This story takes place within the universe of An Ironic Twist of Fate by The Goddess of All Evil. I got permission before writing this, so rest assured there is no plagerism!
The Nightmare
"Welcome to Euro Disney World!" an executive greeted the crop of newcomers. "Congratulations on being accepted to the College Intern Program!"
The girl hired to play Cinderella smiled. She looked around at the others. Everyone was young, most looked excited and eager to be in the program.
"Now," the man said, "it's important that you stay in character at all times. The children don't understand you are actors, that you are only pretending to be their heroes and princesses. The only time you are not in character is when you are in your own rooms, alone. I don't even want you to tell each other your real names. Just call each other by your character names-that way you won't slip up."
He dismissed them for lunch. A beautiful spread had been prepared for them, but Cinderella was too excited to be hungry. She helped herself to a fruit salad and a bottle of water and sat back down at her table.
"Isn't this exciting?" chirruped the girl next to her. Cinderella guessed from her pale skin and dark hair she was Snow White. "Like a fairy tale come true!"
Cinderella smiled. "Yes. I was very excited when I was accepted to come to Euro Disney. I want to improve my French."
Later that afternoon, they assembled for the parade. Cinderella got to meet her "Prince", who in her opinion was not very handsome. He was only slightly taller than she was, the wig did not fit well, and he seemed more interested in talking to Prince Philip than in talking to her.
"Ah, this must be my new stepdaughter," a cold voice drawled behind her.
Cinderella jumped and turned around. Two cold green eyes smirked down at her. The costume, make-up, and wig fit this woman perfectly. She looked like she had stepped right out the Cinderella movie and come to life.
"Don't get to invested in your prince," her new stepmother said into her ear over the roar of the parade starting up. "He's more interested in Philip, if you get my drift."
Cinderella looked up at Lady Tremaine. There was something familiar about her voice...something about her face, although it was hard to tell under all the make-up and costume.
Who is she really? Cinderella thought during the whole parade route, as she waved to the cheering children.
She kept sneaking looks over her shoulder at the woman, but could not figure who her "stepmother" really was.
Later that night, Cinderella joined the other princesses in the staff cafeteria. She was in her maid costume, as another actress playing Cinderella was in the princess costume in a different part of the park. Each actor or actress had a counterpart in a different costume in another part of the vast park. So enormous was Euro Disney that they needed several characters all over the park. They would alternate which days one played the princesses before they met their prince and after.
Cinderella was just happy she didn't have to wear a wig. Her hair was already an acceptable shade of blond to play Cinderella, so the hiring manager said she could use her own hair. Her blue eyes and blond hair proved to be essential in getting her this position.
She sat with Aurora, Jasmine and Snow White chatting about their first day at Disney.
"Why did you decide to join the Disney College Program?" Aurora asked Cinderella. She gave her a shy smile.
Cinderella smiled back. "I wanted to improve my French."
"You had to come all the way here for that?" Jasmine asked. "You could've just taken more French classes, or gone to Quebec."
Cinderella took a sip of her tea. "To be honest, I wanted a new start. Something happened at my old school."
"What happened?" Snow White asked, her eyes wide.
Cinderella shook her head. "There was some...unpleasantness. I needed a fresh start."
The girls stopped talking and looked wide-eyed beyond Cinderella. Cinderella turned around and saw Lady Tremaine, Maleficent and the Evil Queen standing directly behind her.
"Hello, ladies," Lady Tremaine smirked. "Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to borrow my new stepdaughter."
The princesses looked at each other. Seeing no other choice, Cinderella bid them good night and got up.
"Come, Cinderella," Lady Tremaine said.
Cinderella followed her stepmother out of the cafeteria into the cool night air. Lady Tremaine led her back to Sleeping Beauty's castle, where principal cast members had their rooms. After being cooped up in new hire orientation, then outside posing for pictures all day, the cool night air was refreshing.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Lady Tremaine said as she opened the door. Lady Tremaine's room looked like everyone else's. For some reason, Cinderella thought it would look like the movie version of her bedroom.
"Tea?" asked Lady Tremaine.
"Yes, please," Cinderella answered.
