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“NO!” You shout, only for your Mother to arch a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“No? Oh.” Mother’s unhappy now.
You step back just enough for a twig to snap.
You’re so close to freedom, to being with Flynn, but just to the right is your tower.
Two lives split, in this moment - a moment you’ll never be able to go back to.
You choose a life without…without your Mother.
Dark curls are wild as Mother brings her chin up, you feel a chill go over your body.
“You think he loves you? Sweetheart, that’s demented.” She laughs at you; it’s calculated and cruel. You don’t have any life experience, so you only pick up on the cruel part.
“He loves me!” You say, and like a snake, your Mother snaps forward, pinching your chin in her sharp red fingernails.
“No, I love you.”
You feel tears ready to well.
“I cannot stay in that tower.” You say simply, trying to make her understand.
“Was I not company enough?” Mother’s eyes flick with something else, hurt?
“I want someone to love me…” You say simply, sounding like a child now. You may be of age, but you’ve not really gotten to live. Only dream, draw, and read up in your tower.
Mother Gothel blows air out of her nose like she finds this whole thing just so adolescent. Dropping her hold of your chin she shakes her head condescendingly at you.
“Don’t be a dummy, come with Mommy.” She tells you, looking up tired at you.
Only to see a bit of redness in your cheeks.
A new realization dawns on her.
“You wish to be loved, why didn’t you just say so?” She tells you, and you’re further confused. But in three strides, she’s in your face.
“Mother!” You yelp just as she grabs your jaw and shoves you against a tall, thick tree. Your back collides with it, then her body pushes against yours.
You lose your breath and balance, but Mother is holding you tight, no room for moving.
“No, you used to call me Mommy, don’t you remember? Why did you ever stop my sweet flower? Hmm, let me hear you say it.” She instructs, then her dark red lips are mere inches away from your lips, but she moves to kiss your cheek. Smearing red lipstick onto your skin, it’s as though she’s marking you.
“Mother-no this is-” Your guilt swoons, and you’re sure you are a terrible person. Because your blush now covers your body.
Mother wraps your long locks in her fist like a rope and then she roughly tugs, making your face wrench up in surprise.
“Every time I climbed up your hair, I heard those little whimpers. Now call me Mommy, and I’ll teach you how to be a woman. I’ll love you in ways the thief has never dreamed of.” Mother’s lips ghost over your ear, and you shiver.
“Flynn-Flynn is a good man, he-” But you're cut off as your hair once again is whipped in your Mommy’s palm like you’re some kind of horse.
You gasped and moaned like a common whore.
“Your Mommy’s got more than this shell. I can bend the comic to my will, child. I can make you feel things-” Mother made her first point by letting one hand move down to cup your privates.
You don’t know why, but they’re wet, but Mother seems to know, because this time she lets out a moan.
“I knew my little girl still needed Mommy. Shhhh, no more silly boys. I can have you with child faster than he could blink. I can give you everything.” Mother promises and your mouth opens, lips quivering in the light of the forest.
You don’t know when you went limp, but Mother reaches to grab the end of your dress, and she reaches inside of your intimate area.
Your eyes widen in horror at what you’ve allowed and you go to push her arm away.
“Mother n-”
But she’s just sunk two fingers into your wet hot heat, you yell in the burning pain of it.
“And just like that, Mommy’s home.” Mother Gothel said, as your thighs shook and your head rolled to the side, your long hair tangling with the vines in the tree.
Mother removed her hand to hold it up to the sunlight, your blood streaked. You don’t have long to panic as she engulfs it into her mouth.
You’re internally horrified, but physically unable to fight, the sensation foreign and uncomfortable, you're still shaking.
“Mommy no,” you whimper pathetically, and now Mother gives you a gentle look.
“Flower, you belong to me, don’t you see that now?” She asks, her jealousy and possessive behavior seem undeterred.
You reach out but your dress is being flipped up to your stomach again.
“Hold this for Mommy,” she instructs and you’re so disappointed in yoursllf, because you can’t stop listening to your Mother now.
