded within it, her gown possessing a high purple collar with extended purple sleeves and a green ring on her right ring finger. Her grey hear styled in a high heart-shaped pompadour, her dark cane resting in her light yet firm grip.

Before the well-aged woman stood her eldest daughter Drizella, who possessed a slender figure, a fair skinned complexion like her mother, shoulder length, dark brown hair with rolled locks on the back. She was clothed in a chartreuse coloured long sleeved nightgown with a white ribbon in the centre and a matching sleeping hat. She smirked at the blonde before her, pointing her nose in the air.

And to the right of Drizella stood Anastasia, much like her sister and mother she had a slender figure, a fair complexion, she had long red hair with black eyes. Her attire consisted of a magenta long sleeved nightgown with a white ribbon in the centre over her chest with a matching sleeping hat much like her older sister. Though unlike Drizella Anastasia's gaze was locked on Cinderella, chewing her bottom lip as to stop a large grin from splitting across her face.

"Greetings mother." Cinderella bowed her head, her stepsister's large bare feet filling her gaze, Anastasia's toes were painted a deep red and Drizella's a lime green. "Sisters."

"Hello, princess." Anastasia spat as she and her sister stepped forward, taking up a position on either side of the blonde.

"It has been…too long since we last saw you Cinderella, I do hope your time in a life of luxury hasn't distracted you from your true calling." Lady Tremaine drawled.

"I think she has mother, she seems to have forgotten how to greet her betters." Drizella sniffed.

"Y-You are not…my betters."

"What did you say? Speak up girl!" Lady Tremaine snapped.

"I said, you are not my betters! All my life you have been treating me like dirt and using, abusing me as you please! But no more!" the blonde's voice was firm, her head lifting as her anger fuelled gaze met her stepmother's.

"And what are you going to do? You're nothing but a simple, cowardly serving girl." Anastasia laughed.

"I am not a serving girl…I'm a princess, I'm a strong independent woman and I'm not going to do things I don't want to, least of all because you say so! I'm cleaning my hands of you! You have no power over me!"

Both Anastasia and Drizella take half a step towards Cinderella only to stop as the base of their mother's cane hit the floor and raised her hand as to quell their anger.

"Independent?" she laughed "You only got where you are now by marrying your prince, when he leaves you, you will no longer be royalty. I wouldn't call that independent."

Anastasia and Drizella giggle.

"You say you're a strong princess, and that we have no power over you, that you will not do anything you don't want to anymore…well that's all well and good my dear, I just have one question."

Cinderella said nothing.

"If you don't want anything to do with us…then why are you here?"

The blonde went rigid.

"Wh-What?"

"If you really don't want anything to do with us, to as you so eloquently put it, clean your hands of us, then all you must have done is simply not come here tonight, just ignore us and never speak to us again. And yet you came here, why is that dear? Is it that you actually enjoyed how we treat you?"

Drizella and Anastasia shared a look, dark grins splitting across their faces.

"Wh-What are you t-talking about? Y-You treated me like a slave. You…"

"And you liked it." Lady Tremaine finished.

"N-No!"

"You liked being ordered around, to be looked down upon by us." Lady Tremaine smirked.

"Wh-Why would I-I like…"

"Why because it's your rightful place dear."

"No!"

Slap

Cinderella turned with the momentum of the strike to face Anastasia. Drizella's hand print illuminating on her cheek. The blonde's eyes were wide with shock. Drizella had hit her. She had slapped her.

"How dare you speak to my mother that way?! Who the hell do you think you are?" Drizella spat.

Slap

This time it was Anastasia. Cinderella managed to catch herself this time before she stumbled too close to the eldest of the two sisters.

"Yeah! You're just a serving girl and that's what you will always be, mother's word is law as far as you're concerned."

Both her cheeks flushed with pain and embarrassment.

"B-Bu…"

Slap

Drizella again.

"Foolish girl, if you were meant to be royalty you would have been born with blue blood rather than having to seduce it."

Tears welled in the blonde's eyes. She was unsure if it was from the pain or her 'family's' words. She was sorely tempted to remind her stepmother she tried to have her daughters do the same thing.

"And even when you did, you just left us. I kept you, clothed you and fed you ever since your father died and you repay us by running off with a prince and never letting us see a single penny of your new fortune."

Cinderella opened her mouth only to be cut off again.

"Silence. I did not give you permission to speak. You know had the prince married Anastasia or Drizella I wouldn't have left you behind, I'd give you a job in the palace. Yet you gave us nothing, not even a small allowance to keep your father's home afloat."

Lady Tremaine's words stung her. Most of the sting coming from her comment on her late father.

"You showed your true colours that day Cinderella." Cinderella squeezed her eyes shut.

"Enough! You treated me like a slave for over a decade and this place stopped being mine and my father's home the second you took it!" the girl's shouts soon became screams as Drizella's hand took hold of the blonde's hair, her hand curling into a fist as she yanked the poor girl from one side to the other, her knees buckling.

"How dare you talk to mother like that!" Drizella's saliva coated Cinderella's face.

Cinderella stumbled back, trying to fight her way out of her stepsister's grip, wincing. Anastasia smirked, stepping forward, her fist ensnaring the back of Cinderella's dress before yanking it back, Drizella released her hold and the blonde flew back.

