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Rapunzel Ch. 01

By: kitazkitten



The soft, steady thud of hooves on the dry forest floor tapped out a slow rhythm as Duke Jedrek gently steered his mare's reins. The sound dissipated itself into the surroundings, leaving only the bird song to accompany his thoughts. He had been riding for an hour now, making his way deeper and deeper into the forest. There was nothing to worry about anymore, no more peasants grumbling about how little the land gave them, no emissary from the king asking for taxes, and no whispered talk of his own inability to bring a child into the world. His hand clenched around the reins, his knuckles white as his frustration manifested itself. 

Then the peace was broken by a harsh, desperate cry. A high wailing note floating across the breeze. Kicking his spurs into his horse the Duke headed for the source of the disturbance. A frightful scene soon came into view, the origin of the scream a woman of petite stature lying on the ground, struggling to flee from a man towering over her, dressed in rough, mud stained clothing. 

"You there, stop." Jedrek ordered in an authoritative tone. The man turned and seeing the Duke pulled forth a short dagger. It glinted in the pale light that penetrated the canopy of the forest, clearly its owner gave it more attention than his own bedraggled appearance. At this sign of hostility the Duke drew his sword and digging his spurs into his horse's flanks and charged.

It was a quick, one sided affair. The Duke unleashed a swing of his sword as he thundered past the man and as he brought himself and his horse to a halt and turned the bandit was already lying dead, his blood leaking rapidly out into the soft layer of dry leaves on which he lay. Dismounting the Duke hurried to the prone form of the bandit's victim.

The woman opened her eyes and prepared to scream again when Jedrek came into view. The bandit had caught her away from the water and she was not as powerful without it.

The Duke saw the woman's mouth open for another scream. She was so beautiful. "Do not fear," He said. "You are safe, I have slain the bandit."

She closed her mouth and eyed him. Slowly she stood, tugging at her blue shift that she donned for walking about on land. "Thank you kind sir for saving me." She gave him a bow and then she dropped the illusion. Her skin was a pale blue, a nice contrast to the dark blue shift she wore. Her eyes became the color of the sky.

For a moment the Duke was held speechless, his eyes taking in more wonder than he could process into words. "You are, you are a dryad!"

"Water dryad," she corrected with a laugh. "And you sir, thank you for rescuing me. Now I must be on my way."

"Please, allow me to escort you back to your home," he offered.

She batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh the big, strong human wants to take me home....Well I suppose it's all right."

The Duke whistled to his horse, his eyes returning to the dryad as the horse trotted over. He offered the dryad his hand to help her up onto the high back of the creature that loomed over her four and a half feet of height. She took his hand and let him swing her up in front of him. Laughing with abandon as the horse cantered through the forest, the wind blowing through her hair.

As they cantered along the very proximity of the nubile dryad was beginning to arouse the Duke. He tried to ignore it, but it did bring to his mind one other thought. "Tell me, as a creature of this forest do you know of any plant that might help my wife conceive?" He asked abruptly, talking straight into the creature's ear.

The dryad's joyous laughter stopped and her lithe body tensed against him. "Mayhap kind sir, perhaps not."

"Please, we are very desperate for a child," he pleaded.

"There is my tree." She pointed to the weeping willow on the bank of the stream.

The Duke helped the Dryad from the horse and dropped down beside her. "Can you not help me?" He asked. It was less of a plea, more of an angry question.

"How long has your wife been barren?" The dryad sounded bored.

"For five years now." The Duke replied. Maybe she would help him.

"Hmm. You are still young...There is one possible way but I do not know if it will work for you."

"And what is that?" he asked excitedly.

"If I told you that then I would be in trouble. No, I cannot help. Be on your way good man. Maybe the next woodland creature you rescue will be able to help you." She chuckled and danced about. She was already forgetting about him, the call of her tree drawing her home.

The Duke frowned at the dryad's denial of his request. He was not used to people refusing him, his anger flared. Reaching out a large hand grabbed a thin blue arm, pulling her back towards him. "Tell me," he ordered harshly.

"You do not desire the answer, mortal. You who have an evil heart. Does your wife know that you play with others before coming to her arms each night? Does she know that even though you tryst with others all are barren?"

"How dare you say those things." The Duke raged. His other hand took hold of her as well and he shook her hard. "Now tell me of this cure."

"Evil may not command me. Be gone mortal!"

"No. You have no power over me. That tree over there, you wish to go to it don't you?" He began dragging her away from her tree. "Feeling better?" He asked nastily.

Her eyes grew wide and she began to struggle. She had to get to her tree. If she did not she would be too weak. "Release me!"

"I will keep doing this until you tell me," The Duke growled, continuing to drag the dryad's light form across the leaf scattered ground.

"I will tell you nothing. How dare you threaten me!"

"With ease my darling." The Duke hissed. He dragged her for another twenty feet before pushing her hard up against a tree. "This is your last chance."

"No. I will not aid a vile male like you."

"You will soon change your mind." The Duke pulled out his own dagger and embedded into the tree behind him. He took the rope belt from around his waist and forcibly bound the dryad's hands before pushing her arms above her head and attaching the rope firmly to the dagger leaving her feet barely touching the ground.

She struggled, her eyes wide as she saw the intent in his eyes. "No! Leave me alone!"

The duke merely leered at her perfectly formed, smooth body. A grasping hand clutched at her shawl and pulled it away, rendering her completely naked. Keeping close enough to her to pin her legs against the tree he began to remove some of his heavier clothing.

"You must not! Stop this madness! It will not help you or your wife!"

"We are all alone out here dryad and I am willing to bet that the knowledge you hold is not as dear to you as your body." The Duke said, now down to just his trousers and his undershirt.

"You cannot scare me. I will tell you nothing! And you will suffer tenfold for any harm you do today!" she hissed though in truth she was very frightened. Her body was precious to her.

Jedrek leaned forward and gently kissed each of her firm breasts in turn, taking time to run his tongue over their smooth surface. "Not scared?" His hands went to his waist as he maneuvered his rock hard member out of his trousers. "Now the ladies tell me that I am large for a man," he said with a hint of pride. "And some of them struggle to take me. And all of them are bigger in stature than yourself." He reached between her legs and ran a finger along the entrance to her pussy. "And not as tight as you either. So how well do you think you will fare?" 

She gasped and struggled more. He was evil. Her power had not lied. Telling him of the cure to his wife's problem would only complicate matters for the one who guarded that secret thought no one knew. And if the guardian of that secret found out who told the dryad would die.

The Duke pushed his hips forward slightly and brushed the head of his penis between the dryad's legs. "Do you really want your beautiful little body to be ravaged?" He asked cruelly. "Why I don't think you'd recover from what I will do to you if you don't tell."

"May the seven hells consume your evil soul for this act! I will tell you nothing!"

"So be it," The Duke spat and pushed the head of his cock into the dryad. He had been right, it barely fitted into her tight pussy. His precum was all that there was to lubricate his motion as he gave a hard thrust of his hips and succeeded in thrusting a full five inches into her before his cock came up against resistance it could not pass.

She screamed her pain and defiance as he violated her body, the largeness of his cock hurting her.

"Like it huh?" He asked as he began to pump in and out with harsh, powerful thrusts. "Whore." His mouth and hands returned to her breasts and began to lick and caress them roughly.

She was crying now, the agony of his largeness tearing her apart. She was starting to regret her decision of mocking him.

The Duke thrust again and again as his mouth met hers, his lips pressing so hard they would bruise the delicate little dryad. All the while his thrusts pushed her against the rough tree. Sensing he was near climax his hands dropped and took firm hold of her buttocks. With something extra to push against he rammed her harder and harder until he came, hot floods of cum spraying out of him and into her pussy.

An agonized scream was wrenched from her as his seed spilled into her abused body. She cried softly, misery overcame her then. She had let a mortal profane her body. It made her sick.

The Duke gave her a few more vindictive thrusts and then pulled out. Cum continued to drip from the end of his cock and from the dryad's overflowing pussy. "So, you want more or you want to tell me your secret?" He asked.

Spit flew from her mouth and into his face as she gave him one last defiant glare.

"You really do like this don't you?" Jedrek surveyed her. He gave her pussy a quick test with his fingers. "Seems a bit damaged to me." He grabbed her shoulders and roughly turned her, revealing the damage that had been done to the skin on her back. Ignoring it he pushed her roughly against the tree so her breasts rubbed hard against the bark. "Want another round?" He asked, bringing his cock to the entrance of her anus.

Fear of what he might do this time, killed the last of her resistance. "I will tell you then!" she screamed.

"Then start talking," He grunted, not relieving any of the pressure he was putting on her.

"There is a Lady that lives a day's ride from here. In her garden grows an herb that can help your wife."

"Which direction from the town?" The Duke asked, pulling back and tucking his diminishing penis back into his trousers.

"Go southwest and you will find her on the outskirts of the town." She remained tense even though he had stepped away from her body.

"See, that wasn't so hard." The Duke chided as he began to re-clothe himself. "All that suffering you endured, just to tell me anyway." He came closer to her and whispered into her ear, "Well, I enjoyed it." He yanked the dagger from the tree and stuck it into his waist band as he watched her fall to the ground.

Her legs were numb and her body hurt all over. Hatred blazed in her heart. She would get to the enchantress first before him. She would tell the woman what had happened and she would make sure that he was denied the very thing he sought. Her long hair hid the smile of evil.

The Duke walked over to his horse and swung himself back up. "If you have lied to me creature I will be back, for I know where your home is." With that he was off, his horse cantering away through the forest, back towards the town.

* * *

The duke's mood was one of sheer elation. Oh the power of hope! There was a way that he could have an heir, a son to succeed him and make him proud. And he deserved an heir, for he was Duke Jedrek, manly and strong as his name implied. A son his wife would now be able to bear thanks to the magic of the witch the dryad had spoken about. Ah yes the dryad, that had been fun. If it hadn't been for his hurry to get home he would have continued to play with her a bit more, taken full advantage of the situation. But he was home now, the hooves of his horse tapping against the cobbles that lead up to the stables.

