A dark erotic graphic retelling of the classic fairy tale by The Brothers Grimm.
GRAPHIC CONTENT. FOR ADULTS ONLY!
When Rapunzel is taken from her parents as payment for a crime her father committed, she thinks her life will be restricted to the is...
Her husband noticed her state. One morning, he came into the prayer room and found her standing at the window.
"What is it that ails you, dear wife?" he said.
"Ah," the woman replied, "if I cannot eat some of the rampion, there in the garden behind our house, I shall surely die." And with that, she began to weep.
The man knew the risks and so, for some days, he tried to dissuade her with distractions. Every evening, as he returned from his work, he would enter the house with curious from the bazaar. Jewelry from the land of the Franks. Fabrics from the Indies. Even other herbs, these from the cool hills far north, whose cost brought a pain to his chest. But his wife would regard them briefly, before turning away to return to her station at the window.
The man, who loved her, thought "Sooner let your wife die? What kind of husband are you? I will bring her the rampion myself, cost what it will."
That evening, at twilight, after a prayer to the Gods, the man slipped over the boundary and darted through the lengthening shadows. His heart thumping in his chest, he hastily clutched a handful of rampion and fled back to his own house.
"There," he said to his wife. "Here is your heart's desire. Take it. And be happy."
The woman squealed with delight. She hugged her husband so hard his breath caught then snatched the herb from his hand and made a salad of it. She ate it greedily. It tasted so good that, the very next day, she longed for it three times more.
If he was to have any rest, her husband knew he would have to venture forth again. As the sun set, again he crept into the garden and snatched another handful. But, as he turned, he saw the Enchantress standing before him.
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"How do you dare?" she growled at him, like a wolf. "Descend into my garden, and steal my rampion like a thief? For a thief you are. And you shall suffer like one!"
Her eyes blazed as she raised her hands. Her lips moved as she muttered the first words of an incantation. A sharp breeze whipped through the garden, almost knocking the man over, though the Enchantress' dark robes did not even stir.
The man fell to his knees and clasped his hands. He had to shout to be heard over the now raging gusts.
"Ah, my lady! Let mercy take the place of your justice! Please! Hear me!"
The Enchantress held her spell and glared at him. The man rushed on.
"I only did it out of the direst necessity! My wife saw your rampion from the window, and was so stricken by longing for it that she would have died of starvation had she not got some to eat. So I did what I must. Please! Forgive me!"
The witch considered him a moment, then lowered her hands. Almost instantly, the wind died down. She folded her arms and lifted her chin.
"Well," she said, "if the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away as much rampion as you wish. Only I make one condition. Do you agree?"