You hold the dress, the fabric crinkling in your clammy palms.
Mother makes a show of wiping all the blood until she’s licked it all clean.
Then she moves back into your opening.
You wince and try to move away, but Mother slaps your wet cunt.
It echoes in the forest, and you shout out in surprise.
“Behave Flower, or I’ll come up with more painful ways to bring myself pleasure.” Her threat is real.
Your bottom lip pouts just like when you were young, and Mother Gothel likes that, no, she loves that.
She reaches forward and steals your first kiss just as brutally as she’d stolen your virginity.
Her kiss is harsh, and her teeth bite that succulent, plump lip like she’s biting into a wild berry.
You hiss in pain and her tongue invades your mouth, your knees buckle, all this blood exchange is doing things to you.
But what you don’t understand is the things it’s doing to Mother Gothel.
Because she’s smearing that blood under her own dress, right over her pubic mound.
She pulls back as your eyes dilate further than possible. Mother whispers some Latin you don’t understand.
The next thing you see is Mother moving her own dress, you pull back, what was that? So veiny, dark and angry, it was a snake? No, no, it was fleshy and leaking?
“What is that Mother?” You ask but she slaps you across the face.
You grab your cheek at surprise of the sting.
“Now look, I’m the bad guy. You never disrespect what I give you. Do you, dear?” Mother said, disappointed, and you felt a tear fall this time.
“No, Mommy,” you say correctly and see as the older woman at least drops her shoulders in a little bit of ease.
“That’s better. Why don’t you apologize to Mommy? Remember how I told you to always apologize when you do something wrong? Don’t be petulant, Rapunzel. I am giving you a gift, you must be grateful.” Mother tells you and you hiccup just a little but nod.
“Yes, Mommy, I’m sorry, h-how can I apologize?” You ask and she’ pretends to think for a moment before roughly shoving you to the forest floor.
You fall for a moment, but her hand falls back on your hair, and she pulls you up from the locks on your scalp.
Your mouth opens to moan, and that's when the fleshy meat at the apex of her thighs pushes into your mouth.
You gag, but Mother slaps your cheek where her dick is, not as rough but enough that you open your mouth in shock again.
“No teeth, or I’ll have to spank you with the hairbrush, again.” She tells you and your thighs try to close, because something in you is….achey?
Mothers special part is a little salty, but it tastes familiar, so you relax your throat and work on breathing through your nose.
Your tears run freely and even a bit of snot, but Mother doesn’t mind.
She pushes her hips forwards and back, one hand in your hair so you can’t run away. Holding painfully tight, making your head tight with pain.
The other holds up her dress, she sighs like when Flynn would urinate on a tree.
It was similiar you realized, but Mommy was so….. Intense? The veins in her hand, arm, neck and forehead were all protruding. Face a sort of crimson you’d only found in your paint set.
Your jaw ached, your gagging was uncomfortable, and eventually, you were sure you would choke. As Mommy’s dark hair just above the meat in your throat met your nose.
You inhaled the calming scent of your Mommy.
“My good girl, I knew you could behave, I just needed to make you stop thinking-” she grunted as she pushed out and back in, making you drool. “Just needed to take away your silly talking.”
The way Mother talked down to you had you burning with the need for praise again.
“Now look, you’ve ruined the dress I made you.” Mother said as he cock twitched at the sight of you.
The drool now in big strands down your chin and into the cleavage of your dress.
Soaking down your neck and breasts.
Mother Gothel yanks her dick out of your mouth, and you cough and struggle, wheezing and folding your body over.
But Mother simply pulls a dagger out, the light glints on the meta,l and you see it.
You stagger backwards further to the tree, but you don’t have a moment to scream for help or run.
Mother takes the blade at the top of your clevage and tears down, the tip of it pierces your breast just enough, like a pin prick. The tear in your dress ruins it, and your corset is demolished.
The fabric ends rough as Mother finishes down your waist.
Once you’re entirely nude, she see’s the tiny cut.