He dismounted quickly and handed the reins over to the stable boy. Striding forth across the courtyard he banged open the door into the kitchen where the head cook was preparing the food. Taking a chunk of bread in his hand to stave off his hunger until dinner he rounded on the elderly woman. "Cook, where is my wife?" He asked. He knew the woman's name, but rarely used it.

"Out milord, she should be back soon." The cook replied respectfully, bowing her head slightly.

Not bothering to thank the woman Jedrek marched out of the kitchen. So his wife wasn't home, fine. She wasn't the first choice for satisfying the burning feeling in his loins in any case. He had younger, more beautiful, more supple options. Arriving at the room that the two maids slept in he placed his hand on the door and pushed it open without knocking. "You two, follow me," He ordered to the women he had chosen purely for their sexual appeal.

They awoke with a start and with fearful glances to each other rose from their bed and followed him. They had learned long ago not to protest and try to escape his clutches. Jedrek lead them at a fast pace to his expansive bedroom, his arousal beginning to grow even as he thought of what he was going to do with them. "Close the door," he ordered as he began to pull off his riding clothes.

Soon he was naked before the two women, who knew by now not to have started undressing quite yet. Joy and Hope: he had changed their names too, perhaps ironic names given the circumstances into which they had been sold into. Joy was not more that 5'9", her long blonde hair trailing down to her firm, medium sized breasts. Hope was a full half foot shorter than her companion, with shorter, brown hair, her large breasts showing that she was a fully grown woman rather than a mere child. Not that either of the girls where old, both had barely passed their twentieth birthdays, having been purchased but two years before. It had taken a while to break them in but now that he had Jedrek smiled. "Strip." He ordered.

Still trembling with fear, they began to undress each other. First a shirt, then skirt, finally petticoats and underwear until they stood completely nude before him. The duke smiled as his arousal grew fully prominent, his eyes drinking in this practiced display. Moving to the bed he took a seat in its middle, a finger extending to beckon the two women to him. Joy reluctantly moved forward, Hope a few steps behind. Already the vacant look was coming into their eyes as they forced their minds to go elsewhere during this practiced rape of their bodies.

The duke smiled even more as they approached and lay down on his back. They knew what they had to do, his large member a grim reminder off that.

A hesitation and then going to their knees on the bed beside him, Joy bent forward and took his member into her mouth and began to suck it, while Hope fondled his balls. Jedrek lay his head back and groaned slightly. Ah yes, that felt good. He pushed his hips up off the bed, forcing his large member deeper into Joy's mouth. She gagged, almost bit him but stopped the reflex in time. She pulled off his member and Hope took her place.

He moaned even more as Hope took her companion's place, the two girls had different techniques, both equally arousing. His hips pushed up yet further as he felt himself coming quickly to climax. Hope hated this part most of all, having his seed in her mouth but she did it because she was the older of the two and Joy was like a sister to her and if she could spare Joy then she would do so.

A long groan emitted from the Duke's mouth as he came, his first spurt of seed going directly into Hope, a huge torrent of warm liquid filling her small mouth. His hips dropped, his cock slipping out of her and the second spurt splattered across her face, then the last few across her bountiful breasts as he angled his hips in their direction. Fully satisfied he raised his head up and looked at Joy. "Clean her," he ordered and raised himself up on his elbows to watch.

It was vile and it made her sick but Joy did as her master bid. She licked Hope clean, all the while wanting to die from the humiliation. She knew that once she finished cleaning off her friend that he would rut away atop her.

"Good girl," Jedrek almost taunted. "Now Joy, lie down on the bed beside me, Hope you can stay kneeling right there."

Wanting to prolong the inevitable, Joy slowly came to lie beside him as Hope watched from her position on the bed. She would've spared Joy this too but the master did as he willed and the desperate wishes of his servants meant nothing. The duke smiled again, knowing what they must be thinking, but he had a surprise in store for them this particular eve. "Hope, lean down and kiss your friend between her legs," His was voice now filled with lust.

A look of bafflement followed by shock crossed Hope's face. A gasp came from Joy who was now focused on the Jedrek's. "Do it," He ordered, getting to his knees and moving behind Hope. A hand gripped her hips to keep them up while another pushed her shoulders forward, encouraging her to comply.

"Master, sire, please," she stammered and resisted. She couldn't, wouldn't do this.

This was unexpected, how dare they resist. "Pleasure your little friend with your mouth girl or you will regret it."

"I, I can't." Joy was frantically shaking her head, trying to tell Hope it was all right to do this thing the master wanted.

The duke snarled slightly, pushing Hope's head down further, so her lips were now brushing Joy's pussy. Then he shifted his weight slightly and pushed the head of his cock between her ass cheeks, right up against the entrance to her rear passage. "The longer you resist the harder I am going to fuck you. Start licking now and you might be able to walk tomorrow."

She froze. He had never taken her in the ass before and that thought frightened her more than putting her mouth to Joy's womanly regions. Quivering she put her face all the way down and gingerly licked Joy's clit.

"Good, now put some effort in," The duke instructed, pushing the first half inch of his large cock into Hope's firm butt studying the reaction on Joy's face, seeing if she was enjoying the licking. Oh the humiliation that would result if she did. Hope cringed and tensed when she felt his cock entering her backside. Fighting back a sob she began licking Joy who soon was mewling and panting.

Yes, this was going perfectly the Duke thought. He was both punishing Hope for her refusal and humiliating both girls at the same time. They would be more obedient from now on. With a jerk of his hips he pushed his cock further in, until 3 inches of his wide member where buried in Hope's joyfully tight ass.

"Ow, master, please it hurts!" Tears leaked from her eyelids and she felt shame burning her even as she felt herself getting wet the more she heard Joy's impassioned cries.

"Then you shouldn't have disobeyed me." No sympathy, only lust colored his words as he thrust another few inches in. Her asshole was beginning to loosen around his cock allowing him to begin slowly thrusting in and out. "But since you're doing such a good job," He said nastily, looking at the expression on Joy's face, hearing the noises she was making. "I'll be gentle."

Hope felt like he was tearing her in two but fear kept her from defying him again. Joy felt something building in her and then with a cry of surprise she climaxed into Hope's mouth. Perfect, the Duke thought. He continued to slow push his cock in and out of Hope's ass but as a reward for her obedience her slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers beginning to massage her moist pussy. 


Rapunzel Ch. 01-02



Chapter 1: The craving

Greta moved ponderously around the small home she shared with Hans, her merchant husband, one hand frequently coming to rest upon her swollen belly as she did her best to perform her daily tasks, despite her particularly gravid state. Even with the difficulties, a smile kept forming on her lips as she tidied and dusted. It had been ten years since she married the handsome, if somewhat simple minded Hans, ten years in which she had failed to get with child. If not for Dame Gothel, in fact, she would not now be expecting her first born, but living next door to a professional enchantress had turned out to prove beneficial, though the fertility charm had cost them dearly.

Taking a break from her housework, Greta drifted over to stand by the window of the bedroom, a second story chamber that overlooked the neighbouring garden, and glanced down at the lush greenery of that immaculate yard. It was then that she noticed something new. Tucked away in the very back of the garden, by the wall that separated their much smaller garden from Dame Gothel's was a plot of seemingly newly turned earth that was quite at odds with the mature radish plants that seemed to have grown there overnight. 

Greta stood as though transfixed, and a longing sprang into her heart as keen as that stirred by the frequent amorous attentions of her husband as she stared at the green leaves that grew from the earth. One of the roots had been pulled up, its rich redness seeming to call to her as she looked down upon it, and a craving such as she had not experienced in the previous eight months of her pregnancy came over her. She wanted those radishes.

That night, Greta served a fine lamb stew to her husband, yet sat despondently picking at her own food.

"My love, are you unwell?" Hans asked, gazing at her with his guileless blue eyes.

She quickly smiled a reassurance, fully aware of the dangers that sharing her secret craving would entail. Hans would think only of making her happy, never stopping to consider the possible consequences of stealing from the temperamental enchantress.

"No, Hans. I am just not feeling hungry. The baby is kicking, and my back is sore."

Hans immediately rose, circling the table to where she sat. Strong arms wound around her, scooping her up and carrying her off to the bed they shared upstairs.

"I know how to make you feel better," he whispered into her ear.

She managed to laugh weakly, batting at his arms. "Hans, don't. I am far too fat for that sort of thing, right now. Put me down."

Laying his wife in the middle of the bed, Hans could only gaze down at her. "Greta, you are more beautiful now than you have ever been. Let me do this for you. You have done so much for me. Given me ten happy years as my wife, loved me, and now..." His hand reached out, stroking over her belly. "Now, you carry my child, and will soon come to term." His hand slid down, between her thighs, pressing his palm to her. "Let me make you feel better. I would do anything for you."

A tingle of desire grew within Greta's belly, dampening the folds hidden under her skirts. Hans always had that effect on her, and if the desire was muted by her increasingly strong craving for the radishes, then it was at least a slight distraction. Her thighs parted, and that was all the invitation Hans needed.

His hands moved to unbutton her bodice, baring her ripening breasts, already beginning to swell with milk, and he dropped his head to suckle upon one nipple as his hands next moved to draw up her skirts, so that his fingers could delve into bared flesh. Finding the small pearl hidden in those folds, he began to stroke and tease, until he felt his wife starting to writhe slowly under his ministrations.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, he laid it down beside Greta, then rolled her gently to her side, letting the weight of her belly rest on the pillow as he lifted one of her legs, bent at the knee, exposing her slackened cunt to his eyes.

"So beautiful," he breathed, as his hands moved to unfasten his trousers and free his hardened cock. Settling behind his wife, Hans moved to slide into her, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Greta. Years of marriage and frequent lovemaking had left him familiar enough with her body that he knew just how to move to bring her pleasure, and this he started to do, thick cock moving in long, but gentle strokes so that the sensitive tip grazed over that one spot buried within her.

"Hans," she moaned, hips starting to rock against him. "So good... please, my husband. I need this... harder, please."

Those words erased all thoughts of the baby he was being so careful of in the overwhelming need to please his wife, and his hips slammed forward, filling her in one fierce thrust.

