Cinderella: The Adult Version

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Katherine watched with a curious gaze as Hanna spoke secretly to the strange man. He still stood there nude as if it were the most natural thing. Katherine however was no longer afraid of the stranger, but becoming quite irate with her eldest child. She crossed the floor and was just about to jerk Hanna away from the dangerous villain, when she stopped and thought it may be a better idea if Hanna did deal with this being. After all, he’d somehow struck her deaf and blind. She shuddered at the memory that was still so fresh on her mind. The man quickly disappeared after speaking with Hanna and Katherine watched Hanna’s eyes follow him out.

“I don’t know who or what he was, but I do know what you were doing,” Katherine hissed. “You will stay in this room, until Warin’s arrival this evening. Upon which you’ll do everything and anything he demands of you.”

She made her way toward the door. “I’m not sure what Warin’s got planned for you, but I hope it was worth the fuck you got today, because I’m sure every orifice will be used this night and not in a good way.” She chuckled softly and opened the door, then looked back. “You’ll be lucky if you survive this night.”

“Amara, find Cinderella and let her know Warin will be dining with us. You, Hanna. . .you will remain in this room, until it is time for supper.” Katherine would wait for Amara to leave, before following her out and locking Hanna in her quarters.

She would then make her way to her chambers and glare at the tattered remains of her dress. That pile of rags however were so no longer a thought as she remembered the original intent of Warin’s visit. “So the girl had land...” Had being the key word in her thought. Katherine made her way to her desk and sat down to read her copy of the papers Warin had delivered. “Soon,” she whispered, “I’ll be in charge of my life again.”

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara stood and watched the scene on fold before, mother threatening to have the man burned at the stake and then threatening Hanna with Warrin. Amara was all to happy ot have him over for diner knowing that it would be Hanna who suffered his wrath this night not her.


"okay mother I well go find Cinderella."

With that Amara turned and walked out of the room, heading down to the kitchen wher she knew she would find her younger step sister.

"Cinderella, Cinderella" Amara screamed as she walked down the stairs.

"warrin is coming for dinner set another place and make sure he is right next to Hanna."

Not even bothering to see if Cinderella had heard her Amara headed out side, it seemed to have cleared up and she wanted to go for a walk.

 

[Kaena]

Hanna grimaced at her mother's words and smiled coldly up at her. The thought of spending the night with Warin made her stomach queasy though she had always relished his company before.

"We shall see about that," Hanna said almost under her breath, wanting her mother to hear her and at the same not wanting her to. She sighed briefly in relief when she realized her mother didn't hear what she had said. She watched as her mother and sister left the room.

Hearing the click of the lock on her door, she sat down on the bed and sighed deeply, opening her hand to look at the four tablets she had kept hidden from her mother's view. Taking one of the tablets, she slipped it under her mattress, keeping it safe in case she needed use of it later.

Though she planned to slip a tablet into Warin's food, she doubted that him forgetting the afternoon's events would make him any gentler on her body that night. If the night was too terrible for her to bare, she planned on taking the last tablet and making herself forget what he had done to her, but, she wanted to wait until it was long enough after her encounter with Valtorin so that she would not forget him.

Placing her hand on her cheek where he had kissed her before running off in glee, she lay back on her bed thinking of him and what the night had yet to bring.

 

[poohlive]

This had been simply unreal. He wished someone had told him of the wonderful feelings a kitten got to receive from being petted and loved by humans. He would have spent most of his time in this state, finding some young girl to admire him before she knew of womanhood and men.

And even then, he could change form and be touched by her once more.

The kitten could not get enough scratching. Whenever Cinderella's hand left him, he would whine, and his head searching once more for her soft and gentle fingers. He began to scratch, pawing at her underneath him, a reaction he knew of as both safe and comfortable.

The milk filled him up. He was grateful, the sweet flavor upon his tongue, her wonderous lashings. He could stay here, he could live here. Soon, the kitten found himself snoring, completely tired upon the young woman's thigh, purring here and there when her fingers caressed his soft fur.

 

[BadForm]

The prince tried to control Mary as she headed out of the palace, but the ox was wild, crazed and uncontrollable. In no time he was lost among the woods and hanging on for dear life. It was all he could do not to be thrown from her wildly tossing back as she bucked and charged her way through the countryside. In truth, she had been tamed to accept a yoke, but not a single rider. His desperation to escape had led him to be foolish. As the pair approached a hamlet on the edge of town, even staying on the ox became untenable and the Price was thrown from her back, landing heavily.

