Lubrican's Fractured Fairy Tales and Naughty Nursery Rhymes - Volume Two
Lubrican
Lubrican’s Fractured Fairy Tales
Volume Two
by Robert Lubrican
Bookapy Edition
Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican
2nd edition edited 2023
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Table of Contents
Cindy Ella – A Fractured Fairy Tale
Goldilocks and the Three Behrs – a Fractured Fairy Tale
Jack and Jill – a Naughty Nursery Rhyme
Little Red Riding Pants - A Fractured Fairy Tale
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Foreword: Fairy tales of old weren't actually intended for a juvenile audience. They were composed to tell two stories, one the open, and one between the lines. And they served their purpose well. As time went on, though, the lessons they taught were either needed less, or taught in other ways, and the original purpose of the tale was slowly lost. We still tell the stories to our children, but now it is just for entertainment purposes.
And if the audience is still adult, what is left in the fairy tales and nursery rhymes sometimes seems to need something added.
If you're an author of erotica, then erotic things come to mind, and that is exactly what I have added.
So these tales are still intended for an adult, mature audience. There is no hidden meaning in them. They are just sexy stories, intended now only to get your libido fired up. If you have a significant other, that's nice, because these will hopefully make you want to roll play. If you are currently unattached, then maybe a nice fantasy masturbation session is in your future.
Make no mistake. These have no socially redeeming value. The tales are just as radical as when they were first conceived, but for different reasons. They are just for fun now, and not to teach a lesson. In fact, some of them may just barely resemble the original.
So please have fun.
And make sure the kids don't stumble onto these versions.
Bob
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Cindy Ella – a Fractured Fairy Tale
Cindy Ella was on her knees busily scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush when one of her step-sisters, Vera, ran screaming and giggling through the room. She was naked, as usual, and the extra skin she had hanging off her flabby body jiggled and swayed as she ran. Following her, also as usual, was Roger, the son of the butcher whose shop was down the street. He too was naked, and his stubby youthful erection bobbed and bounced as he chased Vera, the object of his desire.
"Come on now Vera honey," he whined. "Of course I love you. You know that. Have a heart, Vera. I need relief!"
Vera just cackled and ran on toward her bedroom, where, Cindy Ella knew, Roger would soon find his "relief." Vera was a dyed in the wool strumpet, just like her sister, Maude, and their mother, Gerda. That Gerda was also Cindy Ella's step-mother was one of the things that routinely made Cindy Ella sigh with remorse.
Cindy Ella scrubbed harder, trying to scrunch herself into a dirty ball that no one would notice. She had no desire to come to the attention of Roger, or Fred, or Phil, or any of the other men who routinely rutted their stiff prods into her step-sisters and mother. She didn't want them deciding that she was fair game. Cindy Ella was a virgin, and intended to stay that way until she could escape from her bitch of a step-mother. That would be in just two short years when Cindy Ella turned eighteen.
If she lived that long, that is.
Gerda had married Cindy Ella's father four years earlier and from the beginning had hated his only daughter. She had, in her own mind, multiple good reasons. For one, Cindy Ella was intelligent, which neither Gerda nor her own daughters were. For another Cindy Ella was small of frame, thin, and almost boyish. Gerda and her daughters ate like pigs and it showed. Finally, Cindy Ella was beautiful, with long blond hair, graceful hands and dainty feet. That was bad enough for Gerda and her brats, but as the years passed, Cindy Ella filled out in all the right areas. Her breasts swelled along with her hips, and she developed a natural female sway in her walk that promised sweet nirvana to any man who saw it. Gerda did her level best to make sure no man did. After she killed her new husband by giving him one of the many sexually transmitted diseases she brought to her marriage bed, she tried to kill Cindy Ella too by working her to death. Cindy Ella was literally a slave and prisoner. She was never allowed to actually take a bath, though she routinely snuck enough water to take 'whores' baths', scrubbing herself clean under the rags she was permitted to wear. At first she had wished she could change clothes, but, as the men began coming to the house to splash their seed in every hole available, she gave that thought up. While her hygiene was much better than that of the other women in the house, no one could tell through the filth she made sure covered her face, arms and clothing. Still, it was a disease-infested house, now that her father had died, and no matter how much Cindy Ella scrubbed and cleaned, she couldn't combat the filth created by three women and who knows how many men who frequented the beds in the place.