Anastasia pulled back, tearing a large piece of Cinderella's gown from her back, she and her sister laughing as the blonde fell to the floor, upper back exposed, her hair a mess – her band now in Drizella's grip. Low groans emitted from the princess.

"Listen to yourself, groaning like a common whore, not very fitting for a 'princess' now is it?" Drizella sneered, placing a strong mocking tone on her stepsister's title.

Cinderella's eyes squeezed shut; Drizella's insult echoing throughout her mind. Anastasia laughed again, claiming a handful of Cinderella's gown before tearing it away and tossing it the floor, leaving the blonde's slender stocking clad leg exposed.

"Then perhaps she should dress like one." The redhead quipped, Drizella's response was to tear more of the gown away; revealing Cinderella's other leg – the blonde cried out as she felt her stepsisters begin to shred her gown as they had her mother's pink dress the night of the ball.

A light blush tinged the blonde's cheek as the segment of her gown that covered her chest was torn away, leaving her light purple bra restraining her C cup breasts, a low tickling sensation spreading through her abdomen.

A devious smirk spread across Anastasia's lips, she roughly took hold of Cinderella's now exposed arm and with a single yank pulled her in close before capturing her lips.

Cinderella squealed into her stepsister's lips, pulling back as she felt Anastasia's tongue press against her lips. She managed to pull away.

Slap

Cinderella cried out, falling into Anastasia, the right side of her face being forced into Anastasia's bosom her free hand cradling her reddening cheek as her tear filled gaze turned towards Drizella.

The blonde scarcely had time to register the dark glare before her lips were once again captured by Anastasia, startled she was unable to stop her stepsister's tongue from forcing its way into her mouth.

Cinderella gasped out, her cheeks burning with a mixture of pain and embarrassment from the humiliation and something she refused to acknowledge as she felt Anastasia dominate her tongue when she tried to resist.

She tried to pull back but Anastasia kept a firm hold. Cinderella's hands curled into fist as her lungs began to protests; she pushed against Anastasia only to cry into the redhead's lips as she felt Anastasia's nails dig into her delicate skin.

Her shoulders rose in an attempt to curl in on herself.

Anastasia released her, breathing heavily, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting their lips before it dropped. Cinderella leaned back, her chest heaving heavily as she gulped down the oxygen, her face burning red.

Anastasia grinned, quickly regaining control of her breathing. Her smirk returned, larger than before as she noticed a light dampness to her stepsister's panties. Her hand show out, her fingers curling into a fist over the front of the panties, feeling a rather pleasurable rush as the blonde cried out in alarm as she tore her panties from her – leaving her shaven pussy exposed. Anastasia ripped the undergarment in half before tossing the remaining rags across the room.

"You really are a common whore aren't you?" Drizella mocked as she reached down and traced her finger tips over Cinderella's exposed pussy, noting the light moisture beneath her fingers. Cinderella shivered beneath the touch, sharply inhaling when Drizella made initial contact.

Anastasia laughed before slamming her palm into Cinderella's exposed shoulder, the blonde quickly lost her balance, wincing as her upper body slammed onto the floor. The laughter of her two sisters echoing around her as Anastasia tore her silver stockings from her legs, shredding them and Drizella ripped her bra from her chest, tearing it in half and tossed it away.

Throughout the commotion Lady Tremaine had slowly began to approach her daughters, and stepdaughter. She gracefully lowered her position before slowly sliding each glass slipper before raising back to her full height, a small cruel smile upon her lips as she admired the display before her, she placed the shoes atop her bed, for later.

Cinderella pushed against the floor in an attempt to get up and away from her sisters. Her effort was in vain as Drizella's fist pounded in to Cinderella's chest. The blonde cried out in pain, her head slamming back onto the ground as her torso fell.

"Perhaps I need to show you your place little whore." Drizella sniggered as she hiked up her nightie, her free hand dipping under the hem and swiftly removing her lime green thong; she tossed them atop Cinderella's heaving chest before striding over to the still gasping blonde.

Cinderella's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and arousal in her eyes as Drizella's large, bare feet landed on either side of her head and her sight was filled with Drizella's exposed rear and rather swollen pussy.

Drizella swiftly lowered herself, dropping her rear onto the blonde's face. Her smirk growing as her eyes closed to savour the sensation of having the new 'princess' beneath her rear. She lightly squirmed in place, grinding her ass against Cinderella's face.

Cinderella's hands shot up, her dainty hands trying to gain a strong hold of Drizella's legs. Drizella's eyes opened, her smirk dropping into a disapproving frown as she lifted her left foot off the floor, Cinderella's arm rising with it. The brunette smirked darkly as she slammed her large foot atop Cinderella's stomach.

The blonde cried into Drizella's ass, losing her grip on that leg, her stepsister moaning as the vibrations of her scream brought her pleasure. Spurred on by her screams Drizella stomped her foot atop the blonde's left arm, groaning in pleasure as Cinderella's body lurched in pain as she gasped into Drizella's ass.

"Now be a good little whore and let go of my other leg." Drizella giggled, her smirk becoming a grin as Cinderella's other arm fell to the floor. "Good girl." She mocked before lifting her other foot and slamming it atop the still free arm, harder than the last one. She relished as she felt the screams from her stepsister.