A passing peasant saw him and approached. "Are you all right, sir?" He asked.

The prince shook his head. "I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today. The ox that's driven me mad, is running away!"

The peasant listened in bafflement, assuming the Prince's fall had knocked him senseless. "Could you not control her, Sir?"

The prince shook his head. "I had to trick her to ride."

The peasant looked at the now docile ox standing about two hundred yards away chewing on someone's flowers. "You had to trick her to ride?"

The Prince nodded. "I had to trick her to ride! She just don't care!" He dragged himself to his feet and looked around at the few homes in this area. Some seemed at least somewhat wealthy but he did not know the area. As the sun was beginning to sink, he knew he would not make it back to the castle before dark. He looked at the peasant. "I need somewhere to stay, peasant. Can you tell me of a place that may have room for me?"

The peasant gave him an appraising look. He pointed towards a house in the distance lit in brilliance in the evening sun. "Well, there is a house in Now-O'er-Leas, before the setting sun."

The prince nodded and thanked him, but the peasant grabbed his arm in warning. "It's been the ruin of many a poor boy!"

The prince shook him off. "God knows that I'M not one!"

He turned and headed off towards the house where Cinderella and her family lived, little knowing what awaited him there.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The afternoon for Katherine was spent in various states of thought as well as deed, though the later was not anything truly taxing. She read and then later stitched an intricate rose on a piece of silk. The idea of traveling into the village had crossed her mind, but she dismissed it. She didn’t trust Amara or Cinderella to not take pity on Hanna and release her from her room. So she remained in the house, with the exception of the short walks she took in the gardens.

When the evening began to descend on the house Katherine moved to Hanna’s room and unlocked the door. She opened it and glanced inside. When she spied her daughter, she merely lifted a brow. “Prepare yourself for dinner. Where your most revealing gown, slit the front open if you have to. You acted the whore today; you might as well dress like one.”

She turned to leave, paused and glanced back. “Don’t even think of defying me on this. Warin is not a man to trifle with, nor am I a Lady to be made to look the fool. You can’t run a brothel under my roof. I don’t care about the rumors that surround this house as much as I care about the lifestyle you ingrates insist on achieving.” She made no mention of her own desires and wants.

Katherine then left Hanna to prepare herself for supper. She found Amara and gave her a once over, before addressing her. “Warin is giving you the evening off, but that doesn’t mean you will not be readily available to him, if the need arises. A look of innocense you can portray tonight. Dress in something that would accentuate your attributes, what little you have, and behave as if you’ve not lost the chastity that you so easily gave up.”

When she was gone from Amara’s gaze, she headed down to the kitchens to check on Cinderella. She passed the dining room, and took a deep breath. The meal would again be fit for a King, something she was continually surprised by. Cinderella had been a spoiled brat when she was a child, but shockingly when she was caste to the kitchens, she’d picked up a flair for cooking. As soon as she was able to reach the stove and tend the fire herself, their cook was dismissed. Later on as Cinderella grew into a woman, the maids and gardeners were released. After all paying them cost money, money that Katherine used to garb herself and her daughters in the latest fashion.

She paused at the Kitchens and saw Cinderella working quietly on kneading the next day’s bread dough. A flash of something yellow caught her eye and she started toward it. Cinderella sensed her and glanced at the spot that Katherine had been heading toward. “Good evening. Dinner will be served in twenty minutes,” she piped up.

Katherine turned and glanced briefly at her step daughter, dismissing the action that had drawn her attentions. Instead she merely eyed the rags her youngest child wore. “Warin paid well this day. He’s going to be asking for you soon. Tomorrow, as much as it pains me to waste finery on you... you may gather whatever worn dresses your sisters are no longer wearing and fashion yourself something appealing to the male eye. Take a look at Amara and Hanna tonight. Make something in between what they have been told to wear. Something innocent, yet exposing enough to show Warin what potential you have.”

Her gaze traveled down her step-daughter’s figure. “Tonight, you’ll dine in the kitchens, tomorrow night, with us and Warin. I think it is time you start earning your keep in a more productive manner.” She then left the kitchens, biting down the jealousy of sharing Warin with yet another younger woman.

 

[Tseranc]

After his long bath, he dressed, this time in a silk coat of royal blue, with enough gold accents to earn him a few frowns in court. He'd been accused, more then once, of promoting himself above his station; though all those accusers were soon hushed with reminders of various debts. Buying the debt of higher nobles from other banks and lenders had become a hobby of his. His own low rank in the peerage, a mere inherited knighthood, never held him back at court now, he had plenty of purchased support for any idea's he cared to share.