Cindy Ella picked up the bucket and started off down the hall toward the back door where she could toss out the dirty water. She sighed. She had to go by her step-sisters' rooms on the way and she knew what she'd see. Sure enough, Roger had caught his prize and was lustily ramming his penis in and out of her as she lay staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be thinking of something else, but every once in a while she remembered she was trying to catch a husband and that caused her to moan "Oh Roger, you're so good. Don't stop." She said it with all the heat of a teacher saying, "All right, class, remember that two and two are four ... very good."
Further down the hall was Maude's room. Maude had more imagination than Vera, and that imagination was on display as Cindy Ella passed her room. Maude's current beau was an unhealthy looking young man named Percival who, apparently, had a low opinion of himself. He had allowed Maude to truss him up like a chicken while she had her way with him. He was completely unable to move a muscle, though one of his muscles, protruding from his loins, was free for Maude to play with. She was in the act of dripping hot wax on that muscle as Percival moaned in pain. Cindy Ella hustled on. She was glad she didn't have to pass her step-mother's room. She'd seen Tully in the house earlier. He ran the slaughterhouse on the edge of town and always smelled like death mixed with cow dung. He also liked to piss all over Gerda before making her suck what he loudly proclaimed was his manhood. But he was rich, like all the men who came to the house. Her step-mother and step-sisters were all trying to snag a rich man, and they'd stoop to any level to do it. In the meantime, gifts from their suitors were welcome.
So naturally, when news came that the Prince was going to have a gala, at which all eligible girls in the Kingdom were required to attend, Gerda and her girls began scheming about how they might come to his attention and hit the biggest payday of all. They demanded that Cindy Ella make them new gowns that showed off their "charms" as they called them. On the afternoon before the evening of the ball she had to do all their hair and then apply their makeup. They chattered and argued about how the Prince would find each of them irresistible, and how no matter which of them he chose, she would make sure to insist that all the others be brought to the castle to live as well.
"Me too?" said Cindy Ella and then bit her lip, wishing she hadn't spoken.
Gerda laughed cruelly. "You will stay here, my worthless little tramp," and fix this dump up so when we sell it we'll get some real money. Vera said that they could probably find somewhere in the castle stables that Cindy Ella could sleep and they all cackled. Finally, they left, on their way to the ball.
The only time Cindy Ella ever got out of her smelly rotting rags was when she went to bed. Then she stripped them off, exposing her snow white body, which she washed carefully with a clean rag she kept in the attic. After that she crawled naked into her bed, which consisted of cast off clothing her step-mother didn't know she had and which she washed along with all her other washing chores. It wasn't pretty, but it was warm and she put flower petals in it to make it smell nice. Usually she was quite glad to get into bed, since that was the only time all day she could relax.
Tonight, of course, Cindy Ella went to bed sad that she couldn't go to the Prince's ball. Just before she got into her rag-covered straw pallet she gazed out the tiny attic window at the bright evening star and made a wish that she could be happy and free and in love some day. Then she fell asleep quickly. She slept the sleep of the good; deep and restful.
Suddenly, she awoke to a bright light in the attic. She rubbed her eyes and peered at a hazy bright figure standing, hands on hips, above her.
"Get up girl!" the figure demanded. "Time's a wasting and we've got a lot to do before this night is over."
Cindy Ella stared at the figure, wide-eyed. It looked female, sort of, but was too short and quite wide. It was dressed in a flowing gown that changed colors constantly and was hard to look at.
"Who are you?" Cindy Ella asked timidly.
"For goodness sake, you silly girl ... I'm your fairy godmother, of course! Who else would I be?" she demanded. "Now, I said get up!"
Cindy Ella bounded to her feet as if she'd received an electric shock (even though electricity hadn't quite been discovered yet - but you know what I mean.) She was, of course, still naked as the day she was born, and her fairy god mother looked her up and down carefully.
