Once upon a time, there was a rich man. His wife was beautiful but sickly and always bedridden. Eventually, she realized her death was near. As her final moments approached, she called her only daughter, Cinderella, to her side.
"Oh, my dear child, From now on, always be a good girl. Believe in God. If you do, God will always protect you. I will watch over you from heaven. I'll always be by your side, so don't be sad."
After saying this, the mother closed her eyes and journeyed to Heaven.
"Mother, no! Don't die!"
Cinderella clung to her mother's body, crying and screaming. But her kind mother no longer answered.
Every day after that, Cinderella went to her mother's grave and cried until dawn.
Winter eventually came, and soft snow covered her mother's grave, which the warm spring sun later peeled away. Cinderella kept her mother's words and remained pious and kindhearted.
Then, the rich man took another woman as his wife. The new wife brought two daughters with her. The stepdaughters were beautiful on the outside, but their hearts were rotten. Like their mother, their insides were black.
The three of them treated Cinderella coldly. Poor Cinderella. An unbearable period began.
"This useless fool! You're a kitchen maid now. Hurry up and make the food."
Her stepmother took her to the kitchen where she had to work hard from early morning until late at night. She got up before sunrise, drew water from the well, lit the hearth fire, and cooked.
Her two stepsisters also treated her like a servant.
"Don't you dare sit in the living room with us! Go outside and do the laundry."
"If you want to eat, you have to work for it. Clean my room."
The two stepsisters did no housework; they were only interested in makeup and fashion. They took away the beautiful clothes she had received from her deceased mother. They made her wear an old, patched-up gray smock and wooden shoes.
"Oh my, look at this princess! How dressed up she is!"
"It suits you so well."
They looked at Cinderella's shabby appearance, laughed uproariously, and mocked her. Furthermore, they did every conceivable mean thing to her.
"Oh dear! I dropped some peas into the ashes. You pick them up."
Silently and without complaint, Cinderella gathered up the peas and lentils that had been scattered in the ashes, sorting them one by one.
Cinderella worked every day until her body was battered and she was completely exhausted. But she had no bed to sleep in. She slept on the cold floor. To get a little warmth, she slept near the hearth. Because of this, she was covered in hearth ashes and always looked dirty.
Her two stepsisters mockingly called her "Cinderwench" and ridiculed her.
One day, her father was going to the market and asked his two stepdaughters what gifts they wanted.
"Father, buy me a beautiful dress," said the eldest daughter in a sweet voice.
"Daddy, I want pearls and jewels," said the younger daughter, clinging to her father.
Doting on his two beautiful stepdaughters, the father was utterly charmed.
"I want to become pretty and find a fine gentleman."
"That's right; women have to dress up. No one pays attention to ugly girls."
The two sisters looked at Cinderella and cackled. Compared to the sisters, who were always beautifully dressed, Cinderella's hands were rough from daily chores, her skin was a mess, her hair was unkempt, and her clothes were full of patches.
"And you, Cinderella, what do you want?" the father asked.
Last night, Cinderella dreamed about her deceased mother. In the dream, her mother told her something. It was...
"Father, please break off for me the first branch that touches your hat on your way home."
"What's that? Is that all you want? You really are a strange girl."
The father bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. On his way home from the market, he was riding his horse through a deep thicket when a hazel branch knocked his hat off. Remembering Cinderella's request, he broke off the branch and took it home with him.
When he arrived home, he gave the stepdaughters the items they wanted. They cheered and kissed him.
To Cinderella, he gave the hazel branch.
"Thank you," Cinderella said to her father.
"You really are a cheap daughter," the father said, amazed.
Cinderella went to her mother's grave and planted the branch there. She cried. She cried so much that her tears wet the branch.
As time passed, the hazel branch grew into a large, splendid tree. Cinderella also grew into a young woman.
She went to the tree three times a day without fail, sat under it, cried, and prayed to God. Then, without fail, a white dove would fly in and perch on a branch of the tree. It was as if the dove were watching over Cinderella.
One day, a letter arrived from the king. It was an invitation to a grand masked orgy at the castle. In this country, it was customary to hold an orgy once a year where unmarried noblemen, officers, and wealthy merchants' sons and daughters would gather. There, men and women would meet and determine their physical compatibility with each other to decide on future partners.
"We have to present ourselves perfectly and find a wonderful gentleman this year."
"That's right. We'll make the perfect impression. We always end up getting fingered and miss out on being properly laid."
The two sisters had attended orgy parties many times before, yet they had yet to find good partners. They never realized that the reason they weren't chosen was that, despite their polished exteriors, they were pitch-black inside.
"I deliberately didn't let anyone choose me this year, just for this."
"Me too. After all, this time..."