Warin was soon ready, and was irritated to find the rain had not stopped. He hid under the umbrellas held by servants as he climbed into his carriage, and was ushered back to the Barton/Willingsworth house; or whatever she wished to call it. Durring the ride over, his mind went to the evening's events, and came to a decision. He'd make Katherine watch him take her daughter. Maybe even while wearing that torn dress he told her to keep.

He arrived, and sent his man to open the door for him, so he was not exposed to the rain for any longer then needed. He entered the house, and let his man announce him. “Sir Warin Pevensey arriving!” The man left to wait in the carriage, and Warin waited to be greeted. He very much doubted that he'd suffer a lack of greeting twice in one day.

 

[BadForm]

The prince made his way towards the house in the far distance. At this point, it was barely visible although he assumed he could reach it within the hour. He wondered exactly who lived there, some pseudo-wealthy commoner no doubt. Still, it was the best he could hope for this late in the day. His legs ached, his feet were becoming heavier and heavier.

"Damn," he reflected. "This road is long, with many a winding turn that leads me to who knows where..."

He glanced up to see the sky darkening not just with evening but with dark, pendulous rain clouds. He had to hurry.

"And who knows WHEN! But I'm strong, strong enough to carry on." Suddenly, as huge raindrops began to spatter the dirt road his left foot came out of his boot. "Damn they're heavy," he sighed, "They're mud-covered!"

Soon the track became muddier and muddier, he struggled every step of the way cursing himself for an idiot. How could he have tried to ride that ox, Mary? He knew she was a terror, she could barely pull a cart without turning it over in her rage, let alone be ridden. As he trudged onwards he listened to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling him just what a fool he'd been. He was all alone as he cried out in pain and wished he was back home again.

Finally though he reached the house. It was on the outskirts of the next town over and, for a commoner's house he thought it was a very, very, very, very, very fine house. There were two cats hunting mice in the yard. Still they were commoners and he knew life must have been so hard, while he had life so easy it was true. He braced himself and knocked on the door.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Katherine awoke from a light nap and quickly readied herself with Cinderella’s help. She donned a gown on gold and silver trim. Her hair was arranged to rest artfully on the top of her head, and curls cascaded down her neck to rest gently on her shoulders. She powdered the bruises Warin had left on her, hiding them from her daughters’ prying eyes. They had already seen or at least heard her at her worse, she didn’t wish to remind them of it.

She made her way toward the dining room, knowing Cinderella would have everything prepared and ready; failure was not an option in her step-daughter’s world. The final step from the stairway was muffled by the bellowing of Warin. She shuddered, wondering if it was fear or lust that rolled through her. Katherine quickened her step and made her way to her lover’s side. “Hello Warin; as always it is a pleasure to see you.” She stepped up and took his coat, then placed it over a chair, once again knowing that Cinderella would appear, take it and set it before the fire to dry. “The rain has refused to let up,” she said casually as she hooked her arm through his and ushered him toward the study where drinks would be waiting for them.

Just as they reached the threshold of the room, a loud knock ricochet through the manor. Katherine frowned and noticed Warin tensing as if he expected one of her daughters to dare entertain another while he was once again on the premises. “We’re not expecting anyone. . .and well. . . I have arranged for you to be well taken care of after this morning’s unfortunate. . .encounter. Please feel free to enjoy a drink, while I see who is out in this foul weather.”

She disentangled herself from his side and made her way to the door again, this time walking past Cinderella and ordering her to bring her step-sisters down for supper. “Make sure to remind them that their MOTHER demands they dress as I have instructed them.”

Cinderella bobbed and hurried away, while Katherine quickened her step to the door. She opened it, ready to toss words of annoyance at the intruder. Her jaw however dropped and she stared into the face of a wet, but very handsome Prince. Immediately she bowed and beckoned him entrance. Once she was allowed to rise she did so with the skill of a well-bred lady. “Your Highness, what an unexpected surprise.”

She looked behind him and saw no signs of other royals, let alone guardsmen or even the royal mounts that the Prince and his entourage were known for. “You’ve come alone?” she asked, her voice showing her shock. “An accident of some sort? I do hope you and your family is well. . .Please, please let us aid you in whatever way we can.”

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a yellow cat and frowned. She’d deal with that little menace later, she told herself, then glanced back to the Prince. “Your Highness. . .perhaps dry clothes and a warm meal?”