Greta found herself gasping and moaning, body moving frantically back against her husband as he fucked her. The desire was there, and the pleasure, yet for once, it simply wasn't enough. He always brought her to shuddering climaxes, but tonight, that pinnacle of pleasure eluded her. It felt wondrous, yet frustrating, as the pleasure built and built, yet failed to reach its conclusion. Always, always, that craving kept her pleasure muted just enough that she could not culminate their lovemaking, no matter that her own fingers were now between her thighs, pinching and stroking at her engorged clit while her other hand toyed with an overly sensitive nipple.

"Can't... hold off," Hans groaned, a sound of near despair in his voice, knowing he had not managed to give his wife the pleasure he had intended. Yet, his own was not to be denied, throbbing cock demanding release. With a last, loud cry, he rammed himself home, spurting into her slickened pussy, though his own pleasure was dimmed by his inability to please.

Afterwards, the two lay in bed, Hans' strong arms wound around his wife. "I'm so sorry, Greta," he murmured, sounding like a puppy that had just been kicked.

"Love... do not worry about it. I told you that I wasn't feeling my best. I am sure that, come morning, I will be much improved."

Those words, however, proved to be a lie. Her appetite was completely gone, and her energy seemed to be draining. Day after day passed, and Greta sickened for wanting of the radishes in Dame Gothel's garden. Nothing Hans could do could make her smile, yet she refused to admit to him what the problem was.

It wasn't until the third night, as Greta tossed and turned in her sleep that Hans learned the root of her trouble.

"Radishes," she mumbled, deep in her dream and unaware of what she was doing. "I shall die if I do not have Dame Gothal's radishes."

Immediately, Hans' handsome face lit up in a smile. "Oh, Greta, why didn't you tell me?" he whispered to his sleeping wife. "Such an easy thing, silly, beautiful, perfect wife of mine."

And so, he slid from their bed and dressed in the dark, then stole quietly from the house on a mission to get for his wife what he knew she wanted so very badly.

Chapter 2: The Theft

Hans had little difficulty in scaling the wall that stood sentinel between his little garden, and the considerably more expansive one that bordered it, in spite of the veil of darkness night had drawn across the world. A thin sliver of a silver moon floated serenely in the sky above him, and he knew it would fade to darkness two nights hence. To his surprise, he found easily reached hand and footholds in the stone walls, too irregular to appear manmade, yet placed with an unexpected regularity in the wall. A wiser man might have wondered about this, in the wall of a known enchantress, but though Hans was a good man and loyal husband, his wits were not at their best. His kind heart and handsome face had seen him through life, and he was content with what he had been given.

Reaching the top of the wall, he swung over and dropped lightly into the garden. Only a brief glance was cast at the elegant house, noting a single lit window on the topmost floor. But the radishes were conveniently placed only a few steps from where he had landed, and so he scurried over and scooped up a handful of the vegetables were they lay exposed in freshly turned earth. In short order, he was back over the wall and heading back to the kitchen.

Greta awoke the next morning to find a smiling Hans seated next to her on the bed. "Good morning, love," he whispered. "I know this isn't exactly typical breakfast fare, but..." Smiling, he offered out a bowl of salad, topped with carefully sliced radishes, the white meat of the inner root standing stark against the red of the outer skin.

Greta's eyes went wide as she stared, entranced. "Hans, what have you done?" she breathed, horror and desire mingling in her voice.

"Do not worry, wife. It is only a few radishes. Surely, she won't mind, and besides, you need them. I would risk anything for you."

The nearness of the radishes was too much, with their peppery scent teasing her nose, and Greta soon grabbed the bowl and made short work of the salad.

After thanking Hans in a most energetic fashion, Greta sent him off to do his business, and spent the rest of the day feeling better than she had since first seeing the radishes. Yet, as the sun began to sink, she found herself back at the window that overlooked the gardens, at the radish plants growing next door, and the craving began anew.

Hans did not fail to notice the return of his wife's malaise, and so for a second time, he scaled the walls of the garden. This time, only two of the radishes were uprooted, and so he used his fingers to dig up a few more, casting an occasional worried glance towards the lit window before collecting his bounty and hurrying back to his wife.

The third day was much the same as the last, with the cravings abated until sundown, only to return stronger than ever. Hans returned from his daily work to find Greta on her knees, moaning in distress. 

"Don't go back there, Hans," Greta panted. "It is too dangerous."

But, the faithful Hans would hear nothing of it. For the third time, he scaled the wall under the cloak of night, only to find no uprooted radishes. Falling to his knees, he ignored the house completely as he scrabbled in the dirt, hardly able to see in the dark of the new moon.

He had no warning whatsoever as a slim but firm hand slid into his hair, grabbing a handful and jerking it back as the cool blade of a knife tickled his throat.

"Well, well," purred a voice from behind him. "A thief, I see. So, it is you who has been stealing from me... and after all I have done for you." Her perfume reached him, heady and darkly seductive, and he knew it was the enchantress behind him.

"Now, my fine man, you are mine. Your life is mine, forfeited by your theft of my property." A soft spill of unfamiliar words followed, musical but unsettling, and Hans felt his arms wrenched behind his back and bound there by invisible chains.

With a whisper of velvet skirts, the enchantress moved around to stand before him. She was a lovely creature, raven black hair spilling freely down to the small of her back, ice blue eyes startling in her pale face. 

"Such a handsome man," she purred. "I shall enjoy you before I kill you." Her head canted to one side. "Perhaps, if you please me enough, I may even reconsider taking your life." 

Her hands moved to unfasten her gown and let it fall, and she settled down onto the ground, limbs pale in the starlight. Hans felt himself forced to shuffle forward on his knees, as though on puppet strings.

"Pleasure me," came the stern command. "Only your mouth... and be thorough, my pet. Your life hangs in the balance."

Now, Hans had no desire to be unfaithful to Greta, but he also knew that if he died, she would be left with nothing, and no one, the laws of the land not allowing a woman to inherit property. So, he bent his head, finding one of Dame Gothel's nipples and drawing it into his mouth, producing a throaty moan from the witch.

"Good, pet. Very good." He felt one of her hands, then, gliding down his belly, then unfastening his pants and reaching within to tease him with light touches, her other hand finding his hair again.

Hans suckled and licked at her breasts, then trailed kisses down her flat belly to delve between her thighs, finding her wet and ready for him. His tongue probed and lapped, lips catching the tiny bud of her clit to draw it into his mouth. He had always been a most attentive lover, with a deep desire for the pleasure of women above his own, and had refined his talents. Alternating between nibbling and suckling at that throbbing little nub and moving to delve his tongue into her cunt and scrape it against her walls, he soon had the sorceress panting and bucking her slim hips up against his mouth, though there was never any question of who was in control.

For her part, Dame Gothel merely toyed with her prisoner, her touches never enough to do more than tease and frustrate, save for near the end when she gripped him hard in her hand, jerking his body around to take him into her own mouth, there to work his cock in deep, so very deep, until her throat swallowed him whole, driving him to further heights of effort. 

He felt her tighten beneath him, then, growing tense, then suddenly, he was released from her mouth as her cries of exultation filled the garden, nails raking at his inner thigh, then shoving him hard to land on his back, driven half mad with unfulfilled desire.

For long moments he laid there, before he heard a rustle. The witch arose, donning her gown, and came to stand over him, smirking somewhat. "Having problems, pet?" she purred, and when he nodded, she chuckled. "Good. You deserve this torment. It is part of the payment. Now, then. I know that you stole those radishes for your wife. That matters not to me. I was going to simply take your lives in exchange, but... no. I think, instead, that it is the babe I shall take. It will be a girl, and she will be mine. It is a kindness I do, for she will live in the sort of luxury that you could never give her... but she will be mine." 

She snapped her fingers, and the invisible bonds around his form released.

"Now, get out of my sight, and do not return. I shall come when your little bitch begins her labor and claim what his mine."



Rapunzel Ch. 01



Hope gasped and without realizing began rocking her hips toward his fingers. The double stimulation finally unraveling the last of her will. This felt so good! The duke could feel her response become positive as he continued to finger her clit, and as her ass got used to the presence of his large cock he began to move with longer strokes, penetrating deeper each time as she expanded to accept him.

Joy lay agape as she watched the look on Hope's face. The knock on the door startled her and her gaze went to the door which was pushed open to reveal the Duke's wife. Turning red from shame and embarrassment she grabbed the sheet and tried to cover herself as the mistress of the household gave her a quelling glance.

"Husband."

The Duke's thrusting motions did not cease as he turned to look at his wife, "In a minute," He managed to get out. He cared little for her opinion on this matter, he knew she knew what he did with the girls, though this was the first time she had actually walked in on them quite like this. He turned back to Hope, continuing to pump into her and fingering her harder, seeking to make her moan as hard as her companion had.

In disgust, Duchess Kamea gave the servant girls a venomous look before storming out of the room. Damn her husband for his wandering eye and lustful nature. It made her sick. But they would be forever married and there was no way to end his meandering ways.

Hope had turned red too at the intrusion but she was a slave to her passion and soon she was sobbing his name not in defiance but with ecstasy.

This is what he wanted, her pure submission to his actions, her wanting him to continue doing what he was. And continue he did, thrusting into her ass until he came, spilling another load of his seed into her anus his fingers continuing to work until she orgasmed. Her cum mixed with his and dripped on to the bed. Hope was quivering, her mouth open, eyes glassy.

He pulled his throbbing cock from her and gave her butt a small shove, pushing her naked body onto Joy. He knelt there for a moment, regaining his composure. They lay together and looked at him, waiting to see what his next command would be. "Feel free to enjoy each other's company," Jedrek suggested as he lay down on his side, watching them. It would take a few minutes for him to recover and he sought to cover this up.

Neither girl moved. The realization of what they had done under their master's orders was pricking at their consciences. And knowing that the Duchess had seen them nude and crying out passionately for her husband made the situation even worse.

"Really girls, you need no modesty in front of me." He chided playfully. "After all I do believe you might have enjoyed what we just did."

"Yes master," they mumbled, averting their faces from each other and from him.

"Now then, kiss," Jedrek commanded softly, without the same menace. Perhaps a gentler hand would be useful here. First tentativeness, then Hope kissed Joy who kissed her back. The kiss went from soft to more forceful. Hands began straying to touch and caress each other. The duke lay there, watching intently, finding his hardness beginning to return as the women began to explore each others bodies.

