Snowy and the Seven Petites

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

She couldn’t tell if the woman was dead or merely unconscious.  Either way, it was clear that she was not a willing participant in the activities taking place in the glen.  She watched as the man’s massive cock slid out of the woman’s body, glistening with juices, only to be rammed deep back into the still body.  Hippy thought it was disgusting that the male would take advantage of the motionless body.

Hippy pulled an arrow from her quiver and aimed carefully.  She drew back on the string a bit more and then let the arrow fly.  The man cried out in pain as the arrow plunged deep into his meaty ass.  He quickly stood up and looked around, seemingly unconcerned that his long thick cock was waving in front of him.  He peered into the woods in all directions for long moments, trying to detect his attacker.  Hippy was unconcerned about being spotted, though.  She had hunted in these woods all her life and knew how to blend in.  Besides, she had many more arrows if she was detected.

The man finally gave up looking.  He glanced down at the prone body at his feet and obviously decided against continuing the rape.  Hippy saw him tuck his cock, which had softened but was still quite large, back into his pants.

Hippy gasped at what happened next.  The man drew a knife from the sheath that was strapped to his calf and then knelt beside the woman.  She saw him place the blade at the woman’s throat and saw his lips move as he said something.

The next arrow went cleanly through the wrist that was holding the knife.  He shrieked with pain and dropped the blade.  Again, he stood, this time holding his injured wrist with his other hand.  He scanned the surrounding forest again.

Hippy was amazed that he hadn’t already fled.  She decided to give him some more encouragement.  The third arrow did the trick.  It sank into his beefy thigh, eliciting another shriek.  The male jumped onto his horse, screaming in pain as the arrow in his ass made contact with the saddle but even the pain did not slow him down.

Hippy waited until the sounds of hooves grew faint and then disappeared before she emerged from her hiding place among the trees.  She stepped into the clearing and looked around cautiously and then moved soundlessly toward the prone form in the center of the glen.

Hippy the Huntress wore a short skirt made from a deer that she had shot over a year ago.  She wore the skin almost like a sarong and it tied over her right hip.  Her top was more of a deer skin sash than a bra or blouse.  It draped over one shoulder and hung diagonally across her torso, covering one compact breast but leaving the other exposed.

She always became aroused during a hunt and the encounter with the male was no different.  The exposed nipple was stiff and stood proudly from the firm, pert breast.  She had customized the sash to meet her needs.  The quiver was stitched into the back of the sash and little pockets had been sewn into the front to carry spare arrowheads and other items.  A dagger was strapped to her right thigh.

She looked down at the woman on the ground.  She was beautiful, with milky white flesh which contrasted greatly with Hippy’s darkly tanned skin.  Her long black hair fanned out on the ground around her head.  Her long flowing dress was bunched around her waist, revealing finely tapered legs that were alabaster white.  At the juncture of the two beautiful legs, her jet black pubic hair had been trimmed in the shape of a little heart.

The woman’s bodice had been torn and a breast had spilled out.  It was full and firm and stood up from the chest with no signs of sagging at all.  It was capped with a cherry red nipple that appeared to be as stiff as Hippy’s.

Hippy could detect no signs of life.  She knelt beside the woman and placed a hand on the exposed breast.  It was warm to the touch.  She thought she could detect gentle movement of the woman’s chest but when she held her ear to the woman’s ruby red lips, she could not hear anything or feel any air being exhaled.  If she was breathing, it was very shallow.

Hippy reached down and tore away the rest of the bodice, letting the other breast emerge in all its glory.  She turned her head to the side and placed it on the woman’s chest, feeling the soft yielding flesh of the breasts against her lips and back of her head.  With her ear pressed tightly to the woman’s chest, she could hear a heartbeat.  The woman was alive!

Now what should she do?  The woman was too large for the diminutive Hippy to be able to carry.  She could run and get help from her housemates but that would leave the woman vulnerable if the male, or anyone else, came back.  She sat down in the cool grass beside the woman to try to think of a plan.

