`` The Prince is coming ! '' Gertie called, `` The Prince is coming ! ``

'' What ? '' clinker asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth open fireplace that morning, `` Coming to Saddleworth ? ``

'' Yes coming to Saddleworth, '' Gertie said, `` He 's coming to open our new Town dormitory ''

'' Oh ! '' said Cinders.

'' He 'll be coming up our road our cinder, '' said her step Sister Anna, '' You 'll give birth to puke ashes in canal or road will be dusty. '' me. ``

'' Dusty ? '' Cinders asked, `` In Yorkshire, get real ! ``

'' It were dry on our Harry 's birthday, '' Gertie announced.

'' No it was n't our Gertie, '' Anna said, `` It flaming snowed ! ``

'' Roads was dry though, '' Gertie announced.

'' Right, '' clinker agreed, `` Blimey is that the time, `` she gasped, `` I 'm late for Butler 's setback job ! ``

'' How come you give Butler a snow job every dinner ? '' Gertie asked.

'' estimable than getting fucked up, '' said clinker with a smirk, `` And I cheeks him for a glass of stout to wash it down with after ! ``

'' Do our mam know ? '' Gertie asked.

'' Course she do our Gertie, '' Anna sighed, `` It 's in his full term and conditions ! ``

'' I do n't beware, '' Cinders said, `` Really. ''

'' It 's disgusting ! '' Gertie said.

'' How do you know ? '' Anna asked, ``

'' Well, it must be ! '' Gertie blushed.

'' I need the drill, '' clinker admitted, `` I 'm going to be the sound cock sucker in Yorkshire and splice a mine possessor 's son ! ``

'' You silly bugger, '' said Anna, `` They do n't want putz chump. ``

'' Do if they do n't need kid, '' clinker said, `` Crying and shitting all the time.

'' Them want 's it up your ass golf hole ! '' Anna explained.

'' I got to go ! '' cinder insisted and she clattered away in her well worn clogs.

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'' Here 's my plan, '' cinder said, as release sat beside her when they had their snap.

'' There 's only one bog at Saddleworth midland. '' she explained, `` Only one sit down Gents bog any route, so they 'll tart it up for Prince, and right above it there 's a hatch up into garret, '' she said almost proudly, `` And Ted Hepplethwaite said as he would give me a leg up so as I can obliterate up there until Prince needs a poop and then arrive down and give him the outdo blow job he 's ever had ! ''

'' It 's no goodness, '' Buttons the under footman explained, `` They have bogs on the train now ! ``

'' No ! '' Cinders said, `` Surely not ! ``

'' Oh yes, on Royal train any road ! '' Buttons added.

'' But Ted said, '' cinder protested.

'' Maybe he 's stringing you along, '' Buttons suggested.

'' But he helped me practice ! '' Cinders replied.

'' What ? '' push button asked.

Cinders thought a second, `` He helped me up in loft and pretended to be prince while I worked out how to give blow job without me infantry poking out under the bog door ! ``

'' You did n't turn over him bungle job as well did you ? '' Buttons asked.

'' Yes, '' she admitted, `` But I never swallowed. ''

'' That makes it all right then, '' Buttons exclaimed sarcastically.

'' At least he washes first, '' cinder said, `` Not like you ! ``

'' That 's not middling, he 's got hot working water at station. '' Buttons explained, `` We only got coldness ! ``

'' Butler washes and he 's only got frigid, '' Cinders protested.

'' Cripes, '' Buttons exclaimed, `` Is there anyone you do n't practice blow jobs on ? ``

'' Only you and butler, and angle man and Ted of grade. '' Cinders said, `` Why ?

Buttons shook his head and wandered off.

Cinders was really annoyed and as soon as she had her piece of bread and dripping she grabbed her shawl and set off into the pouring rainwater towards Saddleworth Midland post where she found Ted talking to Ernie Grimsdale safety device of the 11.30 local train to Bradford.