 

[Tseranc]

Warin's anger was chilled by the appearance of Katherine, and as she took his coat, and then arm with the promise of drinks, he actually smiled. His smile grew when she mentioned of the evening's arrangements. The knock surprised him, but she put his mind at ease, being just as shocked as he, and took the offered drink, and a fine wine at that, while she greeted the newcomer.

He nearly choked when he heard Katherine greet the prince. And it's not like the kingdom had many princes running around, so it was The Prince. The one who was full of naive ideals and stubborn principals. He promised to be a thorn in the side of the businessmen, and he was here. Tonight. To be a thorn in the side of his entertainment plans.

Warin stepped gracefully from the study and greeted the noble as well, “Your highness, what an unexpected delight. How did your highness come to be in such terrible weather, and without a good carriage? Might I offer any assistance, in addition to our hostess's?”

He thought frantically on how to provide enough assistance to make the Prince's visit short lived. Rubbing elbow with the royalty, in this house, on this night, was not a pleasant notion.

 

[BadForm]

The prince sighed. "Stand up," He said. "It's bad enough watching the simpering courtiers bow and scrape before me. It is ME who came to you in need, not the other way around. So just help me, if you can, I'm feeling down. I have not met anyone on the road so I do appreciate you being round. I'd like to get my feet up off the ground. So yes, please, please help me."

He watched as the commoners stand uncertainly and sized them up. The woman had bruises and the man... he had seen a look like that before, but not on anything human. He noted that the woman wore no ring. Perhaps the gods had brought him here tonight to see that this spinster from this brute. Well, if that was the way of things, he would. Yet he did not want to jump to hasty conclusions. Slow ones, yes, but not hasty ones.

He stepped inside the house, assuming that the greeting had also been an invitation. He had never seen the inside of a peasant's house before and wasn't sure what to make of it. It was definitely no palace, but it wasn't the mud hut he'd half expected either. On the air was the scent of cooking, not the luxurious feasts of the palace but again it was something far nicer than he could have hoped for.

"Could you show me to somewhere that I can change into the clothing you mentioned and if you would not mind I will indeed join you in a meal."

 

[Kaena]

Hanna stuck her tongue out at her mother as she turned to leave her room. After she had left, she sighed heavily and flopped down on her bed, pouting. She was tired of being bossed around by her mother and closed her eyes, picturing a life away from her degenerate family. Taking the pills Valtorin had given her out from under her pillow she looked at them thoughtfully, trying to think of a time that she would be able to slip them into her mother, Amara and Warin's food.

"I will help Cinderella serve the drinks," she thought out loud, nodding to herself at her idea. Sighing again, she got up off the bed and opened her closet doors. She intended to humour her mother for awhile that evening by wearing her sexiest gown, one that would truly outshine anything her mother would wear and draw Warin's eye to her only. Pulling out a black gown, she held it up and looked at it closely before setting it down on the bed. Stripping off her clothes, she slipped the dress over her head, deciding to wear it that evening with no underclothes, the silk of the dress clinging to her voluputious curves

Standing back, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Besides the dress clinging to all her curves in the right places, it also had a deep v that went down to her navel, giving a very revealing view of her cleavage. The dress was long, but, each side had slits that went almost up to her firm ass, displaying her sexy legs very nicely. Slipping into a pair of black high heels, Hanna finished off the look by piling her long hair on the top of her head, showing off her elegant neckline. Looking at the mirror one more time she nodded in satisfaction at her look and turned to head downstairs for supper.

As she reached the top of the stairs, the pills hidden in her hand, she could hear voices coming from the lobby. Her heart jumped excitedly at the sound of Warin's deep voice, though she didn't know why since he had treated her cruelly many times. She took a step down the stairs when she heard another knock on the door. She paused to listen again and almost squealed in glee when she heard the deep voice of the prince, only the most handsomest man in the kingdom. Many nights as she was whored out to numerous men, she had pictured herself with him instead, imagining becoming his wife and leaving her fucked up life behind. Now he was here and she was dressed like a slut. She almost turned and ran back up the stairs to change but stopped herself and smiled. Perhaps the way she looked would work to her advantage with the prince, she certainly hoped so.

Taking a deep breath she descended the rest of the way down the stairs, plastering a fake smile on her face as she greeted her mother, Warin and the prince.

