Accommodating Rapunzel

Rapunzel was surrounded by six of the King’s personal guards. They had broken into the tower in which she had been imprisoned by her father for the last nine years. Her arms had been wrenched behind her, tied between her shoulder blades and she had been marched out of the tower and heading, who knew where. Her gorgeous face shown like a beacon in the evening sunlight with her long blonde hair cascading down her back and caressing her ankles.

With her shoulders stretching and arching her back, the breasts were thrust into glorious prominence against the diaphanous nightgown she had been wearing when the guards abducted her. All of the guard’s attention was focused on the spectacularly beautiful woman in their captivity with her pendulous breasts wobbling seductively as she walked. Her miniscule waist was shifting her womanly hips from side to side and her sultry legs showed through the slit of the nightgown. Her beautiful long hair swept around her body in Godiva-like waves hiding and revealing the sultry body underneath.

Rapunzel felt all their lustful eyes roaming over her barely concealed, delicious form, but she ignored them. This was the first time in nine years she had been out of the tower and she was looking at everything around her. She had no idea why she had been captured or marched to the king, but she enjoyed the fresh air and the scenery.

The guard’s lustful eyes were the very reason that her father had locked her in the tower. Her mother pampered her, dressed her provocatively and she grew up knowing how beautiful she was and that every man wanted her. When her mother died her father couldn’t handle how her stimulating face and figure attracted men and decided to hide her from the admiring masses of men. When he locked her in the tower she tried to escape but couldn’t.

The only human interaction she had besides her father was a young man several years older than she. He was a hunter and brought her cooked meat that supplemented the vegetables her father brought for her. Unfortunately, her father escorted him every time he came because he was a handsome man and she felt a strong sexual pull. When their eyes met, she felt a strong connection and she thought he responded in kind. She tried to send him signals to help her escape but her father never allowed him back.

Rapunzel noticed a campsite on the horizon and several of the tents were flying the royal flags. Soon as they approached and group of horsemen rode out to escort them to the campsite and as they approached the king came out to meet them.

As he saw Rapunzel the bellowed, “Ah, the beautiful maiden from the tower. MY goodness you have turned into a stunning creature. Well, your father is dead, his estate is now mine since he had no male heirs and you my dear are mine to do with what I please.”

The news of her father’s death stunned her to the core and tears flowed from her eyes, but the king taking possession of her estate and her struck fear in her heart. The king was well known for his debauchery and torturous abuse of women. For the king women were an object to be used, taken, bartered and then discarded. Her future looked bleak as the king came up to her and grabbed her breast, feelings its full weight in his hand, He squeezed her breast painfully, nodded his head in satisfaction before he ordered, “Bind her to the wheel.”

Two of the guards each grabbed and arms and dragged Rapunzel over to a massive wagon wheel. As they stood in front of the wheel, the guards cut the ropes binding her arms twisted behind her and immediately her shoulders sagged and arms filled with blood again. The relief was instantaneous but short lived as the guards each grabbed an arm and lifted her onto the wagon wheel.

There were manacles already attached to the wheel and each wrist was quickly locked into position. Her arms were spread wide and as she looked at her position, her ankles were spread wide and locked into manacles at the bottom of the wheel. She was now spread wide in the shape of an X on the wheel and just as quickly her nightgown was ripped asunder and she was naked on the wheel.

The King slowly walked over taking in the sight of her perfect female form. He sat in a chair in front of her and studied every part of her athletic form. Rapunzel blushed and tried to hide face in all of luxurious hair, but one of the guards gathered up her hair and tied it like a rope around the spokes of the wheel. Her humiliation was complete, she was naked for all to see and as she looked around everyone was ogling her naked form and her blush deepened.

The king watched Rapunzel squirm on the wheel and he had to admit that her twisting and wriggling made her taut body look a little more appealing. The king raised his hand and twirled it in a circle. Two of the guards began cranking a device on each side of the wheel and Rapunzel felt her arms and legs being stretched to the boundaries of the wheel.

The king watched as her svelte, graceful figure began to elongate with the muscles on her arms and legs becoming more pronounced and defined, if possible, even more sexy. Her belly shrank and waist thinned, while her ribs lifted becoming more prominent against her skin. The only thing he really liked was the lifting and clear definition of her already full breasts. Her breathing became more pronounced, sharpening her ribs shadows in her chest and creating beckoning wobbles with her breasts.