"Now my little whore…" Drizella began; her grin going as she edged forward on her captive's face, the force of her feet on the blonde's arms briefly increasing – earning her some more pleasurable gasps of pain. "You are going to put that whore mouth of yours to good use and eat out my ass and if you do a good job I might let you pleasure my pussy." She continued with a tone of superiority.

She felt light attempts of movement beneath her rear, yet no licking. She glared down between her legs, her grin growing when she saw the shade of red the blonde's neck was.

"I don't feel any licking." Drizella declared in a chipper tone as she extended her hand, reaching for the blonde's exposed breasts, her index finger outstretching till it's tip began to circle the blonde's pointed nipple.

A muffled, failed, gasp sounded beneath her as Cinderella pushed her chest up. "Oh you like that do you?" the blonde's bare breasts raised higher, the shade of her neck darkening. Her legs squirming and toes scrunching as she tried in vain to move her head.

"Well let's see if you like this too." Drizella said softly as she placed her thumb and index finger upon the blonde's nipple, enjoying the following failed startled gasp. She began to apply pressure, slow and light at first only to increase it faster and faster, until the nipple was almost flattened between her fingers.

Cinderella screamed in pain. Her neck now purple. The brunette began to slap the other breast, laughing as she left red prints from her hand, loving every scream she felt.

The brunette shivered in pleasure as she felt a slender and warm wiggling tongue reach up into her, tasting her ass. Drizella felt herself relax on the blonde's face, gasping in pleasure.

"Good girl." She sighed, briefly lifting her rear from Cinderella's face, allowing her to gasp for air, filling her lungs as she released a small cry of pain as more of Drizella's weight was placed on her arms. Drizella reclaimed her seat and released her stepsister's breasts, for now.

As soon as Drizella reclaimed her throne she felt the blonde's tongue get back to work in exploring every crevice.

"Such a good whore." Drizella moaned, she turned to her sister who was sat by Cinderella's legs, lightly fondling her breasts "But still you did fail to follow my orders until I was forced to punish you…Anastasia why don't you show this little whore what happens when you fail to obey?"

Anastasia grinned. She crawled over to the opening of Cinderella's legs, her gaze locked on the blonde's slick pussy.

"The bitch is enjoying this." Anastasia stated as she slapped Cinderella's sensitive pussy, enjoying how her body jolted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"It seems your body knows its proper place." Drizella laughed as she grinded herself against the blonde's tongue "Beneath us." She finished.

Anastasia slapped Cinderella again, even harder this time, she jolted again. Anastasia soon lost herself in the moment and began to repeatedly slap Cinderella's cunt, each slap harder than the last – even her hand was stinging.

Cinderella cried into Drizella ass, squirming in place but unable to do anything, her head pinned to the floor by Drizella's ass, her arms by her legs and Anastasia was too close for her legs to do anything aside from receiving a blow from her back hand when they got too close.

Then it happened as Anastasia landed another blow two of her fingers slid up to the knuckle into the blonde's hungry pussy. Cinderella gasped out, her walls clamping down on her fingers.

Why was she enjoying this?

She hadn't time to ponder her question as she felt the fingers slowly slide out. She groaned in pleasure. Then nothing, her pussy was left alone…and it burned, she lightly thrust her hips upwards in search of pleasure.

"Such a disgusting whore." Anastasia spat as she thrust four fingers into her stepsister, her grin expanding as she watched her body convulse as she cried out, not ready for so many intruders.

"I wonder, could I fit my whole hand in here?" Anastasia mused allowed.

"Give it a try dear sister." Drizella laughed, she lifted her rear from the blonde, smirking as she admired the pained winces of the blonde and how red and sticky her face war. "Would you like that little whore?"

"Please…no…" she gasped out.

"Wrong answer." Drizella sang as she slammed her rear atop the blonde's face. She lifted it again, taking in the pained expression.

"Would you like that little whore? Do you want my sister to feed that whorish pussy of yours?"

Her voice was caught in her throat. What could she say? And why was the burning getting stronger, why were her southern lips clamping down on Anastasia's fingers.

Once again Drizella dropped all her wait on Cinderella's face before lifting herself again.

"Would you like it little whore?"

"Yes." She answered without realising.

"Then ask beg my sister to do it, beg her to feed your pussy."

The burning became an inferno, pleasure spreading throughout her body.

Why did she feel so hot? Why did she like this?

She slowly turned her gaze to Anastasia.

"Anastasia plea…" she was silenced as Drizella dropped herself upon her once again and just as she had done before she lifted soon after.

"That is no way to speak to your betters' slut!" Oh how she wanted to argue against her sister, that she wasn't beneath them. But the words wouldn't come…and even if they did…would they be true?

Cinderella swallowed, her voice catching in her throat, her mind reeling at her stepsister's words, the low heat building with each word and action of her stepsisters. Her hesitation was rewarded by another close up view with Drizella's rear as it slammed on her face once again, this time Drizella went one further by grinding her rear against the blonde's face to emphasise her point and Cinderella's true station.

The brunette pressed her weight down on the 'princess's' arms once again as she lifted her rear once again.

"Now try again little whore."

Cinderella swallowed. "Please…Mistress Anastasia…put your hand inside…my pussy." She gasped out.

Her stepsisters threw their heads back in laughter, Anastasia sliding the remainder of her fist into Cinderella till her wrist hit the blonde's slick pussy entrance.

