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Cinderella sighed as she continued to scrub the kitchen floor, her body black with soot. Once again, her stepmother Lady Tremaine and her stepsisters Drizella and Anastasia had gone off to a party wearing pretty dresses leaving Cinderella to do all the
Cinderella sighed. It was so unfair. She didn't deserve it. If anything... she was so beautiful, she should be the one going to the party and her ugly sisters should be doing the cleaning.
She blinked. Where had that thought come from?
When she went to put her broom away, she knocked it against one of the wall and a secret door slid open.
Confused and curious, Cinderella walked down....
* * *
"Come here," Snow White hissed to the Seven Dwarfs, a long forked tongue now extending from her mouth and licking her blood-red lips.
"I'm not going to consume you," she purred. "You were good to me and I could see you serving me well. But if you are going to serve me, you need some... changes...." She glanced meaningfully at their crotches. "Pleasure me now!"
Her mind was afire, both with unquenchable lust and with images of her step-mother. Wouldn't she be surprised at the new Snow White....
* * *
Cinderella gazed at the room in shock. It looked like a dungeon! With chains and whips, paddles and....
She ran her fingers over a nasty-looking strap-on, and then snatched her hand away in horror was she realized its purpose. She'd found the secret room of Lady Tremaine, forcefully discovering an aspect of her cruel stepmother she'd never known before.
At that moment, the demon of pride that had been growing in Cinderella burst forth.
Cinderella was fascinated. If she could lock her stepmother and stepsisters in this room, she could teach them some respect. After all, she was more beautiful then them. They should worship her....
* * *
The Bitch snarled as she lapped-up the cum. This tasted good but didn't do much to decrease her rage.
She remembered Gaston. That preening, prancing fool had loved to torment her, forcing himself on her. And then there were all those bubble-headed bimbos who shivered and sighed behind him.
They all needed to be taught a lesson.
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