Rapunzels dirty game.

I stroke my fingers down his long, thick hard cock. And then I repeat the action. Again and again. Each time gaining just a little bit more pressure. On the thirteenth stroke he moans, earning himself a slap on the huge organ.

Ooh, I love the sound he makes as he receives the feeling of mixed pain and pleasure. I feel myself get wetter as our time together passes. "No Rhyse! You bad, bad boy. No talking. No moaning or groaning or growling. Now you're not allowed to move either. Understand?" I look at him and wait for his answer. He doesn't respond. Ooh yes! He's learning.

I'll have to find a new one to play with soon. When he knows all the rules and abides by them I'll start to get bored. Rhyse is one of my favourites. Because he's huge. Really huge. At a massive 10 inches long and 4 thick, I can't fuck him. And when I do get extraordinarily brave I have to circle his cock with my fingers at a certain point on his special dick and he can't thrust past that point.

Oh but he's so fun to play with. My favourite game is where I mark the length of his flaccid dick on his stomach with a felt tip, then I tell him dirty stories. If his dick twitches or becomes hard, he has to succumb to the punishments or tasks I set. Each time his dick moves in any way, Shape or form, I add a mark to his stomach. The most marks I've gotten is 51.

Ahh, that was a fun day. I lower my head to the tip of his beast, my tongue ready, when I hear it.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair."

Ergh. Not now... I throw myself toward the window of the tower and look down at him. He seems tiny all the way down there.

"It's Sunday Andrew. We don't do Sundays." I shout down to him.

"Oh Rapunzel. Let me climb up and keep you company." Does he not understand. He must already know that once I've said something, that's it. Everybody knows. They call me stubborn. I say it's strong.

I shout back down to him before retreating back inside, away from his view. "No! It's Sunday. I'm playing with my horse!" Rhyse has gone soft. Softer than he was anyway. I get back on my knees beside him to realise I've grown bored. I crave something new. Different. And I want it to just happen. I don't want to teach nor train any of these men to do it for me. But I suppose it will happen on it's own. In time.

"Time for you to leave Rhyse. I need to wash my hair." I stood and began to walk away, Before he offered me his assistance.

"I could help you wash your hair Rapunzel. I'll do it just as you like, massaging you the whole time."

"No. Please leave. I'd like to be alone. Use my hair before I leave the room or you'll have to climb down."

He was quick. As I knew he would be. He hooked my hair by the window, and then he was gone. I put all of my toys away in the large white cupboard before going to my bed to daydream about all the different possibilities.

Some fantastic pornographic material. Some far too bland. But I'll keep dreaming. Something will happen. One day....

15 days later.

I have just finished bathing my body when I hear unusual noises from outside the tower. Shouts and footfall in the nearby woods. I rush to the open window of the tower to see a man running this way. He's running away from people.

Ooh that means he's done something bad. That means he's bad. Ahh, a big bad man. I know he'll try and get in the tower. There's nowhere else for him to run nor hide. Right, what's my plan? Oh. I have the perfect idea.

I rush to my bureau and pull out the long faded floral nightgown. It's not sexy at all. It's more something you'd see a grandmother wear. But nevertheless, I slip it on over my head and stand by the window ready for him to call my name and ask me to let down my hair so he can come up.

I'm rather surprised when I don't hear his voice, so I poke my head outside the window and look to see what's happening. I'm actually shocked to see him climbing the towers wall by himself with no aid whatsoever. He's strong, and even from high up here I can see his large muscles bulging and tensing with his movements. A bubble of excitement bursts within me.

Something's finally happening. I rush to my bed and lie down, closing my eyes. I'm not too sure how I want to play this game with the strong stranger. But I'm sure it will be fun. So much fun.

~~*~~

As I hear his stumbles and crashes inside the tower, I stretch my body and moan like I've just awoken. Opening my eyes wide, I look over at him releasing a small gasp.

"Please don't hurt me Sir." Ooh, you can hurt me all you want you gorgeous man. As long as you hurt me the right way.

"I need to hide away for a while girl. What's your name?" His large muscled body saunters toward me, and I feel the top of my thighs dampen.

My god, he's hot. The black trousers are low on his waist and his loose white shirt has been ripped, revealing his mouth watering abs.

"My name is Rapunzel sir. What is it you intend on doing here? They'll look for you in the grounds of the forest for a long while." He stands before me at the edge of my bed. "Yes Rapunzel, I understand they will search for a long time. That's why you will entertain me. Stop my mind from wandering if you will."

"I most certainly will not entertain you sir. I have nothing here to entertain you with, and I am alone in this tower. So there's nobody else to keep you occupied either!"

Haha! Come on. Come and get me. He looks me square in the eyes and I watch as they fill with lust. I'm winning this game already, and I haven't even begun trying yet.

"Take off your nightgown Rapunzel. Let me see what's beneath the fabric." "Ahh, how rude! No. I will not undress. I have never before been naked in front of a man."

He takes a step closer and leans down, his face now level with mine. And with a deep throaty growl, he speaks only one word.