“Hi ho, Hippy,” she heard after she had been leaning against the woman and thinking for over ten minutes.  She turned toward the voice.

“Oh, hi ho, Chesty,” she shouted back.  “I’m sure glad to see you.”  She always thought it comical to see Chesty walking through the woods.  Chesty was an accountant and always wore a business suit to work.  But rather than ride to work, she chose to walk to do her part to save the environment.  And the shortest distance from home to the office took her through two miles of forest.  So once again the nearly naked huntress saw her good friend approaching in her business suit with briefcase in one hand and her jacket thrown over her shoulder, being held by the other hand.

“What did you shoot this time?” asked Chesty as she got closer.  She saw Hippy sitting on the ground but couldn’t make out what was beside her because of all of the underbrush between her and Hippy.

“Just some disgusting male,” replied Hippy as she stood up.

As Chesty entered the clearing, she saw the form that lay prone at Hippy’s feet.  “Uh… Hippy…. That’s not a male.”

Hippy rolled her eyes.  “I know that’s not a male.  I shot the male who was raping her and who was about to kill her.   He ran off.”

“Oh,” nodded Chesty.  “I see.”  Chesty had earned her nickname, as had all of the seven occupants of the home that they shared.  Her starched blouse was straining from the way her generous breasts pushed out against it.  They looked especially large on her slender body and petite frame.

“What are you going to do with her?” asked Chesty.

“Well, first I have to get her home,” replied Hippy.  “I want Doc to check her out.  She’s barely breathing.  Then, I don’t know.  I might keep her.  She’s beautiful.”

Chesty stepped up to the sleeping woman and looked down at her.  “Wow!  She’s gorgeous!” she remarked.  “But isn’t she kind of big to be your pet?”

“Our pet,” corrected Hippy.  “If I keep her, she will belong to all of us.  But first I have to figure out how to get her home.”

“Want me to go get the cart?” asked Chesty.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!  That way I can stay here and guard her in case that male comes back.”

An hour later, Chesty returned, leading a miniature pony that was pulling a cart.  She had changed her clothing and now wore deer skins that were identical to Hippy’s.  Hippy had made outfits for all of her housemates out of the skins that she had collected.

Like Hippy, Chesty had one breast exposed and Hippy licked her lips as she saw it bouncing with each step that Chesty took.  She and Chesty were occasional lovers and Hippy loved to feast on the glorious orbs that seemed to defy gravity.

They loaded the woman into the cart and then took her back to the house.  Sleazy and Dopey came out to help and they each grabbed a limb and moved her into the kitchen.

“I found her in the woods, Doc,” explained Hippy.  “I don’t know if she was poisoned or drugged or what but I thought she was dead.  She’s been like that for a couple of hours.

“Let me take a look at her,” said Doc.  Doc, who really was a doctor, was a beautiful almost-platinum, blonde with a svelte but curvy body.  And like Hippy, she had breasts that were smallish in size but were perfectly proportioned to her petite body.  All of the occupants in the house were petite and none of them stood taller than five feet.  The locals referred to them as the Seven Petites, although some of the more mean-spirited ones called them the Seven Dwarfs.

Each was different but each was stunningly beautiful.  There were two blondes, two redheads, two brunettes, and Chesty who had long flowing auburn hair.  Several had smallish breasts while the others were generously endowed.  There were blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, and hazel eyes.  Each of them had slender waists and long tapered legs.  At least they looked long in proportion to the rest of their bodies.  They were as long as could be expected on a four foot six inch body which was the average height in the house.  Six of them had slim boyish hips.  Hippy was the exception and had nicely curved hips that gave her a more mature, womanish look but also earned her the nickname.

Doc took out her stethoscope and listened to the heartbeat.  “It’s slow but regular.  Her breathing is shallow but sufficient.  I recognize the symptoms.”