Lady Tremaine poured some hot water from an electric kettle into a tea cup and handed it to Cinderella. She gestured to a chair.
"Do you play gin rummy?" Lady Tremaine asked as she began to shuffle the cards.
Cinderella nodded.
"So, tell me about yourself," Lady Tremaine said as she dealt the cards. "I want to get to know my new stepdaughter." She smirked.
Cinderella looked intently at the woman across the table. Lady Tremaine smirked even more.
"What do you want to know?"
"How did you decide to come here?"
Cinderella was beginning to get annoyed by this question. "I wanted to improve my French."
"Are you sure that is all?"
Cinderella's head snapped up. "Yes. Why?"
Lady Tremaine put the cards down. "Well, I heard you tell Snow White that there was some...unpleasantness at your old college."
Cinderella didn't say anything. She was suddenly very tired.
"Thank you for the tea, but I am exhausted. First day and everything. If you will excuse me, I need to go to bed."
She stood up and so did Lady Tremaine. Cinderella looked up into her new Stepmother's face.
"I am not done talking to you," Lady Tremaine said sternly. "Go sit on my bed."
Cinderella walked over to the bed and perched nervously at the end. Lady Tremaine bent so she was eye level.
"Would you like to tell me what that unpleasantness was?" she asked softly. Cinderella was surprised by the gentleness in the woman's voice.
"No," she said. "It is too terrible to talk about."
Lady Tremaine stood back up. "Are you sure?"
Cinderella stared up at her stepmother. There was something so familiar about her...her shapely cheekbones, the shade of green of her eyes, her smirk...even her voice had a familiar tinge to it.
"Yes," she said. "I don't want to talk about it."
Lady Tremaine reached up and began unfastening her wig. Cinderella stared dumbstruck as she watched the wig come off, then the wig net and her "stepmother's" own natural hair came flowing out. Well, "natural" wasn't really the right word, as the hair was dyed maroon, but Cinderella recognized her.
Her blue eyes widened and all the color drained from her face as she stared at the woman in front of her. A woman she had hoped never to see again.
"You don't even want to talk about it with me?" Lady Tremaine asked softly.
Tears streamed out of Cinderella's blue eyes. "Please, no."
Lady Tremaine knelt down and brushed the tears away. "You are ashen. No need to worry, my darling. Your secret is safe with me. As long as you do what I tell you to do."
More tears streamed down Cinderella's deathly white face. Lady Tremaine got a tissue and dabbed them away. Cinderella began to tremble.
"After all," she said, "this place is all about fantasy. I would not want the children to find out who their Cinderella really is."
Cinderella could not stop the flow of tears. Her stepmother brushed them away and tucked a strand of blond hair behind Cinderella's ear. She leaned in close and put her hand on Cinderella's shoulder. Cinderella gripped her arm so she wouldn't fall off the bed, she was shaking so hard.
"Ou ce qu'elle est vraiment," Lady Tremaine hissed in her ear.
"N-no," Cinderella whispered. "Please, I beg you. I will do anything you want. Just don't tell anyone."
Her "stepmother" ran two long, thin fingers through her hair. "Do what I tell you," she said with a smirk, "and nobody needs to know."
Cinderella nodded fervently. "Yes, of course! What do you want me to do?"
Lady Tremaine's smirk deepened. "I want to see you, mon ange aux yeux bleus. Take off that silly costume."
Cinderella stood up and reached behind her back to untie the apron stings. She tried to find the zipper of her dress but her hands were shaking too much.
"Here," said Lady Tremaine, clearly enjoying the girl's discomfort, "Let Stepmother help."
She twirled Cinderella around and unzipped the dress. She pulled it over Cinderella's arms and off.
As the costume department was thorough, Cinderella was also wearing a chemise. She pulled the pearly white garment over her head and was left standing there in just her underwear.
"You can leave your underwear on, I suppose," Lady Tremaine said graciously. "Lie down."
Cinderella obediently lay down on her back, looking up at her "Stepmother" and trying to hide her fear.
"Hmm," Lady Tremaine smirked as she sat down on the bed. "Let me inspect you."
She took Cinderella's left arm and gently caressed it, running her fingers from shoulder to the tips of her fingers. She did the same with the other, carefully looking.
