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Authors: Elizabeth Thorne

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“I wonder what it feels like,” she said, looking at Bettina's body held open in front of her, all her holes filled with thick ropes of gold, “to have a living creature moving deep inside you, writhing like a snake.”

Bettina screamed in horror and arousal as the thick tendrils started to move and turn inside of her, the one in her mouth petting at her soft palate, the two in her ass and cunt pushing against each other and then moving apart as the fourth still vibrated against her clit. Rapunzel watched them stretching her holes and moving inside her skin, and could see Bettina's lower muscles clenching around them in orgasm even as she screamed around the tentacle in her mouth.

Rapunzel sat back to enjoy the show, getting off on the sounds of the muffled screams and the sight of Bettina being viciously fucked in every orifice. After a particularly intense scream, she stilled her hair and heard Bettina whimper. Not being able to tell if the sound was disappointment or relief, she stood up and walked over to look in Bettina's eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, and she grinned as Bettina hesitated and then shook her head.

Walking back to her seat between Bettina's legs, Rapunzel used her finger to spread the girl’s inner lips open further and then directed the tendrils of hair that had been doing that job to add themselves to the thick curl that was already lodged deep within the girl’s cunt. Watching from only a few centimeters away she directed more and more tendrils of hair to join them until Bettina's skin was stretched so tight she was afraid it might tear.

“What would it be like for you,” Rapunzel wondered aloud, “if I made you come around something that big.”

Bettina whimpered.

“Would it hurt?” Rapunzel asked, breathing onto the girl's clitoris but not making any contact.

Bettina whimpered again.

“Could you even manage it?”

Bettina's body started to shake beneath her as Rapunzel said, “I think I should find out.” She lowered her mouth to suck the girl's clitoris between her lips.

This time Bettina's scream was so loud the tentacle in her mouth withdrew, and Rapunzel heard her screaming, “Oh gods! Yes! It hurts! Yes! I love it yes!” as she climaxed around the thick, rough rope of hair.

As Bettina's body relaxed, Rapunzel sat back in her chair, and directed the tendril that was stretching open her cunt to start withdrawing a few strands of hair at a time. The tickling sensations of the individual hairs pulling out of her body sent Bettina into a state of continuous orgasm as the gold rope slowly shrank inside her, and Rapunzel watched in satisfaction until Bettina's body was finally clenching around empty air.

Rapunzel moved her fingers to the space between Bettina's legs and the girl whimpered. “No more, please. I can't take any more orgasms.”

“Have you forgotten, Bettina?” Rapunzel asked. “That part of me is still inside you?” She made the thin tendril of hair that was still embedded deep within Bettina's ass push a little deeper. “Don't you want to enjoy it when it comes out?”

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” Bettina cried.

“I could always leave it in, I suppose.” Rapunzel smiled at Bettina's distress as she made the tentacle of hair writhe a little more. “I could wait to take it out until you come down.”

“No!” Bettina shook her head.

“Then you want it out now?” Rapunzel asked.

Bettina nodded and shook her head at the same time.

“You don't seem too sure,” Rapunzel said. “So, I'd best take my time.”  Then, she sat back and watched as the tendril slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragged itself out of Bettina's ass.

Once the girl's resulting orgasm stopped, Rapunzel released her limbs from their bondage and let her close her legs before picking Bettina up and moving her onto the bed.

She wrapped herself around the girl, petting her and cuddling her until Bettina started to relax and stretched up to whisper something she couldn't quite make out into her ear. “What was that?” Rapunzel asked.

“Thank you.” Bettina repeated. She snuggled deeply into Rapunzel's arms for a few minutes and then continued. “I don't know how often I could take something as intense as that, but it was amazing.”

“It was amazing for me too, sweetheart.” Rapunzel looked down at Bettina's happy face. “The way you looked, all spread open like that, stretched and filled and fucked... I've never seen anything so beautiful.”

“Mmmm.” Bettina smiled up at her. “Would you like to be fucked?”

“Not like that,” Rapunzel said. “I'd much rather be in control.”

“How about like this?” Bettina asked, and then she rolled over on top of Rapunzel and began to kiss her.

“This,” Rapunzel said, as Bettina moved down to gently suck one of her nipples into her mouth, “I actually quite like.”

“And this?” Bettina asked, pushing two fingers deep into Rapunzel's body and using a third to rub gently at the top of the triangle between her legs.

“That,” Rapunzel said, relishing the sight of Bettina's mouth against her breast and the sensation of her fingers between her legs, “I love.” With a sigh, she let herself give in to an orgasm at her lover’s hands – the release she'd dreamt of only a few nights before. 

They lay quietly in each other's arms for a few moments, relishing in the comfort of each other's presence, but it was soon once again time for Bettina to leave the tower and return to her normal life. Hating to see her go, Rapunzel went with her to the tower window, and watched as her hair gently wrapped around Bettina's waist and lifted her outside.

Not quite ready to have her leave, Rapunzel leaned towards Bettina to kiss her goodbye where she perched on her hair outside the window ledge, and when they came up for air she realized her head was outside the window.

“What on earth?” she said, looking around in awe.

It took Bettina a moment to realize why Rapunzel was so surprised, and then she looked at her questioningly. “What exactly were the conditions that Margaret said would set you free? I thought you told me that you had to make a man fall in love with you to escape.”

Rapunzel thought back. “She said that I had to embrace my femininity or no man would ever love me, but…” Her face lit up. “I think that the actual condition was that I had to be saved by someone who loved me truly.”

Bettina blushed and turned her head to look out at the distant trees. “So where are you going to go now that you’re free?”

Rapunzel put a finger under Bettina’s chin and turned her face back to meet her own. “I don’t know,” she said. “Where can I convince you to go with me?”

