LAKEWOOD'S COSTUME SHOP I: TRACY'S CINDERELLA STORY by Joe Doe Tracy was thrilled to have been selected yet again to play Cinderella in the town's annual Halloween parade. Her ball gown was beautiful, and she could hardly wait to try it on. The choice of Tracy as the town's princess was totally appropriate. As the biggest land owner in the county, who better to ride in the glass carriage and give the town the royal wave than Tracy? The fact that she had defeated Lucy (Mr. Chambers' lovely upstart of a niece) for the crown, made the victory all the sweeter. After all, he was her nouveau riche neighbor, whose dogs were always digging under the wall and pooping all over her manicured lawn. And he had had the audacity to call Tracy "spoiled" and tell everyone "that she needed a damn good hiding!" And, as well, he had hired John, the drunken pig of a stable hand, who was always leering at Tracy...and looking where he had no business looking. Tracy had caught him twice, trespassing on her estate and trying to peep into her windows while her maid, Dora, undressed her for bed. Dora (or "Dumb Dora" as Tracy called her) always seemed to forget to close the drapes before undressing Tracy or helping her ladyship out of the bath. Tracy screamed at her, but she just responded with a giggle, almost as if she was doing it on purpose. Tracy had John jailed, of course, but the sentences were brief, and, as soon as he was released, Chambers hired him back. Far from teaching him a well-deserved lesson about respect for his betters, the jail time seemed to make John more surly and contemptuous of Tracy. ****************************** Tracy tapped her foot. Her friends from America, Natalie and Holly, were supposed to join her there at the Lakewood Costume Shop. They were portraying ladies of Cinderella's court, and Tracy had arranged beautiful gowns for them. Not as beautiful as Tracy's, of course. After all, Tracy WAS Cinderella. Tracy stared at the costume box like a little girl at Christmas. Deciding she could wait no longer, she hurried back to the dressing room. She closed the door, being careful to double lock it. Dora wasn't here to undress her, so she would have to take off her own shoes. How dreadfully common! Tracy opened up the box, eager to seize her well-earned prize… She looked at the contents in shock. Instead of a gown, she found nothing but a collection of black leather straps. She felt faint as, a moment later, the room dissolved in a blaze of purple lightning. ****************************** Tracy opened her eyes and focused on the beautiful glass carriage before her. "Why isn't she dressed?" an impatient voice asked. "The parade is going to start in a few minutes." Turning, Tracy found herself confronted by Mr. Chambers' niece, Lucy, and SHE was wearing the beautiful Cinderella gown. Tracy felt tipsy, and she struggled to get her bearings. She was standing in straw, in the stable they used for the parade preparation. Outside, Tracy could hear the noise of the gathering crowd. Despite her disorientation, Tracy was outraged. "How dare you...?" A familiar male voice cut her short. "Now, now, Tracy…" Tracy turned around to discover her smiling maid, Dumb Dora, standing next to the portly Mr. Chambers. "There's been a change in the program, Tracy," he said. But don't worry -– you've got a starring role. In fact, if I don't miss my guess, there will be more people looking at you then at my lovely Lucy." Even dazed as she was, the thought of upstaging Lucy tickled Tracy, and she giggled. Dora giggled with her. But why was Lucy smiling? "Dora will help you get you undressed," Chambers added. "No, don't dawdle, or John and I might have to come in and lend a hand...." Even disoriented, Tracy's hands flew to cover her chest. The idea! Mr. Chambers exited. The giggling Dora clapped her hands with glee and ran forward to unbutton her lady's blouse. Tracy didn't quite know what was happening, but she was still too dazed to resist. She listed aimlessly as the delighted Dora unbuttoned, and unzipped, and unsnapped, and generally made quick work of Tracy's clothes. Dora always was eager to get Tracy stripped off, but today her manner was excited and purposeful. And Tracy found it unsettling. ****************************** Tracy wasn't smiling, but the metal bridle that held the rubber bit in her mouth forced her to show her teeth and curve the corners of her mouth up in a way that almost made it appear that she was happy. She was, however, anything but. Except for the straps that