Chapter 1 - Cinderella's Summons

Cinderella had just lowered herself into a deliciously hot bath when a messenger arrived. One of her maids accepted the sealed parchment then shooed the man away.

"The princess is bathing! Off with you! Go, go!"

At Cinderella's wave the old woman broke the seal and read the message.

"Dear Cindy" - she harumphed at the highly inappropriately familiarity of the tone - "It has been far too long since I last saw you. Come take a walk with me this evening. Your Angie."

"Well now!" The maid rolled up the scroll and made to toss it on the fire where another bucket of water was heating up. "I can't imagine how that got past the Postmaster! I'll make sure to give him a piece of my mind when next I see him, see if I don't!"

Rising from her bathtub, Cinderella snatched the parchment away from her.

"You will do no such thing! Angie is a very old, very... dear... friend, and her messages must always be conveyed directly to me without delay."

The other two maids rushed to dry their mistress with the towels that had been left to warm near the fireplace, but she waved them away.

"Leave now, all of you. Now!"

She immediately regretted her outburst but before she could apologize the older woman had shoved the two younger girls out the door, following them without delay. When the door closed Cinderella sat down heavily, crumpling the parchment in her hand, then hastily doing her best to straighten it out again. She heaved a deep sigh, steeled herself, and with a resigned look on her face she spoke formally as she held the broken wax seal in her hand:

"Agent, I owe all this to you. Convey me to you so that I may pay my debt."

There was a brief moment of disorientation, like she was suddenly toppling forward. When she caught her balance she was standing in a very familiar place: The Agent's office. It was a large, almost cavernous room, the arched ceiling at its highest point rising to a height of at least twenty feet over the flagstone floor. On her right was a large balcony overlooking a lush garden, the fresh smells of blooming flowers drifting in, and along the opposite wall a line of shelves filled with all manner of books, ledgers, scrolls, and piles of papers and documents.

She knew that behind her was the door she had stepped through the first time she came here, and straight in front of her stood the same massive desk as then, made from some kind of deep red wood. Behind it sat the Agent. She was impeccably dressed as always, this time in a snugly fitting wine-red jacket and white ruffled blouse. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun and one of her crimson nails was tracing a line of text on the document she was reading, her black-rimmed glasses mirrored by the light from the chandeliers overhead.

Cinderella was acutely aware of being naked, but she knew better than to try to cover herself. Instead she knelt down on the stone floor and placed her hands behind her back, raising her head and pulling back her shoulders.

"You wanted to see me?"

Her voice was strangled and she swallowed hard to resist the urge to clear her throat. The woman behind the desk raised one finger without looking at her, then continued her reading for several more minutes before scribbling some notes in the margin. When she looked up she was smiling a warm friendly smile, but she made no motion to rise or gesture for Cinderella to leave her exposed position.

"Ah yes, my dear Cindy! How nice of you to come so promptly."

That was a barb, one Cinderella knew well. The first few times she had been called here she had tried to delay, inventing reasons for why she couldn't go right away, but she had learned better. Now she made every effort to answer the Agent's call as quickly as she could.

"And already dressed for the occasion! That's a nice surprise."

Cinderella's face burned hot. She didn't want to displease her mistress, but neither did she wish to pretend to enjoy the things she was made to do. She felt her blush deepen as she told herself again that despite how her body might react she did not in any way enjoy this. She did not.

"I was in the bath and I thought it best not to keep you waiting." She tried to keep her tone light, to sound as if kneeling naked in front of this woman did not affect her, even though they both knew the truth.

"Very wise. I do get impatient when I'm kept waiting." She smirked at Cinderella - smirked! - who again felt herself blush at the reminder of how she used to behave and how obedient she had become. It had taken her years for her to break free from the mindset her stepmother and stepsisters had forced her into, and being brought back to that state of servitude was humiliating beyond words.