"I am ready for dinner mother," she said, her voice almost mocking, her eyes glancing appreciatively over the prince's body, not hiding her interest in him at all. Glancing at Warin, she smiled teasingly before returning her gaze back to the prince. Her heart quickened at the thought of how Warin would take her obvious attraction to another man.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Katherine smirked as her eldest daughter made her way to the group. Her eyes brushed slowly over the attributes of her offspring and a swell of both pride and jealousy made their way to the surface of her skin. She pushed away the lease appealing emotion and embraced the other. After all, what mother wouldn’t be proud to show off her daughter, the finest of the two, three if one were to count Cindersoot. Katherine walked over and looped her arm around Hanna’s and brought her closer to her side as well as leading her over to the Prince. She felt her daughter stiffen and then relax, once more using the graceful talents of a trained lady that had been beaten regularly into her.

“Your Highness, my daughter Hanna. Hanna would you be so kind as to escort our liege to your father’s chambers. Cinderella keeps them aired out daily, though I will apologize now though that the clothes are out of date, and may smell of moth balls, but they will be dry and comfortable for the most part.”

Katherine handed Hanna over to the Prince and returned to Warrin’s side. “Come my dear friend, let our Prince become more comfortable with his surroundings. He’s in good hands. Let us find Cinderella and give her the good news of our unexpected guest. I’m sure she’ll be beside herself with excitement.”

She pressed her body into Warrin’s while Hanna led the Prince away. When they were out of earshot, she whispered against his ear. “I believe we may have to find another way to entertain you this evening. Perhaps Cindy is ready for the taking?” She wasn’t sure how his temperament was, but offering her virgin daughter was one way she hoped to keep his mood from becoming foul.

 

[Tseranc]

Warin, still stunned at their new dinner companion, let himself be led away. Katherine was a wonder when it came to handling a situation, perhaps that's why he thought so much higher of her then her younger daughters. Even after taking care of the prince, pawning him off on her eldest, in her most revealing attire, she tried to handle him, and offer up a virgin to sacrifice to him.

He let himself be led away and listen to her offer. Hanna had been an amazing sight, and seemed to be trying to play on his desires as well, by paying more attention to the prince. The girl who had been so enamored with him, so quickly jumped at any other man today.

Warin turned to face his hostess, and claimed her lips with his. “We shall see. I fear your latest guest may present an issue for me. He is not a business man, and seems to scoff at how the city is run. Offer him my carriage, with my compliments next you speak with him. The longer he is hear, the longer I will remain uncomfortable here in your lovely home.”

He was not looking forward to this prince taking the thrown, but that had been as far as the man was considered tonight. Now, having seen him far more closely then in a passing court affair, he feared him. His eyes held a inquisitive, searching quality, that seemed to scan over and find Sir Pevensey's every secret. It was absurd, but he instinctively did not like being in the same room and the Prince.

 

[Kaena]

Hanna was pleasantly suprised when her mother asked her to show the prince to her father's chambers. She had half expected to be made to go into the kitchen and help Cinderella while prissy little Amara took over entertaining the prince. Come to think of it she hadn't seen Amara around since earlier when all the excitement had happened. "Where has that little wench got to," Hanna thought to herself and smiled, realizing she didn't really care because then her sister wasn't there to steal the prince away from her.

"Right this way your Highness," she said, directing him down the hall. Opening the heavy doors to her father's chambers, she stepped back to let the prince enter. "If you want of anything while you are here your highness let me know, I will be waiting out here for you to freshen up. There are clean clothes in the closet and the wash basin has fresh water in it, though I am sorry it will be a bit cold I'm afraid." Smiling Hanna turned to move away from the door.

"Call me if you need anything," she said giving him a seductive smile and twirling a loose curl around her finger. "Anything"

 

[Britwitch]

Cinderella

Do this, do that...surely there was more to life than all of this...
Cinderella was sure that there was. There had been...once.
Before her stepmother's arrival, she had had a life of her own choosing. She had filled her days with reading and drawing. And now her life was filled with scrubbing and dishwater and a hundred other unsavoury duties all served with a healthy dose of disgust from the three women who now seemed to be in firm control of her existence.

The kitten was proving to be a lovely distraction in amongst her chores. For the few moments she managed to snatch here and there when she could sit and stroke and cuddle the purring ball of marmalade coloured fur, she almost forgot how awful her life was. It was almost refreshing to be able to care for and tend to something that didn't ask for her tenderness and that returned it without wanting more from her in return...other than to keep feeding and fondling him whenever she got the chance. Cinderella had known such precious little of love that she wasn't entirely sure she would recognise it even if she ran head first into it but...she was fairly sure she loved the kitten.