Cinderella released a loud moan, lightly lifting her hips. Drizella reclaimed her seat, enjoying the feeling of the 'princess's' moans more than she had her screams, the now clumsy licks accenting her pleasure.

Anastasia slowly slid out her fist until only her knuckles remained in – enjoying how the blonde shivered and convulsed before her – she paused a second before driving her fist forward, sliding into Cinderella until she passed her wrist. Cinderella's whole body jumped off the floor at the sudden, deeper intrusion. Drizella jumped in place and she stopped her resistance, soon starting to lightly squirm on the redhead's arm.

"Such a horny little slut." Anastasia giggled, she pulled her hand back out, much faster than before, she slammed it back in, laughing as the helpless blonde cried and moaned into her sister's ass and attempted to hump her arms whenever it slid in. she repeated her motions numerous times, getting faster and faster with every shove, each one more forceful than the last.

Cinderella felt tears leak from her eyes and be soaked into Drizella's smooth skin. A haze of pain and pleasure clouded her mind and twisting her thoughts. She felt her body tense, her southern lips convulsing round Anastasia…no…Mistress Anastasia's wrist. She cried into Mistress Drizella as she clamped down on the redhead's wrist, her cum spewing from her pussy and covering her fist.

She heard their muffled laughter as the hand was retracted. Her lungs were starting to ache again.

Anastasia retracted her hand once again, sliding it out as slow as she could. She felt a twitch down below as she watched Cinderella's cum pour out of her pussy with every inch that she took back her hand. Once fully out the cum flowed freely onto the carpet, even dripping from her wrist.

"Looks like the little bitch really enjoyed that." Anastasia laughed, she glanced at the blonde's head, or what she could see of it, and her deep red skin "I wonder how she likes the taste of pussy." She wondered aloud, her smile evolving into a wicked smirk.

"Well she has been such a good little whore…" Drizella began, a large smile on her face as she altered her position till her pussy lips rested on the blonde's lips "Enjoy." She felt the blonde shiver beneath her as she laughed before she put her lips and tongue to work.

Anastasia admired her now sticky, sopping hand. Her gaze returned to Cinderella's throbbing cunt, her smile growing as she proceeded to wipe the sticky juices over the girl's thighs, enjoying how she shivered under her touch.

Drizella's moans filled the air.

"Oh god! It's like this is what you're meant to be…" the brunette moaned as she ground herself against Cinderella's lips and determined tongue.

The fire between Cinderella's legs continued to grow.

Drizella slammed her pussy against Cinderella's face. The pleasurable sensations and ministrations combined with the fact it was Cinderella she was using to get off made it all the better, pleasure shooting up her spine and throughout her body. With each lick and every grind she felt herself come closer and closer to her release.

Cinderella's tongue twisted and churned inside her pussy. It probed and tickled her inner walls, teased her clit with its tip. She gasped in pleasure, inhaling sharply as she clamped down on the invading tongue, squeezing it with an iron grip as she convulsed. Her pussy writhing in pleasure as her juices began to gush out and fill the blonde's waiting mouth.

"Swallow bitch!" Drizella cried. The fire between the blonde's legs grew.

Cinderella's lips parted, she allowed the hot, sticky liquid to flow into her mouth, quickly filling it. She gulped it down fast, desperate to avoid spilling a drop, half fearing and half…horny? At the thought of what her sisters would do to her if she didn't swallow it all.

Drizella shivered as the last of her juices flowed into the blonde's mouth and down her throat. The brunette slid off of Cinderella's face, who gasped for breath as her stepsister rested against the bed, breathing hard.

Lady Tremaine with her usual smirk picked up her cane from where it rested against one of her bed's posts. She slowly made her way to her dresser, constructed of dark mahogany. She extended her foot beneath the dresser, hooking it on the wooden stool beneath it, sliding it out. Dark polished, wooden legs with a deep purple cushion atop of it.

With one mature, barefoot she pushed it over to the still down blonde.

"Assume the position, child." Cinderella stiffened when she heard the controlled, angry tone of her stepmother.

She weakly looked up at matriarch of her family.

"Now!"

She flinched. Jumping to her knees, she stumbled, tripping over herself. She fell atop the footstool, wincing as her pointed nipples were squished beneath the weight of her own breasts.

"Now, child, you are going to apologize for the disrespect you showed us earlier."

She lifted her cane, and with one single solid motion slapped the wooden cane against Cinderella's bare, tender rear. The sound of wood slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room, a red mark materialising upon her ass as Cinderella cried out in pain, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" She cried.

"What!?"

The cane spanked her ass once again; a new mark appeared near the previous one. She cried out again, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Mistress!"

"Ungrateful child. It seems I have been too soft with you…well I won't be making that mistake again." She spanked the blonde again and again, and again. Each stroke was harder than the last, Cinderella cried out after each one, her hands curling into fists as she fought to remain in the same position…desperate to avoid moving and inviting any additional punishment.

Lady Tremaine struck the blonde's rear one last time, harder than any of her previous strikes combined, over the previous marks she'd left. Three small spots within the fresh mark opening to reveal three small spots of blood. Cinderella arched her back, lifting her head, crying out in pain only to be silenced by her own gasp as her stepmother's grip ensnared her hair, nails digging into her scalp as she was pulled back.

