Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" Rapunzel brightened up greatly. He was back! He said he wouldn't be back for a few weeks, but here he was! Her Prince. She quickly undid her hair and it magically unfurled as she lowered it out the window. The wait as he climbed up made her as anxious as always. As he pulled himself through her window, the Prince puffed a bit as he said, "Man, I've got to get in better shape." Princess Rapunzel was slightly confused. She was winding her hair back up with the impossible speed that magic allowed while she thought. That voice didn't quite sound right, and come to think of it, he seemed a bit taller and... "Hey! Who are you?" The `Prince' wasn't her prince at all. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf. Disguise is a talent of mine. Fooled ya, didn't I?" "Y-you'd better just leave. My Prince will be here any time." "Like hell. He's out of town. I been following him when he comes here. Once I got word about some sexy knockout of a Princess trapped in a tower, I thought, easy pickings. You can't get away and It'll be harder than hell for anyone to rescue you." "What do you want?," she stammered. "Oh, I got this hobby. See it started off in my own story, but now I've branched out and I invade other stories. I got pictures so far of three different fairy tale chicks butt naked and you're going to be number four." "What?!" "No use resisting. You can't exactly run and you sure can't hide." He pulled his camera out, enjoying her look of dread. "You're not serious?" "Oh yeah. Come here." He reached for her and she rushed away. The tower she was in didn't allow for much running, but she tried all the same. She had four rooms and no way out but she ran from one to the other as he gave chase. It was fun, but after a while, he decided that it was time to get on with it. All he had to do was stop and wait. As expected, she excercised the predictable brand of fairy tale logic that the Wolf himself was immune to. She kept running until she rushed right through the door he waited at. Before she even knew he was there, he had a hold on her. I the corner, a parrot squawked loudly and so did Rapunzel. "Let me go! Let me go!" She beat on him with her ineffective little fists while he grinned. He took a few pics of her fully clothed, in part to enjoy the stripping piece by piece in the photos and in part because she was so delicately beautiful. The strawberry blonde hair in that impossibly oversized hairdo gave her a well crafted, expensive sort of look. Her hair wasn't near as long bound up as it was loose, but there was still more of it than there could be on any normal girl. What's more, even though it took no effort on her part, the coif it now formed was flawless. The wolf would enjoy that. No matter how much he ripped her clothes or pushed her into position, her hair was going to remain perfect and that would be a lovely contrast in the photos. He sniffed loudly, then asked nonchalantly, "Ya want me to start with your tits or with your ass?" She let out a short but loud string of very unprincesslike curses. The parrot piped up, "Squawkk! Wanna see her titties!" Rapunzel threw a viscious look at the bird. "You shut up! Do you want me to sew you back up again?" The Wolf liked the bird's input though, so he grabbed one of her arms and the top of her gown, "Tits it is!" SHHRRIIPP!!! With perfect precision, an oval shape was torn from her dress that left her tits bare. The Wolf's eyes rounded at the sight, which was appropriate since her beauties were the roundest tits he had ever seen. Wonderful mediums, just a bit above the size that would be exactly medium. So spectacularly firm. They stood out from the rest of her slender figure almost as separate entities but also as magnificent inclusions of a princessly body. Rapunzel backed up to a wall, breathing hard, staring at the perverse villain. That moment of drama turned comical in the next moment when the Wolf's camera reached his eye and he started taking his snapshots. Rapunzel, though she was too frightened to move or even cover her nudity, did shout in anger, "Stop it! You can't do this!" The Wolf just chuckled and the parrot squawked happily, "Tits out! Tits out!" "Really nice tits too," the Wolf noted. Thoughtfully, he appraised her, "A body can be too perfect but those flawless things are just wonderful. What do you think, birdie? What should we get an eyeful of next?" "Squawkk! Nice round ass! Nice round ass!" The Princess finally threw her hands over her tits and that pressed them just delightfully. She raged at the bird, "Shut up! I swear, I'll get out the needle and thread!" "He's right though," the Wolf said, wondering