Just as she was fairly sure she felt nothing but loathing for that odious Warin. She shuddered as she dished up the evening meal and though about her stepmother's words about fashioning herself a garment to catch his eye. Although it wasn't his eyes she was worried about.

Cinderella carefully arranged the numerous covered plates and dishes upon a tray and started up the winding stairs into the main house. She had changed into the better of the two dresses she owned and although it was nothing compared to the clothes worn by the rest of her family it was a vast improvement on what she usually wore. It was the only dress from her 'former' life that she had been allowed to keep. As such it was a little on the small side, fitting her body much like a second skin and revealing almost as much as it concealed, the pale blue fabric hugging the curves that had developed in later years and emphasising her modest bust. She had washed her face and combed her hair, arranging it simply but prettily and Cinderella felt her stepmother couldn't be too disappointed with her appearance as it was.

She finished arranging the plates upon the table and stepped out into the hall to be met by two sights that shocked her in very different ways. The sight of Warin and her stepmother all but embracing in the hallway filled her with revulsion just as her eye travelled to the stairway in time to see her stepsister leading none other than the Prince upstairs. This sent an unexplained thrill of excitement to jolt Cinderella's stomach and caused her to stand slightly dumb struck in the doorway to the dining room for a moment or two longer than she had intended.

Realising she was stood with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open, she lowered her face and bobbed a shallow curtsey to her stepmother and man beside her, wanting to seem polite but not afford him a good view down her enhanced cleavage.
"D-dinner is served, ma'am...I...I was just about the ring the bell...I will leave you and your guest...your guests..." Her voice was meek and unquestionably nervous. Cinderella wanted nothing more than to run back to the kitchen and away from the lecherous eyes of Warin and the scornful gaze of her stepmother and spend a few precious minutes with the kitten and to daydream a little about the handsome man she had seen disappearing upstairs with Hanna.

 

[poohlive]

The kitten felt as if each step was placed softly and carefully in the house. Not in fear of being caught, each human seemed wrapped up in just about everything they were doing, but simply because plots seemed to be hanging around every corner, in every whispered ear.

The kitten cocked his little furry head to the side, one ear popped straight on his head, listening as the mother explained her plan for tonight. For Cinderella.

He turned back, seeing her finish preparing the table.

He couldn't let that happen to her. She was a good simple girl, she have him cream to drink and scratched behind his ear. And these two were plotting her demise. He wanted to scratch their little eyes out.

If only he could.

No one asked him to help.

One of the fairies codes. It is not easy to do magic without being asked, or persuaded. Magic for another's benefit left mounds of paperwork and backlog. They are finicky about these things.

And think of the rumors. Every girl of age with a sinister suitor would come searching the countryside for cute little kittens in the hopes they would save her from a brutal and forced wedding night, or in this case, just any night they could have.

Cinderella could ask for his help, and he could oblige. But, he couldn't tell her what was going on, or that he was anything more than a cute little kitten looking for a meal.

Cinderella couldn't help him.

But... Hanna could.

Hanna knew everything. Hanna understood he was a fairy, or at least a magical person, and also understood what was going on tonight.

The orange and white kitten sniffed the air, and caught her scent, bounding across the hall and racing towards her.

She was at the doorway to one of the bedrooms, doing something odd with her hair. The fairy didn't understand. He grabbed the end of her dress and tugged at it, as hard as the tiny little kitten could.

"Meow!"

He stared up at her with his soft little kitten eyes, and then let just a spurt of magic come out, race around his head. She could see it, easily, and know who he was.

"Meow!"

It sounded so much like help! He hoped she would listen, and understand.

 

[Kaena]

Hanna waited eagerly outside the bedchamber for the prince, hoping he had picked up on her blatant offer. Moving away from he door, she felt something tugging on the bottom of her long skirt and looked down to see the little orange kitten. Even before Valtorin used his brief magic to reveal himself she knew who it was and she scooped him up quickly, stepping around the corner away from the door.

"What are you still doing here?" she hissed, trying to sound angry, but the cute disguise melted her heart instantly. "Haven't you caused enough mischief tonight. If my mother or Warin find you, we will both be in trouble."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Katherine sneered at her step-daughter; her eyes barely acknowledging the young woman's dress. She stepped away from Warin and walked over to the young woman. "You clean up rather well; doesn't she?" Katherine asked her lover as she motioned for the young girl to step further into the room.

She closed the door behind the small group of three and pressed herself against it, blocking the easiest way to exit the room. "Cinderella, you have obviously taken great pains in making yourself more presentable to our benefactor."

