Rescuing Cinderella Ch. 2

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. One has already been written and I am sure you can figure out which one.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.

Rescuing Cinderella

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 2

When Hugh went to sleep, he had a plan for tomorrow, unfortunately three different computer projects went awry and he spent the next two days fixing everything and getting things back on track. In between crises he spent time researching the house across the forest.

The house was purchased and built by a man named Albert O'Donald and his wife Laura. Twenty years ago, they had a daughter named Scarlett, ten years later the couple divorced. Laura married a man from India and moved there leaving Scarlett with her father. Two years later Albert remarried to a woman named Agnes and she brought with her two daughters Olga and Helga. A year after the marriage Albert died suddenly and that left Agnes plus the three girls.

Hugh felt as if he now knew who the four women were, but why was Scarlett being treated as if she were an indentured servant? He knew there was still a lot to uncover and as soon as he had some time, he would begin to find out what was going on. Suddenly some things came together at work and he had an afternoon off, now is the time to see Scarlett.

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At that very moment Scarlett was in the basement, which really looked like a dungeon. She was manacled to an X-frame with her front naked and exposed to the torment, while Olga and Helga took turns whipping her with Cat-O-Nine-Tails. She kept her mind divorced from what was happening to her body and this was her only way to survive the constant abuse. Two days ago, the handsome man on the white horse, gave her a new fantasy to keep her mind occupied.

He was ruggedly handsome with layers of muscles layered on top of more muscles over his shirtless form. His arms and legs were likewise pumped-up leaving only his tight washboard six-pack. His face was just as hard and rugged as his body and she could tell he was used to getting his way. However, when she saw his eyes, she knew that he had a heart of gold. The way he looked at her sent shivers down her body.

His eyes poured lusty passion into her heart. She could tell he wanted her and he wanted to take her places she had only dreamed of. If it was possible she had fallen in love with him the minute she looked into his eyes. The idea of him taking her away from this life gave her hope and allowed her to dream of what it would be like to be with someone that cared and cherished you. Hope made her constant abuse even worse but she hung on to her fantasies.

Agnes burst into the dungeon and the whipping was paused while Agnes surveyed what was going on. She strode forward and took the whip out of Olga's hand then bellowed, "Don't you know how to whip Cinderella. She needs to squeal like this." Agnes gave a vicious whip that wrapped around Scarlett's tiny waist twice.

Scarlett was wrenched out of her dreams and screamed as the pain took over everything. Agnes was really good with the whip and Hugh vanished from her mind as the pain of her torment increased. A day didn't go by that the sisters of their mother would punish her because of made up infractions or really just because they wanted to. Scarlett truly felt like they were jealous of her beauty and worked to tear her down. Still, she didn't want to show them any pain or desperation and she her stoic face until Agnes took over.

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Hugh drove up to the cottage and noticed how run down the place was. It needed a lot of work and his investigations had shown that since Albert's death their families finances had been declining. The shape of the house confirmed a lot of what he had found and may give him an option.

He rang the doorbell and Ogle answered the bell. Her eyebrows raised as she saw this hunky man at the door before she asked, "Can I help you?"

Hugh smiled and said, "Hi I live of the other side of the village and I'm looking for a housekeeper. Some of the people in town said that you may have one that you can loan to me for a few days. I can pay, just tell me how much."

Olga gulped and said, "Wait for a moment." Then she closed the door in his face and ran to find Agnes.

Hugh knew that if they said yes, the price would be exorbitant and expected that. When Agnes appeared she confirmed his thoughts, "Yes sir, we do have a housekeeper and we can loan her to you for a couple of days, but that's all. Her price would be one thousand a day."

That price was even higher than he thought, but it was his chance to get Scarlett away from her torment, find out what was going on and find out how he really feels about her, "Well, that is a pretty high price, are you sure you can't go any lower?"

Agnes knew she had him, 'Nope, that is as low as we can go."

Hugh said, "Okay when can I pick her up. Would an hour work?"

Agnes looked at him thinking he was really desperate and answered, "Sure but that is another thousand for today."

Hugh scowled and said, "Okay I will pick her up in an hour."