"Hmmmmm, not as much to work with as I'd hoped, but I think you'll do." She raised her hand, which held a short stiff length of something that could have once been the tip of a tree branch. Cindy Ella flinched. She was often beaten by her step mother or step sisters with such a stick. The apparition paused and looked with sympathy at the cowering girl. "We're going to have to make them pay for reducing you to this," she muttered. "Don't be afraid, girl. I'm here to help you make your dreams come true. You only get this kind of chance once in your life, and we only have until midnight, so please trust me and do what I tell you."
Cindy Ella relaxed slightly and raised her eyes. "Very well, mistress, I'll do as you command."
The little woman groaned. "I'm not your mistress. In fact, you are actually in charge here. It's your dream we're working on. You want to go to the ball, right?"
Again Cindy Ella's eyes got big. "Oh yes, more than anything."
"Well then, I'm going to get you there. The rest is up to you," said the shimmering being.
"The rest of what?" asked Cindy Ella, confused.
"Never mind. And call me Madge, okay? Mistress sounds so formal. Now, this is going to tingle, but it's necessary, trust me." Madge raised her wand again and waved it. What could have been tiny snowflakes shot out of it and broke into two streams. One enveloped Cindy Ella's throat, and the other darted between her legs and disappeared up inside her. Cindy Ella squeaked and jumped, but she couldn't avoid the dust, or whatever it was. She felt a tingling in her throat, and up inside of her, just below her stomach.
"What was that?" she gasped. Then she stopped. Her voice sounded different. It was lower, stronger, more ... sultry.
"Oh, it was something I hope will come in handy, but for one thing no one will recognize your voice when you get to the ball. If you concentrate, you can make your voice sound like it used to by trying to talk like a little girl. Otherwise the ... changes ... I made are permanent. If all works out well you'll understand some day why I made them. She waved her wand again and again the snowflakes shot out and drifted all around Cindy Ella. All the remaining dirt on her body flaked off, leaving her as clean as if she'd bathed in vat of steaming water, with real soap. A luscious odor now drifted around her body, as of the richest perfumes. Her long blond hair was now done up on top of her head, held there with ribbons and clips that were decorated with sparkling diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Madge snapped her fingers and a tall mirror appeared. Cindy Ella couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her eyes dropped to her modest breasts and she frowned. She looked at Madge with a question in her eyes.
Madge frowned too. "I can't make radical changes, but I might be able to help a little. Again the wand, and again the snowflakes, which this time coated Cindy Ella's breasts and floated there, slowly soaking into the skin. Cindy Ella felt the tingling and a sharp stab of pleasure/pain in her nipples. When she looked in the mirror her breasts did look a little bigger. But it was her nipples that had changed the most. Before they had been brown and almost flat. Now they were dark red and stuck out proudly, like two fat June bugs sitting on her breasts. She touched one and felt that pleasure/pain streak shoot through her again. Madge smiled. "Be careful what you wish for, Cindy Ella. I made them super sensitive, so they'll pleasure you almost constantly. That can have side effects, though, so don't overdo it.
Cindy Ella pinched a nipple to see what that was like and almost fell down as her knees weakened. She looked in the mirror again.
"I can't go to the ball naked!" she said.
Madge waved her wand again and Cindy Ella gasped in shock as a gown appeared on her body. It was of the softest satin, dark blue, and thin as paper. It clung to her body like skin. In the front there really was no neckline, as it plunged between her breasts to just above her navel. She turned to look at the back and gasped again. She could actually see the top of the cleft between her buttocks! All that held the dress on were two thin straps that went up her chest and crossed over her back. In the front, where the top of two tall triangles covered Cindy Ella's breasts, her new stiff sensitive nipples were clearly visible through the thin cloth.
"Now I'm practically naked!" she squealed.
"Hmmph" snorted Madge. "Practically naked and naked are two different things. Trust me, you'll love this dress when you dance with the Prince."
"Oh!, I could never be so bold as to ask the prince to dance!" said Cindy Ella.