* * * * *

Kamea was still steaming when dinner time arrived. As usual they sat at opposite ends of the table, he with that smug, gloating look; her own look was of contempt for him and his behavior.

"Now darling I have good news," Jedrek said, his voice for once not filled with any kind of insult but instead with great joy, though the word darling held no warmth. "I have found a way for me to have a child."

"And what if your seed only produces a daughter?" She would be damned if she gave him a son.

"Then we'll have to keep trying, won't we," Jedrek replied as if this was obvious. He took a mouthful of the rich beef steak that had been cooked for dinner. "Now since you bearing a child requires me to have sex with you I suggest you talk to Hope or Joy about the necessary preparations you will make. I will be out most of tomorrow, finding this witch and procuring the necessary items, so you will have plenty of time to get ready.

She gasped indignant at his words. "Since you want a child so much get it off of one of them!" Snarling she pushed back her chair and came to her feet, intent on leaving him at the dinner table alone.

"No, my wife, you shall bear my child. After all you want a child just as badly as I. You may even get the precious daughter you so wish for." Jedrek replied in a dismissive sort of a way, as if her protest meant nothing.

"Bastard!" With a huff she headed for the door. "Mayhap I'll find my own lovers and get a child from them since you are not man enough to give me one without help!"

Jedrek jumped to his feet and intercepted her as she tried to leave. "You will do no such thing Kamea." He snarled. "Tomorrow I will leave and place you in the care of the girls and by the time I return with the solution to our problem you will be ready for me."

"Unhand me, you brute! I may be your wife but I still have my pride! I will not ask your whores how to pleasure you since I have no intention of doing so!" She struggled to get free of his grip on her arm.

"Pleasure will not be the first thing on the agenda for either of us darling, the child is what matters most." Jedrek replied, holding her firm.

She tried to slap him then, hoping that he would release her. He disgusted her. Her hand hit his face, a loud sound echoing across the room. He let her go, after all if she was too angry tomorrow it would not be easy for him to fulfill his desires. Anyway, he could let the girls calm her down.

"Touch me at your own peril!" She fled the room, upset at her loss of control and at his ability to upset her. He let her go, her mood would have calmed by the next day if he didn't bother her until then. He returned to the table to finish his meal alone.



Rapunzel Ch. 02



It had been a whole night since her encounter with the duke and still the dryad was bursting into tears at regular intervals. Every time she thought of what he had done to her a flood of sobbing came forth, and her mind could focus on little else. How he had forced her away from her home, how he had violated her pristine body. But she had one glimmer of hope to hang on to, in the form of possible revenge. So even as she wept for her lost innocence she made her way to the den of the witch whose location she had given to the cruel Duke. She would tell the witch what he had done, and she would be able to punish him justly for the vile crime he had committed.

Maiyan walked about her cottage, sweeping the floor, humming an ancient lullaby. Another day, the same routine as always. Though many needed magic they feared the price she demanded of them to grant them a wish. She looked at the rows of unusual plants and flowers out in her garden and smirked.

There it was, the witches cottage. The dryad fled towards it, becoming a blue blur against the greens and browns off the forest. She felt the tug of her home tree as she was separated further from it with each step, but she had to do this. Coming to the door she halted and then became to hammer on it with a desperation born from her torment.

"I am coming!" Maiyan opened the door and frowned when she saw who her visit was. "You are water dryad why are you so far from your tree?"

"I need your help," The dryad blurted out, tears still streaming down her face.

"What has happened?"

The dryad balked slightly at the direct question, but had expected no less. The witch was not one to waste time. "The duke of the village near here," The dryad began before her sobbing became too much and she had to take a moment to calm herself. "He raped me."

The frown on Maiyan's face changed to an angry scowl. "He did what?" The question was rhetorical. How dare the Duke harm the creatures of the forest? Especially a dryad. She had heard much about this Duke and how he liked to take what was not his. She could not, however, do anything to him at the moment because he had not caused her harm directly, such was the limits of her power. "What do you want of me, child of water?"

"He, he forced me to tell him where you lived." The dryad cried. There was another long pause as she steadied herself, "He wants a child, but either he or his wife is unable to do so. He wants you to give him a cure."

"Does he now," Maiyan purred, her mind at work on the bargain she would force him to make to get a child. No doubt the fault lay with the man. She knew the current Duchess. Kamea had always been feisty as a child. The Duke was a different story. "I am sorry that you were violated but I do wish to reward you for telling him where I live. I shall deal with him."

"I resisted him, for nothing?" The dryad asked, her tears ceasing as shock took hold. If the witch did not care she had released her location to the evil man, then why had she refused to tell him?

"You did not resist for nothing. No male should ever take from you what you are unwilling to give."

"He only raped me because I wouldn't tell him," The dryad sobbed, her tears running free again. This was all her fault, why had she been so stupid?

"If not you, then it would have been one of your sisters. Here take this," she handed her a cup of tea she had prepared. "This will ease your worry and shame."

"Really?" The dryad asked cautiously. She drank the tea down with the thirst of one lost in a desert. Maybe if her ordeal had saved her sisters, then that was something.

"Yes, really. I have heard rumors about this duke and none of them good. I will get you retribution while teaching him a lesson."

"Thank you," The dryad bowed her head slightly to the witch and then fled, her tree calling her once more. Within seconds she was gone, swallowed by the forest.

* * * *

The duke had awoken early, adrenalin pumping through his system as soon as he had awoken. He rolled gently out of his side of the large bed, seeking not to disturb his wife. She would need her rest. He chuckled silently to himself, as angry as Kamea had been at him she had nowhere else to sleep, and knowing his hands would not wander during the night she had seen fit to lie in the bed, though as far away from him as possible. 

Soon he had dressed himself, making his way straight to the stable where the boy who cared for the horse was waiting for him, his favorite horse saddled and fed, with food for Jedrek to eat on the journey. Without so much as a word Jedrek placed a foot in the stirrup and swung himself onto the huge creature, grabbing the food from the stable boys hands and then slapping the reigns. His horse accelerated away, out of the courtyard, soon leaving the manor and the town behind as it's hooves pounded against the hard surface of the road. 

When the road hit the forest the duke turned left onto a smaller, less well maintained track, continuing along it for some miles before he reached a prominent rocky outcrop at which he cut off the path, the pace of the horse slowing as they began to pick their way through the wild undergrowth. Eventually the duke was forced to dismount to prevent himself from laming his horse, but he knew he was close. Sure enough a small cottage came into view within the next clearing and tying his horse to a tree the duke strode confidently across the rough grass to the small stone building.

Inside the cottage Maiyan waited. The forest creatures had announced the coming arrival of the treacherous duke. She couldn't wait to manipulate this man. This defiler of flesh. Though she herself had done worse than him, he was still a male and held all the power.

Stepping up to the door of the insignificant looking cottage the Duke rapped boldly on the door, unafraid of what might lie within. He was after all the most powerful man in the town, and for many miles outside it as well.

A melodious, "Come in," greeted his knock. The witch had changed her appearance to one of a woman two decades her current age. She was ready to begin her dance of intrigue.

Ducking his head and stepping through the door the Duke smiled to see one so attractive standing before him. "Good morning," He greeted pleasantly. He could be charming when required.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

The duke was not here to play around with words and so he got straight to the point, "I wish for a child and I believe you may have a cure to the difficulties my wife and I are having."

"Blunt aren't you? How willing are you to pay the price I will ask?"

"I was hoping we could come to some sort of an agreement," Jedrek smiled back.

"I hear you are very good at making agreements. I think keeping them is not your forte."

"I'm sure that if you are powerful enough to cure my wife of her infertility," The fault, in his mind, clearly couldn't lie with him. "You will have no problem ensuring that I keep my end of the bargain."

"True." Her piercing green eyes stared into his. "Very well I will help you but only if you give me your firstborn child."

The duke appeared to consider this for a moment. His first born child? He almost laughed. What did that matter when he would be able to have so many more. "That suits me just fine," Jedrek smiled broadly and reached out his hand to shake on the deal.

"Are you sure you do not need to think about this agreement some more?" Maiyan prodded. She wanted to see if he would take more time or even ask to discuss it with his wife.

"Not at all. Your terms are reasonable, and I think it is best if I do not ask questions about your motivations." The duke smiled, offering his hand again. The thought of asking his wife about this did not cross his mind.

"We shall seal the deal in a special way. Come with me," she ordered and headed outside to the back of her cottage where chained to the giant oak tree was a nymph. This one had violet skin and large green doe eyes that were filled with fear.

"My my," The duke breathed, liking where this was going. The nymph looked as delectable as the dryad he had violated the other day, and if she was anywhere near as tight this was going to be fun.

"She's beautiful is she not? She failed to keep her end of the bargain with me and is a slave for all eternity." Maiyan emphasized the word failure. "As part of her punishment, she gets raped by whomever I choose. You can do whatever you like to her. Just make her juices flow. It will be from her juices and my garden that an elixir will be made that will get your wife pregnant."

The duke frowned slightly but soon recovered. This witch was not to be messed with. Still, no problem there as he had no qualms about holding up his end of the deal. Approaching the nymph he began removing his clothing, one piece at a time until a small heap of garments lay on the grass beside him and he was wearing just his under shorts. "Now little one, ready for some fun?" He asked in a cruel voice.

"Mistress, please! I will do anything to avoid this fate! Please! Please!" the nymph wailed.

Maiyan ignored the girl. "Make her scream. I will be inside readying my items to make your elixir."

"Why thank you," The duke grinned harshly as he approached the chained girl and pulled her head to his, kissing her roughly. "This can either be easy for you, or very hard."

She kicked at him, screaming in a high pitched language that only others of her kind would understand. Expecting such a reaction he blocked the kick and pressed close to her forcing her up against the tree, his legs between hers, stopping her from doing so again. His hands grabbed her wrists, folding her arms behind her back before applying more pressure to stop her from using them against him. "The hard way then," He hissed.

The chain and collar that were around her neck, prevented her from jerking free. "You will pay for this violation!" she hissed.

"That's the best bit," The duke leered, "I won't." He slid a hand between her legs and inserted a finger into her, beginning to gently massage her most tender spot to get her wet enough for him to enter.