held her to the carriage frame, Tracy was naked. "Dumb" Dora had seen to that. Dora had left her without a stitch, so that when John and the two other stable boys came into the barn to harness her to Cinderella's carriage, she was helpless to resist. In her still-dazed state, what was she to do? She certainly couldn't run into the street, naked as a jay. But her predicament quickly became worse than nudity. Her forearms and waist were strapped tightly to the beam used to pull the glass carriage. A maze of black straps bound her back, thighs, and waist in place. It was almost, she thought, as if she were a horse. Dumb Dora arranged Tracy's long blonde hair into a pony tail, then gave her a drink out of a sports bottle. It was difficult to drink, with the bit between her teeth, but Dora patted her cheek gently, and cooed, "good girl" even as the spittle dribbled out of Tracy's open mouth. Tracy's daze gradually wore off as she watched the stable hands deal with her friends, Natalie and Holly. The two American girls had, like Tracy, seemingly appeared out of nowhere and were too befuddled to resist as they too were stripped and harnessed. Tracy was fully awake now, but it hardly mattered. Harnessed as she was to the heavy carriage, it was impossible to move. She was acutely aware of the "saddle balm" the grinning stable boys had rubbed between her lovely thighs and over her pussy. As the minutes passed, her nipples became erect, and she found herself squeezing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to achieve release. The situation wasn't helped when Dumb Dora knelt before her, to give her most private regions "a little trim," as she called it. "I'm just going to cut back that golden fleece of yours so the men can see better," Dumb Dora explained as nonchalantly as if she were trimming a hedge. "After all, there's going to be quite a few older gentlemen watching your run today, and we don't want them straining their eyes, the poor dears!" "My, you are wet down here, aren't you. And that smell! A little fresh air and a nice breeze between your legs, that's just what you need to dry you out!" Tracy's harness bells jingled merrily as she recoiled at the thought. Didn't Dumb Dora realize that she was NAKED? "And a breeze she shall have!" Mr. Chambers said, in his authoritative, booming voice. Tracy strained against her bridle to see Mr. Chambers and John, both dressed as Cinderella's coachmen, enter the barn. She desperately tried to cover her bare breasts and pussy, but, with her arms strapped to the carriage frame, she was totally helpless to shield herself from their inspection. She felt herself turn crimson as the lecherous pair walked slowly around her, savoring her naked form. "Our little filly is in heat, is she?" Chambers wondered. "Anxious for a mount, perhaps? Well, I'm sure after we give her a good run, and John and the lads have her back in the stable, they can give our randy little mare a good dose of what she needs." Tracy fought to speak, but the bit between her teeth rendered her unintelligible. "It's quite simple, Tracy," Chambers said. "And, once I explained it, everyone in the town agreed. Cinderella was treated like an animal and then was magically transformed into a princess. You wanted to be Cinderella, but, since you were already a princess, and it was Halloween, we thought the reverse process would be more appropriate." "She told me she needs to go to the bathroom," Dora put in. "Did she now?" Mr. Chambers laughed. "Really, Tracy! Horses don't use bathrooms. They let loose in the street, with everyone watching. As I imagine you will, before the parade is over." Tracy's eyes bulged. Parade? Did he say PARADE! Tracy's heart raced as she watched John and Mr. Chambers make a big show of daintily helping the fair Lucy/Cinderella into the beautiful glass carriage. Then they turned back to Tracy, Natalie, and Holly and smiled as cruelly as they picked up their long carriage whips! Tracy could feel the bars at her side sink lower as John and the portly Mr. Chambers mounted the front of the carriage. She blushed anew as she realized that they were staring directly at her shapely, bare bottom, but, once again, the straps left her helpless to cover herself in any way. Tracy turned to Natalie and Holly as the smiling stable boys unbolted the stable doors. The three women were unable to do anything but exchange horrified, helpless glances as the doors swung open and the room flooded with light. The sunshine was blinding, and Tracy could see