Cindy Ella

Cindy Ella

by Lubrican

Cindy Ella was busily scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush, on her knees, when one of her step-sisters, Vera, ran screaming and giggling through the room. She was naked, as usual, and the extra skin she had hanging off her flabby body jiggled and swayed as she ran. Following her, also as usual, was Roger, the son of the butcher whose shop was down the street. He too was naked, and his stubby youthful erection bobbed and bounced as he chased Vera, the object of his desire.

“Come on now Vera honey,” he whined. “You know I love you and I need relief!”

Vera just cackled and ran on toward her bedroom, where, Cindy Ella knew, Roger would soon find his “relief”. Vera was a dyed in the wool strumpet, just like her sister, Maude, and their mother, Gerda. That Gerda was also Cindy Ella’s step-mother was one of the things that routinely made Cindy Ella sigh with remorse.

Cindy Ella scrubbed harder, trying to scrunch herself into a dirty ball that no one would notice. She had no desire to come to the attention of Roger, or Fred, or Phil, or any of the other men who routinely rutted their stiff pricks into her step-sisters and mother. She didn’t want them deciding that she was fair game. Cindy Ella was a virgin, and intended to stay that way until she could escape from her bitch of a step-mother. That would be in just two short years when Cindy Ella turned eighteen.

If she lived that long.

Gerda had married Cindy Ella’s father four years ago and, from the beginning had hated his only daughter. This was because of several things. For one, Cindy Ella was intelligent, which neither Gerda nor her own daughters were. For another Cindy Ella was small of frame, thin, and almost boyish. Gerda and her daughters ate like pigs and it showed. Finally, Cindy Ella was beautiful, with long blond hair, graceful hands and dainty feet. That was bad enough for Gerda and her brats, but as the years passed, Cindy Ella filled out in all the right areas. Her breasts swelled along with her hips, and she developed a natural female sway in her walk that promised sweet nirvana to any man who saw it. Gerda made sure no man did. After she killed her new husband by giving him one of the many sexually transmitted diseases she brought to her marriage bed, she tried to kill Cindy Ella too, by working her to death. Cindy Ella was a virtual slave and prisoner. She was never allowed to actually take a bath, though she routinely snuck enough water to take ‘whores’ baths’, scrubbing herself clean under the rags she was permitted to wear. At first she had wished she could change clothes, but, as the men began coming to the house to splash their seed in every hole available, she gave that thought up. While her hygiene was much better than that of the other women in the house, no one could tell through the filth she made sure covered her face, arms and clothing. Still, it was a disease infested house, now that her father had died, and no matter how much Cindy Ella scrubbed and cleaned, she couldn’t combat the filth created by three women and who knows how many men who frequented the beds in the place.

Cindy Ella picked up the bucket and started off down the hall toward the back door where she could toss out the dirty water. She sighed. She had to go by her step-sisters’ rooms on the way and she knew what she’d see. Sure enough, Roger had caught his prize and was lustily ramming his penis in and out of her as she lay staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be thinking of something else, but every once in a while she remembered she was trying to catch a husband and that caused her to moan “Oh Roger, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” She said it with all the heat of a teacher saying “OK, class, remember that two and two are four … very good.”

Further down the hall was Maude’s room. Maude had more imagination than Vera did, and that imagination was on display as Cindy Ella passed her room. Maude’s current beau was an unhealthy looking young man named Percival who, apparently, had a low opinion of himself. He had allowed Maude to truss him up like a chicken while she had her way with him. He was completely unable to move a muscle, though one of his muscles, protruding from his loins, was free for Maude to play with. She was in the act of dripping hot wax on that muscle as Percival moaned in pain. Cindy Ella hustled on. She was glad she didn’t have to pass her step-mother’s room. She’d seen Tully in the house earlier. He ran the slaughterhouse on the edge of town and always smelled like death mixed with cow dung. He also liked to piss all over Gerda before making her suck his dick. But he was rich, like all the men who came to the house. Her step-mother and step-sisters were all trying to snag a rich man, and they’d stoop to any level to do it.

So, when news came that the Prince was going to have a party, at which all eligible girls in the Kingdom were required to attend, they began scheming about how they might come to his attention and hit the biggest payday of all. They demanded that Cindy Ella make them new gowns, that showed off their “charms” as they called them. On the afternoon before the ball she had to do all their hair and then apply their makeup. They chattered and argued about how the Prince would find each of them irresistible, and how no matter which of them he chose, she would make sure to insist that all the others be brought to the castle to live as well.

“Me too?” said Cindy Ella and then bit her lip, wishing she hadn’t spoken.