Her eyes widened in shock and with a bucking motion, she tried to dislodge his finger and move her body away from him at the same time. In response he pressed his hips hard against hers, forcing her back against the tree as he continued to pleasure her. He was tempted to do this until she orgasmed, inflict that great humiliation on her.

"YOU disgust me! Stop it!" she screamed even as her body responded to the thrusting of his finger in her pussy.

"I disgust you, but you just love this," Jedrek grinned evilly as he kissed her again, his finger continuing to work sensuously within her. She whimpered partly in revulsion, partly in growing arousal. How she hated the witch and this man for turning her body into nothing but repository for evil deeds.

He was now rock hard underneath his thin shorts but he restrained himself, continuing to pump his finger until the little nymph had reached climax. She refused to scream out her climax instead she hissed, her face flushed a light pink against her violet skin.

"Such restraint," He murmured as he maneuvered his huge cock from his under shorts and placed it's tip at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. He slowly pushed the head of his member into her. Damn, she was even tighter than the dryad. He could barely fit, but the lubrication worked and he was able to gently slide four inches of his member within her.

She felt her body stretching and she stiffened, eyes wide. He was going to force it in, whether it fit or not. "You must not do this! Please I can give you what the witch promised without attachments."

The duke laughed, "Why of course you'd say that." He began to slowly slide himself in and out of her, not pushing too far in so as to hurt her, he wanted to hear her moan. She clenched her teeth refusing to moan for him though she wanted to. Many had abused her body but none had made her feel like this. He continued his gentle motions, massaging her inner parts with his large cock. Seeing that this alone wasn't going to be enough his hands moved to her breasts to gently massage them, thumbs brushing across her nipples as he did so.

She moaned then. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. She smiled at him. The duke smiled too, nearly there. He was close to his climax, she would be close to hers. His control over his body remained as he continued to gently fuck her, wanting her to enjoy it.

She felt her body jerk and then she moaned as she felt her juices run down her legs. It had never felt this good. She opened her eyes and looked at him, hope shining in her gaze.

The duke kept his own mouth firmly shut as he climaxed, pumping his seed into her. He chuckled slightly as he saw her juices running down her leg, soon followed by a trail of his seed. "Enjoy that, you little whore," He asked, his voice nasty as he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pressing her face first into the tree, whispering his insults into her ear.

She gasped, his words stabbing her to the heart. "I'm not a whore," she whispered, shock making her throat constrict. She thought he was going to be nice to her. Instead he was like the others who had used her.

"But you moaned so much," He chided her, "And only a whore would do that." He pressed his hard wet member between her ass cheeks, right up against the entrance to her anus. 

"No!" she denied but knew it was true. She had moaned. "I am not a whore," she repeated.

"A strange man makes you moan like that and you still deny it, my you are a precious little thing," He whispered evilly in her ear. "Lets see if this makes you moan, or scream." He added, pushing the head of his cock into her arse.

She let out a yelp not only from the pain of him entering her ass but also from the tree bark digging into her skin.

"Prefer making those sounds?" He asked, roughly pushing his dick as deeply into her arse as he could. He could feel her stretching around him, and he began to pump, letting out a slight groan of his own as her ass muscles pulled tightly against him. She yelped again, tears rolling down her face. It hurt! It really hurt!

"See," He said, easing up on his thrusting, his hands sliding round to encompass her breasts and protect them from the bark. "You don't like the pain, but you like the pleasure a complete stranger gives you, so you must be a whore."

"I do not like your pleasure! You are evil!" a moan escaped her, for his motions in her arse had begun to start a fire in her belly, much like the fire when he had been inside her, fucking her."

"But still you moan," He whispered cruelly into her ear. The more her ass stretched the harder he could pump his hips and still keep her moaning. His hands massaging of her breasts became firmer as he continued to thrust into her ass.

Inside the cottage, Maiyan would occasionally look out her window. Melanie the nymph was very stupid. She had tried to bargain for something she had not truly been prepared to give and thus had lost her freedom to Maiyan. Maiyan had a feeling that the same would happen to Duke Jedrek but she would wait and see. Though she had heard a few moans, not as many were happening for her taste. "I said to make her moan and her juices flow. You will not get a child if you do not follow my instructions."

Jedrek heard these words and a hand slipped from her breasts, a finger returning to it's place with her pussy, massaging her clit as he continued to move in her ass. More juice flowed and the woman before he couldn't hold back her moans as she tried to rock against his finger. Feeling her want to move he moved away from her slightly to give her the room she needed, continuing to pump with his finger, thrust with his large cock.

Her rocking became frantic as did her cries which had gone from pleading for him to stop to ones begging him to give her release. Finally, when she had moaned enough his pace increased, thrusting hard into her still tight ass whilst his finger was joined by another, massaging her clit hard until she released, just as his cock exploded inside her butt, filling it with his seed.

"Very good Duke Jedrek, that should be enough." Indeed the nymph's juices mixed with his seed, had run down the girl's legs and were watering the strange five petal black flowers that surrounded the oak tree.

"Why thank you," Jedrek said, smiling as he stepped away, admiring his handiwork. His seed was oozing from between her legs, and from out of her recently ravish ass. He stood naked in front of the witch, unashamed by his lack of covering, his cock still hard after it's efforts.

"I am impressed with you lord Duke. Now pick two of the black flowers at the base of the tree and bring them to me."

The duke smiled, reaching between the nymphs legs to retrieve two of the black flowers then stood and walked over to the witch, still not having bothered to try and cover himself.

She took the flowers from him and crumbled them into the pot of boiling water. She stirred for a few minutes and poured it into a bottle. "You need to put four drops into her wine. You must fill her with your seed. In nine months you shall have a child and I will be there to claim your firstborn. Allow your wife a month and then get her pregnant again. You will have many children as long as you do not cross me."

The duke began to dress himself, occasionally glancing over at the nymph. She had been a good lay. "Many thanks for your help, and your methods of providing it," He smirked broadly. "I will conceive my first child tonight." He said confidently.

"Yes you will. Now go, you have a wife to get with child. Remember, your firstborn child is mine."

"I will not forget," He promised, taking the bottle she gave him and clutching it tight to his chest. With that he left, moving through the cottage and out to where his horse was tethered to a tree. He wasted little time in untying his steed and began to lead it through the rough terrain as quickly as was possible. Soon he was on smoother ground and he saddled up, spurring his horse on to take him home with the greatest possible haste.

* * * 

Kamea couldn't believe Jedrek's audacity. Go to his two whores for lesson. She mockingly laughed at that decree. He may be the Duke but he was not and had not been her master or her husband for several years now. Her parents had tried to keep her from marrying him. Said he wasn't man enough for her. How true their words had been. But she had been young and easily impressed. His sexy body, handsome looks and smooth words. And his touch, it has raised chills. But that was ten years ago. Ten long years that had went from joyful to pure misery. Even though he took lovers everywhere he turned, she had remained true to her vows. Sighing, she stood from her chair and headed for the kitchen to get something to eat.

Hope and Joy knew exactly how their mistress was going to react by any attempt of them to enact their masters bidding. And yet they also knew they had no choice but to try, and try their very hardest. Otherwise their bodies would be on the line. As the sun rose past it's zenith the two young women new they would have to find their mistress soon if they where to have any hope of placing her in the condition desired by their master before he returned. Leaving their chambers they split up to search for Kamea. 

Kamea made it to the kitchen and thanking the cook, headed back to the main hall. There were ledgers to balance and crops to consider. It was there that Hope intercepted her, blocking her path somewhat and curtseying low out of respect. "Ma'am." She said, knowing the Kamea knew why she was there. 

"Get out of my way Hope."

Hope stood, but didn't move at Kamea's request. "Ma'am, it is what the Duke wants," She said, then immediately regretted it.




Rapunzel Ch. 02



"What the Duke wants! I don't fucking care what he wants! He ruts away with you and your little whore friend and you have gall to stand before me and say it is what he wants? I don't give a damn. So go find your friend and go play with yourselves. I have other things to do." Kamea's face had turned red as her volume rose.

Hope stood, withered by this tirade, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. The dukes anger, she was used to that. But being shouted at by Kamea was something new, something very frightening. "I'm sorry," She said quietly, "He takes what he wants, and there is little we can do about it."

Kamea glared at her but after seeing the tears, relented slightly. "Just...go...away. You can tell him you taught me," she waved her hand about, "whatever comes to your mind. I'll agree with your words. He is my problem, not yours. Now go."

"He wants us to be with you when arrives," Hope tried to explain through stifled sobs. "Ready for him to do what he wishes." That thought alone was enough to cause her tears to flow freely again.

"Fine, you shall pose for him and when I make a big enough fuss, I will send you a way." Kamea decided it was time she asserted herself. This was her home damnit.

"Of course mistress." Hope curtseyed again, then wiped the tears from her eyes. "He could be back very soon, and he wishes us to be in the master bedroom." She said quickly, hoping that the faster she said it the less offence would be taken. "I should go and find Joy."

"You do that. I will meet you there." Kamea watched Hope scurry off. Yes, she was going to dictate how this night would proceed.

Hope removed herself from her mistress's presence as quickly as possible, happy that Kamea's anger seemed to have abated. She found Joy easily and the two moved at a quick walk to the master bedroom, a journey they knew, and feared, only too well.

"What did she say to you?" Joy demanded, noticing Hope's wet face.

"She shouted at me," Hope replied, her voice having nearly returned to normal. "She's just angry at the Duke, and after what she saw." Her voice trailed off as they approached the bedroom.

Joy hugged Hope. "She has every right to be angry at him but not at us. We have no rights but those in power always forget this," she added bitterly.

"I know," Hope said, kissing Joy on the forehead. "We can only hope it will become easier." She took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into the dreaded room.

"It will never be easier," Joy muttered as she followed Hope inside to get ready for the inevitable.

Hope stepped up towards the bed, curtseying to Kamea who had just entered the room from the other side. She swallowed as she prepared to tell Kamea just what the Duke had wanted. But no, she was not going to repeat his cursed words. "I think it will be, sufficient, to please him if we are in the bed together when he returns." Hope said, "We don't actually have to do anything." She added hurriedly.