"I commend you for your efforts. Warin, I believe thought that perhaps there was no real woman under all that soot and dirt that you seem to bathe in."

Katherine moved behind her step-daughter and whispered in her ear, low enough that no one but the pretty woman could hear. "You will be on your best behavior this night. You will lavish this family with affection and . . . you had best hope it looks genuine."

She then stepped back to Warin's side, laid a hand on his shoulder and smiled wickedly at both her lover and her charge. "Perhaps I should leave you two alone? I'm sure there is much Warin wishes to speak to you about. . .or am I wrong my love in providing you with pleasures that you haven't supped on before?"

There was little doubt in the words that Katherine spoke. As her lips rose in a knowing grin and she moved her body suggestively against her partner. She wasn't sure what Warin would do with her offer, but she knew after this mornings laziness on Cinderella's part the young girl needed to know who held the cards in this house.

"Come closer Cinder. . . let Warin have a better look at you."

 

[Britwitch]

Cinderella

"You clean up rather well; doesn't she?"
"Thank you, ma'am..." Cinderella replied cautiously, trying not to swallow too noisily as she nervously followed her step-mother's beckoning finger. Supressing a shiver as Warin moved with them.
"Cinderella, you have obviously taken great pains in making yourself more presentable to our benefactor."
"I...I tried to do as you asked of me, ma'am..."
"I commend you for your efforts. Warin, I believe thought that perhaps there was no real woman under all that soot and dirt that you seem to bathe in."

There was no hiding the chill that danced up her spine this time as Cinderella felt Katherine move closer...too close...and felt her breath tickle her neck as she whispered in her ear.
"You will be on your best behaviour this night. You will lavish this family with affection and . . . you had best hope it looks genuine."
Cinderella's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, eyes widened slightly as she flicked them towards Warin's almost evalutory gaze as it moved lazily over her form. The threat was not the first of it's kind and as much as Cinderella wanted to answer back, she had seen the result all too often with her step-sisters and had no desire to bring such fury upon herself.

"Perhaps I should leave you two alone? I'm sure there is much Warin wishes to speak to you about. . .or am I wrong my love in providing you with pleasures that you haven't supped on before?"
"I wouldn't want to interrupt your plans for the evening...I mean, I wouldn't want to interrupt your meal, ma'am...I am sure you and your guests will enjoy the food I have prepared..." Cinderella tailed off uncertainly. Her attempt at changing the all too obvious subject crumbling away as her eyes were drawn involuntarily towards her step-mother's motions against Warin's frame.

"Come closer Cinder. . . let Warin have a better look at you."
There was something in Katherine's tone and eyes that prevented Cinderella from attempting to disuade her. She had seen that expression far too many times before to doubt what would result should she cross the formidable woman before her.
"A-as you wish, ma'am..." Cinderella replied meekly, moving slowly towards Warin.

Her hips swaying slightly beneath the close fitting dress, bust moving a little with each step closer. She wanted to stand with her chin raised proudly, to show she was not as scared as her step-mother would have her be. But to do so would mean meeting Warin's eye and that she simply did not have the stomach for and so, Cinderella stood before Warin, head bowed and heart hammering within her ears as she waited for his response.

 

[Tseranc]

Warin smirked, enjoying the exchange between the two woman; one he loved using, and the other he had entertained the notions of having.

The tiny dress on the girl would look ridiculous, were it not so tempting. The first time Katherine had even hinted at offering him Cinderella, he laughed, as if he would ever settle for the poorly developed, filthy little wench she kept around to cook and clean. But maybe his long time lover had seen something he had missed, for she kept her around longer then he imagined. He had bet that the girl would meet some unfortunate end by now. His fortune, from the deal they had just closed today, that the filthy girl was allowed to live, else Katherine, and not he, would have the property, and wealth that came form it, he had just negotiated away from her today.

But now this girl's body, wrapped so tightly in the simple pale blue dress, tempted him like never before. Even her very demeanor lured him, as she attempted defiance, but in the end bowed her head, unable to face her possible fate. “She's definitely not your blood, is she? Look how timid, and tame she is.” His hand reached out, and lifted her chin, not to look in her eyes, but to inspect them for any sign of life. “I've maids that look more fun. This girl would naught but lay there, maybe get a whimper or tear, but little else.” He released her face.

Stepping closer he hugged one arm around her tiny waist, still drawn by the innocent look of her, as much as he tried to play off that he wasn't interested. “Perhaps she'll prove something with work. As you know, I can come to enjoy a challenge.” He looked up to smile wickedly at Katherine.

