Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo
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				Title: <strong>Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 14:34:49</strong>
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				Ella sighed softly as the carriage rolled along toward her home. Her Stepfather had sent her away to boarding school and now he was calling her home for her 18th birthday. She couldn't imagine why he cared that she had turned 18. If her birthday had been important to him in some way, would he had called her home <em>before</em> it to celebrate it with the family? Not that she really thought her stepbrothers would want to celebrate it either. As their little sister, and only a stepsister at that, she was little more than an annoyance to them. Or at least that was how it had seemed to her when she'd been sent away for school at 10. Who knew, perhaps things had changed. After all she'd only been home on winter and summer holidays since going to school, perhaps they cared more than she knew.<br><br>As the carriage bounced and rolled on the packed earth road she let her mind drift back to school, her friends and teachers. It was really more her home than her home. Without her Mother, Home had become just a word to her. A young girl in a house full of men, her Mother's death had left her very alone. Her stepbrothers had been older than her and hadn't wanted a little sister underfoot while her stepfather had had business affairs to deal with and hadn't had time to waste in dealing with a young girl. So she'd been sent away and had found a new home and family. Many of the girls had had similar tales while others had simply had parents who hadn't wanted to hire a governess and tutors and had sent them to the school. The teachers had been stern but kind and the girls had never lacked for companionship or help when it was needed.<br><br>Still she'd missed her mother terribly the first few years. Gradually though that pain had eased and she had learned and grown until she was a lovely, well-educated young woman. With the inheritance left to her on her Mother's death she would certainly be easy enough to marry off, allowing her stepfather to unburden himself from her care after all these years. As she thought that she suddenly realized why he must have called her home. No doubt he had someone in mind and was planning to marry her off now that she was of age!<br><br>Sighing softly as the carriage finally came to a stop she waited and when the footman opened the door for her she stepped, her eyes blinking in the sudden glare of sunlight and as she looked to see if anyone there to greet her.<br>(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/period1.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mojo</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 10:57:58</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2779355430_f68dc5343f.jpg)<br><br>It was the rumble of wheels on the cobble that stirred Clive Grimwade.&nbsp; His natural inclination was to go back to sleep on his hands, on the kitchen table, beside the empty bottles of ale.&nbsp; But he heard footsteps outside that echoed through the oak door, and the sound of a footman unloading cases.&nbsp; He wanted to go back to sleep because his head was pounding and his eyes were heavy, but he didn't.&nbsp; The sun was streaking through the window and he realised that it was morning.&nbsp; Early morning.&nbsp; Who would be calling at THIS time of the day?<br><br>There was a knock at the door which made him jump and he lumbered, heavily, from his seat towards it.&nbsp; He grabbed his hat and straightened his attire.&nbsp; His boots clonked on the wooden floor.<br><br>He opened the door to bright light and a footman laden with cases.&nbsp; "Good morning, Sir," said the footman.&nbsp; Behind him appeared a young woman whose natural beauty was captivating.<br>"What do you want?" he said to the footman, but looking at the girl.<br>"Cinderella," relied the footman.&nbsp; Clive's brain was still diluted with alcohol and nothing computed. "Cinderella Grimwade," said the footman.<br><br>Then Clive remembered.&nbsp; She had travelled through the night from boarding school, on his insistence.&nbsp; He had forgotten that the dirty scrubber was coming home.&nbsp; And he was confused.&nbsp; He hadn't seen Cinderella since he packed her off to boarding school years ago.&nbsp; It was good riddance then - but not now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now she had turned into something exquisite.&nbsp; Maybe she would be exquisite enough to entice the Prince into marrying her and paying off the debts that had so unfortunately begun to mount - through no fault of his own, of course. It wasn't his fault that he had a thirst for fine ale and loose women and gambling.&nbsp; <br><br>"You had better come in," he said to his Stepdaughter.<br><br>The footman unloaded the cases in the hallway and waited for payment.&nbsp; But the money that Clive had set aside for the fare had been drunk away.&nbsp; His head pounded and he sheltered the morning light from his eyes.&nbsp; "Sort the man out!" he barked at Cinderella.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 12:25:38</strong>
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				She wasn't surprised that no one was waiting for her. Her original assessment of why she'd been called home reinforced by her Stepfather's gruff answering of the door. The footman had had to explain why they were there and she was there at his insistance! She fought the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation simply because he was staring at her, and her teachers had taught her better manners. She didn't like the way he looked at her though, there was something on his face, in his eyes, that was semi-predatory, as if he was making plans for her now that he could see her.<br><br><em>"Sort the man out!"</em><br><br>Ella didn't even flinch at the barking of her stepfather. He'd liked to drink heavily while her mother was alive and it looked like that hadn't changed, in fact had gotten worse, while she was at school It made her glad her Inheritance was in a trust and that he couldn't get at it. Now that she was 18 she got an allowance from it an would receive full control of it when she was 21, unless she married in which case it would revert to her husband upon her marriage. Finding her reticule in the stack of trunks and parcels she opened it and pulled out the coins that would pay the hired footman as well as a bit extra to cover having to deal with her family. They really should charge double just for putting up with her drunk of a Stepfather.<br><br>Seeing that the man was unlikely to be any help to her she grabbed as many of her things as she could, having to leave her two large trunks because she simply couldn't lift them and followed him up to her old room. Nothing in it had changed and it was still the room of a small girl. Even her toys were still here! It's one saving grace was that her mother had just gotten her an adult bed before she had passed away so at least Ella would have something to sleep on. No doubt the linens would need to be beaten out, to make sure there were no bugs in them, but it would be serviceable.<br><br>Putting down her things she turned her attention to the Stepfather that smelled like an alehouse, "So, may I ask what was important you had me brought back on such short notice?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mojo</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 12:52:50</strong>
