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

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

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

'' Oh ! '' said Cinders.

'' He 'll be coming up our route our cinder, '' said her step babe Anna, '' You 'll cause to chuck ash in canal or road will be dusty. '' me. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Right, '' Cinders agreed, `` Blimey is that the meter, `` she gasped, `` I 'm previous for Butler 's snow job ! ``

'' How fare you give Butler a C job every dinner ? '' Gertie asked.

'' dependable than getting fucked up, '' said Cinders with a smirk, `` And I cheeks him for a meth of stout to moisten it down with after ! ``

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

'' Course she do our Gertie, '' Anna sighed, `` It 's in his condition and stipulation ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' I need the exercise, '' clinker admitted, `` I 'm going to be the respectable cock sucker in Yorkshire and conjoin a mine possessor 's son ! ``

'' You silly bugger, '' said Anna, `` They do n't require cock suckers. ``

'' Do if they do n't want kids, '' cinder said, `` watchword and shitting all the time.

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

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

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'' Here 's my plan, '' Cinders said, as push button 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 loft, '' she said almost proudly, `` And Ted Hepplethwaite said as he would dedicate me a leg up so as I can hide up there until Prince needs a bull and then occur down and sacrifice him the best blow job he 's ever had ! ''

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

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

'' Oh yes, on Royal train any route ! '' clit added.

'' But Ted said, '' cinder protested.

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

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

'' What ? '' clitoris asked.

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

'' You did n't cave in him shove along job as well did you ? '' Buttons asked.

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

'' That makes it all aright then, '' push exclaimed sarcastically.

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

'' That 's not bonnie, he 's got hot running water system at station. '' button explained, `` We only got stale ! ``

'' butler airstream and he 's only got cold, '' clinker protested.

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

'' Only you and butler, and fish man and Ted of course. '' cinder said, `` Why ?

Buttons shook his head and wandered off.

cinder was really annoyed and as soon as she had her piece of moolah and dripping she grabbed her shawl and set off into the pouring rain towards Saddleworth Midland station where she found Ted talking to Ernie Grimsdale guard of the 11.30 local anaesthetic train to Bradford.

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

'' bog on gearing, '' Ernie laughed, `` Not on this one they do n't. ``

'' royal caravan ! '' Cinders exclaimed, `` Buttons said Royal railroad train has bog on it. ``

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

'' prevaricator ! '' Cinders snapped, `` You 're in it together. ``

'' What ? '' Ernie demanded.

'' You just want free blow task ! '' she hissed.

'' He wants to a greater extent than nose candy problem miss, '' Ernie laughed, `` You want to watch yourself ! ``

Ted blushed ruby, `` Look, I still do n't think royal railroad train has a bog on it, '' he said, `` I likes you Cinders, I ent trying to con you. ``

'' You 're low-toned 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 estimable you are at blow occupation. ``

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

'' So you said Ted, '' Ernie agreed, `` Eh up it 's twenty dollar bill to, time we buggered off, '' he said and he waved his flag and blew his 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. ``

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

'' In your dreams, retard ! '' Cinders said and she stormed off with her clog clattering on the street.

Ted went back to the waiting room and put his feet up for a second as he had been on tariff since four that morn and wasn't due to wind up until the ten o'clock from Battersby arrived around midnight.

George V capital of Virginia the station agent wandered in, `` Oi you lazy pillock, there 's cleaning to be done, '' he cried, `` You ask that girl of yours about giving me a bump job ? ``

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

'' Well if you fucked her ass instead she could blow me at same time, '' he suggested, `` Where 's she wreak anyway, down Graythwaite street by butchery ? ``

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

'' ruth, if she 'd have been whore or summat respectable she 'd cause made a nice wife for thee, '' George I said as he sat down, `` Maybe get thee sen furtherance, have thee own post mebbe. ``

'' I 'll mis her, '' Ted admitted, `` Her beautiful dismal oculus looking at me as she gobbles me stopcock, that long blonde haircloth, ''

'' Offer her sixpence a time lad, she 'll be back. '' George 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 halfpenny. ``

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

clinker was in a repellant mood, `` All them float jobs ! '' she railed, `` I could have charged a penny a clip, tuppence mebbe. ``

'' You always were a hussy, '' Gertie agreed, `` That 's why your father disowned you. ``

'' No he did n't, '' Cinders said, `` He said it was up to me, he said if I wanted to get it on around I could live 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 busy recently giving blow Book of Job that she simply had n't had time to get laid.

Ted were despondent, but later on when `` suspensor '' O'keefe came in on the local anaesthetic gearing from Rawtenstall, he went across for a chat.

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

'' No musical theme, '' Jock admitted, `` Ye 'll be wantin'a word wi'unification rep, Elias Scargill, he 'll know. ``

'' Right, '' Ted agreed.

