Story: Cunty Ella

Ella was her daddy’s darling – beautiful, blonde, buxom and innocent.  She was the most beautiful maid in all the kingdom.  Her mother had passed away when Ella was young, but her daddy took care of everything she needed, and she adored him greatly.

When Ella was 18 her father remarried, to a huge-titted bimbo of a woman named Gwen, who had two adult daughters, Ava and Sara.  Ella’s father told her that he expected her to be kind to her new stepsisters and stepmother, and do everything possible to make them happy.  Ella did her best to obey, even though her new stepsisters were both sluts and bitches, and her stepmother was stupid, shallow and cruel.

However, shortly after the marriage, Ella’s father died in a horseriding accident, and all his money and possessions went to his new wife.  Ella could have left to seek her own fortune – penniless, not even the owner of her own clothes, likely destined for a career of prostitution – or she could live on under the governance of her stepmother.  She knew her father would want her to care for his wife, and to get along with her stepsisters, so she chose to stay.

It was a mistake.  Without the influence of Ella’s father, her stepmother Ava was monstrously cruel.  She threw out all of Ella’s clothes and made her go naked around the house.  She made it clear that Ella was expected to do all the housework for her sisters, and also obey their every whim.

The stepsisters were even crueller.  They delighted in molesting and torturing Ella.  They would grope her at every chance, squeezing her buttocks, grabbing and pulling on her tits, and working their fingers up into her naked cunt.  Ava so liked Ella’s pussy that she began to call her “Cunty Ella”, and made her answer to that name.  She began creeping into Ella’s bedroom at night and raping her – first by kissing her, then fingering her pussy, then licking Ella’s cunt, and finally forcing her own cunt against Ella’s face and ordering her to lick.

Ella made the mistake of reporting her rape to her stepmother.  Gwen’s response was to spank Ella’s cunt for complaining, and then declare that Ava had found an excellent new use for their slave girl, and that Ella was to lick *all* of their cunts from now on.  Whenever Ella wasn’t engaged in tiring menial chores, she found her face buried in the pussy of her stepmother or one of her stepsisters, obediently licking.

For the sisters, it wasn’t enough that they could use Ella for anything they wanted.  They decided that they wanted to make her *like* it.  Sara, the younger sister, declared that Ella must be sexually aroused at all times, and that her cunt would be spanked if she were not.  Poor Ella was forced to imagine sexual fantasies during her abuse in an attempt to keep her cunt wet – and soon enough, as Sara had hoped, this practice resulted in her beginning to become aroused *by* the abuse and humiliation.

Both mother and sisters were complete sluts, and regularly fucked many men.  Sometimes they would make Ella watch and masturbate – although they never let the men fuck Ella, as Gwen had declared that Ella didn’t *deserve* to fuck a man, and that in any case her cunt was far too disgusting for any man to fuck.  But afterwards, when the men had ejaculated into their cunts, or over their tits, they would make Ella lick them clean, and so by her 19th birthday Ella had swallowed more cum than many girls do in their entire lives.

Shortly after her 19th birthday, it was announced that the prince of the kingdom was looking for a bride, and that he would throw a ball at the castle and invite all the eligible young women of the kingdom.  Gwen, Ava and Sara all immediately announced that they would go, but that Ella would have to stay home, as it was her night to lick their dildos clean and then polish the toilet with her tongue.

But Ella desperately wanted to go.  As soon as she had heard of the ball, she had begun to have intense sexual fantasies about the prince.  She had never met him, but she longed to kiss him, to hold him – even to fuck him.  

As chance would have it, on the morning of the ball, the madam of the local brothel was visiting the house, to pick up two young sex workers who the sisters had hired to torture in lesbian games all night long.  She saw Ella’s forlorn looks, and went over to talk to her.

“Now, what’s the matter, girl?” she said.  “Are you not going to the ball tonight?”

“No,” said Ella, “for my stepmother forbids me.”

“Now, that’s just not right,” said the madam.  “Every young woman in the kingdom is invited – even my pretty little whores here.”  She looked around, and then whispered, “And you in particular MUST go.  I can sense it.”

“What do you mean?” asked Ella.

“Did you not know, girl?” said the madam.  “They say in every generation, one girl is born specifically to sexually please the prince and be bred by him, with every part of her perfectly designed for his sexual gratification.  And I happen to know that the prince likes buxom, innocent blondes – it may be that *you* are the chosen one.”

The thought thrilled Ella.  “But… how can I go?” she asked.  “I have no clothes, no dress… and if my stepmother sees me at the ball, I shall be punished.”

“When your sister and mother leave tonight, come down to the brothel,” said the madam.  “Just think of me as your fairy godmother. I’ll make your wish come true.”