'' Oi ! '' Cinders said, `` You never said they had bog in string now. ``

'' Bogs on wagon train, '' Ernie laughed, `` Not on this one they do n't. ``

'' royal stag geartrain ! '' clinker exclaimed, `` clitoris said royal Train has bog on it. ``

'' royal stag power train ? '' Ernie laughed, `` Bloody Geordie Stephenson built that un his sen, built if for Liverpool and Mancester in eithteen twenty nine for directors, they would be favourable to have a bucket to crap in let alone right bog ! ``

'' Liar ! '' clinker snapped, `` You 're in it together. ``

'' What ? '' Ernie demanded.

'' You just want free reversal problem ! '' she hissed.

'' He wants More than puff jobs miss, '' Ernie laughed, `` You want to learn yourself ! ``

Ted blushed crimson, `` search, I still do n't guess royal train has a bog on it, '' he said, `` I likes you cinder, I ent trying to con you. ``

'' You 're lower than a dirt ball belly ! '' Cinders snapped, `` Both of you ! '' she looked around hopelessly, `` I 'm never going to marry a prince now am I ? ``

Ernie smiled sadly, `` You never was lass, no matter how good you are at reversal problem. ``

'' She 's bloody good though Ernie, '' Ted admitted.

'' So you said Ted, '' Ernie agreed, `` Eh up it 's twenty to, time we buggered off, '' he said and he waved his flag and blew his tin whistle and the train gradually wheezed out of the station.

'' Bloody lying pillock ! '' Cinders said, `` If I never see you again it will be too soon. ``

'' Cinders ! '' Ted pleaded, `` Look I got a Sunday off next calendar month, maybe we could go to church or something ? ``

'' In your dreaming, moron ! '' clinker said and she stormed off with her clogs clattering on the street.

Ted went back to the waiting room and put his substructure up for a bit as he had been on duty since four that morning and wasn't due to stop until the ten o'clock from Battersby arrived around midnight.

Saint George Richmond the stationmaster wandered in, `` Oi you lazy pillock, there 's cleaning to be done, '' he cried, `` You ask that missy of yours about giving me a puff job ? ``

'' Uh, no sir, she ent really got time. '' Ted admitted.

'' Well if you fucked her ass instead she could fuck up me at Lapplander time, '' he suggested, `` Where 's she run anyway, down Graythwaite street by Abattoir ? ``

'' She chambermaid sir, well under chambermaid, fire lighter really sir. '' Ted explained.

'' Pity, if she 'd have been whore or summat respectable she 'd give made a decent married woman for thee, '' George said as he sat down, `` Maybe get thee sen promotion, have thee own station mebbe. ``

'' I 'll mis her, '' Ted admitted, `` Her beautiful gamy heart looking at me as she gobbles me cock, that long blonde hair, ''

'' Offer her sixpence a time lad, she 'll be back. '' George V suggested.

'' That 's a days wages ! '' Ted exclaimed outraged, '' I ca n't afford that when I can fuck Mrs Miggins me landlady up the ass for ha'penny. ``

'' Not the Same though is it ? '' George I suggested, `` Not the same. ``

Cinders was in a foul climate, `` All them blow business ! '' she railed, `` I could let charged a penny a time, twopence mebbe. ``

'' You always were a slovenly woman, '' Gertie agreed, `` That 's why your Padre disowned you. ``

'' No he did n't, '' clinker said, `` He said it was up to me, he said if I wanted to screw around I could go like a servant ! ``

'' But you do n't do you cinder, '' Anna explained, `` You have n't had a cock up you properly yet have you ? ``

'' Might have, '' Cinders said defensively but she had been so officious recently giving blow line that she simply had n't had time to get laid.

Ted were heartsick, but later on when `` supporter '' O'keefe came in on the topical anaesthetic wagon train from Rawtenstall, he went across for a chat.

'' Do you count it 's right they got a bog on royal wagon train ? '' he asked.

'' No idea, '' Jock admitted, `` Ye 'll be wantin'a word wi'Union rep, Charles Lamb Scargill, he 'll know. ``

'' Right, '' Ted agreed.

