The Gingerbread Dungeon (5 page)

“Yes, Rapunzel.” Bettina tilted her hips up towards Rapunzel, looking at her pleadingly.

“Is that an invitation for me to fuck you, Bettina?” Rapunzel asked, feeling a predatory gaze cross her face.

“Yes, please,” Bettina begged, raising her hips higher into the air.

“Not yet,” Rapunzel said, and lowered her face back to her lover's breasts.

Rapunzel loved how Bettina writhed beneath her as she bit and pinched at her bosom, alternately gently teasing her nipples to arouse her and then biting or squeezing deeply to cause her pain. She loved the look of agony and excitement on the girl’s face as her fingers dug into the firm globes of her breasts, and the smell of Bettina's arousal perfuming the air.

“Oh gods,” Bettina moaned. “Fuck me, fill me. Please.”

Rapunzel had intended to tease the girl more, but she felt her hair swirl around her head and sat back to see four or five long tendrils reaching down to peel apart the girl's lower lips, and then slowly slip themselves inside Bettina's warm and waiting cunt. She mentally directed her hair to spread Bettina's legs wider as she watched the tendrils of hair slide deeply into her lover's body, and then stop – penetrating her but holding her open at the same time.

“You look so beautifully naked and open like that,” Rapunzel said, feeling her own body grow wetter at the sight of her lover's spread and willing body. “I wonder how much more we can fit inside of you.”

Bettina moaned and squirmed as Rapunzel reached between her legs and dipped one finger into her body.

Rapunzel laughed. “Oh please, little slut, you’re so wet that I bet you hardly feel this.” She pushed two more fingers inside the squirming girl.

As Bettina tilted her head back and moaned, Rapunzel smiled sadistically and directed a thick tendril of hair to work itself in between the girl's parted lips. As it pushed Bettina's teeth apart, Rapunzel directed it to grow thicker, until Bettina’s jaw was spread wide and her mouth was stuffed with a thick tentacle of hair.

“How is your gag reflex?” Rapunzel asked the girl, and as she twisted her fingers inside Bettina she directed the tentacle to move deeper into Bettina's throat. Then, as Bettina gagged and twisted around the thick stalk of hair fucking her mouth, Rapunzel worked another two fingers into her cunt.

“Nod if you're okay,” she said, and as Bettina nodded,  Rapunzel folded her hand the rest of the way and eased her whole fist into Bettina’s hot and ready body.

Rapunzel gasped at the feeling of the girl's inner walls clenching around her hand as Bettina fell over the edge into orgasm. She'd only managed to work her whole hand into Bettina's body once before, and it hadn't been nearly as easy as this.

Rapunzel licked her lips and pulsed her fingers as she watched the tendrils of her own hair straining to hold the girl's cunt open around her wrist against the contractions of her body.

Let go,
she thought to her hair, and suddenly Bettina's cunt closed more tightly around her wrist as the tendrils pulled out of her body and wiped themselves off on the girl's legs.

“I love how hot it is in here,” Rapunzel said, pushing her fist even deeper into Bettina's body to put pressure against her cervix. She loved the look of pain it caused on Bettina's face even as she felt her growing wetter around her hand. Slowly she worked her hand in and out of her body, pulling out just enough so that the widest part of her hand stretched the entrance to Bettina's body, and then pushing all the way back in. She directed her hair to slide out of Bettina's mouth and the girl gasped. “Do you like this?” Rapunzel asked.

“Oh god yes,” Bettina moaned. “I love it when you hurt me and fuck me at the same time. I love the feeling of you stretching me open, filling me, and causing me pain.” She gasped as Rapunzel once again shoved her fist deep against her cervix. “May I come again, Rapunzel? Please?”

Rapunzel grinned down at the girl. “You didn't ask the first time. Why are you asking now?”

Bettina gasped and moaned as Rapunzel directed a small curl of hair to start tickling her clitoris, flicking the hood and squeezing.

“I don't know, but please!” Bettina begged. “Please.”

“Come now,” Rapunzel said, yanking her hand from Bettina's body and watching as the girl's cunt convulsed greedily around the empty air.

Bettina moaned in disappointment.

“What?” Rapunzel said, looking down at Bettina naked and open beneath her. “You want more?”