'' If they 've a appliance in the string then we should have one on the railway locomotive too, '' jockstrap suggested, `` Its very stymy doing your business upon the footplate when ye 're doing the best persona of L mile an hour on an express. ``

'' I suppose, '' Ted agreed, `` Ca n't you shit on shovel and burn it in firebox ? ``

'' That 's disgusting, do ye no know we eat our breakfast off of the power shovel, this is eighteen seventy ye ken not flaming middle long time, '' athletic supporter reminded him, `` And who cleans the appliance, is it atomic number 58 consortium emptier or passenger car and police wagon grade ? '' he asked.

'' That 's right, '' Ted agreed, `` Unless there 's just hole in level and shit bead on track. ``

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


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The menage was in disarray, a letter of the alphabet had arrived, 'His worshipfullness Prince Albert Higginbotham city manager of Saddleworth, cordially invites the right hon Mr Clarence Hepple and Mrs Florence Hepple to the opening of Saddleworth Ithiel Town G. Stanley Hall ,'and continued, `` Tickets one and sixpence. ``

'' What do you signify ca n't go ! '' Gertie demanded.

'' Cinders is eldest, you ca n't go if she do n't. '' the father insisted.

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

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

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

'' Right, get a bath and find summat smarting, '' the founder said, `` You can behave like a right brought up girl for a change. ``

'' But father ! '' she protested.

'' No more rags for you, '' he said, `` Mother, find that frilly lily-white thing she wore at Ada Ormskirk 's wedding. ``

'' That was maid of honor dress, '' the mother reminded him, `` You better wear that nice down frock. ``

'' I ca n't move over blow business in a swish dress ! '' Cinders gasped.

'' Exactly, '' her father explained, `` Exactly, I give you every opportunity to get yourself up plum duff and all you give is blow jobs like a any respectable fountainhead brought up girl, if you want to be a slut you got to play at it. ``

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

'' Yes you damned well shall ! '' he said, `` Or you 'll find the leather of my whack on your ass, '' he said as unwisely he undid his trouser whang and the spate of belly human body it supported suddenly cascaded downwards taking his pant and underpants and leaving him standing in with his hairy leg and rapidly swelling hairy little cock in full view.

'' Clarence ! '' the twins female parent exclaimed, `` You ca n't bear clinker to establish you a gust job ! ``

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

'' Oh very well, '' the mother insisted, `` I sha n't live with. ``

'' lupus erythematosus I fucks you up the ass ? '' Clarence suggested.

'' Or somewhere flabby and warm ? '' she simpered.

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

'' parting us, '' the female parent insisted and before poor Clarence could protest the mother had her skirts around her waist revealing stockings and suspenders and a pot of black Curl hiding her piffling used cunt, and to Clarence 's distress she pinned him against the wall and ignoring his protests stood on tip toe and impaled herself on his tool.

'' Crikey I thought people fucked like cony, '' Anna confessed.

'' Get out ! '' the mother cried.

'' Bloody Scheol ! '' gasped clinker, `` Sod that for a way to make a living ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' clinker said again.

'' feel, I know you want to collapse the Prince a puff 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 station as planned, hide in the loft and throw prince a C job then of his does n't espouse you on the smear you come to the ball all tarted up like some fairy narration fancy woman, do we possess a deal ? ``

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

'' Your mother has more chance of winning the two XX at Lingfield than you have of marrying the prince, '' her father said sadly.

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The Big day came, gang lined the streets, mill proprietor declared a holiday from a quarter to four until half past so doer could se prince close up, and at London punctually only ten second late the prince kissed his official mistress goodbye and headed for male monarch Cross post where Mr Sterling 's magnificent if lop sided 1 cylinder railway locomotive No 2 waited with royal power train, two first class motorbus for servants, the royal sedan, a knight box and posture truck for the royal carriage and three third class passenger vehicle for servant 's servants and supernumerary whore in case any of princes'fancy woman went down with bam.

It all went very well, No 2 whisked them along at thirty eight nautical mile an hour and Thomas More and there was n't any fuss at all to begin with, The Great Frederick North railway royal pub was slap bang up to escort with water press ( flushing bogs, ) by Thomas Crapper in gleaming porelein and smooth brass and the Sterling Single family engine thrashed along noisily with the eight coaches behind until they handed over to Leeds and Rotherham railway at Slaithewaite adjunction near Grimethorpe.

There were a terrible to do at Slaithewaite Junction, Elias Scargill the Union rep demands to know what happens to shit from bog in royal public house and when he finds it drops on to track he demands that the royal stag saloon with the bog is uncoupled and left fanny, `` Why in gods 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 meaning of this ! ``.

'' We do n't want your shit on our tracks your grace of God, '' 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 hand me forte ! '' the Prince insisted, `` Leave the saloon I 'll travel first course of instruction with the mutual people ! '' he said, `` And flavor after the female child till I get back ! ``

Elias promised he would do just that, not realising there were six prostitutes and a rent boy dressed like a young woman in Prince 's private perambulator all high from sniffing Tetleys number four herbal tea mix with added diacetylmorphine and inebriate on Newcastle K Ale.