He waved his hand to the guards to stop tightening Rapunzel’s bondage. He had seen enough. Her face was beautiful but she was way too thin for his liking and the tightening of her bondage only made it worse. He liked big, massive butts, a thick belly and huge pendulous breasts. He like to wallow in his women and as beautiful as she was, she wasn’t for him. So, his sadistic tendencies compelled him to create a competition, but he needed to think about it.

The King raised his hand indicating that the bondage wheel was to be raised in the air, so it would swing back and forth. It was already attached to a rope, so two guards grabbed the rope and hoisted the bondage or torture wheel three feet off the ground. Once in position they tied off the rope and gave the wheel a push so it would swing back and forth.

Every swing pulled against Rapunzel’s arms and legs and she fought the feeling that she would fall to the ground. As the guards left to join their mates eating and drinking, she watched as everyone ignored her, all except one person the hunter that long along with her father was watching her with a look no one else had.

His look was one of caring, of want and almost a look of love. Her humiliation vanished as he looked at her and as she swung back and forth, she tried to look as beautiful and fetching as she could. She remembered what her mother taught her and how to present herself as beautiful and seductive. But his look still told her that he would save her given the opportunity and that look dispelled her fear and hope blossomed in her heart.

Elias watched Rapunzel swinging to and fro with her long, beautiful hair still caressing her shoulders despite being tied to the sock of the wheel. She had been so gorgeously spellbinding the first time he saw her and now, if possible, she was even more enthralling. While his heart lurched in his chest with the love he felt for her, his cock hardened in his pants desperate to show her just how much he loved her.

She was stretched and as painful as it was, her elongated body felt oddly sensual and alive. Her every sense seemed heightened, and she was aware of every color and sound that surrounded her. The wind blowing through the trees around her caressed her sensitive, silky skin and she relished nature’s caress. Her mind drifted away from her predicament adsorbed in the natural surroundings but would occasionally return to the hunter’s loving stare.

His studies of her unnerved Rapunzel and any fear began to dissipate, only to be replaced by irritation. She began to calm down as he watched her, and she waited for him to make a move. This was turning into a different scenario, but one she knew she would love.

Elias had seen beautiful women before, but Rapunzel was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Hanging from the bondage wheel, she was beyond gorgeous. Her fit athletic body was stretched taut, hollowing her tiny waist that flared into her suggestive womanly hips with runner’s legs. Her toes were only skimming the rich wood of the wheel and the strain only made her legs look more perfect. Her firm fleshy ass cheeks were tight with the strain, and they made Elias want to run his hands all over her silky, firm skin.

Then of course there were her remarkable breasts. Her breasts were always the focus of every male’s attention but stretched and pulled high on her chest they were simply perfectly stunning. Her hard breathing made her breasts mouthwatering as they wobbled insolently. Her hard-distended nipples seemed to be pleading for his attention, and if he got the chance, they were going to get it.

Elias focused on her eyes and saw that she had a confused, arrogant and scared look. She seemed to have no idea what was going on and with his eyes he told her not to worry. He contemplated how to get her away from the king and all the torment he knew was about to be unleashed on this gorgeous woman. While the guards were getting drunk on mead and beer he whispered ideas into the King’s ear. All the ideas would ultimately allow him to free her and make her his.

Elias gave her a passionately dominant look, and Rapunzel’s defiance seemed to melt from her face. Elias stood in front of her, looking deep into her eyes. Rapunzel felt as though he could see her very soul, and she couldn’t hide from him. All of her desires, perversions and fantasies were there for him to see and appreciate. The heat in his eyes told her that he was going to make every one of her dreams come true. The fire in his eyes filled her with desire, but also a belief and trust in him.

It was at that moment, bound, stretched and hanging from the rafters, that she knew she belonged to him. His eyes told her that he would never hurt her, only fill her with the kind of blissful emotions she never knew existed. Bound as she was, she knew she didn’t have a choice; he was going to rip her long-hidden desires from her. However, she knew she had to fight him, if for no other reason than for him to earn her submission. Even though she craved it, her pride still fought his dominance.

