



                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.

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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. 

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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.

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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
