Gulping as quickly as she could, Briar obediently—and hungrily—swallowed the enormous load being deposited in her throat. Georgie’s spunk (when he fed it to his girls while they were high) was like nectar from the gods and it was all Briar could do not to bite off his cock to take more than he had to offer. She was in a delirious state as he pulled out of her and blinked dazedly as he wiped her face. Where was she? She had forgotten for a second when she felt herself crouched beneath his desk.<br/><br/>She looked at Georgie when he called to her and seeing the collar in his hands, Aurora crawled over to him, her pale blue nightie loosely hanging around her thin waist, her chest bare and thong soaked. Wordlessly she waited for him to do with her as he willed, not thinking for a second that any of it was wrong. This was her life and with his kiss, she would not question a thing.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Punzie had been with the Tweedles multiple times (she had lost count), but every time was as rewarding as the last. Not only did they stuff her with wads of cash, they physically<i>stuffed</i>her like a turkey ready for that Mundy holiday. They were probably twice her width (even at her enhanced state) and always seemed to want her rear first. When she felt one of the twins pry it open, Rapunzel readied herself for the entrance of his fat cock (it always hurt at first). She wasn’t given time to fight it—she couldn’t even if she wanted to, her body was trapped between their much stronger ones—as the Tweedle pushed himself inside her somewhat moistened opening. Rapunzel cried out, her fingernails digging into random limbs as the searing pain flashed through her body. Bloody hell, that hurt.<br/><br/>Given no time to recover, she was suddenly claimed from the front as well, the sensation of being<i>full</i>an immediate effect.<br/><br/>The princess moaned, trapped between the wide bodies as her own jiggled and bounced as a result of the plunging that was taking place. She could feel her flesh wiggling and her teeth rattling and all she could do was ride it out. They would switch between her holes (maybe multiple times), this she knew and had she been a Mundy, it would have been an issue. But as a Fable—a popular one at that—Rapunzel was immune to almost every disease imaginable, which made any sex she partook in safe. She wasn’t as popular among Mundys as Nerissa, but she was no B lister either—especially since<i>Tangled</i>’s release. She had never been more thrilled than when she went to see that film.<br/><br/>“<i>Oooh</i>, my<i>big</i>boys,” Punzie cried out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Give it to me, boys, just give it to me—<i>oooh</i>, I love it,” she moaned. The truth was she<i>did</i>love it. Most of the other girls thought she was acting, but Rapunzel<i>loved</i>working at the<i>Puddin’ &amp; Pie</i>. She was an insatiable whore and where else could she do something she loved while being paid<i>good money</i>to do so? Georgie hadn’t needed to put a ribbon on her, but it was better for his ego if he didn’t know that. He was a sadistic fuck and enjoyed having his girls suffer so she made sure to put that act on for him so he could have his jollies too. Idiots, men, the lot of them.<br/><br/>“Ah, fuck me, boys,<i>fuck me hard</i>!” Rapunzel screamed, her G-spot mashing between the two cocks inside her. God<i>dam</i>mit she was going to cum<i>hard</i>. And she<i>did</i>when<i>they</i>did, liquids gushing from her pussy and ass as she excreted their excitement all over Georgie’s plush couches. Eh, they were changed every two months anyway. Who cared if a (lot) of spunk soaked into the cushions.<br/><br/><i>“Thank you, Punzie,”</i>the twins said to her as they pulled out of her, leaving the plump princess panting and sweating.<br/><br/>“You boys… treat me… so well,” Rapunzel smiled stupidly, batting her lashes as she waited for them to make it rain with bills on her sweat soaked tits.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>It had taken Nerissa every shred of self-control not to slap Red in the face every time she spoke. As far country bumpkins went, she was probably the worst. She had all but forgotten that she was a princess now that she was a stripper and prostitute, but every once in awhile a girl like Red would walk into the club and remind the Little Mermaid of her royal blood. Hanging out with Briar didn’t help either with her standards of social conduct and she realized that she was still very much a snob.<br/><br/>She had dressed Red in a red and white checkered bra and panties that looked like a handkerchief had been tied at both sides of her hips. She’d applied her makeup to enhance the girl’s green eyes and freckled cheeks and nose and her brown hair had been tied in two ponytails with red velvet ribbons, curled at the ends. Ruby heels had been slipped on her feet and a small red cape tied around her currently blue ribbon-less neck. If she did well this week, that would soon change.<br/><br/>All the while, Red had never shut up. Now, standing by the stage about the walk on, Nerissa said to her, “Don’t talk and follow my lead.”<br/><br/>“But—” Red protested.<br/><br/>Nerissa put a finger to her own lips to hush her and as they were announced, she schooled her features into a seemingly seductive expression before climbing the steps up onto the stage, her hips swinging enticingly. She knew how to move out of the water as well as in it now, given how long she’d had her legs for and she knew how to make good use of them and how to make men take notice when she walked into a room. She didn’t want to know how Red was coping, but whatever she was doing behind her, the Little Mermaid would make it work. She always did.