“What is it, Doc?” asked Sleazy.  Sleazy was the lawyer of the group.  She earned the nickname partially because of her profession and partly because of her trampy ways.  She would indiscriminately bed with just about anyone, regardless of whether or not she knew them and regardless of gender, and loved to dress in slutty clothes when she was not working.  Currently, she was in a sharp business suit since she had just returned from work.

“A new poison,” replied Doc.  “She could sleep for months without the antidote.”

“Do you have the antidote?” asked Dopey.  Dopey was the resident artist.  She earned her nickname not because of her mind.  In fact, she was very bright and resourceful.  But she was a free spirit who loved to experiment with all fashion of drugs.  Since she was frequently doped up, she earned the name of Dopey.

“Of course I do,” smiled Doc as she held up a syringe.  She moved to give the woman the injection but was stopped short.

“Wait!!!” called out Hippy.  “We should decide what we want to do with her first.  I was thinking we could keep her as a pet.”

“She’s awfully big to be a pet,” observed Dopey.  Dopey was one of the smaller of the Seven Petites and stood only four feet two inches tall.  But like her other small friends, she was perfectly proportioned.  Even her breasts were more in line with the size of her frame.  The C cup breasts looked perfect on her body and had just the slightest hint of sag, which Hippy found to be very sexy.  Hippy also loved to feast on those breasts whenever she had a chance to bed with Dopey.

“I vote we keep her too,” said Sleazy.  “She looks like she would be fun to play with.”

“I say she becomes our toy too,” added Doc.  “What do you think, Chesty?”

“I think she’s beautiful.  And it will be great to have a slut around the house again.  But shouldn’t we wait to hear from Busty and Grumpy?”

“Well, I already know what Grumpy’s answer will be,” said Hippy.  “She’s always interested in fresh meat for her sadistic little games.”

“Busty will want to keep her too,” added Dopey.  “She loves big tits and this one has the biggest I’ve seen in a long time.”  The woman’s breasts were indeed larger than those of the Petites but she was also over a foot taller than any of the seven women.  So her breasts, while large, were well proportioned to her body.

“Okay then,” said Hippy.  “It’s settled.  We have a new pet.  Let’s bind her and then you can give her the antidote.”

The Petites worked together and quickly bound the sleeping woman to the table, with her limbs stretched to the four corners.  Hippy pulled out her dagger and sliced the remnants of the clothing away, causing a collective, audible inhale as the five women saw the woman in all of her naked glory for the first time.

“Oh wow!” said Dopey.  “She’s even more beautiful than I thought.”

“She’s amazing,” agreed Chesty.  She reached out and ran a palm over the tight smooth belly.

“I just love what she’s done with this,” said Hippy as she traced her finger around the outline of the heart-shaped pubic hair.  She slipped a finger lower, parting the woman’s petals and then pulled back a glistening finger that she popped into her mouth.  “She’s delicious too.”

“We will be rich if we ever decide to sell her,” added Sleazy.  The other women all turned to Sleazy with shock painted on their faces.

“Sell her?” asked an astonished Hippy.

“Well, it’s always an option,” offered Sleazy.

“Are we ready now?” asked Doc as she held the syringe up again.

“Ready,” replied Hippy.  The others nodded in agreement.

Chapter 2

“Hi, sweetie,” said Doc as the woman stirred and opened her eyes.  “You are safe now.  Hippy saved your life.”

“Hippy?” she croaked.  “Saved my life?  What happened?”

Someone pushed Hippy forward to the side of the table.  She raised her hand and waved silently.  “That’s me.  Hippy.”

Doc lifted the woman’s head and held a glass of water to her bright red lips.  She drank gratefully and drained the glass of its contents.

“Why am I tied down?” the woman asked as she looked across her naked body and saw the ropes.  “And why am I naked?”

“We’ll answer all of your questions eventually,” replied Doc.  “But it was for your own good during treatment.  Now, Hippy has some questions for you.”