And yet she kept her bargain. She could walk away, discard the luxuries of wealth and fame and future queenly authority and accept whatever awful fate the Agent had in reserve for her, but she didn't. She stayed and endured the things she had to do to keep her happily-ever-after, upheld her part of the deal she had made so many years ago. She told herself it was because she would be a good queen, kind and generous towards her subjects, but she knew that was not the whole truth. Going back to being a servant to her family, a maid in all but name, would have been intolerable. While these enforced visits were sickening and degrading, at least they only spoiled a few days of her year instead of every hour of every day as her previous service had.

The agent pushed back her chair and rose. Cinderella's eyes widened as she realized her tormentor was naked from the waist down, the massive shaft of her cock fully engorged and the swollen head glistening.

"That will be all for now, Kara dear", she said as she rose, flicking her gaze down below the edge of her desk for a moment before looking back at Cinderella with a wide smile. "Little Cindy here will take over for you now."

A blonde woman crawled out from under the desk, her gaudy and indecently clinging clothes - that thought sent another spike of shame through Cinderella's body, reminding her of her own state of undress - marking her as one of the costumed adventurers from the picture pamphlets she had seen among the poorer people around the capital. The girl was wiping her mouth on her sleeve and adjusting the front of her tunic which had been pulled down to expose her breasts.

"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." The girl's voice was tight but still held a tone of relief, so presumably her service had been unexpectedly light this time. Cinderella felt a twinge of longing for the time when she wouldn't have considered kneeling under a desk to perform oral services for a freak of nature "light service", or indeed considered the idea at all, but now things were what they were.

The woman - Kara, the Agent had called her - met Cinderella's gaze for just a moment, her eyes holding a mixture of sympathy, regret, relief and determination that Cinderella remembered experiencing from her early time of service. Either this woman hadn't been in their common mistress' employ as long as herself or she had been better able to hold on to the idea that this was a temporary situation, that this was not all she was meant to be. Perhaps she had driven a harder bargain, gained more from her deal? Cinderella had always thought that being happily married to a prince was the best life had to offer, but maybe there was something more?

Her brief reverie was interrupted when Kara shot a hateful, heated look at the Agent's back - literally heated, it seemed for a moment, as if the very air shimmered in front of her eyes - and then walked over to the balcony and leaped off it. Cinderella gasped, but instead of plummeting to the ground the woman soared up through the air, her bright cape flapping in the wind.

Perhaps that was her bargain. Was the freedom to fly a better gift than a prince and a castle? She couldn't tell.

"Now then. Continue where dear Kara left off while I think of what we shall do to amuse ourselves today." The Agent's voice was smooth and deep and impossible to refuse. Cinderella parted her lips, her face burning as she accepted the swollen, spit-wet cock into her mouth. She wanted to close her eyes or look away, but she knew the Agent wanted to look her in the eye while she pleasured her, so despite her burning cheeks she did her best to face her mistress. The predatory smile she met sent shivers up her spine, shivers of fear and... anticipation? No, not that! She did not enjoy this! She did not enjoy being treated like some common tavern whore, like a piece of property, like a pet doing tricks! She did not!

Angie - that was the name the Agent used when she talked about herself apart from her function - looked down at her, that smile growing wider still as Cinderella used her mouth on her mistress' male organ. She stood perfectly still, forcing the kneeling princess to move her head back and forth as she did her best to pleasure her. Angie's hands touched her lightly - stroked her hair, brushed her cheeks, sometimes reached down to her naked breasts, gently touching her stiff nipples... Stiff from the cold, nothing else, Cinderella told herself. Nothing else, never mind that the temperature in the Agent's office was quite balmy.