His deep penetrating eyes and strict mouth told her he would leave no desire unexplored. All her life Rapunzel had longed for a man like Elias. The man that would eagerly take what he wanted from her and make her feel like a woman. She also wanted a man that would uncover and explore her deepest needs. She quivered inside with both fear and anticipation of what this day would bring. As she looked at him with pride trying to cover the desperate longing in her eyes, Elias knew she was ready to discover her innermost desires.

Now all Elias had to do was save her from the despot King and keep him from damaging or hurting her. Elias had talked the King into a game to see who could possess Rapunzel. The King didn’t want her but wanted to watch her being tormented, so in the game Rapunzel would be a swinging target with all the guards and interested participants trying to see who could hit the hub of the wagon wheel without hitting Rapunzel.

The arrows would be practice arrows without an arrowhead, just the shaft of the arrow and they would be shooting from seventy yards away. That way even if the drunken guards accidentally hit her the damage to Rapunzel would be minimal. The winner would be the one that stuck an arrow in the hole for the axel that was only a couple of inches below her glistening vulva. Any arrow that hit Rapunzel would automatically disqualify the participant.

Elias knew there was danger to Rapunzel, but the King wanted a show. He also knew that he would be the winner. He was a huntsman and could bring down a running deer with a heart shot, so sticking an arrow in the wheel’s hub would be easy for him. As the king stood and announced the game for those who would possess Rapunzel, all the drunken guards looked excited.

Elias walked down to Rapunzel and there was fear in her eyes. Elias whispered to her, “Don’t worry I will get you out of this safely. They will be shooting arrows at you but as drunk as they are I’ll bet no one will come close except me.”

With that he gave the wheel a hard push and Rapunzel began to swing in large arcs. He quickly ran back to the King and before he even got there arrows were flying through the air. Two arrows hit spokes on the wagon wheel, but most never even came close to the wheel and none hit Rapunzel. Only his shot went straight into the hole where the axel was supposed to be and several of the guards grumbled.

The King had hoped for a better competition but gave the order to break camp and head back to the castle. He turned to Elias and groused, “You won her and she is now yours. All of her father’s estate is now mine and she is your property.”

Elias slowly walked down to the swinging wheel and slowed it to a stop. For a moment he stared into Rapunzel’s eyes and saw a myriad of emotions, thankfulness, joy, gratitude and there was something else. She had a look that he could only interpret as carnal longing. She glanced at his crotch, licked her lips and breathed harder, with her nipples hard and engorged and womanly scent seemed more pronounced.

He turned to see the King already riding off in the distance and his encampment was almost gone as well. His tent and bedding were still there as he turned back to Rapunzel. His eyes roamed hotly over her succulent figure from her perfect full and beckoning breasts, down he flat taut stomach, to her glistening, dewy pussy and quivering legs.

Rapunzel watched his eyes caressing her and felt feelings she had never felt before. Her breasts were longing to be fondled and her nipples ached in ways she never felt. Her belly flipped and flopped in anticipation of something happening, but she didn’t know what. She could smell her arousal wanting to be touched and played with, but she had never felt these feeling before and didn’t know what to do. She squirmed on the wheel, wanting something, but not knowing how to get it. Her bondage only allowed very little movement, but her hips circled, begging for something.

Rapunzel suddenly sucked in deep breath as Elias’ fingers roamed over her tightly stretched skin. That seemed to be all that it took. His fingers on her skin made her forget about everything. All her thoughts and doubts disappeared as his touch filled her with desperate need. His fingers insistently roamed her legs, hips, belly and breasts, cajoling blistering cravings from her body. Rapunzel’s eyes burned into his, desperately begging for more and she whimpered passionately. Elias untied her long hair and let it shroud parts of her body and he thought she looked even more beautiful with her hair cascading around her.

Elias whispered to her, “From the first moment we met we’ve had a passionate connection that neither of us can deny. Both of us are smart, strong-willed people used to getting our own way. However, I want you to trust me enough to submit your heart and body to me. Your father kept you locked away from me but now you are mine. It takes a strong woman to put her body in the hands of her lover and that’s what I’m asking you to do.”

