At night, she took to the leash quit well. Still fiery with passion and inexhaustibly playful she would submit to me as I had to her not so long ago. Yes, she still yearned to steal away and find unsavory characters to defile her, but fearing another Jean Hébert I forbade her until she could stand it no more and demanded I give her the freedom to do that one awful thing…
In the end, we compromised. I could not deny my Punz her happiness no matter how much I objected. We went forth one night, tethered together by the leash and collar she’d agreed to, pulling me along like an unruly puppy as we scoured the night for the most depraved establishment possible.
The Red Stag was noisy with drunken laughter and music as we entered it. She’d heard that women performed lurid acts upon a stage here.
“Please, Mistress.” She’d pleaded earlier that evening. “I want to watch. Perhaps I will learn something new!”
I laughed at that, carried away by her charming enthusiasm despite myself.
“I find it hard to believe that there is anything under the stars that you have not already learned, pet.” I replied with a fond kiss.
And so we found ourselves seated before a curtained stage, her hands in her lap, rubbing herself through her skirts, already aroused with anticipation and already the center of attention in a roomful of well lubricated gentlemen. As for myself, I was wary. As had become my habit when travelling the streets with Rapunzel, I had a pair of silver stiletto daggers hidden away and no qualms about using them. Should anyone one cause trouble, it would be short lived. Rapunzel, however, was oblivious to anything save the pleasure she was obviously feeling, her soft whimpered moans drawing my notice time and time again, finding it harder and harder to draw my eyes away as she pinched her nipples to attention beneath the filmy material of her blouse as the curtains parted and the performance began.
The girls were passable as pretty, and the act was merely bawdy raunch performed by amateurs, something made clear when Rapunzel decided to put on her own show during a lull between acts.
“Punz!” I hissed, thinking it might be best if we fled the establishment before events got out of hand.
With a sly smile, she ignored me, too caught up in her own lust to abandon her newly minted plans. Rising from her seat, she nimbly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulder, turning as she did so the male crowd, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips parted as she began inhaled and exhaled at a rate that made her breasts bounce on her small frame. The music was drowned out my appreciative whistles and remarks as she performed her impromptu strip tease, shedding all but her stockings before advancing on the suddenly silent audience. They too were brought to silence by the animal magnetism of her appeal coupled with her incredible beauty. It was as if a spell had been wrought over the entire room, one that she broke when she bent herself over the ladder back of a vacant chair, offering up her luscious orifices, her legs spread like wings, with a sultry purr.
“Take me.”
I lost track of time as I watched her, unable to keep my own desire down, my skirts pulled up, my woman-hood exposed as I pleasured myself to the sight of my beloved pet being fucked ceaselessly by every able body in the tavern. Cum covered her from head to toe, dripping from the reddened globes of her ass, down her thighs, from her cunt, her tits, her face. She took them on two at a time, sometimes three, sharing two cocks in her mouth as one was pushed roughly into the creamy mess of her cunt or her gaping, cum filled, ass. As the grey bolder, they grew rougher, pulling her from the chair and binding her arms behind her back, bending her backwards over the bar as the ravished her. I would have stopped them had she protested, or tried, but she simply spurred them on, begging and cajoling, lost in her lusts.
Even the show girls joined in, drawn to her as moths to a flame. How could they resist? She was pushed and pulled to the stage and used by a woman with a greats cock strapped to her hips while Punz speared another girl’s puckered star with her tongue. I lost track of how many times she came, or of how many times I did, just watching her. Objects were shoved into her snatch. Vegetables and kitchen utensils, mostly, using them like crude toys, much to her obvious delight. I caught sight of one man using his fist, his hand disappearing inside of her pliant cunt up to his wrist as she moaned and thrashed until she came again with an anguished cry.
I watched with growing alarm as a giant of a man pulled out his enormous cock, almost relieved when, instead of fucking her, he grabbed her by the hair and pissed into her open mouth, his bright yellow pee splashing on her tongue and lips, cascading down her breasts as she did her best to swallow it.
It was so out of control. She was out of control. When I deemed she’d had enough and leashed her, she was dripping with fluids, her lavender eyes glassy and glazed as she begged me to leave her, insatiable with lust. Wrapping her in a cloak I led her from the Stag smelling of sex and sweat and piss, my hands shaking after witnessing her voluntary defilement. All I wished to do was take her home, bathe her and fall into bed, my arms wrapped protectively around her, sheltering her from the outside world. I thought of our love nest in the hills, the little secluded cottage we’d shared, those thoughts leading to the tower from which I’d rescued her. Perhaps the hag who’d locked her away had foreseen a moment such as this…
Midway to our apartments, in a poorly lit ally, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice from my past.