 

[poohlive]

The small kitten spoke furiously, of what he had heard in the hallway. He did not know of the names, the only one that had been thrown around was Cinderella's.

"They plan on doing it tonight. I did not know who else to go to. I can not let that happen to Cinderella."

Not to a girl who petted him and let him drink such rich milk. She was too nice for a fate awaiting her downstairs.

"Please, there is something we can do, isn't there?"

 

[Britwitch]

“She's definitely not your blood, is she? Look how timid, and tame she is.”
Cinderella allowed herself a vague smile at his words, of course she was nothing like them and she hoped she never would be. The feel of his fingers firmly guiding her chin upwards broke through her thoughts and caused her to jump slightly. She held his probing gaze steadily, listening to his words and trying not to react, biting her tongue against comment.
“I've maids that look more fun. This girl would naught but lay there, maybe get a whimper or tear, but little else.”

However, Cinderella couldn't help but tense noticably as his arm crept around her waist, drawing her nearer.
“Perhaps she'll prove something with work. As you know, I can come to enjoy a challenge..."
The smile shared between her Guardian and the lecherous man with his arm about her was the last straw. Cooking and cleaning and being used worse than most servants were Cinderella could cope with, she didn't enjoy it but she could cope. This...this was so very very different. The idea of his words, their meaning, set her stomach churning.

Cinderella tried discreetly to disentangle herself from Warin's arm but, when that didn't work, panic rose up sharply within her and she struggled free from his arm and staggered back a pace or two.
"Perhaps, Sir, you would prefer an easier evening's entertainment...after all, you are a guest and should not have to 'work'...why not take out your desires on more interested parties..." Cinderella replied bluntly, smoothing her dress a little while her eyes moved pointedly to her step-mother. "I am sure you will find something to suit your tastes here...in at least one of the upstairs' bedrooms..." Cinderella knew she had already gone too far by insulting her step-mother, regardless of the truths within her words, but by insulting her step-sisters she felt a little better about the situation. As her words hung in the air for a moment she smiled, ever so slightly, she had sounded like her father and that cheered and blostered her more than anything she could have wished for.

"So...if that is all, I shall leave you to your meal..." Cinderella bobbed a slow curtsey, taking a deep breath as her head was bowed and then moved swiftly towards the doors. Escape from this awful situation was just on the other side of the doors but as she raised her hand to turn the door handle she looked up to see Katherine stood resolutely in her way. The smile on her Guardian's face was anything but friendly.

 

[Kaena]

Hanna sighed as she listened to Valtorin speak. She didn't really like her step sister Cinderella but what her mother was planning for the young woman was enough to turn even her stomach. She remembered her first night with Warin and though she had enjoyed it, she didn't wish it upon anyone.

"Okay, okay, I will help you," she said, setting the kitten down on the floor. Sighing she looked back at the door of her father's bedchamber. In order to keep Cinderella out of Warin's bed that night, she would have to either take her place and lose her chance with the prince or think of something else. "With the prince here at the moment, mother wouldn't dare try anything, so it will give me time to think of what to do. You will owe me big time for this one."

Sighing again she returned to her post waiting for the prince, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress. As she reached down to pluck a orange cat hair from her skirt, one of the pills she had all but forgotten about tumbled to the floor from her hand. "That's it.." she thought to herself wih a smile as she picked it up. She had an idea now, the night was just about to get better.

 

[Tseranc]

Warin didn't give Katherine time to deal with her wayward charge, and grabbed her arm, spinning the girl around to face him, and not her step-mother. “Maybe not so timid after all, though still not worthy of your Step-mother's family. Insinuate what you will against me girl, but you owe every hair on that pretty head of yours to her.” He spun the girl around again to look at her step-mother.

“She sacrificed everything to keep her family in a good home, and fed with good meals. Were it not for her, you would be out on the streets, since your father squandered his wealth away. This woman here did what she could for her family, and even kept you safe, after offering her own blood up to a man like me. You think on that, as you serve dinner, you selfish little twit.”

He wasn't sure what had come over him, but the insults thrown at Katherine infuriated him. For all he had done to this woman, and her family, to have some wisp of a girl who survived by the graces of such a woman was beyond tolerating.

“You will have yours girl, be it by me, or some worse fate, I am certain that your ingratitude will be repaid and vistaed upon you.” He released her to attend to serving dinner, or whatever other purposes Katherine had for her. He almost hoped she would beat the tramp right there in front of him, so he could at least have the satisfaction of seeing it.