Elias stepped back from her, took off his shirt and stood in front of Rapunzel so closely that she could feel the heat emanating from his chest. Her face still had the prideful hard hungry look and began to soften as she felt the hairs of his chest provoking her nipples. She could feel his hot passionate breath on her face as his eyes reached inside her and began tearing down walls around her heart.

She felt his fingers again lightly caressing her tightly stretched skin, roaming over her hips, belly and breasts. Her skin seemed more sensitive now and each light caress chipped away at her humiliation and feigned anger. She ached to feel his hands on her skin and found herself pushing with her toes against the wheel trying to lean into his caresses. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit it, but she knew she hungered after his domination.

Elias’s tongue came out and licked her lips, but when she reached for more, he pulled away. He gently kissed his way across her cheek until he nibbled at her ear. As he leaned in, the hairs on his chest maddeningly nuzzled her nipples and breasts. In his deep bass and gravelly voice, he whispered into her ear, with each word pulsating inside her.

“You are your own strong and intelligent woman. I respect and admire that. You are incredibly beautiful and sexy, full of hidden desire and passion. You fill my mind with wondrous possibilities and my heart with the desire to protect you, even from yourself. Today, I will be your lover, your master, and your teacher as I discover all the passion you kept hidden from the world and yourself. Today, I will train you, fuck you, possess you and find my own pleasure in you as we explore your long-hidden desires. Remember what I told you, when tomorrow morning dawns you will know love, desire, and you will always remember that you are mine.”

Elias backed away from her, leaving her mind spinning and her body throbbing. Her anger and humiliation were totally gone and now she only wanted him to fulfill his promises. She wanted him to teach her, to break down the walls inside her and let her finally feel love and ecstasy. Oh God, she wanted this, but she was scared, and her pride wouldn’t let her admit that she wanted this. Her heart and body desperately craved what he was saying, but her mind fought him. Elias knew that was his objective, to quiet her mind, push her into subspace so the needs of her heart and body prevailed.

Elias walked up to her and let his hand weave through her hair at the back of her head. It was chillingly sensuous to have his hands meandering through her long silky hair and she pushed her face into his arm acknowledging the luxurious feel. In the span of a heartbeat his hand closed in a fist, pulling her hair and knotting it behind her head. She felt his raw masculinity controlling her as he bent her head back. Only then did his lips descend on hers in a primal mating kiss. The kiss was coarse and indecent, as it sent ripples of primitive desire surging through her body.

She was hanging helplessly in a forest with a man twice her size, taking whatever, he wanted from her. It felt so fearfully delicious as his lips brutalized her mouth and his hands roamed at will over her naked body. With anyone else, she would have feared for her life, but with Elias she knew he would take what he wanted, but he would never hurt her. She realized that she did really trust him, and she would be the ultimate recipient.

Her tongue battled with his and she strained, pushing on her toes, stretching towards him to deepen the kiss. Her eyes closed as she let the kiss sweep her away. She felt his fingers sweep over her tightly stretched belly to her swollen breasts. His hands cupped her breasts while his fingers repeatedly tweaked her nipples. Again, his kiss made her head spin and her knees tremble, while his fingers electrified her sexual core.

Her romantic reverie was suddenly shattered as two of his fingers closed excruciatingly on her left nipple. As her body arched away from the pain, her mouth was torn from his insistent lips and her painful scream echoed through the forest. Rapunzel gasped for breath as she tried to breathe through the pain, but it seemed as though every nerve in her body was crying out in sympathy.

The gentle fingers clamping her nipple did more than cause her pain, it opened her to whatever he wanted to do. God, she loved this man.

Elias ran his middle two fingers through her swollen pussy lips and deep inside her. He curled his fingers into her G-spot and pounded his fingers front and back, while rubbing her clit. Rapunzel’s pain vanished as a wanton fury exploded between her legs. Her feet strained against the bindings, while her hips arched into his fervent touch, as she went from pain to euphoria with her belly cramping as she fought waves of elation.

