Rudely Rapunzel

Chapter Two: Touching Oneself

It had all grown too familiar.

The feeling of the heat between Rapunzel's legs bit at her, only to make her realize how much she missed the outside world. The build-up of pressure did not, wouldn't, go away unless she relieved herself of it.

It became routine for her to lift up her skirts, or lie in the tower completely naked, whilst rubbing her tender parts. Sometimes it didn't work so she broke the top of the bedpost off and used it as if it were a male's genitalia. It took some practice for her to get the real hang of it, but once she got it up inside of her she moaned like crazy. Only at first did she fear splinters. But each time it passed into her vaginal walls it was as if it was greased for just this, her personal pleasure.

Most of the time she used her spit to lube the post up, but after a long day of day-dreaming she was so wet, she didn't need any lube.   

There were days that Rapunzel missed it all. The warmth of another body. The girth of a man's cock traveling deeper and deeper than her fingers could go. The feeling of her lover finishing in her. The burning fire it left in her lower regions. 

Her post never did that. It was one of many things she had missed whilst being locked up in the tower.

When Rapunzel was not touching oneself, she'd spend time sitting in the tower's upper opening, where she could see as far as the next kingdom. The upper opening was on the far wall, towards the end of her bed. It was a beautiful sight to wake up to. The birds chirping about drove her crazy, but other than that, she looked looking out of it and being above the trees. She felt as though she were a queen, and that this tower was her own keep.

Other than that, there wasn't much for her to do. So long as days grew longer, Rapunzel grew bored. She'd thought about escaping the tower through the opening, but the drop was too tremendous. There wasn't anything to help her get down safely, though she had thought about using the mattress as something to break her fall safely, there was no way to fit the mattress through the tower opening without the guards below noticing. Rapunzel had almost given up with the thought in mind that she would never escape. That she would never meet her true love.

Today though she had a plan.

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Rapunzel stuck her head slightly out of the tower's opening, just enough to see the two guards posted below. They bore armor and weapons-exactly what she needed to get out of here. 

Ever since the first day she was locked in the tower, Rapunzel made it her mission to find the way in. It wasn't in plain sight, but once a full search of the room she discovered there was a latched, wooden trapdoor. Her heart filled with happiness and love, she could finally get laid again, that is until she noticed that the trapdoor was locked from the other side.

It had crossed her mind to try and break through it, but then what? She meets the two guards at the bottom of the tower and then runs? Maybe she could do it when the guards where switching post duties? She thought about it long and hard, only to put it at the bottom of her list of ways to escape.

After going over the plan again in her head, Rapunzel made her stance be known.

"Hello," her voice echoed through the dark and tangled forest beyond. The two guards posted looked above where they stood and saw her peeking over the opening's ledge. "Would you like to come to join me for a cup of tea? I assure you, I'm very good company." She said this last line with a wicked, but warm smile.

The two guards didn't seem touched by Rapunzel. They acted as if nothing had happened, and returned to their duties.

Plan B was then put forth into motion.