“Maybe,” Bettina smiled, “we should just start walking and hope that we’ll figure it out when we get there.”

“I love you too, you know,” Rapunzel said, one of her curls gently stroking Bettina’s cheek.

“I was beginning to figure that out.”

Rapunzel used her hair to lower Bettina to the ground, and then she anchored the tendrils to the heaviest object in the room - the wardrobe – and slowly lowered herself. When she was about a meter off the ground, however, she heard a snap. As she tumbled onto the grass, she felt a soft fall against her and opened her eyes to see her body covered in a thick pile of golden hair – hair that was quiet and still. Looking up at where the tower had been, only moments before, she saw only empty sky.

“Are you alright?” Bettina hurried over and began running her hands over Rapunzel’s body to see if anything was broken.

“I’m fine,” Rapunzel said. “I’m fine.”

As Rapunzel stood up and shook herself off, she noticed that her head felt lighter than it had in more than a year. Running her fingers over her scalp, she discovered that her hair was once again in the short boyish cut she preferred, just as it had been the last time she was free.

For a moment, Rapunzel missed the comforting weight of the tendrils moving against her body and felt startlingly and incredibly alone. But then Bettina grabbed her hand and grinned, and, as they walked together into the forest, Rapunzel realized she would never be alone again.

--THE END--

 

Discipline

 

When people first looked at Anna, all they saw was cute. Barely topping five feet, the petite blonde had a heart shaped face and a slender figure that gave an impression of youth and innocence… an impression that was an absolute lie.

Anna, to everyone who knew her, was the trouble that comes in small packages. The chiming tones of her girlish laugh had been known to send half the regular patrons of The Satyr’s Staff running from the club at full speed, while the rest flocked towards the sound like moths being drawn to a flame.

It wasn’t that Anna was mean. It was just that the things that amused her had a horrible tendency to lead to property destruction and injury to innocent bystanders. The only reason that the bar’s owners hadn’t banned her long since was that her escapades had become something of a draw for new clientele. Sure there were long gouges in the wall from the infamous knife throwing scene, but people who had heard about it from the regulars kept coming in, hoping there would be a reenactment.  And losing a few glasses every time a new admirer tried to impress Anna with his bullwhip skills, was a small price to pay for the impressive amounts that most of the male patrons would distractedly imbibe while they watched her curvaceous body squirm.

Patrons of The Staff enjoyed seeing beautiful, naked bodies spread open and suffering, and there was no question that Anna delivered the view they desired in spades. Underneath her demure gowns and sweet face, Anna had a body that could only be described as smoking hot and an appetite for sex and pain that often took several enthusiastic accomplices to fulfill.

 Her scenes regularly brought down the house, but the Staff’s owners were usually happy to eat the cost of any minor damage she caused in the name of increased receipts. However, fire play and thatched roofs really don’t mix, and the night she managed to burn down the North Wing they showed her, permanently, to what remained of the door.

That was when Anna discovered that she had developed a reputation. The bouncer at The Crop & Collar wouldn’t even let her into the building. The bartender at the Whip & Whisky kicked her out after, on her second night there, she tried to convince a group of off-duty guardsmen to take her on the bar, in order of rank, and caused a riot when a sergeant tried to leap a place in line. The Mine Shaft actually established a perimeter after they caught her trying to sneak in dressed as a dwarf.

All of which explains how Anna finally found herself at the entrance to The Rampant Eagle arguing with a grizzly older man wearing coarse blue linen trousers and a black leather vest that did nothing to conceal the thick muscles of his large, furry chest.

“Look Goldie,” he said, scowling down at the young woman who didn’t even stand as high as his chin, “this is a bar for men. Little blonde things like you don’t belong here. You’d get eaten alive.”

“Sounds delightful,” Anna smiled up at him winsomely. “Where do I sign up?”

“Well you are a feisty little thing, I’ll admit, Goldie,” he said, “but you don’t belong here, so you should really move along.”

“Is there a rule against women entering the bar?”

“No,” the big man said. “They just never do.”

“So I could go in if I really wanted to?”

“I suppose, but I don’t know why you would.” He sighed. “You wouldn’t fit in, Goldie. You’d be the only woman there and most of the men who come here… well, they wouldn’t be interested in a little bit of a thing like you.”

“Too short?” said Anna, staring up at his impressive height.

“Too female,” the man responded firmly.

“Oh.” Anna felt a grin starting to stretch across her face. She liked a challenge, and she’d always wondered what it might be like to play with someone who wasn’t sexually interested in women.

“Um...” The man looked surprised to find himself stepping back from a girl whom he could have picked up with one hand, but step back he did as Anna bounced up to give him a firm kiss on the cheek and then opened the brass-bound oak door to step inside.

Waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, Anna was overwhelmed by the scents of smoke, leather, and sex. They spoke to something deep inside of her, and she felt herself growing liquid just imagining what the space she had walked into might contain.

As she slowly became equilibrated, Anna became aware that she was, in fact, the only woman standing in the large rectangular room. To her right was a bar, primarily populated by large, hairy masculine men nudging each other and giving her questioning looks that made her think fondly of the bouncer outside. To her left, down some steps, were groups of men at play.

She stopped and stared where she stood at the sight of a tall young man bound to a large wooden frame, being ecstatically beaten from both the front and back by two men wearing what seemed to be the bar’s uniform of black leather over bare skin. Off to the side, a group of older men were calling out suggestions with their feet propped up on the backs of the muscular, bound and gagged bodies on hands and knees in front of them.

As her eyes looked deeper into the room, she saw a handsome, barrel-chested red-head shoving his thick, furry cock down the throat of a man strapped down on his back to a tall bench, while another man fucked the bound man’s ass and worked him with his fist, but as she moved forward to look closer she found her pathway blocked by a large, muscular dark-skinned arm.

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