Lady Tremaine leant in.

"If cry out one more time I'm going to going to shove those glass heels up your fucking ass, do you understand?!" her voice was a harsh, aggressive whisper.

"Yes…Mistress." Cinderella gasped out in a small voice.

"Good, now, you are going to thank me for each stroke."

"Yes Mistress."

Lady Tremaine shoved Cinderella back onto the footstool and slammed her cane against her naked ass. She grit her teeth, inhaling sharply to swallow her initial cry.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Good girl." She slapped her rear again.

"Thank you Mistress."

"So tell me slave." Lady Tremaine began with a smile; Cinderella felt another pang of heat down below. "Which hurts more? Backhand?" She slapped her rear with a backhanded swing.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Or forehand?" She swung the cane again, altering her hold and slapping her rear.

"Th-Thank you Mistress."

"Answer me slave!" She struck the red rear once again, more red spots appeared.

Cinderella swallowed, why did she feel so hot? Why did she like this?

"Backhand Mistress." Lady Tremaine chuckled, altering her hold once again before proceeding to release a barrage of strikes from her cane, each one backhanded and each one Cinderella thanked her.

"You've been an ungrateful, disobedient child haven't you?"

Slap

"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

Slap

"Thank you! Mistress."

"And as a good parent I should be the one to put you back in your place."

Slap

"Thank you Mistress."

"You came here an ungrateful, disobedient brat…but you will leave reformed, knowing your place in life."

Slap

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

The spankings continued for another half an hour before Lady Tremaine finally stopped. She stepped back to admire her work, Cinderella's ass was beaten raw, several small cuts decorating the patterned, red scars.

She extended her cane, smirking as the child flinched as she pushed her ass cheeks apart with her cane. She glanced towards her daughters.

The sisters were both resting against the bed, Drizella's legs were spread and she was pumping her pussy with her fingers, moaning in pleasure as Anastasia sat beside her, lightly rubbing her fingers over her now exposed pussy, resisting the urge to insert her fingers inside her as she roughly fondled her right breast through her nightie.

"Girls." The two froze, each looking up at their mother. "Bring me her slippers."

Cinderella tensed, unconsciously holding her breath. Her sisters…no her mistresses, jumped to their feet, each of them grabbing one of her glass slippers and rushing over to their mother.

"Girls, I think it's time for you to contribute in reaffirming tonight's lessons for Cinderella." The girl in question grew tenser.

"What do you want us to do?" Drizella asked, an eager grin splitting her face as she lightly rubbed her pussy through her nightie with her free hand.

"I want you to take these…slippers." The final word spoken with snobbish arrogance "And put one in her cunt and the other up her ass."

The two sisters burst into fits of cringe worthy laughter.

"But…" Cinderella began.

Slap

The blonde bit back her cry of pain as she felt her stepmother spank her ass with her cane once again.

"Looks like my lessons haven't sunk in yet…you'd better learn soon you brat or trust me, I'll beat you so hard you'll be begging me to end it...and I'm sure the others would love to try out our little slave…I wonder how many times you could take being used before you break." She slowly bent over till she was eyelevel with Cinderella throughout her threat, punctuating it by spitting in her face. The blonde gasped, leaning back, feeling the heat down below throb as she felt the foreign saliva slowly slid down her cheek, leaving a trail starting just below her left eye.

"I'm Sorry Mistress…thank you Mistress."

"Better, now we are going to continue your lessons as I decide."

"Yes Mistress."

"Besides I never said I wouldn't shove that slipper up your ass if you were good, just that I would if you kept screaming…and I won't be the one doing it."

"Yes Mistress." Cinderella squeezed her eyes shut.

Lady Tremaine leaned back, returning to her full height, her superior dark smile ever present. She turned back to the girls who just stood their ground, watching with lust filled gazes.

"Get. To. It." Her voice firm and filled with the air of authority.

The two girls burst into action, rather clumsily dropping to their knees by Cinderella, each holding a shoe. Drizella smirked as she took the heel of the high heeled glass slipper and forced it into her soaked cunt, she was honestly surprised and a tad disappointed that the blonde's pussy ate the heel so eagerly and the groan she received was more one of pleasure than pain.

Anastasia, however, got a more…desirable response as she positioned the heel over the blonde's anus – receiving pained whimpers from just spreading the 'princess's' cheeks, much to her own pleasure. She lightly pressed the tip against the puckering hole. Cinderella whimpered. A dark, lustful smile spread across Anastasia's face, she carefully placed a hand over the shoe's opening, the other hand holding the tip in place. And with one almighty push the redhead slammed the heel into the blonde's anus, up to the base.

Cinderella screamed in pain, her whole body jumping forward. Tears streaming down her face like a river, more tears than she had shed the rest of her night. She released a gurgled gasp of pain from her throat. Pain filled her lower body, slowly spreading, her toes curling, her fist tightening till her bunt nails tried to break the skin of her palm.

Drizella began to pump Cinderella with her shoe, cum oozing out from the start, but even with the pleasure induced from being fucked with her shoe the pain of the one in her ass remained dominant. It became harder not to scream as Anastasia began to slowly slide the heel out of her rectum before slowly pushing it back in. Nor did it get any easier when the redhead started to pick up speed to the point no sooner had the heel left her rear was it slamming back down again – she even missed a few times…she was certain there was a cut or two where the glass heel had hit the tender areas around her hole when it missed.