The main attraction of this year's orgy was undoubtedly the prince. He had come of age, and this was his first time participating. Being chosen by the Prince meant becoming his future princess consort. On top of that, the prince was tall and extremely handsome. It was no wonder all the daughters in the country were excited.
Of course, the two sisters' main target this time was the prince.
"Wouldn't it be wonderful? Perhaps I could receive the Prince's favor..."
"If the prince takes a liking to me, I could become the princess."
The two sisters immediately ordered Cinderella to start preparing for the party.
"Style my hair! Make it pretty!"
"Iron the wrinkles out of my dress.
"Polish my shoes until they shine."
"And polish my shoes, too."
Cinderella didn't complain; she obediently followed her sisters' orders.
"Oh, and I must groom down there properly, too, so as not to be disrespectful to the prince."
With that, the older sister exposed her lower body and spread her legs wide.
Bushy, light brown pubic hair appeared.
"Groom my pubic hair."
Cinderella used tweezers to pluck her sister's pubic hairs one by one.
"Ouch! You idiot!" Her sister kicked Cinderella with all her might.
"I'm sorry."
"You have to pluck them in the direction of hair growth, or it hurts!"
"Understood, sister."
Cinderella carefully and cautiously plucked her pubic hair. Her bushy pubic area became neatly groomed.
She looked at her private area with a hand mirror and wore a satisfied expression.
Then, the younger sister exposed her lower body, spreading her legs wide.
Thick, dark brown, coarse hair grew like a jungle.
"Next is my turn. Hurry up," she ordered.
The younger sister ordered Cinderella to use tweezers to pluck the coarse hairs one by one again. The jungle transformed into a neatly groomed flower garden.
The two sisters spread their legs wide and showed each other their private areas.
"Now we can show this to the prince without shame."
"I definitely want the prince to see it."
Then, the older sister looked worried.
"But is it okay?"
"What's wrong, sis?"
"It's just...it's been a while since I've had sex."
"If you say so, I'm the same. I haven't done it in a long time."
"I wonder if it will get wet enough. If it doesn't, we can't welcome the prince."
"That's right. I'm worried, too."
The elder sister's gaze caught Cinderella.
"Cinderella, lick my bean."
"Huh? Your bean?"
"Yes, here. This."
She pointed to her clitoris.
"That place... I can't do that."
"What did you say?!"
The older sister kicked Cinderella again. The powerful blow sent Cinderella's slender body flying into the wall.
"Are you saying my bean is dirty?!"
"No, that's not it."
"Then lick it quickly!"
"Yes."
Cinderella hurriedly got up and crawled over to her sister, burying her face in her crotch. The smell of urine mixed with the odor of rotten, overripe meat assaulted her nostrils.
"Hurry up!"
"Yes..."
Cinderella suppressed the urge to vomit and licked her sister's clitoris.
"Ah, aah~n. That feels good."
The older sister made a lewd, dumbfounded face and moaned.
"Ah, it feels so good. It's getting wet down there."
"Sis, that's not fair. Cinderella, lick my bean, too!"
"Yes, I will. I'll lick it right away."
Cinderella brought her face between the younger sister's widely spread legs. A hellish, ditch-like stench assaulted Cinderella's nose. Desperately swallowing the vomit that had risen to her throat, Cinderella mindlessly ran her tongue over the younger sister's clitoris.
"Haa~n, I'm feeling it. Super. You're pretty good at this."
"Thank you."
"Haa~n, haa~n, inside there, it's all squishy~."
The younger sister revealed a face twisted in pleasure and let out moans.
"Hey, Cinderella, you're forgetting my bean," said the older sister.
"Yes. I'm coming right away."
"Put your finger inside me and stir it around," said the younger sister.
"Yes."
"You have to stir inside me, too."
"Yes."
Cinderella used both hands to simultaneously finger the two sisters' holes, alternating between licking their clitorises. The two wet holes dripped with slippery honey.
"Ahhh, it feels so good! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Haa~n, me tooo~! Ooh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
The two sisters climaxed simultaneously from Cinderella's cunnilingus and fingering.
Looking at her sisters convulsing with joy on the floor, Cinderella thought, I want to have sex, too.
Cinderella was still a virgin. She turned sixteen this year and became an adult, gaining the qualification to participate in the orgy party.
Wanting to attend the party with her sisters, Cinderella asked her stepmother.
"Look in the mirror. You're covered in ashes. Your hair is a mess, your skin is dry, and your hands are rough. Do you really want to go to the orgy party looking like that? Don't be ridiculous! Even if an ugly girl like you goes, no one will pay you any mind."
"I'd be too ashamed to let you go to the party." She was flatly refused.
There was no getting through to her. Cinderella had no choice but to give up on the party.
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