A Pretty Tangle (Anastasia)
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				Title: <strong>A Pretty Tangle (Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 23:37:50</strong>
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				The tower had once been part of a magnificent castle, centuries ago. Many people swore it was haunted, having heard ghostly singing from it. It had been bricked up, they said, to keep in Melusine, a wood witch who was still the common threat of village mothers. Mother Gothel had bought the land ten years ago, yet had never touched it as far as anyone could tell. <br><br>What she had done was brick up all but the topmost suite of rooms to leave her "daughter", Rapunzel, in safety. Mother Gothel had seen how beautiful her child was getting to be at the age of eight and would have no man spoiling her and taking her away. She enchanted the girl's hair while she slept. Her radiant red-gold hair was now as strong as steel and light as clouds, so that, as long as it grew, it would cause her no pain. And, grow it did, so long she could stand at the window and hang from a hook and it would touch the ground, two stories below. <br><br>Rapunzel, however, had reached an age where singing and reading and embroidery were not enough to entertain her. Mother Gothel had caught her with her skirts hitched up that very morning, exploring her cunt with her fingers. She'd been slapped and spanked, finally having her wrists tied to the bedposts and her thighs wide apart with her hair. Mother had been forced to ride the broom home, something she insisted she was too old for. Even when Mother returned an hour later and untied her, Rapunzel was weeping. She'd asked about the strange sensations she'd had when she'd pawed clumsily at her crotch. That had earned her another slap and she'd been left alone without supper.<br><br>She remained at the window long after Mother had gone, watching below. The moonlight made her hair shimmer as it swayed in the breeze.<br>&nbsp;
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