"I know my husband's sick mind. Get out of your clothes. You'll have to drape yourselves around me. I will permit you to stroke my arms and breasts when he enters but that is it." Kamea was going to be in control. She would give the orders and after this night, it would be the last time he would ever touch her or the two serving girls. She was going to give them enough money to leave and then she was going to hire young men to do the cleaning.

"Yes mistress," Hope replied obediently, dropping her working shift to the ground. Somehow she didn't mind being naked in her mistresses presence, where as every naked moment in front of the duke was agony. Except, except that moment last night when the evil man had made her feel so good. She shook herself, feeling so dirty at the enjoyment she had felt and began to get into the bed, moving under the covers.

Joy didn't say anything, she just followed Hope's lead. She was not going to do or say something that would get her into trouble with her mistress or with the Duke. Hope reached out a hand to Joy, pulling her gently onto the bed and underneath the covers. She fought to restrain her urges towards her friend as they lay naked in the bed next to each other, waiting for their mistress. Not knowing how long they would have to lie like this before their master returned.

Kamea shed her dress but kept her shift on. It was part of her defiance. He found her completely nude he would not believe it. She followed the two servants into the bed, placing herself in between them. "Do not fret, he is already here," Kamea murmured. She always knew when he was around. It was a strange gift she had and one she used to its full advantage when necessary.

"Yes mistress," Hope acknowledged, moving herself into position against Kamea. Her mistresses warmth felt good against her even as she fought against what she was feeling. Suddenly a thought occurred and worry spread across her face, "What if he's listening, but doesn't come in?"

"He's not near us yet. I will know when he is a few feet away," Kamea reassured her.

Hope nodded, not sure how this could be, but something Kamea's voice made her feel safe once more. She glanced across at Joy to see how her friend was doing. Joy glanced at Kamea but then looked over at Hope. She was still afraid, very afraid. She didn't want to be here. But she too shivered from the coldness of the room and moved closer to her mistress.

Hope tried to smile reassuringly at Joy but then her face froze as she realized her hand had been stroking her mistresses leg. She didn't have to be doing that yet, so why was she? She pulled her hand away, muttering an apology. Kamea glanced sharply at Hope and then her eyes narrowed. She had heard of women who liked to have sex with other women. Though she couldn't understand why that would be, she had other things to worry about. She could still sense her husband but for whatever reason he was staying away from the bedroom.

Down in the kitchen the Duke was helping himself to a leisurely lunch. He knew his wife and the two girls would be upstairs, naked in his bed. He liked the thought of leaving them there, fearful of his coming. Or at least the girls would be, his wife was to fiery to be cowed by such a thought. The bottle of potion that would give him a child sat in pride of place before him, glinting slightly as the rays of the sun came through the high set windows and glinted off it.

Another ten minutes passed and Kamea was ready to jump out of the bed and just say to hell with him. She looked at Hope who had unconsciously resumed stroking her leg. The sensation didn't bother Kamea but it didn't excite her either. She recognized the stroking for what it was, comfort.

Hope suddenly realized what she was doing again and withdrew her hand, tucking it under her own body to stop it from offending again. "I'm sorry mistress." She whispered fearfully, scared that Kamea might shout at her again.

Do not worry Hope, I will not fuss at you. He is the cause of all this misery. He," Kamea paused. "He is coming now. Prepare."

Joy straightened up and with a moan of fear, changed so that she was partially draped over Kamea. Hope's body tensed as well, but she moved obediently closer to her mistress, a hand sliding tentatively up under Kamea's shift to stroke her breast whilst her mouth began to brush against the side of the older woman's face. Kamea kept still as Joy mimicked Hope's actions. All three gazes were trained on the door.

The duke decided to wait another thirty seconds, giving just enough time for the two girls motions to become really intimate before he stepped into the room. The potion was in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. A smile affixed his face as he saw the two girls so close to Kamea, touching her in that way.

"My lord!" Joy squeaked, stilling her hand and turning red.

"Not at all my dear Joy, do continue whilst I undress myself," Jedrek grinned as he put the cup of wine and the potion down on a table and began to remove his riding clothes. Fearful of his mood she did as he bid. She watched Hope do the same. Kamea seemed to remain unaffected. Her eyes locked on her husband.

Jedrek was naked now, but he wasn't moving fast, seemingly content to see his wife pleasured by the two girls. He took the bottle of potion and poured four drops into the wine as had been instructed before placing the cork back in the small bottle. Hope, her fear of the Duke now that he was here overriding all else lowered her mouth to Kamea's breast, her hand sliding down between her mistresses leg as she knew her master would want.

Kamea's eyes narrowed as she forced her body not to react to Hope's caresses. Her eyes were on Jedrek. "I want your whores out of our bed."

"Whore's?" Jedrek asked. "Don't you think that's a little harsh darling?" He asked but decided to agree to her request without a fight, indicating with a wave of his hand that Joy and Hope should leave. Jedrek kept his eye's on his wife as the two naked girls ran to grab their clothes and where out the door leaving husband and wife alone.

"Why do you even bother to come home? I really want to know?" She felt sorry for the servant girls but not so sorry that she wouldn't result to name calling.

"Hard as it may be for you to believe darling but there is a good reason I married you rather than one of the serving girls. Sure they are good for sex but you my dear are so much more than that." He took the glass of wine into which he had place the potion and brought it across to the bed.

"Oh? Why don't you enlighten me then, dear husband?" Her sarcastic retort was meant to disarm as she watched his movements.

"Because Kamea, you are so much more of a woman than they are. You have willpower when they have none, a sharp mind." Jedrek continued to compliment his wife as he took a seat on the bed next to her, offering her the wine. "That is why I fell in love with you, rather than another. I will admit to my eye having wandered during these past few years, and for the harm that has caused I am sorry." He wasn't entirely lying in what he said, but perhaps only for purely selfish motives.

She eyed him for another long moment before taking the cup. "I almost believe you." She took a long swallow from the cup. "But then again most of the things coming out of your mouth lately have been lies, so why would this be any different?"

"I will prove it too you," Jedrek said. "Name your terms and my actions will be all the proof you need." He smiled at her, "We both know, that for whatever reasons, we desperately want a child. And I think it would be best that the child is raised by a mother and father who are not constantly at war with each other."

"You will not keep your words but fine, here are my terms, I want the two serving girls gone and in their place, two men to do the jobs of the servants."

Jedrek nodded, maybe he should have expected that. "If that is your will," He conceded. "I will send someone out to find suitable replacements tomorrow. And the girls, are they to set free and sent out onto the streets? Or do you have some other plan for them?" Freeing them was perhaps the greatest sacrifice for him, anything beyond that he didn't care much about giving, but would no doubt appease his wife.

"Give them enough that they can start over where ever they go and set them free. And I will be the one to decide if I like the new male servants."

"As you wish my dear," Jedrek acquiesced. Was she planning to do with the new male servants as he had done with Hope and Joy? No, Kamea was not like that. At least not in his experience. He shrugged away the thought using a healthy dose of his own arrogance, surely his wife wouldn't cheat on him. He took the now empty goblet of wine away from his wife, placing it on the floor before moving to lie on the bed next to her.

"I didn't say I wanted you near me!" She glowered at him. Who the hell did he think he was. He had tried to send her to his whores like some pet dog and then thought he could just waltz in get in bed with her and not have her be angry?

"I am sorry dear, but the witches potion will not last long," Jedrek said in his most pleading voice, trying to appeal to her wish for a child. Not a tactic he was used to using.

"Potion! What potion! What have you done!" she shrieked her eyes suddenly becoming unfocused.

"Please, be calm. It is nothing more than to make sure that we conceive a child," Jedrek pleaded, seeing fit not to mention the bargain he had made with the witch. "And I have more as well," He said brightly, "So we may have as many children as you wish." 

She barely could understand him, her head felt full. The room spun and she slumped toward him. Her nose was close to his skin and she inhaled his scent. He smelled so manly, like he did when they had first gotten married, before other things had come between them. "You smell nice," she hummed.

"Why thank you my dear," Jedrek smiled. Apparently the witches potion came with some additional, and oh so very useful, side effects. He moved his naked body under the covers and closer to his wife's, his hands divesting her of her remaining clothing. She rubbed her hands along his body, purring as she looked at him with love for the first time.

Jedrek almost stopped as she responded in this way. This really wasn't what he had expected. But even as he paused he found himself leaning in and kissing his wife. To hell with it, he was going to be with her this night as he had been with her on their wedding night.

"Why are you hesitating? Touch me," she moaned.

Jedrek smiled broadly as he kissed his wife again. Who was he to deny such a wish. He rolled on top of his Kamea's naked form, his hands stroking across every part of her body as he continued to kiss her. Her stroking of his muscles became a little more aggressive as she took control of the kiss, her tongue fighting with his.

Jedrek moaned slightly as she kissed him, so different this was to forcing himself on an unwilling victim. So much better. Unable to hold back his desires any longer he quickly positioned himself and then slowly pushed his hard, large member into his wife's waiting pussy.

She gasped, wriggled her hips to meet his thrust. "Give me more, my duke."

Where this sudden willingness was coming from Jedrek had no idea but he was happy to indulge it, raising his rhythm to meet his wife's new desires, thrusting his member in and out of her wet opening.

"Yes my duke, yes!" Her nails dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could slide even deeper. Jedrek groaned as he felt himself slip deeper into Kamea. Damn this was good he thought as he thrust even harder until he quickly came to climax, his seed exploding within her. He kept himself deep inside her until his climax had passed, wishing for as much of his seed as possible to be within her.

Kamea felt her own muscles clench and hold him tight as she rode the wave of their passion to completion. Finally Jedrek slid out of his wife, rolling onto his side next to her, waiting as his breathing calmed. His hand reached out to play with her breasts as he waited for himself to harden again.

Her breasts were very tender and sensitive and his touch sent tendrils of lust through her. She wanted him again. "What? Need some time?" She reached between her legs and began playing with her clit.

Jedrek smiled. He had never seen his wife like this, not even on their wedding night. Perhaps she would be willing to involve Hope and Joy? No, he needed to focus all his attention on Kamea. He could feel himself coming to full hardness again as his hand moved down to where his wife's was, helping her stroke her pussy.