“Mama will fix it,” she tells you and then her ruby lips are on your breasts and you flex up into her mouth.
Your eyes roll back and your hips lift.
You don’t know who you are.
But Mommy does, and she’s going to take care of everything.
You don’t hear a twig break in the forest, but Mother does, her eyes move as her mouth doesn’t leave your breast.
But instead moves down to your nipple, where she sucks and bites with roughness, making you writhe under her body.
Blue eyes lock eyes with Flynn Rider, but he isn’t moving to save you.
His jaw is slack and open; he’s not coming to save you, just as Mother thought.
He’s watching, though, oh, is he watching.
Mommy doesn’t mind that one bit, in fact she hopes all of the fuzzy duckling boys would come and watch.
Not another soul would ever wonder who owned the maiden in the tower.
Mother Gothel made eye contact with Flynn and moved her hand into your cunt.
Making a show of pushing her fingers in.
The wet noises, the embarrassing squelch of your desire filled the forest.
Flynns hand dropped to his trousers, as he watched Mother Gothel take his princess.
Mother didn’t care to watch more; the boy was keeping his distance, she didn’t care what else he did.
But as her own cock leaked, she knew it was time to make you into her perfect flower.
“Mother-I” You moaned out, not sure of what you needed, but positive who needed to give it to you.
Gothel released your breast with a wet pop, her saliva all over your chest, as hickies began to bloom purple on your skin.
“Mommy’s got you, Oh, Rapunzle do you hear yourself? You are nothing more than a common whore. Begging for me to take you in the woods. What if someone were to see us?” She asks you, and you bite your bottom lip, trapping it in your teeth and you open your thighs to answer.
“Now you understand why Mother knows best, don’t you, Pet?” Mother Gothel needs to hear it. Have Flynn hear it, to understand that you were forever hers, and hers only.
“I love you Mommy,” you say with a hazey look in your eye.
Mother smiles and lines her cock up with your entrance. She isn’t kind, why be kind now?
With one thrust she pushes roughly into you, it burns and your body spasms and your eyes roll back.
But no scream can come out of your throat, just a silent burst of agony.
“I love you most.” She answers just as her balls slap against you.
Your toes curl, it’s embarrassing but the pain is the only love you’ve ever known anyway.
Why wouldn’t pain be how you understood pleasure?
Mother wanted it that way from the beginning.
Mommy pulls out only to jackhammer back in, you lose control of your bladder. Or was that ejaculation? You didn’t know, had never heard of it, all you knew it that you’d soiled both your ruined fabric and Mother's dress.
But she only cackled in delight. Through her own moans of taking you brutally you hear her say;
“As fragile as a flower,” and you shudder at the sensation.
Then Mother whispers to you. “Shall I urinate on my little sapling as well? Is this how the world will know who owns you? Such a little baby, not even a grown woman, could not hold it in, could you?” She says then her meaty member pushes so far inside of you that you feel you might break.
“You need Mommy.” She tells you like it’s a spell.
Your nails dig into the rough forest dirt to hold onto something, anything.
“You will not last, oh Rapunzle really, how adorable!” Mother laughed feeling your walls close tighter around her than even before.
But Mother grabs your chin again and twists it to the side, she wants you to see your knight in shining armor.
“Tell the thief how only Mommy can touch you? Tell him how you wet yourself in pleasure, tell him who will be using you in the tower, tell him.” She thrusts more erratically, losing her rhythm to the ideas.
On what she’d do with you, the bondage with your hair, the humiliation, the way she’d break you down.
Mommy was never more excited.
Your watery eyes fix on Flynn as his hand is in his trousers, pumping his meat wildly. He’s going to cum in his pants, just as you’d receive your mother's first load to your womb.
You hate how your body was begging for it.
But how could you deny it?
You look at him sadly. Because in that moment, you both knew, you couldn’t pick him, not anymore.
Not when Mother loved you most….
Mother leaned in and whispered just as she lost control.
“Don’t be such a Dummy, Cum with Mommy.”