"With that dress you won't have to ask," said her smug fairy godmother.
"But ... I don't have on any .... underthings," Cindy Ella blushed.
"My dear, I sincerely hope you don't need any underthings tonight," said her helpful fairy godmother.
In short order Madge had used common ordinary objects to create a carriage, horses and attendants to take Cindy Ella to the ball. With another flick of her wand she applied some makeup to Cindy Ella's face to ensure that no one would be able to recognize her, not that anyone would, as she now looked. The last thing Madge did was point her wand at a small shard of broken glass in one corner on the floor, and crystal slippers hurried over to slip themselves on Cindy Ella's shapely feet.
"Now listen carefully," said Madge. "At Midnight, the gown will return to being the rags you wear each day, the carriage will again become a pot with a hole in the bottom, the horses and coachmen will again be vermin. The makeup, your hairdo - all of it will disappear in a puff of smoke. Only the changes I made to your body will remain. Don't get caught out in public, or people will know who you are. For tonight you may be whoever you wish. Now. Go have fun."
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Cindy Ella's carriage dropped her at the entrance to the grand ball room and she stepped lightly down to the pavement. People began to stare at her immediately. First of all she was alone, and in those days beautiful women didn't go anywhere alone. Secondly no one had seen either her carriage or her before. The kingdom wasn't small, by any measure, but most of the nobles knew each other. This young woman was obviously of noble blood, but none knew from where she came, or who she was. The men stared because they'd never seen a woman so beautiful, so alluring. Her breasts were so succulent looking, the nipples clearly visible, the dress almost falling off of that perfect body. Erections began appearing everywhere she went. Women hated her on sight.
Cindy Ella saw the man announcing people as they entered the ballroom, but she couldn't give him her real name. The answer to her problem came when there was an argument about which couple should be announced next. While the argument was settled, Cindy Ella slipped past them and found herself in the midst of a swirl of sound and color. She knew how to dance, though she'd never been to a ball before. Her father had danced with her when she was a little girl, so she knew all the steps. She watched enviously as couples swept past her, circling gracefully as they went around the big dance floor.
She felt a tug at her elbow. She turned to see Prince Rupert, heir to the realm, standing before her. She froze in fright.
"Milady" the prince bowed. "I'm delighted you have decided to grace our presence with your beauty."
Cindy Ella blushed and curtsied. "Thank you, your majesty."
The prince insisted that she dance with him. Their heights matched and they fit well, finding that each danced divinely. One dance led to two, then to three. The Prince knew that he should be dancing with many of the women present but this lovely girl, in her revealing dress, had captivated him. Her soft skin, under his hand on her back, begged to be stroked. Before he knew it an hour had passed and he had danced with no one other than her. He was so besotted he hadn't even asked her what her name was. All he concentrated on was getting her in his arms, and getting her to say "yes" to another dance. As they danced they chatted and he found her to be intelligent, kind, and capable of talking about almost any subject.
As the Prince danced with Cindy Ella he felt blood suffusing his face and something else on his body. She was so beautiful, so soft. She smelled so good. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman. Well, almost everything. She was too slim, too lithe and fragile looking to be able to do what he wished she could do.
You see, the prince had a problem ... what he thought of as a birth defect, of sorts. Somewhere along the way one of his ancestors must have mated with a horse because what the prince had hanging between his legs belonged on a horse. The tip wasn't too bad, being almost normal sized, but when stiff, the prince's penis was a full ten inches long and quite possibly as big around as a well grown cucumber. While he'd been able to stuff most of it into the odd serving girl occasionally, it was always painful for them. About the best he could hope for was that he could get a blow job now and then, but even that caused problems. The girls could only get a few inches into their mouths and if he pushed too lustily they choked and ... well, it wasn't pretty. The prince had been looking for years for a woman who could take his horse cock and he was about resigned to having to settle for a basically sexless life.