“Yes,” Bettina said. “Please. Yes.”

“First,” Rapunzel said, “you'll have to earn it.” Then she removed her pants and slowly lowered her body onto Bettina's face.

Bettina had an enthusiastic tongue. As Rapunzel returned to torturing her breasts, she used it to not only tease Rapunzel's clit and stroke her lips but push it firmly into the entrance of her body. Every so often, when the sensations got too intense, Rapunzel would lower her body further onto the girl's face, cutting off Bettina's air with the weight of her flesh until she felt the girl struggle beneath her, and then she'd let her go. When she was finally ready to let herself come, Rapunzel dug her fingers hard into Bettina's breasts and ground herself against the girl's face and chin until she orgasmed to the sensation of Bettina's cries.

Climbing off Bettina, Rapunzel took a moment to enjoy the site of her spread-eagled on the bed before directing her hair to let her go. Then she pulled Bettina into her arms.

“Was it good for you?” Bettina sleepily asked, as she nuzzled her face into Rapunzel's chest.

“Oh yes.” Rapunzel could feel herself smiling into Bettina's hair. “You?”

Bettina was silent for long enough that Rapunzel pulled back to look at her face and found that, surprisingly, the girl was blushing. “Are you okay?” she asked with concern, running a finger over Bettina's cheek.

“Oh, yes,” Bettina said, blushing harder. As she buried her face once more between Rapunzel's breasts, Rapunzel could barely hear her say “I was just wondering what else you might be able to convince your hair to do.”

They lay in each other's arms for a few hours, talking of the people they knew and the things Rapunzel had missed while she was trapped in the tower, but as the sun began to lower in the sky Bettina excused herself.

“I have to go,” she said. “My parents will wonder where I am.”

Rapunzel watched her from the bed. “Will you come back?” she asked tentatively, almost afraid to hear the answer, but Bettina nodded and Rapunzel's hair gently twisted around her and lowered her to the ground.

Bettina didn't come back the next day, or the day after that. Rapunzel missed her intensely and couldn't get the girl out of her head. She woke one morning from a dream about Bettina to find a few tendrils of her own hair gently and hesitantly teasing the space between her legs as though they were trying to ask if it was alright to do more. Rapunzel almost asked them to move back, but then she closed her eyes and pretended it was Bettina’s touch arousing her instead.

Rapunzel imagined the girl’s fingers gently exploring the curls between her legs, and dipping quickly inside her to spread some of her fluids up and over her clit, and she felt as though it were happening. Keeping her eyes tightly shut, she let her imagination go further, feeling Bettina's tongue flick across her clit first gently and then firmly, sucking it into her mouth the way Rapunzel liked so much. Then she screwed her eyes even more tightly shut and remembered how it had felt when Bettina had fucked her with her fingers years ago.

But her hair felt nothing like her lover's hand, as it pushed a thick tendril inside her. It was more like being penetrated by a rope or, she twitched at the thought, a golden snake. Still, when she asked it to withdraw from her body, she orgasmed – less from the disturbing sensations it caused inside her than what she imagined it might be able to do with her lover... if Bettina ever returned.

It was two days later that Rapunzel heard Bettina's voice calling up from the tower's base. “Rapunzel! Rapunzel!” Bettina cried. “Let down your hair so that I can come up.”

“I'm sorry it was so long before I could return,” she continued, once she was safely settled in the tower room. “My parents grew suspicious about where I'd been, and I had to quiet their concerns.”

“I'm just glad you're back,” Rapunzel said, kissing her deeply. “I thought that maybe you'd changed your mind.”

“Oh no.” Bettina blushed. “I've been thinking about nothing but you since I left.”

“Really?” Rapunzel was slightly embarrassed to hear the eagerness in her own voice.

“Well…” Bettina's blush deepened. “You and your hair.”

“You liked that did you?” Rapunzel grinned at Bettina's uncomfortable nod. “You want us to do that again?”

Bettina blushed more.

“Well, then,” Rapunzel said. “Ask for it.”

“What?” Bettina looked up sharply.

“Tell me,” Rapunzel said, sitting back into a chair with a deep grin on her face. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Bettina blushed again. “I want you to fuck me.” She paused. “You and your hair.”

