Dee and Dum were exactly as the tales said and their names implied: as dumb as a box of rocks. But they at least understood sport when they saw it. They practically drooled over Rapunzel and her enhanced body, unable to work out how lucky they'd been to get a one to one with the most whorish Princess in all of Fabletown.<br/><br/>At her invitation, the two of them shot up eagerly, sporting comical boners (which were sadly nothing to brag about). But what they lacked in size, they made up in enthusiasm. After all, to them she was a Goddess.<br/><br/>"C'mere Punzie..." Dum lifted her plump body into his arms and carried her back to the tacky pink loveseat. He smattered her with kisses and sat her upon his lap and loosened up his belt. His cock sprung out, the helmet dirty and unwashed (what else could one expect from a Tweedle) and he pressed his prick between her bare butt-cheeks. His balls supported her pussy like a pillow. With her back facing him, he commandeered her narrow hips and guided her to twerk her juicy bottom around his meat. Of course, he could not be so contented with this as to stop there. Dum made a show of groping her every delight. Nothing was off limits after all. They'd paid premium. Dum squeezed those big, pillowy tits and Tweedle-dee'd her porky pink nipples in his thick fingers. He pinched and drove them over the edge, having no subtlety in his heavy-handed approach, his technique was enough to make her squeal. Whilst doing this, he reached to her wrist and guided her hand between her own legs, "Enjoy yourself Punzie... We got you<i>all</i>night."<br/><br/>Dee chuckled, "That's right.<i>All</i>night, sugar-tits. We hired you for a<i>spell</i>." He said, slow and thick, as though he didn't believe it. He walked up to Punzie, with her tiny feet stood in her heels on the carpeted floor, and her great big melons flopping around in Dumb's hands, and her whorish face ready for anything. He stroked into her hair and petted her scalp like she was a pussy-cat. "Good girl. You are our little pussy tonight. Spread those legs and show me that little kitty..." Dee guided her long mane over the front of her shoulder as he watched her eagerly. It was only then he realised how pure her hair was. So soft, so supple, and yet so<i>strong</i>. He roped it around his wrist and made a moronic coo'ing sound. It was then Dee did something truly degrading. He took hold of his cock and with the same hand filled with her silky, precious locks, he circled her blonde curls around his shaft again and again (until he had tied a knot at the base of his prick). He then began to tug himself off<i>with her</i><i>hair, </i>his cock right before her face all the while: the swollen tip dripping a long rope of pre-cum down onto her perfect tits.<br/><br/>Oh, they were really doing a number on her all right. Rapunzel would be groped and licked at every corner. Her salty body tasted. Her butt-cheeks enforced to clap. Her tits abused by overly-eager hands. And her mythic hair used as a sex-toy by the intuitive Tweedle Dee, which was slowly being corrupted by sweat, cum and grease.<br/><br/>Tweedle Dee cupped her delicate chin in his strong hand. "Say you're our priddy whore, Punzie. Say you're our dumb slut." Dee jerked himself faster before her face with her own hair, getting off on the degradation. Dumb followed suit by clapping her buttocks with his calloused hands. He gave her a real good spanking to put some energy into her.<br/><br/>"Say 'em!" Dumb encouraged. He was too stupid to understand what he was telling her to do, but her bum sure looked good rippling below his fingers. The boys wanted her act. All of it. They believed she was this dumb, trashy Princess. She had them fooled, all right. She had them eating out of the palm of her itty-bitty hands. After all, if they could achieve<i>this</i>with a Princess... Weren't they the true heroes of this story?<br/><br/><i>Fabletown. Everyone had something to prove.<br/>
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In the bar, Charming sat staring at the empty stage with a faraway look on his eyes, still on his break. His drink held lopsided in his hand, threatening to spill from a lack of attention. He sighed boredly and remembered his glass. Draining it in one, he spun around and asked a girl for another. Luckily, there was no sign of Georgie behind the bar any more. So, he didn't have to put out that fucking fire for the rest of the night. No, he could have a nice chat with the staff for a change. If only Georgie could stay in that shitty office of his every night.<br/>
</i><br/>Beneath a certain desk in a certain back room, two ankle-length boots fell apart and pointed at opposite seventy-five degree angles towards the ceiling. Every now and then, the owner's toes curled inside.<br/><br/>"Sweet Mary and Joseph." Georgie moaned. He had one hand on the phone dial and another in Aurora's hair. "That's my girl. Give it a right good seeing to..." He opened his legs to ensure she didn't neglect his sack or his puckered hole, Georgie expected the works.<br/><br/>He'd finished ringing the first number by the time she'd stuffed him into her hot, sticky mouth. A dial tone played as it connected Briar through, then the first mark answered, ready to be convinced. "... Hello? This' Jersey. Who's speaking?" Georgie's cock responded in kind to her initial efforts. His super-sweet jizz bubbled over the tip and ran down the length of his shaft, it then grew too heavy and swung in the form of a thick rope connecting her lips to his cock.<br/><br/>Georgie looked to the monitor and his cock<i>leapt, </i>causing the rope to spurt out or his cock and hit Aurora square in the face.<i>Rapunzel</i>!? Naked and being molested by those knuckle-draggers, the Tweedles!? Georgie couldn't tell whether to feel annoyed or grateful at his luck! Those idiots were heavy-handed and downright<i>greasy</i>with his girls. Rather than going for an honest fuck or a good old fashioned blowie (Georgie patted Aurora's backhead appreciatively) they always had to make an example of their dancer.<br/><br/>Georgie pressed a button on the laptop. Everything in the private room became audible to both Georgie<i>and </i>Aurora. "<i>Say you're our priddy whore, Punzie. Say you're our dumb slut." </i>Georgie whistled sharply. Those cheeky little S.O.B's. He'd have a word with Rapunzel after, say he heard what they'd said through the directional mic, and see if she wanted them followed home by that douchebag Charming. Aye. That'd show 'em.<br/><br/>For now though, Georgie decided to enjoy the show. It<i>was</i>Rapunzel after all. And hell... She<i>was</i>acting like a hell of a slut lately. That kind of reputation gets around when you're a Princess. Georgie traded glances between the mirror and the monitor, examining Aurora's arse and her feet poking out of the other end of his desk. He saw the corners of her thong dripping with her musk. "That's my girl. You're doing an awesome job down there. Now, you be real nice to my friends on that telephone. They're the cream of the crop. And don't forget,<i>sloppy</i>. I ain't paying you to treat it nice."<br/><br/>Georgie reached below the desk and fondled her tiny tits affectionately. He didn't want to go pounding the back of her throat due to the telephone call. His cock already felt good and he had no doubt she had more planned for him and the Jersey Devil.