"Very good," she said to the trembling girl. She traced her fingers along Cinderella's ribs, down her hips to her legs. She squeezed each thigh as she continued exploring Cinderella's skinny body to her feet.
"Cinderella is supposed to have tiny feet," she said as she kneaded each of Cinderella's toes. "I guess that is something they didn't check, is it?"
Cinderella blushed. It was true-her own feet were size 8, unlike Cinderella's dainty size 5.
"You have beautiful toes," Lady Tremaine said as she continued kneading. Her eyes wandered up to Cinderella's chest and then to the anxious blue eyes. "But even more beautiful breasts."
She dropped Cinderella's foot. "Sit up."
Cinderella did, and Lady Tremaine slipped into bed behind her. She pulled the girl into her lap as her fingertips grazed her soft breasts.
"Ah!" Cinderella cried as the woman roughly pinched her nipples.
"Quiet!" Lady Tremaine hissed. "Do not make a sound until I tell you you can."
Cinderella nodded, letting her Stepmother roll her nipples between her thumb and forefinger into stiff peaks. She squeezed one breast firmly as her other hand reached in between Cinderella's legs.
"Please, don't," Cinderella said before she could stop herself. Instinctively she grabbed Lady Tremaine's wrist.
Lady Tremaine's hand left her breast and went up to her neck. She pushed Cinderella's head back and held her throat, so tightly she could scarcely breathe.
"Do not." she hissed, "tell me no! You do what I tell you! Or else…." she smirked.
Tears glistened in Cinderella's blue eyes. She nodded and Lady Tremaine released her hold on her neck.
"It will be over soon," she said, more gently. She slid her hand into the waistband of Cinderella's underwear. Cinderella gasped as Lady Tremaine's long fingers brushed against her swollen nub.
"Nice and hard," Lady Tremaine said. "Just right to play with."
She pressed down hard and slid the nub around in slow circles. Cinderella moaned she held on to the woman's arm. Gradually, Lady Tremaine sped up and the pleasure increased until Cinderella clung to her "stepmother's" arm and came. Her body bucked and shook for several seconds, until she was left a quivering mess in Lady Tremaine's arms.
She looked up into green eyes, which were to her surprise, no longer smirking. They were serious as Lady Tremaine reached lower and slid one finger inside of her.
Cinderella gasped at the unexpected feeling of Lady Tremaine inside her. She pushed her finger in as far as it would go, causing Cinderella to wince.
"Nice and tight," Lady Tremaine smirked. "That is a surprise."
Cinderella blushed and looked away as the woman's finger continued to stroke inside of her. The other hand squeezed her breast as the finger pumped faster and harder inside of her until she could take no more and came again.
She looked up at her "stepmother", gasping. Her blue eyes widened as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Breathe," Lady Tremaine said as she rubbed her back. "I don't want to have to rush you to the emergency room. Ever again," she added with a slight smirk.
"Please," Cinderella whispered when she could speak again, "please, I beg you, don't tell anyone about….what happened. I really just want a new start."
"I am sure we can work an agreement out," Lady Tremaine said. She reached for Cinderella's hand and smiled. "Would you like to stay in here tonight to iron out the details?"
Cinderella started to say "no" but the look on her Stepmother's face let her know she had no choice. She nodded. "Yes. It'd be nice to not be alone in a strange place the first night."
Lady Tremaine went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. "Here," she said. "Don't want you sleeping in your chemise."
"Thank you," said Cinderella as she put them on. They were much too big but better than nothing. She looked around the room for some extra blankets.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Lady Tremaine asked. "Get into bed."
"Bed?" Cinderella repeated. "With you?"
"Well, what did you think?" her stepmother demanded. "Do you see any other beds in here?"
Cinderella blushed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
Lady Tremaine laughed. "Well, you do have trouble with that, don't you? Come on, get into bed. I'm tired.
Cinderella slid into bed and under the covers. Her stepmother rubbed her back. Cinderella looked up in surprise. It was a tender gesture coming from a woman who was basically blackmailing her.
"Don't worry, my dear," her stepmother said. "As long as you do what I say, everything will be fine."
Cinderella nodded. Her stepmother turned off the light.