There was a kerfuffle as the Sterling engine was uncouled and `` Rother '' the Leeds and Rotherham 's newest and bighearted engine, which directors insisted that was used despite the supplication from anyone with any common sense that it was a goods locomotive and completely unsuitable, but it was coupled on, and to the vivid annoyance of the passengers waiting for the Saddleworth topical anaesthetic 'Rother'pulled and pushed the pushchair around to get out the Prince 's taproom in the cattle dock, and then no more than an hour late they set off up branch to Saddleworth.

'Rother'was a ho-hum goodness railway locomotive even by Yorkshire standards and that was slow and it 's wheels were n't balanced so the totally train shook violently as soon as it got over twenty dollar bill miles and hr, `` What is this ? '' the Prince complained, as the gut churning vibrations coursed through the carriage, `` A Republican torture bedchamber ? ``

Harry Biggins driving 'Rother'did his adept 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 regular caravan locomotive engine let alone make up any persona of the lost hour.

'' Oh my innards ! '' the prince cried, but decorum prevented him joining his retainer who were hanging from the window vomiting freely.

The waiting gang had mainly gone home as Harry drove into Saddleworth with whistling scream and choking black smoke swirling from the chimney, finally Harry stopped 'Rother right by the red carpet which was a shame because he was supposed to stop the Prince 's posture door right by it.

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

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

'' Through, '' the station agent cried as he shot out of sight following the signs.

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

'' Jesus, '' clinker cried as she started to rise down from the garret 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 blow job so you 'll get married me ! '' Cinders cried.

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

He dropped his trousers and revealed a short fat cock still wet with stale cum and whore 's juices.

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

'' You said, '' the prince exclaimed.

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

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

'' Oh ! '' clinker gasped, `` I had no theme. ``

'' And my wife will hold a household of baker's dozen to gratify, nobleman knows where I 'll find a rampant enough whore 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 know me ? '' Cinders said, `` Or would blow jobs be enough. ``

'' Fucked, I 'm afraid, '' he explained, `` Up the backside, it 's considered to be one of the perquisite of the job for the royal household, we have to do it or we would induce to pay decent wages. ``

'' I think I 'll turn over 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 wed me and then when I reveal the tadger they back off, I thought it was because it is so big. ``

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

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

'' He always washes low and sprinkles lavender H2O on his turncock 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 objet d'art of bog roll and a pencil, `` Lavender water system. ``

'' Yes Lavender water, '' she repeated.

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

'' I suppose, '' clinker agreed.

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

Cinders sadly watched him go, her dreams in tatters.

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

'' His stopcock stunk, '' she said, `` I could n't do nothing with it, made me honk 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 poove tale Princess and go to the do at the Ithiel Town Hall.

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'' Oh Cinders you do scrub up nice, '' her father commented as she stood before him in her ball gown.

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

'' Truly yummy my dear, '' her father agreed, `` I thought you liked displaying your charms ? ``

'' Not like this I bloody do n't and how am I supposed to sit down with this bang-up flurry thing on me ass ? '' Cinders asked.

'' feeling Christina, '' her don 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 see. ``

'' Do n't be a pillock Prince Albert that 'll realize her cum ! '' said her mother, `` No if you do n't get offer of married couple from Prince its unbowed round Hepplethwaite 's in morning and let Ernie put you in family way. ``

'' His mam thinks I ent good enough for him, '' Cinders said sadly.

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

'' Yes sire, '' she said.

'' Second thoughts do n't, '' he said, `` Them churl would want us to pay half of wedding government note. ''

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She rode to the Lucille Ball at the Town manor hall in a hired coach and as was the usance was announced to the magnanimousness as she stepped inside.

'' misfire Christina Parker-Richmond, '' the Ithiel Town weeper announced and she stepped forward.

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

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

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

'' And I suck cock better than any whore this side of Rochdale, '' she insisted.

'' And I have some lavender water, '' 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 schoolmarm ? '' 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, `` secernate you what, if I get you in the mob way I 'll get cousin Willi to marry you. ``

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

They drew a embryonic membrane over it, well splurge were n't talked about practically then, and Cinders or Christina had staggered naked into the railway Hotel at three in the sunrise with the prince in hot hobby and had demanded a room, which they had managed to rule, albeit a single over the kitchens, and there four months later the prince finally succumbed to Christina 's persuasion and decided to nip back to Greater London to see his mum.

Cinders accompanied him to the palace, riding on the royal wagon train, and then in a sawhorse drawn cart on account of car not being invented, and was Guest of honour at a dinner in her honour.

'' female parent, this is Christina, '' the prince said proudly, `` The scoop tool sucker in Yorkshire ! ``

'' Any good at licking pussy ? '' the queen asked and Christina blushed.

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

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

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

'' Fine, I 'm headland of the church service and I say you 're married, '' the queen said.

'' I 'll pass it a go then, got any Lavender water. '' Christina asked.

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

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

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

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





Any historical truth is completely inadvertent

Any similarity to Princes or fairy 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 cab in Gotham City. 23 Barraco Barma Street Gotham G5