what that threat meant. "Even under that dress I can tell that you got a nice bubble butt." "Bubble butt? There's not an ounce of fat on me!" SSHHRIIIPP!! "YaaAAHHhh! Don't do that!" From her waist down, the back of her dress was torn away. Under it she had on a g string that was almost nonexistent. The thin straps, little more than threads, did nothing to hide her bum. It was nice and round, just as the bird had promised. It was somewhat full, which was what the Wolf had seen already. It also, as she had promised, had very little extra padding. The roundness of it was the product of youth alone. "Squawk! Whoo whoo! Nice ass! Nice ass!" "Yes it is," the Wolf remarked with awe. Rapunzel said not a word. She just put her hands over her cheeks, trying to cover as much as she could. Of course the Wolf loved the embarrassed pose and took a few pictures. She glared at him over her shoulder. Red faced, she threatened, "When my Prince hears about this, he'll kill you! He loves me!" "I doubt that." "What?" "If he loves you so badly then why doesn't he bring a rope or a ladder or something? He leaves you trapped up here where he can get to you but no one else can." "I - I - I - " She stammered at it. She had never thought of that. She had no time to consider it though as the Wolf grabbed her wrists and forced her hands away. "No more of that sweetheart. If any hand belongs there, it's mine." To prove the point, he took a good squeeze of one round cheek, then the other, punctuating that with a pinch. "Not an ounce of fat huhn? There's half an ounce at least. Maybe not much, but a little." "Fuck you, Wolf!!" Click! Click! Click! "No! You're not really going to keep those pictures are you?" The Wolf smiled in response and told her, "Put your hands on the wall. Lean forward a bit. Legs apart. Oh, that's good. Great ass, babe." Click! Click! Click! Rapunzel's blush went from pink to scarlet. She glanced over her shoulder a moment and that worried expression and that blush were saved for posterity. Click! "Squawk! Want to see her pussy! Want to see her pussy!" "Not yet," the Wolf said, though he smiled at the thought. "Right now we just get the remains of this dress off of her." SSHHRRIIIIIPPP!! Rapunzel let out a long squeal as her dress was torn away, leaving her in only her g string. She stood there with her arms held awkwardly across her breasts, nervous expression and trembling lips completing one of the best ENF poses the Wolf ever caught on film. Click! "That's a good shot girl, but I want to see what you got there. Move your arms." Her pretty tits, mounted on her body with amazing precision, were photographed again. She couldn't even bear to look at the wolf. She gazed at a wall with a timidly blank expression as he got a few shots of her. "Nice. Legs apart and hands behind your head." Rapunzel's attention snapped back to him. She didn't say anything but her question was clear in her eyes. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to pose for him? He shrugged. "Of course I was wondering if I could tie you up using your own hair." "No, don't do that." She seemed almost accepting for a moment as she took a few deep breaths. As she got in the commanded position though, her jaw quivered a bit. Her body was wonderful, sleek and slender except at the tits and ass where it was so perfectly rounded. The Wolf took several shots while she held herself in place. He circled her, taking shots from different angles, both full body and close ups. When he got to her pretty round ass, he took his last photos and then helped himself to one good grab of her right cheek. "Nn! Y-you're going to regret this!" She had whined it, which made it sound very little like a real threat. "If I'm going to regret it, then I should make it as worth my while as possible. Let's get that thong off of you." "NO! Don't you dare! Stay away!" She backed away desperately. When the wolf got closer, she turned and ran. He smiled and gave pursuit, enjoying chasing a desperate, naked beauty through her home. It was pretty much the same as the first time, round and round, with no real escape possible for her. The Wolf enjoyed watching her bare buns run this time though. He let her get a bit ahead until she slammed a door and locked it. No problem really. Once he heard her shut the opposite door, he offered up a variation on line from another fairy tale he would take part in, "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your door down!" No reason to wait for a response, he let loose a burst of air that knocked the door right off its hinges. Rapunzel screamed, "No! No! Stay away! You've seen enough!" From another room the Parrot shouted, "Squawwk! Bring her back! Bring