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 About a week had passed and Goldilocks still hadn't recovered from her
harrowing experience with the bears.  To make the experience worse, the
story of her humiliation had been spread.  Several times she had endured
mockery from people she knew.  Little Bo Peep had asked her if she was
going to start a house cleaning service.  Peter Pan followed her down the
street one day, loudly relating the whole story as he had heard it, wanting
to know if it was true.  The Gingerbread man had asked her to house sit for
him, while he was home.  The Cheshire cat had even copped a few feels of
her ass to find out what the bears had enjoyed.  Every time he disappeared
before she could smack him.

   The noise was just starting to die down, but one curious individual had
decided that hearing the story wasn't enough.  The Big Bad Wolf knew how
predictable fairy tale girls were and he determined to have more than just
a story.  If he could get pictures of Goldilocks to go with his pictures of
Red Riding Hood, he could start a collection.

   It took some planning and patience but eventually he had the perfect
trap for the golden haired little break in artist.  Goldilocks walked the
same path to school every day.  The Wolf picked out a house that had some
early risers and workers.  He made it his habit to reach it before
Goldilocks and put some mail in the mailbox and a newspaper at the front
door.  He did this every day, more mail and another newspaper, always
collecting them before the house's owner would discover them.  Most people
never would have noticed this but Goldilocks couldn't help it.  It appeared
to her eyes that she had stumbled upon another very nice house that was
currently unoccupied due to vacation.

   She had sworn to herself not to repeat her earlier mistake but one day
she got close enough to look through the windows and admire the luxurious
furnishings.  Another day of potentially larcenous window shopping took
place before she talked herself into her inevitable course of action.  She
had to get inside.  After all, how likely was it really that she would be
caught twice?  And it couldn't be as bad as last time.  And she had to act
quickly.  People didn't stay on vacation forever.  She'd have only a day at
most to enjoy the place.

   So it was that she decided to play hooky one day and see if she could
find a way in.  She made certain no one was around, and that was easy.  She
checked the front door first and was pleasantly surprised to find it
unlocked.

   "Hello?  Anybody home?" and there was no answer.  Goldilocks smiled to
herself and wandered in, listening carefully for any trouble.  In a few
minutes she was making herself a sandwich and wondering what room to snoop
through first.

   As I said, she did listen for trouble.  She just didn't expect that
someone as skilled as stealth as the Big Bad Wolf to be there.  "Hello,
Goldilocks," he said in a voice that exemplified his sinister smile.

   She looked up wide eyed and took a step back when she saw him, leaning
against a door frame casually.  She dropped her sandwich and started to
splutter, "I thought I was alone!  This isn't your house!"

   "Of course not, but it isn't yours either."

   "What are you doing here?"

   "Waiting for you.  I knew you couldn't resist.  I knew I'd have you all
to myself if I just made it look like the house was empty.  How much of
that story about the bears was true?"

   "I-It depends on who you hear it from."

   "The bears have a nice place don't they?  I love that TV.  I have a
thing for future inventions myself.  Particularly the camera." The Wolf
pulled one from behind his back.  "Let's take some pictures shall we?"

   "What sort of pictures?" she asked nervously as he started to click a
few already.

   "Don't be dense, sweetheart." He stepped toward her and she turned as
though about to run.  Of course she couldn't get away from him.  He had her
in his clutches in a moment.  "The bears got a great show.  I'm gonna have
one too and have the photos to remember it." He tore the top of Goldilock's
dress open, baring her sweet, round, pink nipped tits.

   "AAH!  Don't!" She pulled her dress back over them, so the Wolf
responded by ripping the dress down and away from her upper body.  She was
forced then to cover with just her arms as the Wolf took a few pictures.

   "No you don't," he said, smiling, "Turn back this way."

   She turned back to face the camera lens nervously, shivering slightly.
"Don't make me do this.  Please."

   "I think you've got me confused with someone else.  You can beg all you
want.  In fact I like it, but you're gonna show me what I want to see.  Put
your arms down."

   She stared at him wide eyed as though she thought he must be joking.

   "Now!" he commanded, his evil smile still evident.  She had no real
choice.  She dropped her arms and turned her head away as the Wolf stared
at her chest.  He howled in delight.  "Nice nipples, sweetheart."

   She instinctively covered her nips as her blush grew more defined.  The
Wolf clicked a picture as she covered, but then he warned her,
"Uhn-uhn-uhn, drop those hands.  Great.  Now time for a close up or two."

   Goldilocks was horrified, being forced to allow pictures of her
unwilling exposure like this.  It seemed almost as bad as her experience
with the bears.