nothing at the end of the alley. But she could hear the cheers of the eager, anxious crowd.... Tracy's head jerked up as she felt Mr. Chambers jerk on her reins. "Giddy-up," he commanded. Tracy, Holly, and Natalie, conscious of the whips, tried to pull forward, but the carriage barely moved. Chambers poked Tracy's bare bottom with the tip of the whip. The menacing warning made her shiver and caused her to strain anew. She leaned forward and pulled, hard. The carriage rolled forward, then stopped. "I think we have ourselves three lazy horses, John," Mr. Chambers observed. "Perhaps they're not in the right position," John offered. Tracy fumed as Dumb Dora giggled, jumped up and down, and clapped her hands. "Very well, we'll do this the hard way," Chambers replied, dryly. He pulled a lever, and Tracy slid forward till she was bent at the waist. She, Natalie, and Holly, were now bent over perpendicular -- as if locked in a pillory -- with their bare fannies raised high and helpless in the air. "Giddy-up!" Mr. Chambers repeated, punctuating his command with a SNAP of the whip! Tracy felt like a hot iron had been touched across her bottom. She screamed into her bridle, but, to her humiliation, her plea for mercy sounded like nothing more than a horsey whinny. CRACK! Another scalding iron across her bottom, this time courtesy of John. The whips SNAPPED freely as Tracy, Natalie, and Holly defied the laws of physics and pulled the carriage forward. Momentum helped, and, by the time they reached the end of the alley, the carriage was moving at a fairly nice clip, with the girls' harness bells jingling merrily! The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as the three naked women pulled the carriage into place at the front of the parade. "I'm going to change back, John," Chambers said. "We want the crowd to get a good look at their three pretty, bridled faces." He released the lever, and a spring action quickly returned the three ponies to their upright position. The move did reveal their ridiculous, "smiling" faces, but, to Tracy's horror, she realized that her breasts and shamefully wet sex were also clearly visible. Chambers jerked on the reins, pulling Tracy's head up by the bit between her teeth. "Chin up, girl!" he commanded. "I want everyone to see the shame in those beautiful blue eyes of yours." Tracy certainly FELT the shame! Everyone in the town was there, and she blushed crimson as her neighbors, townspeople, and servants, freely discussed her body. "Look at those titties bounce!" her postman said. "Yes, I wouldn't mind taking a suckle on those," her garbage man agreed. Tracy recognized several lads she had gone to school with, years before. They had asked her out, of course, but Tracy dated only the best. "Look at those pussy lips! And I can see the juices dribbling down her legs!" "Yes, she's a randy little vixen! About time she got what she deserved!" Tracy flushed with shame as she passed the two sweet little old ladies who ran the flower shop. "Look at Lucy's gown! Isn't she lovely? What a perfect choice for Cinderella!" "Oh, I'll say! She's the most beautiful princess in town. Not like that dirty skank, Tracy!" Even her household staff, whom Tracy had lorded it over for years, joined in on the fun. "Look at those stripes across her arse!" Agnes, her chief maid, chortled. "Looks like Mr. Chambers took the whip to her lazy backside!" "Long overdue!" Smithers, the butler, humphed. After the first mile, they slowed to a trudge, and Dora gave the girls water and fed them sugar cubes. It was a welcome relief...until they turned a corner, and Tracy realized they were being primed to pull Lucy's carriage up the steepest hill in town. Tracy gasped as Mr. Chambers pulled the lever again, and her bottom lifted into the air. "Giddyup, Tracy!" John snickered, as he jiggled her reins. "I want to see those pretty legs and that big fat bottom of yours hard at work!' SNAP! SNAP! It was a seemingly impossible task, but Tracy, Natalie, and Holly did it, somehow, even if Tracy did loose control of her bladder half way up, much to the crowd's amusement. "Disgusting beast, isn't she?" "Yes, but John and Mr. Chambers know how to handle her. Look, John's picking up his whip...." As they finally reached the top, Mr. Chambers let them raise back up and pranced them down the street. Despite herself, Tracy felt relieved. Only seven more miles, and she'd get a nice cool drink at the trough in the barn. HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Edited by C. Lakewood