her back!" The Wolf grabbed Rapunzel by the arm as he leered at her nearly nude form happily. She pleaded, "Let me keep some dignity! No! Hey! Don't take me in here! At least don't let the squawky damned bird watch!" "Squawk! Squawk! Parrot wants some pussy! Parrot wants some pussy! Strip her naked!" The Wolf chuckled as he slipped one finger into the waist band of her thong. "You're puttin' up such a fuss. What've you got under here anyway? I've got to know." SNAP! Her thong was torn away. Rapunzel shrieked as her last bit of body was revealed. "Nice," the Wolf said, giving it a quick pat. "Ironic too. Who would have thought that the fairy tale girl with the most hair above would have the least below." Her lovely pussy, rounded, much like all of her other goodies, was completely shaved. The parrot piped up, "Sexy smoothie! Sexy smoothie!" Rapunzel's voice was both outraged and desperate. She couldn't cover because the Wolf had her wrists held in one hand. "Stop it! Stop looking! OoooOOH!!" Her complaints continued even when the Wolf let her go. She put her hands over her beaver and trembled as she continued to plead softly. The camera clicked away, taking in shots of her nakedness with only her own hands covering her princess pussy. The Wolf smiled, "Now turn around. I want more booty shots." "You can't make me do this. You can't be doing this." Even as she muttered that, she did as she was told. The camera took several shots of her totally naked ass. "Turn around again. You look great, girl. You gotta move your hands though. Gotta get me some beaver shots." "What? NO!" "Move your hands or I'll tie you up." "Please, no! You've already seen it! You don't need pictures!" "I ain't tellin' ya again." She quivered as she made up her mind, but she knew that she couldn't really stop him. With a flush of embarrassment so bad she thought she might faint, Rapunzel moved her hands to her sides and stood stock still, legs tight together. The Wolf grinned wide and started taking shots of that last little bit of her. Click! Click! Click! "All right, your pussy looks great like that, but I also want to get some shots with your legs apart." Rapunzel shuddered and gulped. The parrot taunted her, "I see your pussy! I see your pussy!" "Go on!" the Wolf said happily. She did as she was told and the curvy, pretty, sexy smooth pussy lips were photographed again as she tried to remain calm. Finally, after a few snapshots like that, she gave a little sniffle and her eyes started watering. The Wolf liked that and got some close ups as a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks. Then he urged her legs just a bit wider apart. He got down low so that he could take some shots of her pussy from underneath. Though she was still crying a bit, Rapunzel got mad again, "Oh, you beast! You pervert!" "Right on both counts. Now, get over here and bend over." "But--!" He grabbed her wrist and drug her to a low stool where he forced her to put her her hands. He forced her thighs apart just enough to see her lips again. "Now keep those legs straight. These'll be the last pictures if you hold that pose." The parrot was making laughing sounds as Rapunzel blushed more furiously than ever. Click! Click! Click! She held still even as she heard him get close for the last two shots. Finally, he ran his fingers softly over her pussy lips as he told her, "Good job Rapunzel. Now, you want outta this tower?" "Wh-what?" "I had to have a way out. I brought a rope ladder. I'm not like your greedy Prince boyfriend. I'm actually rescuing you." "Y-you? You're rescuing me?" The irony of that had Rapunzel so stunned that it took her several seconds before she realized, "I've got to get dressed!" "Once you're down the ladder, toots." "What?" He didn't answer, so she hurriedly got another dress. The Wolf had his ladder tied and was about to descend. First though, he grabbed her dress from her hands and threw it out the window. "It'll be waitin' for ya down there." "OH!" She gave him another furious look as she covered her boobs. "Hey, just `cause I'm not all bad doesn't mean I'm not a wolf." He climbed on down and Rapunzel followed, not certain how she felt, escaping the tower at last, but doing so naked. Of course once she was near the bottom of the ladder, the Wolf was clicking away happily, getting the last naked shots of her on the ladder and even as she got dressed. Despite the enmity she felt for him, she was dubiously grateful when he offered her a ride. On the back of his horse, she wondered what the Prince would think when he returned. "Just promise me one thing." "What's that, babe?" "Don't ever let my EX-boyfriend see those pictures." "Heh heh. You got it."