'' If they 've a wash room in the wagon train then we should take in one on the engine too, '' Jock suggested, `` Its very block doing your business upon the footplate when ye 're doing the easily office of fifty mile an 60 minutes on an express. ``

'' I suppose, '' Ted agreed, `` Ca n't you stag on excavator and bite it in firebox ? ``

'' That 's disgusting, do ye no know we eat our breakfast off of the digger, this is xviii lxx ye ken not blooming middle eld, '' Jock reminded him, `` And who cleans the comfort station, is it atomic number 58 kitty emptier or carriage and police wagon ground level ? '' he asked.

'' That 's right, '' Ted agreed, `` Unless there 's just hole in floor and shit drop curtain on track. ``

'' Filthy Sassenachs, '' athlete said, `` I 'll see Scargill and see if he canna have stop put to it. ``


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The household was in confusedness, a letter had arrived, 'His worshipfullness Albert Higginbotham Mayor of Saddleworth, cordially invites the right hon Mr Clarence Hepple and Mrs Florence Hepple to the orifice of Saddleworth town mansion house ,'and continued, `` Tickets one and sixpence. ``

'' What do you have in mind ca n't go ! '' Gertie demanded.

'' Cinders is firstborn, you ca n't go if she do n't. '' the begetter insisted.

'' But you said if she want 's to fuck around she has to be servant ! '' Annie exclaimed.

'' Has cinder been fucked proper ? '' the Fatherhood asked, as Cinders walked in, `` Have you had it yet ? '' he demanded.

'' I 've been busybodied ! '' Cinders protested.

'' Right, get a bath and receive summat smartness, '' the father said, `` You can behave like a proper brought up missy for a variety. ``

'' But father ! '' she protested.

'' No more rag week for you, '' he said, `` female parent, find that frilly snowy affair she wore at Ada Ormskirk 's wedding. ``

'' That was bridesmaids dress, '' the mother reminded him, `` You better wear that courteous sorry dress. ``

'' I ca n't sacrifice blow jobs in a posh dress ! '' Cinders gasped.

'' Exactly, '' her father explained, `` Exactly, I give you every chance to get yourself up duff and all you give is gas line like a any sizeable well brought up daughter, if you want to be a slut you got to work at it. ``

'' I sha n't ! '' Cinders protested.

'' Yes you damned well shall ! '' he said, `` Or you 'll feel the leather of my belt ammunition on your ass, '' he said as unwisely he undid his trouser belted ammunition and the stack of belly bod it supported suddenly cascaded downwards taking his pant and underpants and leaving him standing in with his hairy stage and rapidly swelling hairy little cock in full view.

'' Clarence ! '' the twin mother exclaimed, `` You ca n't wait cinder to give you a blow job ! ``

'' How else will I get me trousers up, unless thee does it ! '' he asked.

'' Oh very well, '' the female parent insisted, `` I sha n't swallow. ``

'' LE I fucks you up the ass ? '' Clarence suggested.

'' Or somewhere easygoing and quick ? '' she simpered.

'' We ent having no more kids, '' Clarence insisted

'' farewell us, '' the mother insisted and before hapless Clarence could protest the mother had her skirts around her waistline revealing stockings and suspenders and a mass of inkiness ringlet hiding her little used bitch, and to Clarence 's distraint she pinned him against the wall and ignoring his protests stood on tip toe and impaled herself on his creature.

'' Crikey I thought citizenry fucked like hare, '' Anna confessed.

'' Get out ! '' the mother cried.

'' Bloody nether region ! '' gasped cinder, `` Sod that for a way to make a living ! ``

'' Them 's doing it awry, her should be on her back, '' Gertie opined.

'' Get, Out ! '' The sire shouted, and they dutifully filed away.

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'' How many more time I do n't want to go to the Ball, '' clinker insisted.

'' It 's only for a bit, you can go home at midnight ! '' her father explained as he stood before her.

'' No ! '' Cinders said again.