"You are a naughty boy, but, yes, yes there," she arched against his fingers which had slipped into her pussy.

Continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her womanhood Jedrek's mouth descended upon Kamea's breasts. His lips and tongue ran firmly over their surface, teasing each nipple in turn as he moved his body closer to hers once more, his fingers working harder and harder all the time. She rocked her hips even as she arched her back so that her breasts could have more attention paid to them. Never had it been this good! His mouth continued to ravish her breasts, seeking to give her as much pleasure as possible as his fingers worked to bring her to another climax.

"I'm...coming..." she panted as she orgasmed. Those words coming form his wife's mouth sent a different kind of pleasure through Jedrek's brain. He was truly enjoying making his wife feel like this. Rolling onto his back he pulled Kamea on top of him, ready for another round of what could perhaps be described as love making.

She was wanton in her passion as she slid up and down his shaft, each motion bringing her further down on to him until he was completed buried inside her, touching her innermost core. "Yes," she hissed and began increasing her speed.

Jedrek himself gasped with pleasure as he felt himself so deep within her. He almost didn't have to do any work as she began to move up and down upon him but he did not wish to be a completely passive party in this affair. His hips began to move up and down, adding to the firmness of their now joint motions, each thrust penetrating Kamea fully and pleasurably.

Once more she felt her body on the pinnacle of a climax and when it did hit, it shattered her control and she let out a scream of pleasure as the waves of her passion ricocheted through her body. But a few upwards thrusts later and Jedrek came as well, his muscles tensing hard, keeping him firmly pushed up with Kamea as his second load of seed spilled into his wife's womb. He let out a long moan of a breath, the syllables of his wife's name barely distinguishable on them before he finally collapsed back onto the bed. She fell on top of him, breathing heavily but sated. Her head still felt fuzzy and she found herself yawning. "Good night my love," she mumbled and then fell asleep. It was not long before sleep claimed the Duke as well, his eye's drifting shut, a satisfied smile upon his face.



Rapunzel Ch. 03



It took two days before Kamea got around to setting up interviews to hire new servants. And they would be male. She savored that word. Male. Maybe she should do like her husband and take one as her lover.  The duke was noticeably less impressed by the prospect of hiring new people to replace Joy and Hope.  He was still smarting from their defiance as they had left, and disliked the idea that he would be replacing them with young males.  Whilst his wife’s eye had never wandered yet, well, he was damned if he’d suffer the embarrassment of having her running off with a slave.  Not that they would be true slaves, and that was another thing that hurt the Duke’s over inflated ego, he would be having to pay them a monthly wage, as small as it was.

Even as they walked towards the trade fair where prospective employees attempted to sell their services a grim scowl was embedded on the Duke’s face. Kamea ignored her husband's scowl. It was her turn to find some justice and maybe some satisfaction of her own. The crowd parted slightly at their approach, the looks directed at the Duke strained but the ones at Kamea were decidedly friendlier.

The Duke was not going to waste his time, his wife wanted to choose who she was hiring so she could choose.  He cast an intimidating stare over everyone nearby as he stalked around menacingly, waiting until his wife had picked who she wanted.  Then he would be forced to part with some of his money for the handling fee, and that would just be the start of the problems.

Kamea hid the amusement she was feeling at her husband's expense. She took her time looking over the pool of those who had come to be employed by any who would take them. Finally she spotted a trio of men, all of them very different. They wore slightly better clothes and seemed detached from those around them. Intrigued by their demeanor, Kamea walked toward them.

The Duke frowned, creasing his angry looking face yet further as he watched his wife walk towards the group of three young men.  Surely she wouldn’t try and hire more than the two they required?  But if she did, what could he do?  She did, unfortunately, have authority in this matter.  He’d given it to her, and should he choose to argue, well, he would see his power undermined in front of a large crowd of people and that could not happen.  He would have to pay for the workers and attempt to deal with the problem later.

 "You three. Yes, you three, come here." Kamea ordered. She was practically melting over them. All were muscular not to the point of being overly built but not puny either. Each of them had hair the shades of the like she had never seen. One red so dark it remind her of rubies. The taller one had hair that was black as night and the last one's pale blonde hair looked silver. She waited for them to come to her.

The Duke growled inwardly to himself, moving over to his wife’s side as the three finely formed young men came over.  They look perhaps as fit as he had done fifteen years ago, but even though he kept himself in fine form he would not have been able to rival any of the three now in terms of physical strength and fitness.  He knew his wife had picked them for their attractiveness and that grated against his pride hard.  His mind as ever suspicious of his wife’s motives.

“What are your names?" Kamea demanded, her eyes roving over the three males’ bodies.

"I'm Keyvan," the black haired one responded first before pointing to the red haired male. "He is Nyston and the other one," he pointed to the last young man with the silver hair. "His name is Adim."

"Hmm interesting names. You are not from these parts. Why are you here?" Kamea asked.

The Duke eyed each of the men in turn.  Foreigners, well that just made it worse for him.  He was a racist on top of being a bigot.  The look he was giving them was not left unnoticed by the men.  Adim and Nyston stayed silent, letting Keyvan take the lead as he had already spoken.  Keyvan had noted the Duke’s expression as well, but since it seemed the woman was in charge he decided to go ahead and reply.

“Work is not plentiful where we have come from, so we decided to move and seek out fortunes elsewhere.” Keyvan said confidently, though with enough reverence in his voice to compliment Kamea’s authority.

"You are no stranger to hard work then? And you are not above doing menial tasks such as washing clothes?" Kamea wanted to see how far these three men were willing to go in order to find work.

“No your ladyship, we are used to hard work and are willing to do any job that will earn us an honest wage,” Keyvan replied sincerely.

"Since you have been brave enough to come this far and to answer my questions honestly. You are hired. All three of you." Kamea smiled happily as she turned to Jedrek. "I will take these three."

The Duke nodded his grudging ascent, “I’ll go pay the handling fee,” he grunted then stepped forward into the crowd to find the man who ran the fair so he could be parted with his beloved money.  Kamea smiled and licked her lips. Oh yes, things were indeed looking better already.

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Dinner that evening was met in almost silence.  The Duke had spent the rest of the day sorting finances and making sure various money making schemes he was overseeing where on track.  He wasn’t happy with it, but he had allowed Kamea to take the three new servants around the house, showing them their duties and where they would be staying.  Now he sat opposite her, waiting for the cook to bring their food. “Happy with you acquisitions darling?” He asked rather woodenly.

"Yes. I will get a lot of the neglected house work done and the garden will finally be finished as well." Kamea smiled happily choosing to ignore Jedrek's dark looks.

“Excellent.” Jedrek said.  He knew it was no small fault of his own that the girls hadn’t been able to spend much time on the garden and it had fallen into a state of partial disrepair. “Well, this day marks a new beginning then.”

"Yes to a new day," she replied while thinking, a new day and new adventures, especially for herself.

The food arrived, interrupting any attempt by Jedrek to speak.  Though did he actually have anything to say? He wasn’t sure he did.  He had lost the source of his depraved pleasure and his mind was awash with thoughts that his wife would be looking to imitate the acts of betrayal he had committed.  To get her revenge on him using these new servants.  And now she carried his child there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Kamea hungrily ate her meal, content to let the silence linger. She had stopped having things to say to Jedrek a long time ago.  Jedrek’s mind was not one that stopped scheming and it soon drifted to the thought of the small glass vial he had in his pocket.  Yes, he could use that.  Use it to get his wife into a suitable mood to accept his attentions. “Please darling, wait for dessert,” Jedrek requested in a much more civil tone than he had been using earlier as he stood. “I will go and check to see if it is ready.”

He quickly covered the distance to the kitchen with his long strides, intercepting the cook just as she was about to enter the room.  “Wait,” He ordered, stopping the cook from coming into Kamea’s line of sight as he pulled the glass vial from his pocket and placed a few drops on her dessert.  “Enter a few seconds after I have sat down.” He ordered calmly, re-entering the dinning room and taking his place at the table once more.

“Dessert is on its way,” he said with a smile provoking absolutely no response from Kamea whatsoever.  She waited, face blank as the cook brought the food to the table, bowed and then left.  They ate, again, in complete silence, Jedrek working hard to hide his anticipation towards the potion’s effects.  And yet they did not come, not in the space of a few minutes as they had done last time. He frowned slightly, considering giving his wife even more of the magical potion when his thoughts where interrupted by the entrance of one of the new servants who rushed over and bowed, waiting for permission to speak.  Jedrek granted it with an irritated wave of his hand, “What?”

“Sir, you have to come quickly.  They have just apprehended a man stealing from one of the local farmers, your presence is requested at the magistrate’s court.”

 Jedrek swore under his breath.  So typical that his position as one of the town’s law makers would get in his way at a time like this.  “Fine,” He snapped back, standing from the table. “I will be back shortly,” He said to Kamea and strode from the room, servant in tow.

*********

Kamea felt strange, as if her head was full of too many thoughts and her skin was suddenly sensitive, even the feel of her clothing made her want to shed it and feel the cool breeze that would take the edge off the heat her body was producing. Stumbling along, she vaguely realized she was in the servants' quarters. She felt, restless in a very unfulfilled way. She needed...well she wasn't sure but she would know when she found it.

Keyvan returned to the servants' quarters and closed the door. He had finished some chores on one of the upper floors and had come back to cleanup and change for the next set of chores. He turned around and noticed Kamea standing in the hall in a daze. "Milady!" he said startled.

"Hello Keyvan, where are your brothers?" Kamea was looking at him and she felt her blood stirring.

Keyvan looked around. "Nyston is in the garden and Adim is in the cellar. They should be back soon. Is there anything....I can help you with?" Keyvan asked unsure.

"Yes, I want you and your two brothers to be in the room down the hall in fifteen minutes. I have a special welcome gift for you." Kamea said with a smile.

Keyvan nodded and opened the door for Kamea. "We shall be there, milady." he replied courteously.

"See that you do." Hurriedly she left him and taking one of the secret passages made it to her bedroom to change into something, more sensual. She made it back to the room and casually displayed herself in all her glory, hair unbound, eyes wide.