Lady Tremaine began to fondle one of her breasts as she watched the display. To watch her daughters put that girl in her place was beyond enticing for her…but it wasn't enough.

Cinderella's muffled groans of pain began to be infected by hints of pleasure as pain and pleasure began to merge…she knew soon it would be hard to tell what she was feeling as she was penetrated by her slippers. Her pussy began to quiver once again, she squeezed her eyes shut as it clamped down on the heel and gushed out on her heel, her cum flowing into the shoe and filling it.

Drizella glanced to her mother, eyes widening as she watched her mother fondle her breasts and tease her pointed nipple through her attire as she lightly pushed the handle of her cane against the fabric concealing her pussy.

"Keep going."

Drizella resumed her pumping of Cinderella's pussy, much to the blonde's pleasure; her hungry pussy eagerly devoured the heel, squelching sounds joined the constant mixed groans of pain and pleasure.

"Anastasia."

The redhead turned to her mother, not stopping her rapid fucking of Cinderella's anus – her lack of attention causing her to miss even more and force the heel to find the hole rather than pull back and try again – the blonde nearly screamed, nearly.

"I think it's time to move onto the next part of Cinderella's lesson, it's time she saw where she belongs in life." She began, with a lustful voice. "Sit on the bed."

Anastasia didn't say anything. She released the heel, fully buried into Cinderella's anus, causing the blonde to whimper in pain and discouragement. The redhead rose to her feet and briskly moved to the bed, claiming a seat on the edge.

"Brat, crawl over to Anastasia's feet and lie beneath them."

Drizella let go of the slipper, halfway into the 'princess'. The blonde whimpered as she pushed herself up and started to crawl towards her mistress. The glass slipper in her pussy quickly fell out and landed with a light thump on the carpet. The one on her ass, however, slowly began to slide out with each minor movement, Cinderella cringed with each movement.

When she reached Anastasia it finally fell out, thankfully. She was more than relieved when she could no longer feel the heel and heard the familiar light thud. She slowly lowered herself to the floor, lying on her back. She slid herself upwards so that her head was beneath where Anastasia's rather large feet rested in the air.

They were a little dirty and had a light odour to them…but it wasn't unpleasant. Her pussy pulsated as she looked up at her Mistress's foot; it took up her whole field of vision.

"This is where you belong." It was Lady Tremaine; she'd recognised the voice anywhere, even when filled with lust. "Beneath us, you are worth less than the dirt on Anastasia's sole, her toe jam has more rights than you."

"Yes Mistress."

"You are to worship her feet, in fact whenever you are here and we are not using you, you are to assume such a position and worship our feet unless instructed otherwise, regardless of where we are and who is there. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"If you see I or my daughters out in public you are to bow before them and kiss their feet, even if you're…ugh…friends are with you…in fact especially if they are there."

"Yes Mistress."

"You will come here whenever we summon you and you shall worship us until we want to use you."

"Yes Mistress."

"You belong to us."

"Yes Mistress."

"We are your betters."

"Yes Mistress."

"Then say it." She paused, but only a second.

"You are my betters, I belong to you."

"Good, and that means we can do anything we want with you."

"I belong to you Mistress."

"And since you decided not to share your new found wealth I think you should make it up to us. To start with you are to transfer 30% of your royal fortune every month to us, and to make up for your disobedience perhaps we shall rent you out…I'm sure Hans and Gaston would love to have you for a night, and Ursula has been so very lonely since she lost Eric and I'm sure her sticky tentacles would love to enjoy you, perhaps she and Morgana could share you…or if you've been bad or we feel like it we could sell you to Scar, or Shere Khan, maybe even Zira…I'm sure they'd all love to give you a try."

"Anything you desire Mistress."

"You'd do well to remember that brat or I'll feed you to those beasts, I would give you to that bloody snake but…he'd make sure you didn't feel a thing…maybe the hyenas if not those lions or tiger…so many choices…we could film, I'm sure someone here would get off on it." She laughed "Or we could just give you to Maleficent."

"Yes Mistress." Tears were once again rolling down her cheeks.

"Good, now Anastasia put your feet on her."

Anastasia didn't hesitate. She pressed her feet into Cinderella's face. Her feet consuming all of the blonde's world.

"This is your place in life, worshipping the lowest part of us because that's all you deserve…I want you to masturbate to her feet, I want to condition you so that you cum from a single whiff of our feet, that will be your reward brat." Her harsh words drove Cinderella wild, she reached for her pussy only to feel her slipper as Drizella handed it to her. The blonde's fingers curled round the shoe, dipping into the insides, still clean, this was the one Anastasia had shoved into her ass – she shivered at the memory.

She inhaled the potent scent of Anastasia's feet deeply, filling her lungs with her feet stink as she positioned the heel at her pussy and penetrated herself. She found her pleasure heightened by the humiliation of being beneath Anastasia's feet. She was serving them once again…and she loved it.

She pressed her lips against the sole. The lips she kissed her beloved prince with. And began to shower Anastasia's soles with her kisses as she continued to deeply inhale her scent.

"Worship harder." Anastasia moaned as she pressed her feet deeper into Cinderella's as if trying to leave an imprint of her foot – Cinderella nearly came at the thought. All logic she once had was lost to the realm of lust.

