Written by Rain0069
“In a realm where desperation met greed, a girl traded her innocence for survival, finding strength amidst humiliation and forging gold from her darkest moments.”
Once upon a time, in a distant kingdom, there lived a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter. The miller, eager to impress the king, boasted that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The king, intrigued and greedy, summoned the girl to his castle.
The girl was locked in a room filled with straw and given a spinning wheel. The king commanded her to spin all the straw into gold by morning, or she would face dire consequences. Desperate and terrified, the girl had no idea how to accomplish such a feat.
As she wept, a strange little man appeared in the room. He offered to spin the straw into gold in exchange for her necklace. The girl agreed, and by morning, the room was filled with gold. The king was delighted but greedy for more, so he ordered her to repeat the task the next night in a larger room filled with more straw.
Again, the little man appeared, and this time, the girl gave him her ring in exchange for his help. By morning, the room was filled with gold, but the king’s greed knew no bounds. He demanded she spin yet another, even larger room of straw into gold, promising to marry her if she succeeded.
The girl laid down on the straw, her heart pounding in her chest. With trembling hands, she exposed herself to the little man, feeling a mixture of fear and resignation. The little man approached, pulling out his mighty sword, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
As he inserted his sword into her, the girl cried out, tears streaming down her face. She bit her lips to stifle her sobs, the pain and humiliation overwhelming her. The little man paid no heed to her distress, focused solely on his task.
The girl laid down on the straw, her heart pounding with fear. Her hands trembled as she exposed herself to the little man, feeling a mix of terror and resignation. The little man approached, drawing his mighty sword, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
As he inserted his sword into her, the girl cried out, tears streaming down her face. She bit her lips to stifle her sobs, the pain and humiliation overwhelming her. The little man paid no heed to her distress, focused solely on his task. Each thrust of the sword elicited a moan from the girl.
Soon, moans began to escape her lips, growing louder with each moment. The little man grinned wickedly and started caressing her large breasts. The girl bit her lip, unable to stop the moans that escaped her mouth.
“It hurts,” the girl whispered, tears falling.
“Don’t worry, it will be over soon,” replied the little man, continuing to stroke her breasts.
With each movement of the little man, the girl felt the pain gradually transform into a strange sensation. But despite everything, she endured it all, hoping for the ordeal to end.
Then the little man laid down on the straw, and the girl sat on top of him, starting to bounce her hips. His sword entered deeply into her cave.
“S-So deep,” moaned the girl, biting her lip as she continued to bounce.
“Better,” whispered the little man, grinning as he watched her.
The girl felt every movement of the sword inside her, each thrust bringing a strange sensation. She kept bouncing, trying to hasten the end of their agreement.
“Don’t stop,” ordered the little man, his hands gripping the girl’s hips to guide her movements.
“Y-Yes, I will,” replied the girl, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and unusual sensation.
Then the girl reached a peak of sensation. Her legs shook from the intensity of it, but she still hated every moment.
“Even though I hate this,” she thought, “I must continue.”
The little man grinned, sensing her inner turmoil. “Now, get on your hands and knees, like a dog,” he commanded.
With a heavy heart, the girl positioned herself as he instructed, feeling both humiliated and determined to get through the ordeal.
“Good,” said the little man, approaching her once more. “Let’s finish this.”
The girl braced herself, knowing there was no turning back.
Then he inserted his sword into her cave again. Each thrust was accompanied by a sharp slap on her butt.
The little man increased his pace, thrusting so fast that the girl could barely keep up. Despite her hatred and humiliation, her body reacted, and soon they both reached the peak of sensation together.
The little man exploded inside her, their juices mixing within her. Exhausted, she collapsed beside him, panting and trembling. He pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face, and without another word, he turned back to the spinning wheel.
“It is done,” said the little man, getting up and beginning to spin the straw into gold. The room gradually filled with the shimmering metal.
By morning, the room was filled with gold. The little man had vanished, leaving the girl alone with her mixed feelings of relief and shame.
When the king arrived and saw the golden straw, he was overjoyed. He praised the girl, completely oblivious to the price she had paid for his greed.
Each night, the little man returned to the girl, repeating the same disturbing ritual to spin the straw into gold. With each encounter, the girl’s burden grew heavier, her body and spirit worn down by the relentless demands of the little man and the king’s insatiable greed.
As the nights passed, the inevitable happened. The girl found herself with child, the result of those forbidden encounters in the dimly lit room filled with straw and deceit. When the king learned of her condition, he wasted no time in marrying her, believing himself to be the father of her child.
With her marriage to the king, the little man’s visits ceased, leaving the girl to navigate the complexities of her new life as royalty. But as her pregnancy progressed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that lingered within her, a reminder of the price she had paid for her fleeting moments of safety and security.
In the quiet of the night, during the eighth month of her pregnancy, the little man appeared once more in the chamber. The girl, heavy with child and filled with fear, looked up at him with a mixture of dread and resignation.
“I have come for what is rightfully mine,” the little man said, his voice carrying a sinister edge. “When you deliver the child, I shall take him with me.”
Before the queen or the king could respond, the king drew his sword with a furious swipe. “Enough of your games!” he roared, swinging at the little man. But as the blade cut through the air, the little man vanished into thin air, leaving only a chilling echo of his laughter behind.
They were left shaken and afraid, for each night thereafter, the little man returned to remind them of his claim. Desperate for a solution, the king sought counsel from his wisest advisor, a man steeped in the lore of the kingdom.
“There is a myth,” the wise man began, his voice low and grave, “of a little man who plays a dangerous game of guessing his true name. If we can discover it, we may have a chance to break his hold over you.”
The queen, clutching her swollen belly, listened intently. She knew that her child’s fate hung in the balance, entwined with the dark secrets and ancient magic that surrounded them.
The day finally arrived, and the queen gave birth to a baby boy. The castle was filled with both celebration and apprehension, knowing that the little man would soon return to claim what he believed was his.
True to his pattern, the little man appeared that very night, his presence a chilling reminder of their pact. “I have come for the boy,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence.
The queen, determined to save her child, took swift action. She dispatched messengers throughout the kingdom, ordering them to gather every unusual name they could find, hoping that one might be the key to breaking the little man’s hold.
Night after night, the queen guessed names, each one met with disappointment as none proved to be correct. On the third night of her search, one of her messengers returned with a curious report. “Your Majesty,” the messenger began breathlessly, “I saw a strange little man dancing around a fire, singing:
“My name is Rumpelstiltskin, and none shall guess it right!”
The queen’s heart raced with newfound hope. She knew that she had finally uncovered the little man’s true name, a name that could potentially save her son from his clutches.
As the echo of “Rumpelstiltskin!” filled the room, the little man let out a scream of fury that reverberated through the castle. He stomped his foot so hard that the floor cracked beneath him, then disappeared in a swirl of anger and magic, never to be seen again.
The queen held her child close, relief flooding through her as she realized they were finally free from the sinister pact. The kingdom celebrated, and the king rejoiced, knowing that his family was safe from the threat of Rumpelstiltskin.
Yet, despite the happiness that surrounded them, the queen’s mind lingered on the mystery of her son’s true identity. She couldn’t shake the fear that, one day, another dark secret might come to light. But for now, they cherished their newfound peace and the joy of being together, far away from the shadow of the little man who once haunted their lives.
- Rumpelstiltskin - June 15, 2024