“Why did that man try to kill you?” asked Hippy.

“What man?”

“The man you were with in the forest,” replied Hippy.  Then she realized that the woman was unconscious and might not have even known there was a man.  “Tell me what you remember.”

The woman closed her eyes and tried to think.  Then she opened them again.  “I was with the gamekeeper.  He offered to ride with me today.  I like to ride every day and he said he should go with me since some bears had been seen in the forest the day before.”

“Bears?” exclaimed Hippy.  “Here?  There are no bears around here.  And I should know.  I practically live in the forest.”

“That’s what he said,” she stated.  “We rode deep into the forest.  And then everything went black.”

“Do you remember feeling anything?” asked Doc.  “Or drinking anything?”

The woman shook her head.  “I don’t remember.”

Doc spent the next five minutes examining every inch of the woman’s skin that was reachable with the way she was tied to the table.  She ran her fingers over the incredibly smooth and silky flesh and held a magnifying glass to look more closely.

“Aha!” she finally exclaimed.  “Here it is.”

“What is it?” asked Chesty.

Doc pointed to the woman’s upper right arm and placed her finger on the supple flesh.  Everyone gathered around to see what she found.  There, they saw a tiny pinprick.

“That’s the normal way of introducing the poison.  It appears that the gamekeeper meant to kill you and decided on a quick fuck before he sent you to your maker.”

“The gamekeeper?” asked the confused woman.  “Why would he do that?  He has always been kind to me.”

“Maybe he was paid to do it?” offered Hippy.  “Who knows?  But I saw him with a knife to your throat.  You would be lying in a puddle of your own blood in the middle of the forest if I hadn’t shot him in his wrist.”

“Thank you for saving me,” said the woman.  “I still find it hard to believe that he would do that to me, though.  Can you let me up now?  I feel much better now.”

“That’s the other thing that I wanted to talk to you about,” said Hippy.  “Since you were found in the woods and helpless and since I saved your life, I have decided to keep you.  You are our pet now.”

“What?!?!?!??!” sputtered the shocked woman.  “You can’t do that!  They will be looking for me.  And when they find me, you’ll be arrested and executed.”

“I doubt that,” said Sleazy.  “I doubt that the gamekeeper will be able to admit that he failed.  He’ll probably just report that he killed you and pocket his fee.”

“What is your name?” asked Dopey.

“My name is Caroline,” the woman replied.

Hippy gasped.  “Caroline?  The princess?”

“Yes,” confirmed the woman.  “I am Princess Caroline.  Now if you will let me go, I will see that no charges are brought against you.”

Hippy reached out and placed her hands over the royal breasts and squeezed lightly.  Then she leaned down and ran her tongue around each of the red nipples.  “You have such beautiful white skin.  From now on, you are no longer Princess Caroline.  You will be known as Snowy.”

“You can’t get away with this!” screamed Snowy.  She had been trying to maintain her composure up until now but it was becoming intolerable now, especially when this girl was touching her so intimately.  “My father and stepmother will find me and give you a taste of revenge!”

“Consider it a favor that we are keeping you,” said Sleazy before she leaned down and kissed Snowy on the lips.  She held the kiss as Snowy struggled for over a minute before continuing.  “Someone wants you dead.  With us, you may be our slavegirl but at least you are a live slavegirl.”

Doc joined the fun.  She ran her fingers through the little heart-shaped tuft of fur and then slid her fingers lower, parting the petals and slipping a finger into the bound woman.  She wiggled it and then used her fingers from the other hand to toy with the slick little clitoris.

“Just think of the benefits of your new life,” said Doc.  “You get to share a bed with a warm loving body each night.  You will be well cared for and fed.  You will get free medical attention.  And the sex will be glorious.”  She slid her finger deeper into the struggling woman.

Snowy tried to protest but Sleazy had started kissing her again.  Hippy had relinquished one of the beautiful breasts to Chesty who was now sucking and gnawing on the nipple.  Hippy was doing the same thing with the matching nipple.