   "Put your arms up.  No, no, with your hands behind your head.  Great."
Click!  Click!  Click!  "Y'know, the way I heard the story, you were
wearing some fancy panties when the bears stripped you.  Is that right?"

   She didn't answer.  She gulped like a cartoon character now that she
knew what was coming next.

   "That's right.  Get that dress off."

   She did as he told her and was then wearing nothing but her little
yellow panties.  The Wolf clicked his pictures several times like this
before he told her to turn around.  He started laughing.  The back of her
panties had a big white heart inside of which was a golden letter G for
Goldilocks.  The Wolf had to know, "Where do you get underwear like that?"

   She shot him a look of hatred over her shoulder.  He just shrugged,
"Never mind.  Just let me get a few shots of that heart.  Good.  And some
close ups.  Damn.  That is some nice ass.  Bend over.  Great.  Now bend
over more, legs apart."

   Goldilocks alternated from moment to moment from severe embarrassment to
seething anger.  In her mind she knew, this was not only almost as bad. 
This was every bit as bad as the Bears and what's more, the Wolf would have
the pictures afterward.

   "All right, turn around again." The Wolf had a half smile, half sneer as
he commented, "From what I've heard, this as far as the Bears got.  No
one's here to save you now." The Wolf knew that this was enough like the
Red Riding Hood encounter that someone would arrive.  That was just the
nature of things in their fairy tale world.  He didn't have all day, but he
needed to see what was under those panties.  Did it really match that
golden hair of hers?

   Goldilocks stared at the Wolf stupefied.  She was wide eyed with
disbelief.  Did he really expect her to drop her panties?  Then again, if
he wanted them off, he could just rip them off of her.  The only way she
had to diminish her humiliation to even the most marginal extent was to
cooperate.  She had to try to appeal to him though, "Please, please don't.
Don't make me do this."

   The Wolf chuckled, "Who do you think you're talking to?" His lecherous
smile turned almost friendly in a perverse way as he ordered her, "Get
those off.  Don't say another word, just do it."

   Goldilock's hands trembled as she put them into her waistband.  She
swallowed hard, turned to the side and shut her eyes as she slid them down.
She kept one leg up enough to protect that last little bit of dignity she
had from the Wolf's greedy eyes.  She clasped one hand over her bush,
making sure none of it showed.  She stepped out of her underwear and turned
toward him.

   "Heh heh heh." Click!  The Wolf would enjoy that shot.  The before shot.
Now he needed an after shot.  "Move your hand." She shuddered, but other
than that, did not move.  Though still smiling, he growled, "Move your
hand!"

   Goldilocks tried to look away but she couldn't.  She kept staring at the
Wolf's eyes that were locked onto her trembling hand.  She forced herself
to comply, throwing her hand aside.

   The Wolf's jaw dropped.  It was wonderful.  She had a nice, somewhat
small patch of thick bush and it was as golden as her hair.  He howled in
pleasure and got his camera ready.  Click!  Click!  Click!  "Now that is
some great golden treasure you've got there!  Put your legs apart a bit. 
Great!" Click!  Click!  "Now hold still as I get a couple close ups."

   As his camera got right up to her, she went numb momentarily.  Only
momentarily, then her embarrassment returned in full force as she looked
down at the camera that was preserving her golden muff for the Wolf's
future enjoyment.  "Is this enough now?  Can I get dressed?"

   "Turn around first.  I need some bare ass shots." And he got them. 
Standing up, bending over.  Legs together and apart.  He made her bend over
far enough that he could see her pretty little pussy from behind.  Close
ups continued of course.

   By the time the last photos were taken, Goldilocks could barely stand.
"Please, please, please don't show those to anyone!  Please!"

   "Don't show them to anyone?" The Wolf hadn't even considered that.  The
photos were for his own entertainment only.  It was part of his character.
He pursued his own appetites only.  This was inspiring though.  The idea
played across his evil brain and he grinned again in a way that revealed
anticipation of the unexpected.  "What a great idea!"

   "no."

   "Oh yes.  That's a wonderful idea!  Thanks, Goldie.  I can make a ton of
money charging people to see these."

   "NO!  You can't!"

   "How much do you think the bears would pay to see what was under those
panties?  I'm gonna make a bundle!"

   In her mind, Goldilocks could already hear the jeers and commentary that
would come.  She slumped onto the floor, already fuming at the thought. 
And to make it worse, it wouldn't have happened if she would just have kept
her mouth shut!  She looked up to plead again, but the Wolf was already
making his way to the back door, well in time to avoid whatever rescuer
might have come to her aid.

   Goldilocks slowly dressed herself and stumbled away, feeling sick
already about the days to come.