He went to pick up some extra groceries and feminine care products that he knew of and came back to the house precisely in one hour's time. When he knocked on the door Agnes and Scarlett greeted him. Agnes had a hungry look and had changed into a more upscale dress as she reached for the money. Scarlett looked hopefully into his eyes and she was dressed in a worn ragged sundress, but even in that awful dress she was stunningly beautiful. As Agnes grabbed the money she pushed her out the door. As they turned to leave Agnes yelled, "Don't give him any trouble Cinderella or you'll regret it."

Hugh was a southern gentleman and gently guided Scarlett over to the car, opened the door for her and ushered her in. When he got in on the driver's side, he turned to look at her. Up close she was even more stunning than he remembered and he stared at her for almost a full minute before he said, "You really aren't going to clean or anything, this is just a ruse to get you away from them."

Scarlett stared back at the gorgeously handsome hunk sitting next to her and hope blossomed in her heart. Her mind was in a whirl, is it possible that he could be rescuing her from this life of misery? Oh, she hoped so, but she really knew nothing about him and she could be going from the frying pan to the fire, but damn what a handsome fire.

"By the way I'm Hugh and I am assuming you are Scarlett, but why did they call you Cinderella?"

Scarlett blushed but answered, "The whole stepmother and stepsister thing reminded them of the Cinderella story, but after the first time I cleaned the fireplace and came away covered in ash, they laughed and began calling me that."

She gulped and asked the question she was dreading, "Why are you doing this, what do you want from me. I am a virgin, are you wanting to have sex with me?" Scarlett knew she was beautiful and when she went to school, she always had men making passes at her and some were very aggressive. She hoped that was not his intention, although from the minute she saw him in the forest, she had been having erotic dreams about him making love to her. She was technically a virgin but her stepsisters had used sex toys to penetrate her long ago.

Hugh started the car and honestly said, "I'm not sure. Scarlett, when I saw you in the woods I was awestruck by your beauty and ability to endure your stepsister's abuse. I just knew I had to get you away from there and help you, but I haven't thought of or planned a future. I think that is mostly going to be up to you, but I'm here to help you and making love to you is not my intention."

Hugh began driving all while Scarlett watched him with wary interest. This could be the answer to all her prayers or a nightmare. But she knew he wanted her body and he wanted to make love to her, because she could see the fiery passion lurking in his eyes. Scarlett knew he wanted her but she wanted him as well. If his manors were any indication, she wanted him to be her first lover, but she would make him prove himself.

The drive was quick and short and didn't give her time to panic. While she was excited by this man, she was also scared because she had know idea what her future held. She looked down at her trashy dress and wished she had something better to wear. Her mind was in a spin with a fear of her future while desire for passionate love and a yearning for freedom offered in his eyes.

Her mind cleared as they pulled to a stop in front of the largest mansion she had ever seen. It was huge, modern and beautiful, and she was overwhelmed. As she stared at the mansion Hugh opened her door and when she didn't get out he scooped her out of the car.

As Hugh picked her up and cradled her in his arms, much of her damaged skin was exposed as her dress shifted. He was disgusted by what her gender could do to such a beautiful, delicate creature. Up close she was even more beautiful and delicate than he first thought. She couldn't have been more than 5'1" and weighed more than 90 pounds. He surveyed the damage with the beginnings of bruises on her face, a cut lip and it looked like some of her beautiful hair might havr been ripped out. From her neck to her knees, she had rope burns, cuts and welts. The ends of the rope had been used to whip her breasts and legs, and this had torn her soft skin.

As he surveyed the recent damage to her skin and body, he also noticed scars going back many years. He guessed she had been under their control for at least four and most likely closer to six years. She must have used her spectacular body to survive, but it had taken a heavy toll. He sighed gratefully when he didn't find much more damage.

"You... You came and saved me like I prayed you would."

"Yes," he replied. "I couldn't leave you in the hands of those, those women. You, my dear, deserve a much better life."

She looked at him with her survival instincts kicking in. She truly didn't know what the transaction between him and Agnes was. They mentioned housecleaning, but had Agnes really sold her to him as a sex slave, something she had threatened many times. Had she sold him as a virgin, so that he could take her virginity. He couldn't be paying for her to clean his house, really a big stack of cash for housecleaning. An innocence yet wary look appeared in her eyes as she bluntly asked, "Are you going to fuck me?"