Snowy started to moan into Sleazy’s lips as the fingers and tongues and lips and teeth tormented her body.  She tried to resist the rising arousal in her body but all of the sensations were too much for her.  Before long, she erupted in a powerful, if unwanted, orgasm.

They waited until Snowy came down from her orgasmic high.  Then they released her feet and hobbled them together with a length of rope.  She would only be able to take small mincing steps.  Two lengths of rope were tied around her neck and a Petite stood on either side of the captive, holding onto the leashes.  Once they felt that she was under control, they released her hands.  She tried to flail around but her arms were quickly captured and her wrists were bound in front of her.

“Okay,” said Hippy.  “Time to stand up.  We need to move you.”

They helped her swing her feet off the table and then helped her to stand up.

“Oh my gosh!”  Snowy exclaimed.  “You’re all so tiny!!!”

Snowy stood six feet tall and towered over even the tallest of the Petites.  “You’re dwarfs!”

“We aren’t dwarfs,” responded a miffed Chesty.  “We’re simply petite.  And we are now your owners.”

“Oh god!” groaned Snowy.  “I’ve been captured by elves!”

They bound her standing upright to a pole in the middle of the great room.  She would be available to anyone who wanted to play with her until Grumpy and Busty got home.  Then they would figure out how to best utilize the talents of their new slave.

In the meantime, Hippy headed back into the forest.  She went to the spot where she had captured Snowy and set the items that she brought with her on the ground.  She had brought Snowy’s torn dress and she used a wolf claw that she had saved from an earlier season to further tear and shred the dress.  She scattered the remnants about a bit as a wolf would do as it mangled its prey.  Then she took the gallon of blood and started sprinkling it on the bits of cloth.  After she was pleased with the effect, she poured the remaining blood onto the spot where Snowy had been lying.  It was not human blood.  They had butchered a pig several weeks earlier and Hippy had saved the blood.  She thought it might be useful for attracting prey.  This time, hopefully it would keep predators from coming too close.  The final thing that she did was to drop the locket that Snowy had been wearing onto one of the scraps of cloth.  It would appear that Snowy had been mangled and torn apart by a pack of wolves and then had her carcass dragged away to be eaten.

Hippy melted back into the forest and waited.  She waited for two hours but she was used to that when she hunted.  She had learned patience and it had made her a deadly predator.  As she expected, the male came back.  He was heavily bandaged around his wrist and she assumed that his ass and thigh were also bandaged but they were hidden by his pants.  And he came alone.  Surely that was a sign that he had been hired to kill the girl.  If not, he would have brought an entire search party.  But he could not afford witnesses.

He was also carrying a rifle and he had a pistol strapped to his leg.  He would kill anyone who might be a witness to his deadly plan.  Hippy slowed her breathing and became very still.  She could not afford to be detected.  Her bow and dagger would be no match for the guns.

He arrived at the gruesome spot and got down from his horse.  A smile appeared on his lips as he walked around the blood-soaked scene.  He was only there for a few minutes before he got back onto his horse.  The last thing he did before remounting was to pick up the locket and drop it into a pocket.  He quickly scanned the surrounding forest and then rode off in the direction he came from.  He would be able to report to the Queen that her stepdaughter had been murdered.

Chapter 3

It was dusk as Hippy got back to the house.  She could smell the acrid aroma of marijuana in the air so she knew that Dopey was somewhere nearby.  All of a sudden, a screech pierced the air.

“Oh god,” she muttered.  “Grumpy must be home.”

“She sure is.  Hi ho, Hippy,” called out Dopey.  Hippy walked in the direction of the voice and around the tree.  Seated on the ground with her back resting against the tree was her perpetually stoned housemate.  Dopey was wearing her deer skins now and the sight of the naked breast sent a thrill through Hippy.  Of all of the breasts in the household, these were the ones she thought were the most beautiful.  At least she did until she saw the next pair.