She stared her defiance at her tormentor, doing her best to summon up the fire she had seen in the girl Kara's eyes. She hated this woman and the power she had over her, the power she herself had given her. She couldn't understand what drove her to do this - she wasn't like Cinderella's step-sisters who had been cruel to her out of laziness or malice; no, this was something different. Angie degraded and tormented her, clearly taking pleasure in her discomfort and humiliation, but she didn't get the feeling that she hated her. She wasn't cruel for the sake of cruelty or because she disliked Cinderella, but seemingly just because it pleased her to degrade her. Her sisters had never been that perverted - they disliked Cinderella and had power over her, so they were cruel to her. Angie had power over her and was cruel to her, but there was no malice in it. Her lack of understanding only fueled her anger, making her ever more hateful.

"That feels good, your highness. Have you been practicing?"

Cinderella intensified her glare, but she didn't slow her movements. She knew what disobedience would bring, and while she despised giving this creature what she wanted, she feared punishment more. She found no pleasure in obeying - no, she did not! - but it was still better than the alternative.

It seemed this only served to excite Angie, because she took a firm grip in Cinderella's hair and began to thrust herself into her mouth. Cinderella did her best to accept the swollen member, feeling her eyes tear up as the tip tried to force itself deeper. Despite the disgust she felt she tried to relax, knowing resistance was futile, and suddenly the thick shaft was halfway down her throat. She gagged and had to clasp her hands hard behind her back to keep from trying to push Angie away, something she knew displeased her mistress immensely, doing her best not to resist what was happening to her.

"Oh yes, that's the stuff", Angie said with a husky, breathless voice, grinning down at Cinderella's tear-streaked face. Her eyes glittered with lust and Cinderella wished she could escape what she knew would happen next but there was no way out. Suddenly Angie threw her head back and pushed her foul organ all the way down Cinderella's mistreated throat, the shaft spasming as she shot her seed inside her in long, thick spurts. Her hands were like a vise, pressing the kneeling girl's face against her crotch as she climaxed.

When she was satisfied she pulled out slowly, allowing Cinderella to draw hacking, gasping breaths while she wiped the spit and on her cock off in her hair. "A few more times and you'll be able to do that all on your own. Maybe you can find some stable boy to practice on back home at the castle."

Cinderella shot her a murderous look as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wishing she could spit the foul liquid from her mouth but knowing that was sure to bring further humiliation. She had been forced to lick Angie's discharge from the floor more than once while they practiced this particular act.

"Will that be all, Agent? May I go back now?"

It galled Cinderella to have to ask for permission, but she couldn't stand being her any longer than she had to. The Agent seemed to consider the question for a few moments but then she shook her head and laughed.

"No, of course not, you silly goose! I told you we're gong for a walk, didn't I? This was just to warm you up."

Cinderella lowered her head and sighed. She had hoped she would get off easy this time, especially since there had been another girl here before her. But if Angie didn't let her go right after doing... that... it meant she wanted to keep her around for a while. She just wanted to get back to her bath and wash the taste and smell of this woman's filth from her mouth and hair.

As for this business about "going for a walk", that could mean anything. The Agent's mind was a twisted and disgusting maze of perversion that Cinderella couldn't begin to understand, didn't want to understand, and she seemed to take delight in confusing and surprising Cinderella (and presumably her other "clients") with ever new, ever more degrading games. She had made Cinderella pose naked for her, exposing herself in the most shameful way; crawl on all fours, leashed like a dog; walk around the gardens wearing next to nothing in front of some of the Agent's other girls; fetch and carry for her while she worked, having her curtsy and beg to be defiled each time she delivered a document or ledger... This could be any of those, or something new. In a way she hoped it would be one of those, even crawling on the floor which she had found particularly degrading, because at least then the shame she felt would be a familiar shame.

"Yes, mistress. Anything you desire." She had found out the hard way that playing along and pretending to be meek and obedient would usually, though far from always, let her off easier. She wasn't sure if resisting made Angie more excited or more angry, but either way it resulted in longer stays and harsher treatment so now she did her best to play along.

"That's what I like to hear." The evil creature actually patted her on the head! Cinderella was so furious she almost forgot to be ashamed of her nakedness and the degrading way she had just been abused. When Angie turned to get something from the back of the room she stuck her tongue out at her back, taking some small pleasure in that tiny act of defiance.