And this little slip of a girl in his arms tonight could never even begin to handle what he wanted to give to her. None the less, his penis didn't know that, and as they danced, and as his hands slid over the soft skin of her back, his unruly organ began to get ready for some fun. He tried to push her away, to keep her from feeling his hard on, but she snuggled against him even more, pressing those delightful almost naked breasts against his tunic. He wished he could take his coat and shirt off, to feel those undoubtedly hot orbs against his chest. The thought of that finished the job on his phallus, which now stood at full mast. Or tried to. It didn't have room in his tight pants to do much more than press outward against Cindy Ella's leg and abdomen.
Cindy Ella, for her part, was oblivious to what was happening - at least at first. The feeling of a strong man's arms around her, and of her aching tingling nipples pressing against his chest had reduced her to quivering need for something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was feeling things she'd never ever felt before. She wished again that her outfit had included panties. She was wet between her legs, and she could feel little runnels of moisture running down her thighs. As she concentrated on that feeling she suddenly realized something was pressing against her in that region of her body. At first she couldn't identify what it was. She pressed her body against it and she gasped as she realized what it had to be. Cindy Ella had seen a lot of cocks in her young life. Her step mother and step sisters were sluts of the first magnitude and there was always a naked man hanging around the house somewhere. But Cindy Ella had never seen a cock that would produce a bulge like the one currently pressing against her. It had to be huge! Still, they were in the middle of the dance floor. What could he do here? And, to know that he was so aroused by her made her feel ... fluttery inside. More cream escaped her swollen nether lips to run down her legs. Almost unconsciously she pressed her abdomen gently against the lump.
The Prince felt the pressure of her loins against his and a dollop of his own cream oozed out of the tip of his princely penis. He steered Cindy Ella to one side of the large group of revelers, toward a thick section of drapes that he knew covered a door. If he could only get this wonderful girl alone for a few minutes, maybe things would progress in a manner that would be satisfying to them both. Her arms were around him, and now he let both of his hands slide across and down her back. Without thinking, he let his hands slide lower ... and lower ... and lower, until, to his vast surprise, he found they had slipped inside her gown and he was now cupping two delightfully firm and round ... very naked ... buttocks. He kept her moving toward the curtain.
Cindy Ella felt his big warm hands on her buttocks and she sighed. She'd never imagined that a man's hands on her there could possibly feel so wonderful. She wished the night could go on forever. With sadness she heard the clock in the tower above her strike eleven times.
Prince Rupert reached the heavy drapes that covered the door to the special audience room. He made one complete turn while dancing, to see who was looking at them. Earlier almost everyone had been watching the handsome couple dancing, wondering who this ravishing creature was. Now, an hour later, and after much wine had been drunk, most of the dancers were paying attention to their partners. Making his decision he reluctantly pulled one hand out of Cindy Ella's gown, parted the drapes, and whisked her through them, then through the door and into the audience chamber.
Cindy Ella was at once both confused and a little afraid.
"Your Grace, what are you doing?" She pushed him to arms length.
The prince knelt, looking up at her.
"Fair maiden, you have stolen my heart. I cannot resist your wiles, if they are that, or your beauty. I must have some kisses or I shall surely die."
Cindy Ella had been all too aware of the massive thing pressing against her as they danced, and she doubted that kisses were all the prince had in mind, but she too was captive to the influences of lust. She happily bent slightly to bring her cherry lips against his. Her kiss was, at first, a chaste one. After all, she had no experience with kisses of any sort. Therefore, the prince, who was expecting something a little longer, was surprised when her lips pulled off of his. His eyes popped open, at which point he promptly stopped breathing. This was because in the process of leaning down to kiss him, the front of Cindy Ella's gown sagged and her luscious breasts with their jutting nipples were exposed. Rupert, though a gentleman through and through, was consumed with lust. As if they belonged to someone else, his hands rose to the straps of her gown and flicked them, almost negligently sideways. In a thrice the straps, just as slippery as the rest of the dress, slid off her shoulders, and the dress, much heavier than it looked, dropped to the floor like a stone.
Cindy Ella stood, her mouth open, in all her glorious nakedness. Rupert found his face level with and about two inches away from two pert breasts with extended nipples, both of which looked delicious. He just had to taste them. He leaned forward and his lips latched onto her left one.