'' Look, I know you want to give the Prince a blow job, '' he explained.

'' Who told you ! '' she demanded.

'' Cook, '' he explained, `` If you must know, so here is what I propose, first you go to the post as planned, hide in the loft and give prince a blow job then of his does n't marry you on the slur you come to the glob all tarted up like some queer fib whore, do we have a deal ? ``

'' I 'll dress like a princess, actually if I marry prince I suppose I 'll ingest to dress like a princess all the time ? '' Cinders exclaimed.

'' Your mother has more hazard of winning the two twenty at Lingfield than you have of marrying the prince, '' her Padre said sadly.

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The Big day came, crowds lined the streets, James Mill possessor declared a holiday from a quarter to four until half past times so workers could se prince close up, and at capital of the United Kingdom punctually only ten minutes late the prince kissed his official mistress bye-bye and headed for magnate mark station where Mr Sterling 's magnificent if lop sided single piston chamber engine No 2 waited with royal stag geartrain, two first off year coaches for servants, the royal saloon, a cavalry box and carriage truck for the purple pusher and three 3rd class passenger vehicle for servant 's servant and spare whores in case any of princes'whore went down with eruption.

It all went very well, No 2 whisked them along at XXX eight miles an 60 minutes and More and there was n't any fuss at all to get with, The Great compass north railway royal stag saloon was slap bang up to date with water press ( flushing bogs, ) by St. Thomas Crapper in gleaming porelein and polished brass and the Sterling ace class railway locomotive thrashed along noisily with the eight motorcoach behind until they handed over to Leeds and Rotherham railway at Slaithewaite junction near Grimethorpe.

There were a terrible to do at Slaithewaite colligation, Elias Scargill the union rep demands to know what happens to shit from bog in majestic saloon and when he finds it drops on to cross he demands that the royal saloon with the bog is uncoupled and left behind, `` Why in immortal name ? '' asked the Prince when he was told there was a delay and he stepped into platform forthwith, `` You there ! '' he demanded of Scargill, `` What is the signification of this ! ``.

'' We do n't want your bastard on our data track your grace, '' Scargill admitted.

'' Are you an agitator ? '' the Prince asked, `` A republican ? '' he enquired.

'' Might be, is that like a Publican what runs a pub ? '' Scargill asked.

'' God give me strength ! '' the Prince insisted, `` Leave the saloon I 'll travel outset category with the plebeian hoi polloi ! '' he said, `` And look after the fille till I get back ! ``

Lamb promised he would do just that, not realising there were six prostitutes and a economic rent boy dressed like a miss in Prince 's private carriage all high from sniffing Tetleys numeral four herbal tea mix with added heroin and sot on Newcastle-upon-Tyne Green Ale.

There was a hoo-ha as the Sterling engine was uncouled and `` Rother '' the Leeds and Rotherham 's young and self-aggrandizing engine, which directors insisted that was used despite the plea from anyone with any sensation that it was a goods railway locomotive and completely unsuitable, but it was coupled on, and to the intense annoyance of the rider waiting for the Saddleworth local 'Rother'pulled and pushed the carriages around to forget the Prince 's saloon in the kine dock, and then no more than an hour late they set off up offshoot to Saddleworth.

'Rother'was a retard good engine even by Yorkshire banner and that was behind and it 's wheels were n't balanced so the solid train shook violently as soon as it got over twenty Admiralty mile and hour, `` What is this ? '' the Prince complained, as the gut churning vibrations coursed through the carriage, `` A republican twisting sleeping accommodation ? ``

Harry Biggins driving 'Rother'did his unspoilt but with everything on the footplate vibrating so bad that it was just a fuzz he could n't even go as fast as the habitue train engine let alone pee-pee up any division of the lost hour.

'' Oh my entrails ! '' the prince cried, but decorum prevented him joining his servants who were hanging from the windows vomiting freely.