"Now!" I answer with the exact same respect.

"No!" Ahh yeah, come on. I'm not giving in that easy. You can do it tiger. Rip the damn nightgown from my body. Please...

He grabs me by my wrists and pulls me to my feet making me stumble and fall against his chest. Oh my. Such a hard chest.

"Please sir. Please don't hurt me." I know my innocent facade is working when he literally does as I mentally asked. He grips the neckline of my nightie and pulls. His big muscles flex in the most delicious way as the material tears right down the middle. I widen my eyes into a look of fear and use my long hair to cover my body.

"You've got a damn tasty body Rapunzel. Don't hide it with your hair. Let me see." he closes in on me and grabs a hold of my hair. Excitement bubbles up in me and I subconsciously make my next move. I fight.

"No!" I shout, and then I shove his chest and pull away. He pulls me back towards him with no trouble. He's strong. I can up my game. I shove, slap and scratch before running over to the dining area of the tower. He's not only strong, but fast too. He catches me quick.

He slams my body down against the wooden table. He holds me down by holding my wrists high above my head against the wood. And then he presses his hardness against my naked bottom. My nipples have hardened against the rough wood and my juices run fast.

I'm about to moan and rub myself against him, but I remember the game. "Please.." I whimper.

"Please what, you slut? What do you want? You want me shove my cock in your tight little body now? You got me all excited with that little chase. I'll hold you down while I ram it in your hot cunt!"

"No. I meant please, please don't rape me." I'm met with silence and I hope I haven't played the card too hard. I'm not ready for the game to end, and I'm thinking of a way to change things when I feel him.

His hand slides up my inner thigh, and into my juices. He keeps me pinned to the table as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy with one hard thrust of his wrist.

"Fuck! Rapunzel you're so wet. It isn't rape if you want it." Imbecile. Of course it's still rape. No means no. Luckily, my no means yes. He flips me over so that I'm on my back and he keeps one hand wrapped around my wrists while the other gets busy freeing his cock.

"Why is your hair so long?" He asks me as if confused, and then he slams into me. His big cock filling my pussy in one hard thrust. Shock mingles with pleasure. I didn't expect it yet. I thought he'd lead up to it. Play with me a bit. He stays still, unmoving, buried inside of me, awaiting the answer to his question.

"It's magic!" I breathe out. I've never had somebody control me like this and I know he's naturally dominant.

"Touch it." Instead of placing his hand in my hair, he grabs my thigh and lifts the one leg before pulling back and slamming into me. I cry out as the feelings rock through me. It feels different. I look up just in time to see his smirk. He knows I'm not innocent. Looks like he was just playing along.

He lifts my leg higher and again flips me onto my front. My pussy twists around his thick dick and an orgasm nearly popped in me right there. With his cock in my cunt and his hands on my waist, he backs away from the table until only my hands grip the edge of the hard wood.

"Hold on tight." He murmers and then begins to fuck me. Hard. My body burns from the position he has me in. He slams me against him with each thrust, only his grip on my thighs and my grip on the table stop me from falling. My orgasm builds quickly, as he pounds in and out of my excited core. I explode.

My orgasm makes me weak and he doesn't slow his actions. I loosen my grip from the table. I slip. He doesn't stop, but tightens my legs around his waist. "Keep your hands flat on the floor slut!" I do as he says. It's my only choice or I'll hurt myself.

He fucks me harder, faster. My whole weight is on my arms, as he frantically fucks me in this handstand position. I squeal out when I feel the hard slap on my bare arse. He does it again and again in between his hard rough thrusts. I come again. My orgasm huge. He knows I can't hold myself anymore. And he doesn't take long to change our position.

With a pop, he pulls out of me and marches me over to the open window. He places only my middle back on the windows edge, so that the top half of my body is outside and the bottom half of my body is inside. He uses my hair to tie my legs up high. Securing them at the hooks either side of the window.

Then he pounds his huge hard cock into me. Over and over again. The magic from my hair is bringing his nature from the core to the surface. It shows his dominance as he fucks me with an eager animal passion. He doesn't have to hold my thighs or waist any longer as the hair holds me in place. He can fuck me harder. Faster.

He does, he fucks my pussy with no mercy whatsoever. He starts to use his hands too. One pinches and squeezes my nipple hard making me moan louder still. The other comes to my clit. I come before he even starts to excite my clit properly. But when my orgasm is over he grabs that clit with finger and thumb and doesn't let go. He has me coming again and again. And he never relents. Never calms down.

By the time he gets close to his own release, my limp used body is half hanging out the window. He can't help but force one more huge orgasm. And my body shudders and jerks with the release.

I can't take anymore, and he knew it long before I squirted my juices up his naked chest. We come together. He roars his pleasure, as my nonsense words hiccup from me. He unties my legs and drops me by the bed.

"I can go now Rapunzel. They've stopped searching for me. Great entertainment. I know where to go next time."

And with that, he climbed from the window. I've been used. For the first time ever. Oh, I love me a criminal.