Her tongue darted out and began to taste the sole, stretching to sample the rough skin of the heel before trailing to the centre; she licked all that she could reach. The taste of Anastasia's feet dominating her mouth.

Anastasia's feet covered her face completely. She felt the redhead drum her toes as she enjoyed her tongues efforts and it brought her more pleasure. Her pussy devoured half the shoe.

Anastasia's breath hitched in her throat as the blonde's tongue flicked at a rather sensitive area of her sole. She giggled as she continued to drum her toes atop Cinderella's forehead as she reached up and pulled down the neckline of her nightie, allowing her right breast to slip from its rather limited confines. She began to roughly grope it, harshly nipping her erect nipple between her fingers. Her other hand dipped and pulled up the hem of her nightie before plunging her fingers into her dripping twat, gasping in pleasure, she pushed her feet harder into the 'princess's' face. The sensations of the blonde's tongue combined with the fact it was Cinderella was incredible.

Cinderella gasped into Anastasia's sole as another few inches of her slipper slipped inside her with each thrust as continued to kiss, lick and suck on the redhead's giant feet.

"Harder slave!" Anastasia gasped, pressing harder into the blonde's face, she could practically feel Cinderella's erratic pulse beneath her soles.

The pleasure coursing throughout the ex-princess's body intensified at the command, her pussy consumed more of her glass slipper as her efforts to worship Mistress Anastasia's feet were spurred on.

"You're so good at this." Anastasia cried out, her toes scrunching and capturing blonde bangs between them, she rubbed them together. She groaned as she used Cinderella's hair for a toe rag "Maybe I'll keep you as my little foot bitch, you'd be the perfect footstool." She moaned.

Cinderella merely continued to worship her large feet, even starting to lightly nibble her sole – much to the redhead's pleasure.

Drizella watched the display before her, enchanted by it, her fingers pumping her drooling pussy as she pleasured her ass with the heel of Cinderella's other slipper. With each insertion each one fluid movement got faster and faster.

She spied the blonde's open legs before extending her leg towards the whore; she pushed her big toe into the puckering hole that had previously been destroyed by a glass heel. A jolt of ecstasy shot through her as she watched Cinderella lurch as she felt her big toe penetrate her ass.

Drizella's fingers became faster, the heel becoming clumsier as she drove her foot further and harder against the whore's ass as she felt herself get closer to orgasm – spurred on further as the whore squirmed with every minor movement of her foot.

Anastasia thrusted her hips forward as she slipped a third finger into herself, her feet dragging back, over Cinderella's face, leaving a red trail behind and the near ingrained scent of her feet. Cinderella gasped as Anastasia's big toes stopped on her lips as the redhead arched back in pleasure, her toes inadvertently pushing into Cinderella's mouth.

Cinderella eagerly accepted her mistress's toes. She began to eagerly suck on them, her tongue tracing over their tops, sliding between each toes starting from the pinkie and working its careful way up to the gap between the second and big toe. She traced a light trail with her tip up along the toe before slipping beneath the toenail, cleaning it as well as teasing the sensitive skin.

Anastasia cried out in pleasure, her foot driving forward, half vanishing into Cinderella's mouth, her toes colliding with the back of the blonde's throat.

Cinderella gagged on the foot, her chest and neck convulsing as she gasped for breath, her hips bucking as her pussy walls clenched once again on her glass slipper, swallowing another few inches before her body was racked with the most intense orgasm of her life, she came, hard. Her cum flooded out, forcing the slipper from her pussy, it landed on the floor with a familiar thud, every inch marinated in her cum, the insides flooded with it.

Drizella and Anastasia joined in their stepsister's pleasure, the redhead gushing as she felt the blonde gag on her big foot. Drizella cried out in pleasure as she felt the whore's rectum convulse around her toe as she came.

Even Lady Tremaine felt her legs quake as her mature pussy opened, her juices sliding down her inner thigh as she watched the final stage of the brat's training come to fruition.

Her two daughters collapsed, their juices flowing either onto the floor or onto the brat herself.

The aged matriarch strode over to the panting, sweaty ex-princess and reaffirmed slave. Her cruel smile upon her lips, she paused a moment to savour the site of the blonde, sprawled out on the floor, Drizella's toe still buried in her ass, one of Anastasia's big feet still half inside her mouth as the other one rested on her bare breast.

She retracted her foot before delivering a hard kick to her bare side. The brat cried out on Anastasia's foot in pain.

"What did I say about crying out like that brat?" She placed her left foot atop of her neck, applying enough pressure to make it more than difficult to breath. She enjoyed the site of the brat gasping for air beneath her foot as it squashed the life out of her.

"N-N-No…t…to…M-Mistress…Sorry…Mis…tr…ess." She gasped out.

Lady Tremaine pressed down a little more, chuckling as the brat gasped for air; she even turned a light shade of purple much to the matriarch's pleasure. As the blonde's eyes started to close she stepped off of her.

"Now get to cleaning this mess up…use those ugly rags." Tremaine ordered, gesturing to the rags with her cane.

"Very well Mistress, thank you Mistress." Cinderella replied, though muffled by her mistress's foot.