And so that night, Ella’s stepsisters and stepmother left for the ball in a grand carriage, and Ella ran down the street to the brothel.

The madam was waiting for her.  And the dress she had prepared was like nothing Ella had seen.

First, there was no underwear – only a crystal butt plug that the madam helped Ella to work into her asshole.  There were six-inch crystal high heels, and a crystal tiara.  There was a blue leather dog collar, with a name tag that read “Cunt”.  And there was a bunny mask, which would wholly obscure her face, with a ball-gag attached to it.

The dress itself was of beautiful shimmering blue.  The fabric was gorgeously soft to touch, and impossible to look away from.

But it concealed nothing.  The long skirt parted in the front to expose her naked cunt to public gaze.  And the top was little more than a corset that pulled her stomach in, with a ruffle of white down at the top which acted as a pillow to support her large naked tits.

Ella blushed bright red when she wore it.  This was somehow worse than being nude.  She looked like a fucktoy – but, she had to admit, a *beautiful* fucktoy.

“Don’t be precious, darling,” said the madam.  “You want to catch the prince’s eye, don’t you?  It makes sense to put your best assets on display.  And besides, with that mask, no one will know who you are, and the ball gag will stop you accidentally saying anything that would give you away.”

And so Ella went to the ball with her tits and cunt on display, a plug in her ass, and a ball gag in her mouth.

She turned heads as soon as she arrived.  Every woman stared at her with naked jealousy on their face, and whispered “slut” and “whore” at her.  Every man regarded her with obvious lust.

Ella felt her cunt wetten, as she had been conditioned to do from humiliation – and that humiliation was only deepened when she felt her fuckhoney begin to slowly drool down her inner thighs, in full view of everyone.

And then she saw the prince – and he saw her.  And once he had seen her, he couldn’t look away.

He went straight up with her and dragged her into a dance.  Ella didn’t know how to dance but the prince didn’t seem to care.  He whirled her around and around the dance floor, and whispered in her ear as he did so.

“I like a woman who knows she has nothing to say,” he said.  “You have very pretty udders.  I know you’re not very smart, being a woman, so just let me lead.”

Ella couldn’t say anything in response, so she just danced, and although the prince’s comments were degrading, it was the first time since her father had died that any man had seemed to *like* her, and she blushed with pleasure.

After a while, the prince dragged her away from the dance floor into a corridor.  He pushed her up against the wall, and extracted his cock from his pants.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he said – and then pushed his cock into her unprotected cunt.

Ella squealed into her gag.  It was the first time she had ever had a penis inside her, and she had absolutely no control over what was happening.

Moreover, the prince’s cock was such a good *fit* for her.  It was like her pussy had been specifically designed to perfectly match his length, girth and contours.  As it slid into her, she felt *whole*, for the first time in her life.

“God, you’re such a hot little bitch,” moaned the prince, as he began to rape Ella.  “I’ve never felt a pussy this good.”

Ella felt herself cumming – again, and again, and again – with every thrust of the prince’s dick.  Her eyes crossed, and she might have fallen if the prince hadn’t been pinning her against the wall.

And then finally the prince orgasmed, and flooded her womb with his sperm.  Ella had no way of knowing – but somehow, she was certain that she had just been impregnated.  The knowledge both thrilled and horrified her.

And then, at her moment of greatest confusion, she heard a familiar voice.

“What the hell is going on here?  Why are you fucking some trollop when you’ve barely paid any attention to my daughters?”

It was Ella’s stepmother, Gwen.

In a sudden burst of fear that she would be identified, Ella pushed the prince away, and fled, the prince’s cum still leaking from her twat.  She left the castle, and ran all the way back home, stripping off her dress and shoes mask and gag and collar and buttplug and leaving them on the castle stairs, so that they would not be traced back to her or the madam.

After the ball, everything seemed to go back to normal.  Ella’s stepmother and stepsisters never suspected she had gone to the ball, and they went back to torturing and raping her, even as Ella struggled with the knowledge that the prince’s child was beginning to grow in her belly.

But then it was announced that the prince had fallen in lust with a maiden that he had fucked at the ball.  It was said that her cunt perfectly matched his cock, and he desired to make her his wife and breeding sow.  The woman had been masked at the ball, and no one seemed to know who she was, so the prince was touring the kingdom and sticking his cock into every young eligible woman, until he found the cunt that so perfectly suited him.

