A week before the pure and beautiful Cinderella was to be wedded to her prince charming, she has a strange dream. In it, her pent-up sexual desires manifest themselves as her evil twin, who violates and takes her against her will. But could this be what she truly desires? 4405 words with dubious/forced consent, spanking, tickling, rough sex and pain play. Adults only! All characters over 18. More
A week before the pure and beautiful Cinderella was to be wedded to her prince charming, she has a strange dream. In it, her pent-up sexual desires manifest themselves as her evil twin, who violates and takes her against her will. But could this be what she truly desires? 4405 words with dubious/forced consent, spanking, tickling, rough sex and pain play. Adults only! All characters over 18.
"Who am I? I'm you, silly."
She smiled deviously, a smile that both soothe me with its comforting glow, and scared me with its naughty tone.
"I'm the part of you that you've ignored all these years while you slaved away at your stepmother's home. I'm the Cinderella who yearns to be touched. To be fondled and squeezed. To be adored and to be... abused."
She tightened her grip painfully around my palms. Her teeth came down and bit me firmly on my collarbone, the sudden sensation causing me to gasp and jump a little. I pushed against her, trying to throw her off. But then, she crept up and straddled me, knees around my waist. Her arms pushed down, pinning mine against the bed as her hair tickled over my chest. Her eyes stared down at me, heated, and at the same time, cold.
"W-What? That's not true..! I'm not like that!"
"You are. Don't deny it. All these years trapped in stepmother's house, bottling your feelings until they were soooo pent up~, why you could just scream from the sheer frustration!"
She wriggled her hips, grinding her butt against my pelvis. It was so warm... and so very soft and tender...
"Admit it. You're a pervert."
"No, that's not me! I'm... I'm not a pervert!"
Her hands left my wrists, trailing her fingertips teasingly down my arms, tickling inside my armpits and causing me to squirm and wriggle beneath her.
"You want to be abused..."
Her lips came down and kissed my collar. The sensation spread through my skin, causing my head to roll back and sigh.
"You like being tortured..."
She pinched my nipples between her fingers, her long nails biting into those tender nerves. Her tongue played over my neck and shoulders, the pleasurable sensations mixing in with the pain, robbing me of my reason.
"You want someone to violate you... to make you scream against your will..!"
She was breaking something inside me. If this keeps up, I really won't be able to deny her words. Her warmth was so comforting... her gentle caresses, so arousing... her cruel pinches and nips, so deliciously painful...
But... I mustn't. I was to be wedded to the prince within a week. I... I had to keep my purity intact. I can't let this... demon tempt me into sin!
"T-That's... that's not true..! That's not true at all!!!"
I struggled and bucked as hard as I could. My hands flew up and pushed her away. Unfazed, she grabbed my wrists again, pinning her weight down on them. Her butt planted itself firmly on my abdomen, and she smiled that sexy, alluring smile of hers.
"No! Stop! Get off me!!!"
I rocked my hips out, bouncing her on top of me. I wrested my hands as best as I could, writhing against her locked arms. The look in her eyes was intoxicating. Exciting. Those sadistic lips of hers, twisted into a sexy, devious grin. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying taking me against my will.
"P-Please... go away..! I'm... I'm not you..!"
I was sobbing, unable to contain myself. Unperturbed, her lips came down, smothering me in her warm, passionate kiss. I felt myself losing control of my free will, slowly succumbing to her affectionate torment...