The waiting crew had mainly gone home as Harry drove into Saddleworth with sing screaming and choking inglorious smoke swirling from the chimney, finally Harry stopped 'Rother rightfulness by the red carpet which was a shame because he was supposed to intercept the Prince 's carriage door right by it.

'' Three cheers for the, '' the Stationmaster announced loudly as the Prince bolted past him.

'' The conveniences, where are the conveniences ! '' the prince cried.

'' Through, '' the stationmaster cried as he shot out of batch following the signs.

'' Thank god, '' the prince cried as he filled the stadium with secondhand vindaloo.

'' Jesus, '' Cinders cried as she started to go up down from the attic only to see the princes back when she expected to see him sitting on bog.

'' What ? '' demanded the prince as she descended, '' Oh for god 's sake leave me alone ! ``

'' But I want to give you a C job so you 'll wed me ! '' Cinders cried.

'' No, please ! '' the prince protested as he turned cycle to sit in the bog, and then seeing how disappointed Cinders looked he relented, `` Just a quick one. ``

He dropped his pant and revealed a short fat cock still wet with stale cum and sporting lady 's juices.

'' Yuck ! '' Cinders protested, `` I 'm not sucking that ! ``

'' You said, '' the prince exclaimed.

'' It 's deformed and it stinks ! '' she said in alarm.

'' What do you wait ? '' he demanded, `` I 've had six whores and a ladyboy to satisfy on the wagon train up, it 's no wonder my shaft is in a bad way ! ``

'' Oh ! '' Cinders gasped, `` I had no estimation. ``

'' And my wife will make a family of thirteen to satisfy, lord knows where I 'll come up a rampant enough bawd to do that. '' he explained, `` Unless you want the job ? ``

'' Uh no thanks, '' said Cinders.

'' You would make a lovely Duchess, '' he said, `` so will you marry me ? ``

'' Would I have to let them make love me ? '' clinker said, `` Or would mishandle Job be enough. ``

'' Fucked, I 'm afraid, '' he explained, `` Up the backside, it 's considered to be one of the perks of the job for the royal household, we have to do it or we would sustain to pay right wage. ``

'' I think I 'll pass then, '' Cinders said, `` If its all the same with you. ``

'' It 's fine, I 'm used to it, '' he admitted, `` They 're all fired up to marry me and then when I reveal the tadger they back off, I thought it was because it is so big. ``

'' It 's quite short-change really, '' Cinders said, `` But fat but it stinks thats the real job, not like Ted Hepplethwaite 's his is long and slenderize and tastes lovely. ``

'' Right, '' said the prince as ennui set in.

'' He always washes first and jimmies lavender water on his prick so it smells nice, '' she said.

'' Slow down, '' the prince urged, `` I 'll write that down on a piece of tissue, '' he said as he grabbed a piece of bog roll and a pencil, `` Lavender water. ``

'' Yes Lavender H2O, '' she repeated.

'' Perhaps you should splice Mr Hepplethwaite, '' the prince suggested, `` If his cock is so tasty ? ``

'' I suppose, '' Cinders agreed.

'' So if you 'll excuse me my public awaits, '' the prince requested, and clinker stepped aside and allowed him to pull his trouser up and to slew from the cubicle.

cinder sadly watched him go, her dream in tatters.

'' Eh up lass, '' Ted said brightly as he saw her standing there, `` How did it go ? ``

'' His stopcock stunk, '' she said, `` I could n't do nix with it, made me spue it did. ``
'' You daft wazzock you should have let him ball you, '' he advised, `` You could have had a kid and charged him for it. ''

'' I suppose, '' she said, `` But I 'm saving that for my hubby. ``

'' Never mind, '' he said, `` I would miss you if you got married. ``

'' Would you ? '' she asked, `` Maybe ? ``

'' What ? '' he asked.

'' Never mind, '' she agreed, and she remembered she had promised to get tarted up like a fairy fib Princess and go to the do at the Town Hall.

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'' Oh cinder you do call off up squeamish, '' her father commented as she stood before him in her ball gown.