Cinderella slowly and carefully removed the foot from her mouth before slowly turning over, holding back a moan as she felt Drizella's big toe in her ass with each minor movement. She began to crawl away from the exhausted sisters, resisting further moans as the toe was slowly pulled from her rear.

No sooner was she 'free' from the toe though did Lady Tremaine roughly take hold of her blonde locks and force her beneath her nightie before dragging her face and hair all over her inner thigh and pussy, cleaning herself.

"Now, before you get to cleaning up this mess you are going to get me off, and drink my juices and thank me for them."

No sooner had she finished her command did Cinderella burry her head in her stepmother's pussy, kissing the moist lips blindly, her tongue dipping inside, twisting and wriggling, the scent and taste of Lady Tremaine's sex filling her world.

She felt the clit with her tongue and before lightly nipping at it with her teeth. The matriarch felt her legs buckle as she thrust her southern lips again her slave's face, gasping as she felt her tongue and nose enter her.

"I should have done this years ago." She gasped out as she began to grind herself against and over the blonde's face.

Cinderella gasped for air as she thrashed about beneath Lady Tremaine's pussy as the woman in question continued to smother her with it.

The matriarch gasped in pleasure, pleasure deriving from the brat's efforts as well as the knowledge she was smothering her with her womanhood – and she was loving every second of it.

The brat continued to thrash against her, bringing her closer and closer to her release. She forced her slave into her crotch once again, her legs buckling beneath her as she fell atop the girl. They both fell to the floor, Lady Tremaine ensuring that the brat's head remained in place as her lips shook in pleasure, clamping down on any parts of the brat's face that was inside of her.

Cinderella thrusted her tongue deep into her stepmother, her lungs going tight as she gasped for air, the matriarch continued to grind her cunt against her slave. Her legs began to shake and quiver.

The flood gates opened, her aged juices rushing out and onto the brat beneath her nightie. Cinderella latched her lips on her cunt and began to forcefully suck and gulp down all of the juices, cringing as she felt the lips try to clamp down against something.

Cinderella was more than relieved when her stepmother was finished and slowly got back up – though she made sure to wipe her pussy with her face and hair before she fully let her go.

"Now…get to it." Lady Tremaine gasped out breathlessly as she collapsed on bed.

"Yes…Mistress." Cinderella breathed out, her lungs taking in as much oxygen as they could with each breath as she slowly got back to her knees.

She reached for the rags of her ball gown and proceeding to scrub the carpet clean of her and all of her Mistress's cum…there was quite the mess.

"And when you're done, get the hell out." Lady Tremaine breathed out.

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." And that's what she did; she cleaned the room with her rags before tossing them into the trash. Time had lost all meaning to her, she watched with dim eyes as the last scrap of her gown fell into the bin, sticky and full of cum.

Next she slipped on the glass slipper she had masturbated with when she worshipped Anastasia's feet – she shivered at the memory. Next she went for the one hanging limply in Drizella's ass. She carefully slipped it out, hesitating as the brunette shivered in pleasure.

She slipped it onto her foot, each of them squelching beneath her feet; she felt her own cum squeeze between her toes. She shivered again.

Cinderella turned and silently left the room. Silent aside from the squelch of every step in her cum filled shoes as she took her leave, naked as the day she was born aside from her enchanted glass slippers.

A/N Well hope the wait was worth it. Have started including the aliases of those who requested chapters, meant to do so from the start but just forgot.

Poll Results (To Date) – This Poll will end on 17/01/17

Anime Tarts: 4
Cartoon Hussies: 2
TV Whores: 0
Pixar Brothel: 0
DreamWorks Sluts: 0

(Contributions will be allowed on these when written – I have seen a lot of TV but I haven't seen everything or even all of the popular shows, so if I can't fulfil a request due to lack of knowledge you are welcome to add it yourself.)

The winner will be going up that day with the rules and available categories.

Important: I'm considering setting up a theme week – if the first week is a success in that I get enough requests/contributions to write it there will be others to follow.

The first theme week will be Creature Week – involving either an original creature girl/boy or one of the established female characters will be altered to a creature.

Just like usual I need the following information;

-Pairing

-Fetish

-What you want to happen – more detail the longer it'll be

-Catalyst for the intercourse

-Age

-Creature and who it is – if you want an original character I need a species and basic personality.

And as an added bonus any requestees or contributors get an additional vote to the next theme week if this one is a success – a poll will be posted on my profile on the 17th in which you'll all be allowed two votes, you can either choose two fetishes, two categories or one of each – pm me if you want something added to the poll or put it in a review.

In order for this week to be a 'success' I need a total at least 3 requests or contributions, I'll try to keep you all up to date on the progress of the requests in each new chapter from now – if I can't update it'll be on my fanfic profile – succubi-lover.

Future theme works can be either fetishes or a chosen movie/show and only requests and contributions that fit under them will be published in that week.

I would like to request any contributions for this theme week be headed by 'Creature Week' to make things easier for me.

I will be accepting requests and contributions for the Theme Week until 13/02/17 – if I have enough material Creature Week will start 20/02/17 and end 26/02/17.

And for reference, when I write the requests I'll likely use imagery akin to that of an anime with a lot of Fanservice.

And for those reading on archive of our own, the winner of the poll for the sister fic to this will be posted on this site too and placed in the same series as this one.

(1) This is Lady Tremaine's room; her daughters are roomed elsewhere in the mansion.