“Hi ho, Dopey.  Is she playing Will You Submit?” asked Hippy.

“Of course,” Dopey responded.  “We should probably expect a lot more screaming.”

“What is it tonight?  Fire?  Electricity?  The threat of the loss of body parts?”

Dopey took another long drag on her joint and then breathed out slowly after she kept the intoxicating smoke in her lungs as long as she could.  “Needles,” she replied with a husky voice.

“Oh, I just hate that,” said Hippy.  “Has she done that to you yet?”

“No, not yet,” was Dopey’s reply.  “Despite my name, I’m not so dopey.  I don’t bet with her.”

“Yeah, it was my own fault,” agreed Hippy.  “I shouldn’t bet with her either.  It was awful.  I’m going inside to see how bad the damage is.”

“It didn’t look bad ten minutes ago.  But be prepared for a porcupine,” warned Dopey.

Hippy knew what to expect before she even walked through the door but she was still surprised at the sight that met her eyes.  Snowy was still tied to the pole but they had adjusted her arms.  Instead of having her arms bound behind the pole, they were extended above her head and bound, leaving her body stretched upward.

Grumpy was standing on a step stool to give her more altitude and was holding a needle in her fingers, pointed at the center of Snowy’s left nipple.  The two magnificent white breasts looked like pincushions with dozens of needles sticking out of them.

“Will you submit?” asked the sadistic Grumpy as she raked the point of the needle over the tip of the tender little nubbin.

Snowy whimpered from fear but shook her head defiantly.  “Never!” she replied.

“Very well,” was Grumpy’s response.  She touched the point to the center of the captive’s nipple and pushed slowly, indenting the flesh for a moment before the needle poked through.  Then she slowly pushed the needle home, eliciting another shriek from the poor bound girl.

Hippy shook her head.  Even though she knew what to expect, she never actually expected what she found when Grumpy was in one of her moods.  Her housemate was a complete contradiction.  She was the author in the household.  She wrote beautifully romantic novels about men and women finding themselves and living happily ever after.  But in her real life, she was a devout lesbian who lived for torturing other females.

Hippy felt a hand slip under her deer skin sash and cup her breast.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll clean up the new girl.  She’ll be as good as new in the morning.”

Busty had walked up behind Hippy and caught her in one of the rare moments when she was not alert.  But Hippy didn’t really mind.  She felt the warm full breasts of her housemate pressed against her back.

Busty was a nurse.  She worked in a clinic and had unpredictable hours.  When she got home depended on who walked through the doors of the clinic.  She had apparently just gotten home because Hippy could feel the stethoscope that Busty kept around her neck during the day pressing into her shoulder blade.

“I want this one kept intact,” said Hippy.  “I want her healthy and cared for.”  She reached up with one hand and grasped the wrist of the hand that held her breast.  In an instant, she pulled away and spun on her heels, facing Busty.  She tilted her head forward, pressing her forehead to Busty’s.

“I mean it.  She is my pride and joy.  She is my trophy.”

Then Hippy arched her neck a bit and slowly brought her lips closer to Busty’s.  Eventually, the lips touched and Busty let out a long sigh as she enjoyed the kiss.

“Do I need to submit again?” asked Busty breathlessly after the kiss ended.  “You know that I will belong to you if you want.”

Hippy kissed Busty again.  “I don’t want to own you, love.  I want you to have your own life and your own free will.  I just want to claim you whenever I can.”

Hippy placed her hands on Busty’s shoulders and pushed her back to admire her.  She saw a beautiful redhead who currently had her hair tied up in a bun because of her work.  Her body was almost completely concealed by the voluminous smock that she wore which was also dictated by her work.  Only two clues gave hints to what a treasure she was.  The first was the warm, soft, sexual, beautiful contours of her face.  Hippy could never stare at this housemate enough.  The second was the way her blouse was thrust forward by the twin peaks that adorned Busty’s chest; hence the name Busty.  She possessed two of the wonders of the world.