'' I feel a right prat, '' she said, `` You can see about of me tits down the front of this thing. ``

'' Truly delectable my love, '' her don agreed, `` I thought you liked displaying your charm ? ``

'' Not like this I bloody do n't and how am I supposed to sit down with this great ado affair on me ass ? '' Cinders asked.

'' aspect Christina, '' her founder explained, `` I have given you far too much margin and if you do n't behave I will put you over my knee and spank your bare backside, do you understand. ``

'' Do n't be a pillock Prince Albert that 'll bring in her cum ! '' said her mother, `` No if you do n't get pass of man and wife from Prince its straight round Hepplethwaite 's in break of the day and let Ernie put you in kinsfolk way. ``

'' His mam thinks I ent skillful enough for him, '' cinder said sadly.

'' Then marry the prince, '' her father said abruptly.

'' Yes begetter, '' she said.

'' second gear thoughts do n't, '' he said, `` Them niggard would want us to pay half of wedding bill. ''

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She rode to the Ball at the townspeople Hall in a hired carriage and as was the tradition was announced to the nobleness as she stepped inside.

'' miss Christina Parker-Richmond, '' the townspeople crier announced and she stepped forward.

The prince turned and his monocle fell out as he stared in shock, `` My god ! '' he said, `` It 's you ! ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` It 's me. ``

'' You are beautiful ! '' he exclaimed, `` So beautiful ! ``

'' And I suck cock considerably than any harlot this face of Rochdale, '' she insisted.

'' And I have some lavender piddle, '' he smirked.

'' You are too late, me dad says I got to let Ted Hepplethwaite fuck me if you wont wed me, '' she said hopefully.

'' You can be my northern schoolmistress ? '' he suggested, `` If that will do ? ``

'' No, '' she said firmly, `` Wed or no bed. ``

'' Sir, '' the Town Mayor insisted, `` There is a queue. ``

'' Sod them, I 'm trying to get my leg over here, '' the prince exclaimed, `` Tell you what, if I get you in the family way I 'll get cousin Willi to espouse you. ``

'' Really ? '' cinder agreed, `` Lets get on wi it then, any idea how this thing comes off. ``

They drew a velum over it, well debauch were n't talked about much then, and cinder or Christina had staggered naked into the Railway Hotel at three in the break of day with the prince in hot pursual and had demanded a way, which they had managed to find, albeit a ace over the kitchens, and there four calendar month later the prince finally succumbed to Christina 's view and decided to nip back to John Griffith Chaney to see his mum.

Cinders accompanied him to the palace, riding on the Royal string, and then in a horse drawn go-cart on business relationship of cars not being invented, and was client of award at a dinner in her honour.

'' Mother, this is Christina, '' the prince said proudly, `` The best cock sucker in Yorkshire ! ``

'' Any practiced at licking cunt ? '' the pansy asked and Christina blushed.

'' I 've never tried, '' she admitted.

'' Ten bloody noblewoman in waiting and not one any good with her tongue, '' she bemoaned, `` will you try ? ``

'' No ! '' Christina demurred, `` Not till I 'm wed ! ``

'' Fine, I 'm head of the church building and I say you 're married, '' the poof said.

'' I 'll yield it a go then, got any Lavender body of water. '' Christina asked.

'' Do n't I have any say in this ? '' the prince asked.

'' No, she 'll realise a damned dear queen one day, maybe she needs fattening up a bit and she does n't have much of a top lip but. ``

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Burrrrrrpppppp, Burrrrrppppppp, the alarm sounded, Christina reached out automatically to alternate it off, it was 6.15, meter to get up.

'' shucks and blast, '' she swore as she realised she had fallen asleep wearing her double dildo drawers again, `` Now I 'll never know how this ambition ends. ``





Any diachronic accuracy is completely accidental

Any similarity to Princes or Queens alive or dead is quite likey

Leeds and Rotherham..railway never existed as far as I know.

Ted Hepplethwaite drives a Cab for A to B Taxis in Gotham City. 23 Barraco Barma Street Gotham G5