“I don't know,” Rapunzel said. “I think you'd be making a much more compelling case if you were wearing less clothing. You can just leave it by the window.” She started to feel herself growing wet as Bettina slowly unlaced her bodice and her blouse and then dropped her petticoat and skirt in a puddle at her feet. “Beautiful,” she said.

Bettina squirmed as she stood naked in front of Rapunzel, but there was already dewdrop wetness glistening on the curls between her legs and her nipples were as hard as rocks, so Rapunzel just sat back and smiled and watched until, after a few moments, Bettina spoke again.

“Please. Will you fuck me?” Bettina blushed harder.

“You know,” Rapunzel said, “this time I think I'm just going to watch.”

With that, she directed her hair to pick up Bettina and drape her over the table she sat in front of. Her hair positioned the girl so that her legs pointed towards Rapunzel and then, under Rapunzel's direction, wrapped around her thighs and pulled them up so that they were close to her chest and Bettina's ass and cunt were spread open to Rapunzel's view.

“What a pretty, open girl,” Rapunzel said, staring hungrily at Bettina's body.

Bettina moaned.

“Do you like me looking at you like this, you little slut?” she asked Bettina.

“Yes, Rapunzel.” Bettina opened her legs wider and Rapunzel's hair cinched down, holding the spread and making her whimper. “It makes me wet to think of you looking at me this way.”

“Really?” Rapunzel grinned, and directed two small tendrils of hair to pull Bettina's lower lips apart and hold them wide so that she could see the hungry mouth of her body glistening with fluids. “Why yes,” she said as the girl moaned at the exposure. “It seems that it does.”

For a few minutes, Rapunzel just sat and stared at the girl's open body. She watched Bettina grow more and more excited in her bonds, beginning to twist and writhe under her gaze.

“Please,” Bettina finally gasped.

“Please what?” Rapunzel asked her hair to spread the girl slightly wider and laughed at the sound of her whimpers.

“Please fuck me,” Bettina said.

“Well,” Rapunzel said, “since you ask so nicely.” Then she directed a tendril of hair almost as thick as her wrist to slowly push itself into Bettina's body.

Rapunzel was shocked by how excited it made her to watch the thick tentacle of hair work its way into Bettina's cunt, pushing her open as she gasped. When the tendril could go in no further, Rapunzel told it to still and took a moment to enjoy the sight of her girlfriend’s hole filled so tightly and stretched so wide. Bettina panted at the sensation, and for the next few seconds Rapunzel let her fingers play between her own legs, and brought herself to orgasm from the sight of her girlfriend's arousal and discomfort.

Bettina whimpered again. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please fuck me more.”

Rapunzel grinned, and directed the hair to slide slowly out of Bettina's body but then, instead of just letting it push back in and fuck the girl until she came, she divided the bundle in two. The larger section she sent deep into the girl's cunt, making her moan, and then she sent the smaller tendril, still slick with fluid, to push against Bettina's tight, pink asshole where it was so prettily displayed before her.

Bettina whimpered and tensed up when she felt the rope of hair starting to push into her ass.

“You asked for more.” Rapunzel smiled at the girl's discomfort. “If you want to get fucked, this is how it's going to happen.” She encouraged another tendril of hair to gently purr against Bettina's clitoris until she moaned. “So,” she asked. “Do you want to get fucked?”

Bettina thought for a moment, squirming under the new tendril’s attention, and then she nodded.

“Out loud,” Rapunzel said. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Bettina whispered.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?” Rapunzel sat back in her chair and waited.

“I want,” Bettina paused. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Good girl,” Rapunzel said. “Because that's what I want too. I want to fuck your ass, your cunt, and your sweet little mouth.”

With that, Rapunzel directed a thick tendril of hair to move into Bettina's mouth, gagging her. Then she dipped the small tentacle she'd previously prepared into one of the bottles of a silky unguent the witch had left her and told it to start pushing into the girl's ass. It was incredibly erotic, she thought, to watch Bettina's body opening before her. One thick tendril of hair was already widening her cunt, and just the sight of the other smaller tendril slowly working its way into Bettina's tight little asshole where it was spread open before her was enough to send Rapunzel over the edge into orgasm.