But when the Agent returned with what she had fetched Cinderella's heart sank again. There was that hateful pink leather leash, studded with garish stones, and more besides.

"If we're going out I need to know that you will behave yourself." Angie's tone was soft, almost gentle, like she was speaking to a frightened child, and Cinderella felt an overwhelming shame over the fact that it actually comforted her. Her cheeks burned red and she felt tears sting her eyes, but she still tilted her head to the side to make it easier for her mistress to fasten the leash and collar around her neck. Even when she reached down to squeeze one of Cinderella's exposed breasts she felt grateful that she did it so gently, and hated herself for it.

"You also need to look your best, like a proper little princess." She held up... Well, to call it a dress would be an insult to all other dresses. The material was thinner than the lightest silk and held a lovely shade of blue, but that was all that was attractive about it. There was barely enough of it for a pair of gloves, yet it had been stretched to both bodice and skirt - again using the words very loosely. The skirt was short enough that she suspected it would barely cover her backside and the bodice was cut precariously low both in front and back.

"Put it on now. Don't keep me waiting." The Agent's voice had a slight edge of impatience that Cinderella had learned to fear.

"Yes mistress." She swallowed, her shame a thick lump in her throat. It was hard putting the garment on while Angie held her leash, but asking to be released was unthinkable.

Once she was dressed she felt more exposed than when she had been naked. The neckline was so low that her breasts were completely bare, and the hemline of the skirt so high that she felt the air move against her privates, let alone that the slightest breeze, or indeed the smallest step she took, would make it flutter and rise to expose her to anyone who cared to look.

But Angie seemed very pleased. "So very pretty, just like a proper princess." She brushed the back of her hand against Cinderella's cheek, then down over her collarbone and exposed breast, causing her to shiver. Had she been asked she couldn't truthfully have said if it was disgust or pleasure.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Angie produced a box with a ribbon around it, handing it to Cinderella. "I know how much you love shoes so I got you a special pair."

The box was so heavy she almost dropped it; so heavy in fact that she had to set it down on the floor to open it. She realized what kneeling would do to her hemline so she did her best to keep her back straight, with the result that she stuck out her naked chest instead. Still, at least that gave her a choice and awful as it was she preferred exposing her breasts to displaying her privates like a dog in heat.

The box opened easily and inside it she found a pair of glass shoes, though these were nothing like the light, perfect slippers she had worn to the ball so many years ago. (So many years, yet neither of them had aged noticeably. Another aspect of the Agent's powers, she assumed, but she had never asked, fearing that the gift would be taken away if she questioned it.) These were thick and chunky, with soles at least six fingers thick, shaped vaguely into the form of a high-heeled shoe, secured by leather straps wound around them and held in place by thick silver buckles. She looked a question to Angie who just nodded encouragement.

She realized she probably wouldn't be able to rise to her feet if she put them on sitting down - at least not without assistance, and she knew better than to expect any from Angie - so she placed the shoes in front of her and gingerly placed her right foot into the cage of straps on top of the chunk of glass. It was awkward tightening the buckles while bending down, no less so since she knew it pulled up the hem of her dress, but it was the only way she could do it. Once she trusted the straps she very carefully put her weight on the foot in the shoe, knowing that if she fell it could very well mean a broken ankle.

She kept her balance long enough to get her left foot in place, but the restrictions the straps put on her right meant she had to bend at the waist to fasten the left. She blushed furiously when Angie stepped in behind her and... purred. Even though she wanted to cover up as quickly as possible, at least to the extent her humiliating outfit would allow, she made sure the straps were tight and the buckles secure before she tried to rise.

When she did she found that the shoes, though restrictive, were unexpectedly comfortable, but when she tried to take a step she nearly fell over from how heavy they were. She had to strain to lift her feet; walking any distance further than a few hundred steps would be nearly impossible.