Hugh looked surprised at her candor and gently said, "No, I'm going to take care of you."

"You don't want to fuck me?" She looked incredulous, surprised, squirming in his arms thrusting her breasts towards his face, trying to present her best asset to his roaming eyes. Life had taught her that if he didn't like her body she was in real trouble. Her body is the only thing anyone wanted and if he didn't want that, what could he possibly want with her? "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"My sweet, gorgeous woman," He replied honestly, "You are one of the most captivatingly, beautiful women I have seen in a long time. If we ever did go to bed, we would make love and I would not ever use you for a quick fuck."

Her eyes looked confused and she stared into his eyes as she innocently asked, "You don't want to fuck me, but you do want to make love to me. What is the difference?" He was talking to her like he was from one of those romance novels she read, but those were fiction.

"Here we are!" Hugh said as he kicked the door open to his house, "We'll go up to my room now."

He walked through the entry area, living room and she could see the huge outdoor deck, massive kitchen and everything was gorgeously appointed. Her eyes were studying his face trying to figure him out, but even so she lay trustingly in his arms. Her whole demeanor was that of innocent trust and as he exited the living room and entered a massive bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around his neck snuggling into his shoulder. He laid her on his large bedroom bed. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Scarlett I see lots of wounds and scars from your abuse and I have first aid training. If you will let me, I would like to attend to your wounds, but I must remove your dress. Would that be, okay?"

Scarlett had never had anyone ask her permission to strip her naked, they always just stripped her and usually beat her. She looked in his eyes trying to find any deception but only saw a gentle kindness. At first was afraid that this was just a ploy to get her naked and take advantage of her but if he was lying, he did it very well and she couldn't identify any deceit, so she nodded her head up and down.

Hugh began lifting her sundress up her legs, over her hips, above her taut abs, tiny waist and ribs, before he uncovered her pendulous breasts pulling it over her head. Hugh's were bugging out as every part of her fabulous body was revealed. He ogled her desirously before letting out a whistle and uttering, "Scarlett you have a stunningly beautiful figure, with every part of you in perfect proportion to every other feature and it all combines into what the perfect woman should be like. What those girls did to you is a crime against nature."

Hugh leaned over and gently kissed her cheek before whispering. "Thank you for entrusting your heart and body into my care. It's an honor I will treasure forever." Scarlett had never had anyone describe her thusly or felt honored to take care of her and her eyes filled with tears of joy. This man was either the dream lover she had always prayed for or the greatest con man she had ever seen.

Hugh began searching her legs, then stomach, breasts and face for injuries before muttering, "I can't believe they did this to you. While I'm working on your wounds, please tell me how you became abused and tortured by your stepsisters and stepmother."

She calmed as she looked into his eyes and saw the truth in his eyes. Her mind was spinning, who was this guy and what did he want from her. She knew there was a price to pay for everything, she just didn't know what his price was yet.

He shook his head. "Lie on the bed and while I get some medical supplies to take care of you. I need to know if you need a doctor. Are you having any trouble breathing or moving, other than the cuts and bruises, are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No, just the cuts, bruises, and I ache from their beating." Her mind was whirling, who was this guy? No one has ever treated her like this and he's living up to everything she had seen in his eyes, but she couldn't allow herself to believe. Hope is dangerous and she had to find out what this man was all about.

She paused and turned back to him. Her face had a quizzical look, with her eyes searching his face for any deception. Scarlett's brutal honestly resurfaced as she asked, "Why are you doing this? If you don't want to fuck me or hurt me, what do you want with me?"

Hugh gently cupped her face in his hand and looked into her eyes before whispering, "Out there in the forest our eyes connected. I felt your kind heart and beautiful soul but you were trapped in a downward spiral. I want you to live, love and feel the beauty inside you come alive. The way you're going you may not have your next birthday, so I want to give you a chance at life and happiness. I want to help you get well, see your next birthday and find a happy life, all with no strings attached."

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with emotion and for just a moment she felt hope bloom in her chest. Her survival instincts quickly kicked in, rapidly crushing the hope and hardened her heart again, but her mind was still spinning with confusion.

Scarlett was bordering on running. As kind as he was to her, she knew a price was to be paid. However, she wanted to find out what he was all about. So, with a glimmer of hope in her chest she said, "Yes, I don't like being alone, so please help me. Just don't hurt me."