As Keyvan changed, Adim entered the quarters. Keyvan looked over at him and smiled. "Hurry up and get changed. Milady wants to see all three of us in fifteen minutes." No sooner than he had said that, Nyston entered the quarters. "You too. Hurry up and change. Milady wants to see all of us." All three changed and headed out of the quarters and towards the room down the hall.

Kamea could feel her nipples hardening as the sound of approaching footsteps came closer. Her body felt hot and she wanted that fire quenched. When the knock sounded she had to fight to keep the eagerness out of her voice. "Enter," she called out.

Keyvan turned the handle on the door and entered as Adim and Nyston followed.  They were dressed in simple garb that distinguished their status as servants rather than aristocracy.  "We are here milady.  How may we serve you?"  Keyvan asked as all three of them gave a slight bow.

"What would you say, my strong handsome servants, if I told you that you can serve me best by fucking me senseless?" Kamea purred sitting up so that her breasts pressed upwards.

Keyvan gave a slight grin as he began to feel a bulge in his pants grow.  "I would say it would be our immense pleasure, milady."  Adim and Nyston moved around to her sides as Keyvan came straight forward towards Kamea.

Kamea was positively glowing as they neared her. "You," she pointed to Adim, "suck on my breast." She looked at Nyston. "Kiss me." Her eyes found Keyvan, "let me see what you've got big boy."

Nyston slowly ran his hand up Kamea's chest, running along to the side of her neck.  He turned her head towards his and passionately pressed his lips upon hers.  Their tongues met in an embrace as he intently pressed forward.  As their mouths began to separate, he slowly but strongly kissed down the inside of her neck.

"Yes, yes," she moaned. These two combined were better than her faithless husband. She opened her eyes to look to see where Keyvan was and if he had moved any closer. She wanted to feel his hands on her.

Adim grasped Kamea's right breast and began caressing it with his hands and circled her nipple with his tongue.  He took her breast into his mouth and began to suck it firmly, stopping only occasionally to tease the nipple with his teeth and tongue.

Keyvan stepped forward and kneeled before Kamea.  He pulled up the bottom of her sheer gown and ran his hands down her stomach.  He ran them slowly down her hips as they moved around to her back.  He firmly gripped his buttocks, caressing them as he leaned forward to kiss down her stomach, making his way towards the heat emanating from her moist cunt.  By now he could feel the full raging hard-on in his pants.

She could feel her wetness and the smell of them was intoxicating. "Let me feel your tongue in my cunt, lick it good."

Keyvan slid his tongue along the inside of her slit, going from the bottom up to her clit.  He sucked on her clit, toying with it before licking his way back down.  He probed the sides of her pussy with his tongue, making sure to check every millimeter.

"Oh yes, yes," she whimpered as more wetness came. She arched her breast up filling Adim's mouth. She nipped Nyston and sucked on the bite.

Keyvan slid upward to suck on her clit once more.  He pulled his mouth away and slid his finger in slowly, stroking her on the inside.  Keyvan pulled his finger out and licked it off, the wetness covering it completely.  "I believe milady is anxious for more."

Kamea gasped when his finger slid in and she hissed in disappointment when he removed it. "More, please. Tonight I am your servant," she begged, her eyes on Keyvan.

Keyvan nodded and slid his finger back in and began to slowly move it in and out while he sucked on her clit and tongued it, toying with it and her.

Nyston slid around behind Kamea and kneeled down behind her caressing her ass as he ran his tongue down the small of her back.  Then he leaned back and sucked on his forefinger for a minute, getting it lubed up before very slowly inserting it up her ass.

Adim continued to suck on her breasts, switching between the two making sure to caress each one and run his tongue over her nipples.

The double stimulation of her clit and ass being worked made her heat rise and the beginning of an orgasm started. Her husband was so pathetic. She was getting more love from three strangers than she'd ever gotten from him in their twelve years of marriage. And the brothers were all well endowed, bigger than her husband. She smirked and rocked her hips wanting their fingers deeper.

Nyston began to increase the movement of his finger in and out of Kamea's tight ass, taking his cues from the reactions of her body.  Meanwhile, Keyvan continued his pace, increasing speed only slightly but inserting a second finger.

Adim ran his finger over Kamea's nipples and pulled the gown over her head and off her body, exposing her full glory.

Proudly Kamea pushed out her chest. "That's good, don't neglect any of me. It's all important. Work me like I'm the last woman you will ever get to fuck."

Needing no further provocation, the three brothers increased the intensity of their attack.  Adim grabbed both breasts, firmly caressing them as he stood up and passionately kissed Kamea hard on the lips, entangling their tongues.  Keyvan increased speed, sliding in one more finger while continuing to suck on her clit, playing with it on his tongue.  Nyston increased his speed as well, also sliding in another finger.  As the three continued to work her body, they felt the heat build in her and the hard-ons beg for attention.

"I want to wrap my mouth around someone's cock. Let me suck you!" she demanded of Adim who was closest to her face.

Adim pulled his face away  and took little time in pulling his pants off, revealing his cock in full glory.  He grabbed Kamea by the back of the head and gently but firmly guided her head down to where his cock sat up, anxious for the attention.  Keyvan and Nyston also got up and took little time removing their pants, letting their manhood stand out impressively.

Kamea started sucking happily on Adim's cock. She reached out with her hands and began stroking Nyston and Keyvan eagerly, the thought of all their cocks fill her various holes made her hotter and wetter.

Nyston leaned his head back and let the pleasure move through him as Kamea stroked his throbbing cock.  Keyvan closed his eyes and felt Kamea stroking him. Thoughts of fucking her every hole filled his mind.  Adim groaned with satisfaction as Kamea expertly worked his dick with her mouth.

Keyvan placed his hand on the back of Kamea's head. "My turn." he motioned to his cock.

Eyes filled with lust, Kamea switched her attention to Keyvan's cock, her hand going over to Adim's to keep stroking him and Nyston. The thought of all that cum made her breathing increase as did the speed of her stroking and sucking.

Keyvan felt as though he was on the edge of climax, not knowing how much longer he would last.  Nyston, not wanting to be left out, grabbed Kamea gently by her hair.  "Don't forget me."

She gave Keyvan a coy smile before her mouth slowly slid from his cock and easily moved down Nyston. She continued her stroking assault on Adim as her free hand went up and down Keyvan's. She was moaning in earnest, her nipples erect and her juices slowly running down her leg in anticipation of the fucking she knew was close at hand.

Adim let out a groan a split-second before Nyston did the same.  Keyvan moaned.  "I'm not going to last any longer." Almost on cue, the three let loose, with a torrent of cum.

Eagerly she opened her mouth, lapping it mid-air, letting it fall on her body, covering her as she gloried in it.

Keyvan smiled widely as he looked at Kamea covered with the cum from the three brothers.  His cock immediately got hard again.  He leaned down to help her up and led her to the bed.  "I hope the appetizer did not fill you up.  The main course is just about ready to start."  He sat down on the end of the bed, his cock sitting up as big as before.  Adim and Nyston followed.

"I always have room for more. Very LARGE appetite in fact," Kamea purred as she slid her hands up Keyvan's thighs, pausing to lick his dick. She straddled him and then started sliding herself down his cock. She managed to get halfway down before she had to pause. He was larger and longer than her husband. Carefully she moved up and down and the friction was great. She immediately started getting wet again. "You're so big, thick and I love it!"

"Mmmm!  You feel so good." he said with a grin.  "I hope milady does not intend to walk for a few days, because you may not be able to after we finish."  By the time the last word came out, Nyston had grabbed Kamea from behind and slowly and carefully penetrated her ass with his long, hard cock.

Kamea cried out in surprise but with both men filling her two holes she felt so full..."Mmmm, it'll be worth it," she purred and pointedly eyed Adim's cock. "Let me suck you while they fuck me."

Adim didn't even bother to nod and hurriedly sat his rigid member within reach of Kamea's mouth and placed his hand on her head as she took him in. 

And so she rode them and sucked all three, her body building up until she screamed her orgasm into Adim's cock.

Her body temporarily limp from the orgasm, Keyvan cleared his throat.  "We are not finished yet milady."  He helped her up as Adim leaned against the wall, his cock at attention for more.  Nyston guided her over and lifted her up off the ground and slowly slid her down on his cock.  After doing so, he allowed Adim to slide his cock into her ass.  Keyvan leaned against the wall and slowly stroked his cock as the two worked Kamea into position.

She thought she was done until Nyston and Adim slid into her and once again that unholy heat lit her body up and she fucked the two men with wild abandon, once again finding her release, this time giving voice to her pleasure.




Rapunzel Ch. 03



Both Adim and Nyston pulled out and sat Kamea back down on her feet.  Adim went and sat down on the bed.  "My turn, milady."

"One more ride, I'm going to mark you," she growled happily as she sashayed over to him, her eyes filled with passion, her nipples erect. Maybe this time she would be sated.

As Kamea's soaked cunt swallowed Adim's cock, Nyston came around to the side of the bed.  "If milady would do me the pleasure of sucking my cock one more time?" he said setting his dick in reach of her mouth.

Eagerly she took his cock in her mouth, licking, nibbling, sucking, stroking...she did it all. Jedrek would never be able to top this. Ever. She finally felt wanted and used and it wasn't by her pathetic excuse of a husband.

As Kamea worked both Adim and Nyston's cocks, Keyvan came in from behind and grasping her ass, spread her cheeks slightly.  "This may be a little tight, milady, being bigger than my brothers."  He slowly entered her ass and took his time until he was in.

She felt a little pain but it was welcome as it brought her pleasure to another level. "Yes, Keyvan! Yes!" she cried.

The three brothers pumped each and every one of Kamea's holes until they could go no further.  First came Adim, followed by Nyston and lastly Keyvan, filling each of her holes with the fruit of their joyous labor.

Finally Kamea collapsed on to Adim, thoroughly spent and sated. "Thank you," she murmured, taking a moment to kiss Adim. She tried to stifle a yawn. "Now, out you three. Go clean up and take the rest of the day off. I need to rest." She nipped Adim and rolled off his body.

The three got up and dressed, exiting the room with smiles on their faces.  The closed the door behind them and headed to their quarters.

Kamea sleepily watched them go before grabbing a pillow and falling asleep, her body still sticky with their fluids and the scent of sex in the air.