Hippy reached up and released Busty’s hair, letting it spill down her shoulders and back.  She brushed the hair back so that the redhead’s mane flowed down her back.  She did not want her view obstructed.

The half naked blonde then moved her hands to the top of the smock and undid the first button.  Busty blushed as she realized she was going to be undressed in front of the entire household…  again.  She knew she should be used to it.  It happened often.  But for some reason, it always caught her off guard.

With the final button unfastened, Hippy pushed the smock off of the shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  The bra clasp was in front and, with a well practiced move, it was unsnapped and slid off of the shoulders to reveal the wonders that Hippy loved.  She realized all of a sudden why she was so attracted to Snowy.  Both Busty and Snowy had large, firm, beautiful breasts.  The rest of the clothing came off just as easily and Busty found herself standing naked in the midst of her six housemates and the captive.

Hippy reached into one of the pockets of her sash and withdrew two pieces of gold chain.  She fit one around Busty’s neck and then attached the second one to the first, forming a collar and leash.

“You are mine tonight,” Hippy announced loud enough for everyone to hear.  Busty’s blush deepened but inwardly she felt thrills rushing through her body.  “Tonight, I will have two slaves to keep me warm.”

By this time, Grumpy had removed all of the needles from the whimpering Snowy.  Hippy led Busty by the leash to the tall bound woman and instructed her to release Snowy from the pole and rebind her.  Once that was done, Hippy produced a second collar and leash and then led her two slaves off to her room.

Busty spent several minutes tending to Snowy’s tortured breasts.  Grumpy always used needles that had been soaking in disinfectant but Busty always swabbed down the flesh any time Grumpy got her needle collection out.  It was always good to be safe.

Hippy’s first order of business was to have Snowy service her other slave.  Snowy protested vehemently.  “I’m not lesbian!” she shrieked as Hippy pushed her head between Busty’s thighs.  She was still protesting as her lips met the already wet petals.  It took generous use of the riding crop to get her tongue moving but it worked and soon Busty was moaning in ecstasy.

Snowy was bound in the middle of the bed and the two Petites slept on either side of her, resting their heads on her soft pillowy breasts.

Chapter 4

“It seems that you are no longer a princess, Princess,” said Chesty when she got home from work the next day.  Snowy was bound in a wooden frame that held her upright and spread eagle.  She bore reminders of several of the women who owned her now.  Clamps on her nipples were donated by one of her captors.  Two red stripes across her belly were administered by another one who liked the effect that a cane can have on naked female flesh.  And a butt plug had been provided by another.

“What do you mean?” asked Snowy.

“I’ll read you the headline article,” said Chesty just as Hippy arrived.

“Hi ho, Chesty.”

“Oh, hi ho, Hippy.  I was just about to read Snowy an article about herself.”

“Princess killed by Wolves.  Yesterday, Princess Caroline tragically died.  She had been riding alone in the forest when a pack of wolves spooked her horse, causing it to buck.  She was thrown from her saddle and the wolves descended on her immediately.”

Chesty continued.  “The brave gamekeeper happened upon the scene but it was too late.  Nevertheless, he attempted to rid the area of wolves to recover the princess’ body.  He was badly wounded in the ensuing battle and barely escaped with his life.  Sadly, the remains of the princess were never recovered.”

“The entire country is in mourning.  A memorial service is scheduled for Saturday and it is anticipated that nearly everyone in the country will be in attendance to remember the beloved princess.”

“There’s a picture of the brave gamekeeper,” said Chesty, holding up the newspaper.

“I don’t understand,” said Snowy.  “I wasn’t killed by wolves.”

“But they all think you’re dead,” said Hippy.  “Here, let me see that picture.”  She took the newspaper from Chesty and then shook her head.