This news thrilled Ella’s stepsisters.  They knew they weren’t the woman he was looking for, but they hoped to trick him.  They knew their heavily fucked cunts would not be tight enough to match his cock, and so they spent all day performing various exercises designed to strengthen their vaginal muscles so that they might squeeze his dick properly.  Each night Ella’s stepmother put her fingers into each of her stepsisters’ cunts, and if they did not squeeze her hard enough – as they inevitably did not – Gwen would beat their tits and tell them to exercise harder.  The sisters would then take out their frustration and pain on Ella, beating *her* tits and cunt, and even going so far as to piss on her face.

Slowly the prince made his way through the kingdom, fucking every young woman.  For some women, a single thrust of his dick into the girl’s pussy was enough to make a verdict.  For others, he fucked them until he ejaculated inside them, just to make sure.  For his favourites, he purchased the girls off their parents to add to the royal brothel, in case he wanted to sample their pussies again or share them with his friends.

A law was passed to provide that any bastards the prince might father as a result of this process would have no claim upon the crown or the prince – but that any man might fuck the mother of such a bastard without her consent, providing that they paid the mother a single piece of gold.  It was thought that this provision would adequately provide for the welfare of mother and child.  Further, any female offspring would be appropriated by the crown at the age of 18, along with their mothers, and a place would be found for them in the harems and slave quarters of neighbouring kingdoms, as much diplomatic goodwill could be bought with pretty slavegirls of noble blood, and mother-daughter sex pairs commanded an even higher premium.

Finally the prince came to Ella’s house.  With great pomp and ritual, the prince sank his cock into the cunt of each of Ella’s stepsisters – and, for the sake of completeness, Ella’s stepmother as well.

“These cunts are loose and stretched,” the prince proclaimed.  “None of you are suitable.  Do you not have any more women at this address?”

“No women,” giggled Ava.  “Only pigs.”

But the prince’s cock was harder than it had ever been, and he sensed what he was looking for was near.  

At that point, the brothel madam came running up.

“What do you want, woman?” asked the prince.  “I have already tested all your whores.”

“Your Highness,” said the madam.  “There is another woman at this address. You will find her inside the house.  And if she pleases you – please remember my assistance.”

“Another woman?” said the prince.

He strode into the house and found Ella there – naked, on all fours, scrubbing the stone floor using her bare tits.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, that’s only Cunty Ella,” said Ella’s stepmother.  “Barely a person at all.  You can ignore her.”

“Cunty Ella?” said the prince.  “What an appropriate name.”  

 He grabbed Ella by her hair, and pulled her to the feet, and pushed her against the wall, and then he shoved his cock into her twat – which was well-trained to always be wet.

He sighed with delight.

“This is it,” he said.  “This is the cunt.”

He looked into Ella’s eyes – and then slapped her across the face.

“That’s for running away from me,” he said.

And then he began to fuck her.

“Brothel Madam,” said the prince, “you have done well.  How did you know of this girl?”

“I know of the prophecy, your Highness, that says one woman in your generation will be born to service your royal cock,” said the madam, “and I have some magical intuition, inherited from my mother.  It was my mother who found your father his wife – your own mother.  She had heard that your father liked to abuse the tits of buxom brunettes, and so she found a well-endowed brunette prostitute, and purchased her, and induced her to lactate, and trained her to be aroused by pain in her tits even as she cried from the pain.”

“That was your mother who found her?” asked the prince.  “Well done.  My father first encouraged me to beat my mother’s breasts on my 18th birthday, and it was a very arousing experience.”

“And so,” said the madam, “when I heard that you had a predilection for raping big-titted innocent blonde girls, and abusing them and humiliating them and treating them like objects, I thought of Cunty Ella here, who had been so well trained by her sisters to accept any torture and degradation and get wet from it.  I thought she must surely be the girl born for you.”

“She is,” said the prince.  “And I will take her home and wed her and breed her.  I already have a cage picked out for her to sleep in on the nights when I prefer some other whore in my bed.”

“But madam,” he added, “Cunty Ella is making little sounds when I fuck her.  When first I enjoyed her, she was gagged, and I believe I prefer her in that state.”

“Try this, your Highness,” said the madam, passing a ball gag to the prince.

“Excellent,” said the prince, gagging Ella, and then continuing to rape her.

As he neared orgasm, he looked into Ella’s eyes and said, “You are remarkably fun to rape.”

And Ella knew, right then, that that was the closest she would ever get to hearing a man say that he loved her.  And she chose to accept it on that basis, and let her heart flood with affection for this man who would become her owner and master.  She moaned into her gag, and bucked her hips against his cock, and sighed with delight as he ejaculated inside her.

For a big-titted slut like her, this was practically romance.  And as the prince packed her into a large wooden chest for transport back to the castle, she thought about her future of being a dehumanised fucktoy breeding sow for the prince for the rest of her life – and decided she would accept this as being as close as she deserved to living happily ever after.

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