Gerda laughed cruelly. “YOU will stay here, my worthless little tramp” and fix this dump up so when we sell it we’ll get some real money. Vera said that they could probably find somewhere in the castle stables that Cindy Ella could sleep and they all cackled. Finally, they left, on their way to the ball.

The only time Cindy Ella ever got out of her smelly rotting rags was when she went to bed. Then she stripped them off, exposing her snow white body, which she washed carefully with a clean rag she kept in the attic. After that she crawled naked into her bed, which consisted of cast off clothing her step-mother didn’t know she had and which she washed along with all her other washing chores. It wasn’t pretty, but it was warm and she put flower petals in it to make it smell nice. Usually she was quite glad to get into bed, since that was the only time all day she could relax.

Tonight, of course, Cindy Ella went to bed sad that she couldn’t go to the Prince’s Ball. Just before she got into her rag-covered straw pallet she gazed out the tiny attic window at the bright evening star and made a wish that she could be happy and free and in love some day. Then she fell asleep quickly. She slept the sleep of the good, deep and restful. She awoke suddenly, to a bright light in the attic. She rubbed her eyes and peered at a hazy bright figure standing, hands on hips, above her.

“Get up girl!” the figure demanded. “Time’s a wasting and we’ve got a lot to do before this night is over.”

Cindy Ella stared at the figure, wide eyed. It looked female, sort of, but was too short and quite wide. It was dressed in a flowing gown that changed colors constantly and was hard to look at. “Who are you?” Cindy Ella asked timidly.

“For goodness sake, you silly girl … I’m your fairy godmother, of course! Who else would I be?” she demanded. “Now, I said GET UP!!!”

Cindy Ella bounded to her feet as if she’d received an electric shock (even though electricity hadn’t quite been discovered yet – but you know what I mean.) She was, of course, still naked as the day she was born, and her fairy god mother looked her up and down carefully. “Hmmmmm, not as much to work with as I’d hoped, but I think you’ll do.” She raised her hand, which held a short stiff length of something that could be a tree branch. Cindy Ella flinched. She was often beaten by her step mother or step sisters with such a stick. The apparition paused and looked with sympathy at the cowering girl. “We’re going to have to make them pay for making you like this,” she muttered. “Don’t be afraid, girl. I’m here to help you make your dreams come true. You only get this kind of chance once in your life, and we only have until midnight, so please trust me and do what I tell you.”

Cindy Ella relaxed slightly and raised her eyes. “Very well, mistress, I’ll do as you command.”

The little woman groaned. “I’m not your mistress. In fact, YOU are actually in charge here. It’s YOUR dream we’re working on here. You want to go to the ball, right?”

Again Cindy Ella’s eyes got big. “Oh yes, more than anything.”

“Well then, I’m going to get you there. The rest is up to you,” said the shimmering being.

“The rest of what?” asked Cindy Ella, confused.

“Never mind. And call me Madge, OK? Mistress sounds so formal. Now, this is going to tingle, but it’s necessary, trust me.” Madge raised her wand again and waved it. What could have been tiny snowflakes shot out of it and broke into two streams. One enveloped Cindy Ella’s throat, and the other darted between her legs and disappeared up inside her. Cindy Ella squeaked and jumped, but she couldn’t avoid the dust, or whatever it was. She felt a tingling in her throat, and up inside of her, just below her stomach.

“What was THAT?” she gasped. Then she stopped. Her voice sounded different. It was lower, stronger, more … sexy sounding.

“Oh, it was something I hope will come in handy, but for one thing no one will recognize your voice when you get to the ball. If you concentrate, you can make your voice sound like it used to by trying to talk like a little girl. Otherwise the … changes … I made are permanent. If all works out well you’ll understand some day why I made them. She waved her wand again and again the snowflakes shot out and drifted all around Cindy Ella. All the dirt on her body flaked off, leaving her as clean as if she’d bathed in a spa. A luscious odor now drifted around her body, as of the richest perfumes. Her long blond hair was now done up on top of her head, held there with ribbons and clips that were decorated with sparkling diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Madge snapped her fingers and a tall mirror appeared. Cindy Ella couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her eyes dropped to her modest breasts and she frowned. She looked at Madge with a question in her eyes.

Madge frowned too. “I can’t make radical changes, but I might be able to help a little. Again the wand, and again the snowflakes, which this time coated Cindy Ella’s breasts and floated there, slowly soaking into the skin. Cindy Ella felt the tingling and a sharp stab of pleasure/pain in her nipples. When she looked in the mirror her breasts DID look a little bigger. But it was her nipples that had changed the most. Before they had been brown and almost flat. Now they were dark red and stuck out proudly, like two fat June bugs sitting on her breasts.