"You look good like that. They give you... royal bearing."

Cinderella knew exactly what the shoes, if you could call them that, were doing to her posture. The high heels forced her to stick out her posterior and chest, emphasizing the revealing nature of her clothes. That should have made her blush again but for some reason she felt she had moved beyond that, at least for the moment.

While she practiced walking the Agent put on a short, snug skirt that matched her jacket and showed off her behind in a very flattering way, if you liked being practically naked. It was also tight enough to show a bulge in the front which seemed to please her since she adjusted the garment to emphasize it.

Cinderella couldn't understand how the Agent could be so proud to be a freak. If she had had something like that between her legs she would have hidden away from the world as best she could, but Angie seemed to revel in her deformity.

"You want more already? Patience my little princess. We'll get there." Angie must have caught her staring at the bulge and when Cinderella tried to deny it, stammering and fumbling for words she just laughed. "I do love it when you blush. It makes you look so fuckable."

Cinderella hung her head in shame, her previous comfort completely evaporated. Suddenly she couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing her like this, not even Angie who had seen her in far worse situations, or especially not her.

"Oh, just two more things. You'll need a crown so everyone knows to show deference. I have just the thing here somewhere..." While she was talking she had put on shoes herself, a pair of simple black ones with just enough sole and heels to make them about the same height - when they were both barefoot Angie was at least six inches taller, but Cinderella's shoes were adding a prodigious amount to her height. Now she strode off to the back of the room, rooting through boxes with various items in them, items Cinderella was sure she didn't want to know about.

When she returned she held up a tiara that would have been tacky even if it hadn't spelled out "SLUT" in obviously fake pink gemstones. This she placed in Cinderella's hair before taking a step back to admire her handiwork. She pursed her lips, presumably considering whether the outfit was humiliating enough. "Turn around, let me see. Yes, very nice, but there's something..." Suddenly she snapped her fingers and Cinderella's heart sank as her mistress must have come up with some new way to degrade her. One more trip to the boxes and she returned with an item that caused Cinderella to cringe.

"If you're going to have your ass on display like that it's quite possible I'll want to fuck it and in that case I want you to be ready without delay. C'mon, put it in."

The item was what Angie called a butt-plug, a word Cinderella wished she had never had to learn. This one was modestly sized and pink, with a fake but very large and glittery gem the only thing that would be visible once it was inserted.. She raised her hand to accept it, but her fingers shook so badly she dropped it. As she hunkered down and fumbled to pick it up from the floor she pleaded, her voice shaking as badly as her fingers.

"Is... is this truly necessary? Can you not -"

Angie's voice was still light and playful, but there was a note of warning in it, a hint of steel.

"Are you saying you don't want to do what I'm asking?"

Cinderella froze, her fingers just about to close on the errant toy.

"N-no mistress, I... No, not at all, I just..."

"You just... what? Tell me, little princess. Speak plainly. I will not punish you for it. I promise."

This was a rare favor, one Cinderella had received less than a handful of times before. Still she hesitated before speaking.

"I... I don't like it when you make me do... things... there. It's filthy and it makes me... ashamed."

She hung her head, still bent low, her fingers half-curled around the pink plug.

"And did you think your pleading would make me change my mind?" Angie's voice still held that same note of warning, but she had promised. She kept her promises.

"I didn't... I didn't think, mistress. I just... I didn't..."

"Hush. That's enough." She reached her hand out and Cinderella took it allowing herself to be raised up again, her other hand reflexively closing around the toy. With surprisingly gentle fingers the Agent brushed a tear from Cinderella's cheek.

"Knowing that I understand and accept your discomfort at this request, if I repeat it, will you do what I ask?"

Cinderella hesitated, then nodded. "Y-yes mistress."

"And why is that? Why will you do this thing you hate, this thing that disgusts you and humiliates you and makes you feel filthy?" Her hands were still caressing Cinderella's face, stroking her neck and hair so softly, so gently, so... lovingly.