Her hips were swinging and twitching wildly with her arms and legs knotting as they took the strain of holding her body. She had gone from agony to ecstasy so quickly that her mind was having a hard time coping. His pounding of her G-spot and clit created unearthly delirium inside her and there was no stopping the madness. She felt her previously unknown climax rushing towards her, like a runaway train, as she screamed, “OH GOD … MY GOD … I’M I’M CLIMAXING … OH GOD IN HEAVEN I … NEVER FELT ... OH GOD!”

Just as she thought her body was going to explode, the bite of his other fingers clamped her right nipple jolted her with ripping pain. The pain pushed back her orgasm, but it continued to build with the pain making it more intense. Rapunzel was being buffeted between pain and carnal jubilation. Her body reacted with hysterical spasms, and her mind couldn’t grasp the intoxicating rapture. Pain and pleasure merged creating an explosion of brilliance more powerful than any drug. All thoughts disappeared from her mind, all she could do was feel, and oh, God, she wanted to feel more. If this were a drug, she would have been addicted.

She could feel every cell in her body exalting the feelings running wild through her body. Every sight, sound, and smell seemed more intense and more intoxicating. She had never felt like this or these kinds of emotions and she was drunk on his devilish ministry. Rapunzel was suddenly aware of the frenzied enchantment her body was capable of. It was also clear what incredible magic her body could produce when she gave up control to Elias. He was indeed her teacher, and she knew she never wanted him to stop. In a breathless passionate plea she whispered, “Please … More … Show me MORE!”

Elias knew they had made a huge step forward but now was not the time to slack off. He pulled his fingers from her pussy then used her flogger on her back, butt, belly, legs and breasts. With his other hand he used her riding crop to tease her clit and nipples; keeping her on the edge of ecstasy but never letting her cum. Pain turned into a pleasing liberation while pleasure became an unending torment.

Rapunzel was having a hard time catching her breath with the constant buffeting between pain and pleasure. Her chest heaved trying to fill her lungs with air, but it also made her breasts sway invitingly. Elias used both the riding crop as he took advantage of the tempting targets with her engorged nipples dancing before his eyes.

She had fought him for as long as she could, but the erotic combination stripped her mind of all except the euphoria. Her mind disappeared into a foggy bank of unending bliss and only when he removed the nipple clamps did, she momentarily come out of the fog.

The blood rushing back into her pinched nipples brought harsh and brutal pain with her feet coming off the floor as her core clinched in response. His tongue felt like sandpaper as it raked across her ultra-sensitive nipples, but his gentle licks soon washed away the pain. As his lips soothed her tortured nipples, she floated back into her foggy ecstasy.

His hands were playing a symphony on her body, with each movement taking her to different themes and tempos. His hands were gentle as they cupped her face, tenderly caressing her neck, arms, belly and hands. It was his soft opening Sonata that had a fast tempo, gentle yet seductive, meant to light the fire inside her. Each flirtatious touch played octaves on her skin leaving behind a fiery tension that was part of the opening movement.

The second movement was slow and torturous, stoking the fire inside her. When his large strong hands gripped her, she could feel his passion and knew that he wanted her. His strong, demanding hands made her feel desired and secure enough to give in to his demanding hands.

By the end of the second movement her body was twitching erotically, trying to quell the bonfire inside her. It was hard to breathe with the fire inside her consuming all the oxygen, but it was pure blissful agony. His hands didn’t ignore any part of her body, as he teased and tantalized her beseeching skin from the soles of her feet to the hair on her head. He searched for those perfect spots that made her want to squeal, cry and flee. All while Rapunzel was praying he wouldn’t stop.

In the third movement his tenderness morphed into an aggressive master who took what he wanted from her. His hands pulled her hair roughly as his mouth bruised her lips with his demanding kisses. His fingers filled her pussy challenging her and relentlessly pushed her towards her explosive abyss, but he wouldn’t push her over the edge. Her pleading whimpers and desperate screams were music to his ears and the beginning of the minuet.

Each strike of his palm against her ass and each pop against her nipples or pussy were like the clashing symbols. Each made her body writhe and jump in time to her internal music. Rapunzel had given in to the torturous rapture, with her body freely expressing its passion as the symphony continued.

She was deep into subspace with her mind clear of any thoughts and her eyes staring, but not seeing. She could only feel and respond as pleasure became pain and pain became pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was free. There were no constraints as her body rejoiced in the perfect combination of painful pleasure. He was merciless as he continued to push her boundaries yet kept her from achieving the release she craved.