He looked into those luminous eyes and knew she was scared. He knew she would run, even if she didn't want to. She didn't trust herself and needed someone to control her. She was the ultimate natural submissive, but if she didn't find the right dominant, she would soon be dead.

"Yes, my sweet girl, I will be with you tonight. So please lie still on the bed."

She turned her over on her back of the bed and laid down face up spread-eagle.

Hugh left the bedroom and headed to his bathroom to gather his med kit. When he reached the bedroom with his kit he stopped and stared. This woman could be anything she wanted. She had the facial photographic beauty of a model. She had the large perfect breasts, tiny waist and slim hips of the Barbie doll figure that could make her a movie star plus the sexual alure of a pornstar. He felt his cock stiffen as he watched her squirm on the bed. He promised her he was not going to fuck her and he had to get himself under control, but damn she did things to him and he wanted to give her the kind of bliss she deserved.

He gathered his control and came in with the med kit. He sat on the bed and, starting at her feet and working towards her face, he began to take care of her as best he could. Despite the abuse her skin was still silky soft and he tried to be gentle as he took care of her. His hands shook as he touched her and his eyes wandered to the myriads of beautiful, sexy, sensuous, spicy and intensely lustful areas her figure contained.

Scarlett watched as he carefully doctored all her wounds, and she noticed his hands shaking as he came close to her sensitive and sexual areas. She knew that he was very attracted to her, and he wanted nothing more than to slowly, gently, and thoroughly make love to her. She had never had anyone cherish and respect her like he was doing. It was new to her and also very arousing. She watched with all the gentle touches igniting feeling she had only read about. She caught herself hoping and dreaming again, before she shut those feeling down. Hope is a dangerous feeling.

Hugh looked up for a second and asked, "Please tell me your story."

Scarlett sighed, resigned that he wanted her story, "For the first part of my life my family was idyllic with my mother and father doting on me. I felt like a princess, dressed like a princess and to be honest I was kinda spoiled. Then both parents had affairs, and they wound up getting divorced. My mother blamed part of the divorce on my beauty, she always felt ugly next to me and my father only paid attention to me."

"My mother married her lover and moved away. I was all my father had but our relationship began to wane. My father began to date and somehow decided that Agnes was the one. The minute they married Agnes laid down the law, that whatever went on before was gone and that included me. They fought over this for a year, but I was bullied by Olga and Helga and my father never stood up for me."

"Then my father died suddenly, and I suspected Agnes, but could never prove it. Everything became worse and the bulling turned into BDSM torture. They made me be their house servant and looked for any excuse to take me to the dungeon bind me and enjoy themselves by torturing me. I tried to escape several times, but they had the police bring me back and the beatings only got worse. That's about it until you saw us in the woods."

Hugh looked up from doctoring her ribs and asked, "Do you know why they started bulling you in the beginning?"

Scarlett stared at the ceiling for a second, "I've tried to find a reason but the only thing I could come up with was the same reason my mother left. My beauty and the way people fawned over me made them jealous or mad and had to punish me to make themselves feel better. All of this is supposition, and I really don't have an answer."

Hugh looked at her face etched in sorrow and thought that she may be on to a reason. Scarlett was world class beautiful and for those that weren't that jealousy could turn into all kinds of thing, including the torture they put her through.

When he finished doctoring all her wounds he stared longingly into her eyes, gently kissed her cheek, covered her with a soft blanket and began walking out of the room. He stopped at the threshold of the room and softly said, "Have a good night, Scarlett and sleep tight. If you need anything just call, I will be across the hall."

With that he turned out the lights and left. Scarlett lay in the dark, on the bed and her mind began to spin. Her day had started out with the usual abuse and wound up in a richly appointed house with a kind and gentle man. She remembered the demanding look in his eyes when they connected in the forest, and she felt his dominate side. But something inside her told her that she could trust and maybe even fall in love with this man.

It was then that she realized she was totally immersed in love, passion and the hope that Hugh offered her. She had forgotten to keep her heart hardened and away from him, and now her heart, mind and even her body ached for his touch, his caress and even his love. She could see it in his eyes that he desired her, but he wanted her to become, what did he want her to become.