"Because that is our bargain." Cinderella's voice was small and resigned, her shoulders slumped.

"That's right. Our bargain is that you get to live in your castle with your prince and your servants and your adoring subjects, but when I ask you here - and I don't do that very often, do I? - when I ask you here, you do what I tell you to do."

Her hands were straying from Cinderella's face now, caressing her bare shoulders, her arms, her naked breasts.

"Do you wish to end that bargain? Do you want to go back to being a servant to your step-mother and your step-sisters with no other company but mice and birds?"

One hand softly squeezing her breast now, the other caressing her hip, as her voice became more gentle, softer, soothing.

"N-no. No, I do not."

"You want to keep our bargain as it is? With you giving me a few short visits a year in exchange for being happy ever after?"

Her hand moving from Cinderella's hip in between her legs, softly stroking the princess' most delicate parts.

"Y-yes. Yes, I want to keep our bargain."

She still hung her head, yet she felt herself respond to Angie's gentle touch.

"Good. I'm glad. I do so enjoy having you come to me here."

Her fingers more insistent though still gentle, teasing a soft moan from Cinderella's lips.

"And it's not all bad, is it? You do take some enjoyment from our little games, do you not?"

Cinderella blushed, but she had to nod. "Yes." Her voice was nearly audible, but when Angie pushed a finger inside her she gasped. "Yes!"

"That's good. You should learn to enjoy them even more. That would make things easier, wouldn't it?"

Her finger moving slowly in and out, moving up to circle the princess' most sensitive spot, then returning inside.

"Y-yes. I... I will try."

"Good. That's good. So you will wear this for me now? And do your best to find pleasure in it?"

Still slowly moving her finger in and out, Angie closed her other hand over Cinderella's, closing her finger's around the pink butt-plug.

"Yes! Y-yes, I will... I will do m-my best."

"I'm glad. Do it now."

Angie's hand guided Cinderella's in behind her as her fingers continued their dance in and around her sex. When the tip touched her entrance she hesitated, but a deft touch from her mistress' fingers made her gasp again and she obeyed, slowly pushing the hated thing inside her.

It took several minutes but Angie showed patience and the teasing touches of her fingers egged her on. In the end she was grateful to have been given a second chance, even as she was ashamed of her gratitude. She was confused and excited and ashamed and relieved and couldn't keep any of those emotions straight for more than a second. It was all a whirl but when Angie didn't remove her hand as she had thought she would - bringing her to the edge of release and leaving her there was one of Angie's more common tricks - but instead kept using them so skillfully, bringing her such intense pleasure that her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if the other woman hadn't had her arm around her waist and steadied her even as she continued to use her fingers on, inside, Cinderella's most private place; as that happened all she could feel was gratitude.

When she could think again, still clinging to Angie's arm, she whispered "Thank you".

Angie pulled her face close to hers and kissed her on the lips, softly, gently, lovingly. This had never happened before. She had sometimes used her mouth on Cinderella's body, but never kissed her. She was overwhelmed by a deep, strong emotion that she couldn't name, wouldn't name. When the Agent drew her fingers up Cinderella's body, still wet with the juices from her sex, she didn't shiver in distaste as she would have in the past, and when those fingers found her lips she parted them willingly, meeting her mistress' gaze as she tasted herself. Her head was still swirling with conflicting emotions, but she no longer tried to resist.

When Angie released her and swept away to fetch her handbag, Cinderella straightened her clothes. She still felt shame over being on display like this, but she no longer felt fear at her exposure. She knew her mistress would treat her well as long as she obeyed, and that was enough. When Angie took her leash and lead her towards the door out of the office she was nervous of what would happen outside, but whatever it was, whatever humiliation or degradation she would be put through, she knew that her mistress would let no true harm come to her because now she understood that however strangely she showed it, her mistress loved her.

Her mistress loved her, and she loved her mistress. That was all that truly mattered now.