It was incredible and special to be taken and used like this. He was teaching her and showing her what her body was capable of feeling. He had understood her fears but pushed them away so she could find out who she really was. He was showing her just how special she really could be, and how much she meant to him. He had shown her things she had never seen and taken her places she had never been. He had done it all for her without anything for himself.

Elias had wiped all thoughts from Rapunzel’s mind except thoughts of him. His touches, kisses, lashes, and caresses were dominating her thoughts. He controlled her mentally, emotionally, and physically. She was at the point where she didn’t know if she could exist without him. He had become part of her and she part of him. They were now dominant and submissive, man and woman, pleasure, and pain.

She was helpless before him with her body stretched taut and her toes barely touching the floor. Her body was riddled with red stripes from neck to knees and her skin glistened with perspiration. Her muscles rippled and strained underneath her skin, glorifying the passion that he discovered inside her. The insides of her thighs were wet with her juices, a testament to the fire inside her. Her chest heaved with exertion, and she’d given up trying to speak, but instead only moaned and whimpered with the joy she had found.

Elias watched her face screw up with unrequited passion and she was truly breathtaking. Her true beauty came to the surface and the real passionate Rapunzel revealed herself. All the hiding was now gone, as well as the prideful arrogance. She was wide open with her passionate heart and loving soul exposed to his adoring eyes. He was right, her inside more beautiful than her outside and her outside was stunning.

Her luminous eyes were sending a message and it was, “I’m yours, all of me.” He finally felt her love and trust, but her willing surrender was a moment so perfect it took his breath away. As he looked into her eyes, Elias knew he would never be the same. Her eyes stirred a bone-deep emotion that wracked his very soul. It was what many people call love, but it wasn’t just him, he saw it in her eyes too.

She had just let him in; she had given him all her desire. Elias stopped and gently kissed her trembling face letting her know that he felt that love as well. Rapunzel watched his loving kisses and felt a deep ache inside her heart; one she knew only he could fill. In a breathless whisper that he could barely hear she pleaded, “Mmoorree … please m-m-more.”

Elias kissed her gently, his hands lovingly caressing her heated and inflamed flesh. Her impassioned looks tugged at his heart and the love in her eyes captured his soul. Elias gently kissed the tip of her nose lovingly whispered, “Absolutely, my love!” He stepped back continuing the symphony. He pushed Rapunzel back into subspace as he completed the third movement.

The fourth movement felt very much like the first movement to Rapunzel, seductive yet demandingly tender. Except now every cell in her body was attuned to his touch. Her skin was glistening and responding to his touch, with her heart needing his loving attention. Rapunzel’s heart and body were still yearning for the one thing he hadn’t given her. She ached to feel his cock buried inside her and to feel his skin rubbing against hers. She really wanted him to take her virginity, make love like lovers are supposed to and make her a real woman.

He was teaching her things she never imagined, and it changed her forever, but she needed more. She wanted him to love her and make love to her. Rapunzel wanted to feel his muscles rippling against her skin as he held her tight. She needed to feel his chest hair tickling her nipples. Rapunzel wanted him to love her as much as she loved him. As the fourth movement continued, she was lost in her dreamy loving subspace.

Elias took her to an existence she never knew existed. She writhed in deliciously sensual need while he teased, tortured and tantalized her. She thought she would go insane from the incredible pleasure, but then he pushed her over the edge. The explosions of orgasmic pleasure were beyond her ability to comprehend. It was pure pleasure and limitless in its blissful satisfaction. She felt like she was floating on a sea of stars with supernovas exploding in her mind.

These were her first orgasms and everything else were insignificant compared to the bone-searing pleasure she felt during the symphony’s climax. Her earthly existence seemed to disappear behind the rapturous explosions that controlled her heart, mind and body. She thrashed, wriggled and squirmed like a worm on a hook as the unparalleled bliss controlled her body.

Rapunzel lost track of everything except Elias’s mastery of her mind and body. At this moment, she couldn’t tell anyone what date or what year it was. She couldn’t tell where she was or even her name. Rapunzel could only feel and that even faded as her mind and body disappeared into sensory orgasmic overload.