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				Clive hardly heard what his stepdaughter asked.&nbsp; He was too busy oggling her round ass and her breasts that ached to be released from her clothes.&nbsp; She was so much better than the whores he'd become accustomed to and he wondered how well his cock would fit inside her mouth.&nbsp; But after a time he brought himself to reply. "It's about time you started paying your way...helping out your Stepfather and your brothers."&nbsp; Ella looked at him, dispassionately, and he became irritated by her lack of response.&nbsp; "I know how much money you've got," he continued, stepping closer to her, "And you've got a duty to start paying."<br><br>Ella stepped back from the cloud of ale-soaked breath that he ommitted and started to look for a way out of the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was then that Peter stepped in.&nbsp; Clive's oldest son had grown older in the years since Ella had last seen him yet he hadn't grown any more handsome.&nbsp; His face was thin and gristly, like old leather shoe, and his eyes were never still.&nbsp; He was always sly.&nbsp; "What do we have here?" he said, admiring the same curves that his father had been admiring.&nbsp; <br>"Your sister," barked Clive.<br>"Our old scrubber?" said Peter. <br>"She'll start scrubbing if she doesn't pay up," said Clive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 13:49:38</strong>
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				<em>"She'll start scrubbing if she doesn't pay up," said Clive. </em><br><br>Ella looked at both men and it was clear she felt nothing but contempt for either of them. Peter was looking at her like she was something to eat and so was Clive. She on the other hand was looking for a way past them and back out of the house. Her allowance wasn't enough to pay for school itself but she could petition the executor of her Inheritance to have it covered and she didn't see him turning her down, after all she'd never asked for anything from her Inheritance before.<br><br>"I'll neither scrub nor pay you. If you've been so loose with your own money, and the money that came to you on my mother's death that is your problem. Find rich wives for your sons and burn through their Inheritance. Since I expect no help from you on procuring a suitable matrimonial match for myself I'll keep my money and quietly live my years out in spinsterhood."<br><br>Her voice as she spoke was cold, uncaring, and unafraid of these men. Oh they were larger than her and there were numerous ways they could hurt her but they couldn't lay finger one on her money without either her signature or by marrying her off and then needing her husbands signature. Her mother had wanted to ensure she was taken care of and had seen the light about her husband before her death. She'd guaranteed that if Ella died with no child of her own, the money that would have been Ella's...went to the Church.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mojo</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 08:57:58</strong>
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				Her attitude angered Clive.&nbsp; "You're just like your prissy mother!" he shouted.&nbsp; And then regretted it, holding his head as the hangover reverberated around his skull.&nbsp; "This household needs money and if you aren't going to give it to us you'll have to find some other way of bringing it in," he said.<br>"She'll have to earn it," said Peter with a sly smile.&nbsp; "I know a few ways she can earn some money." He looked her up and down and then rubbed his hands.<br>"Leave it with me, Dad."<br><br>Clive shuffled out of the room like a wounded bear: sore-headed and sensitive.&nbsp; He didn't trust his son any more than Ella did, but he needed the money.&nbsp; He owed lots of people lots of money.<br><br>Ella glared at Peter as they stood together in the room.&nbsp; He looked at her briefly and then his eyes, always on the move, settled somewhere else before he started speaking.&nbsp; "I've got a friend who's looking for a wench like you to take care of some domestic duties. He's paying good money.&nbsp; But there is a problem."&nbsp; His eyes flicked back to Ella for a second and then spun off somewhere else. "You'll have to do me a favour before I put you in touch with him."<br>"What favour?" asked Ella, despising her step-brother even more than she used to.<br>"Follow me," he replied, walking outside towards the stable block. "We need somewhere private...where we're not going to be disturbed.&nbsp; And then you can put your mouth to proper use."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted Tales: Cinderella...closed for Mojo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 23:48:03</strong>
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				<em>"We need somewhere private...where we're not going to be disturbed.&nbsp; And then you can put your mouth to proper use."</em><br><br>Ella simply glared at Peter and stood her ground, "I'm not going anywhere with you. Unlike your father <em>I</em> haven't blown through the money my mother left to me. I can well afford to simply go back to school and be free of the lot of you!"<br><br>Spinning on her heel she picked up the few items she'd brought up the stairs with her, gathered them in her arms and shoved past her stepbrother. She'd be damned if she was going to stay in this house! She'd go back to the city, speak with her mother's solicitor and arrange payment for her schooling for the next three years. When she came into full control of her inheritance, at 21, she'd purchase a nice townhouse in the city and still have enough money to live comfortably so long as she was also frugal. <br><br>Storming down the stairs she flung open the front door to the manor only to be caught up short by a Royal Messenger about to knock. She wasn't sure who looked more surprised, herself or him.<br><br>"Madam, is your Mother in residence, I come with an invitation for the young Ladies of this household to a ball, two nights hence, for his Royal Highness," the young man said, his voice confident and warm, naturally charming.<br><br>"My apologies Sir, but my Mother has passed on and I am on my way out to hire a coach to return to school. I can leave the invitation with my Stepfather however, surely the Kingdom's men are not to be excluded from a ball, who would the young ladies dance with after all?!" she said with a soft laugh and a slight smile, though there was still stress around her eyes.<br><br>"No indeed Madam, they are invited as well. The invitation is for the ladies in particular because the Prince will choose a bride the night of the ball."<br><br>"Will he, well much luck to him on that," she said with a laugh before placing the invitation on the mail tray by the door and stepping out it to head down the lane and from there she planned to head to town and hire a coach. An invitation to a ball didn't change her plans in the least. She was going back to school and washing her hands of the men in her "family".
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