“That shit!” exclaimed Hippy.  The picture showed the gamekeeper lying in a hospital bed.  Visible was the bandage around his wrist that was caused by Hippy’s arrow.  But also visible was a bandage around his other hand, a bandage around his head, and another one around his chest and over his shoulder.

“This is all a fake for the cameras and the public,” said Hippy.  “I didn’t do all of that damage to him.  He got someone to wrap him up so he would look more heroic.”

“Why would he make all of this up?” asked Snowy.

Hippy walked up to the bound woman.  Her lips were at breast level so she unclamped one nipple and sucked it into her mouth before responding.  “He was paid to kill you.  Of that, I’m certain.  And he does think that you were killed by wolves.  I saw to that.  But he needed to embellish his story by acting like the wolves attacked him too.  Otherwise, how could he report that you were killed and he stood by without trying to help?”

Hippy reached out and started slowly stroking Snowy’s sex.  Her fingers glided over the petals which were dry but her renewed sucking on the nipple and the persistency of her fingers soon caused the petals to open to reveal a very moist pussy.

“Arrrggghhhh!” groaned Snowy.  “Why do you have to keep doing that?”

Hippy gave the nipple a light bite with her teeth and then released it.  “Because I can.  You belong to me now.  You will always belong to me.  Nobody will be searching for you, precious little slavegirl.”

“Let me go change my clothes, said Chesty.  “I want to play with her too.”  Chesty disappeared deeper into the house and reappeared a few minutes later wearing her deer skins.

“Jeeesshhhh!” exclaimed Snowy as she looked at the two tiny women in front of her who each had a breast exposed.  “Why is there so much nudity around here?”

Hippy laughed and gave Snowy’s other breast a nip with her teeth and then turned to Chesty.  She reached out and lifted the exposed, generous breast in her hand and leaned down to kiss it.  Then she turned back to Snowy who watched in amazement.

“Because we can,” Hippy explained.  “We can do anything we want here.  And we can do anything we want to you.”

“These are obviously real,” said Chesty as she bounced one of Snowy’s breasts up and down.  “Otherwise, Grumpy would have punctured something last night.”

“They are real,” confirmed Snowy.  “But would you mind leaving them alone?”

Chesty was a bit taken aback by the request.  She glanced at Hippy who just shrugged.  Then she looked back at Snowy.  “Why would I stop playing with my breasts?”

“Play with your breasts all you want,” replied Snowy.  “But leave mine alone.”

“Hmmmm,” said Chesty as she furrowed her brow.  “What is it that you don’t understand about slavery?”

“I understand that slavery is illegal,” responded Snowy.  “It doesn’t exist.  And I understand that you are delusional if you think you can kidnap me and hold me against my will without people finding out.  I’m a princess for god sake!”

“Slavery doesn’t happen?” questioned Chesty.  “Why, you’re living proof that it does.  And as for people finding you, I highly doubt it.  Nobody knows where you are.  Nobody even knows that you are alive.”

“Now, let me get back to my breasts.”  Hippy sat down to watch the show.  She knew how Chesty could be when she got worked up and she was curious about how it would play out this day.  Chesty started bouncing both breasts in her hands, enjoying how they jiggled and moved.  These breasts were almost exact replicas of Busty’s, Hippy thought.

“My breasts,” corrected Snowy.  “My royal breasts.”

Chesty stopped bouncing and reached up with both hands, combing her fingers through the jet black mane on the tall slavegirl’s head.  “This hair; it is our property.”

She moved her hands down and traced her fingers down the sides of the girl’s face.  “This is our property.” 

She moved a finger back and forth across Snowy’s lips.  “This is our property.  Are you seeing a trend here?”

“I’m seeing two future prisoners for the royal dungeons,” said Snowy, defiantly.

“There are a couple of things that you don’t understand, girl,” interjected Hippy.  “First, you truly are our property.  We can use you as we wish.  We can decorate you as we wish.  We can punish you as we wish.  You belong to us now.”

Then she continued without giving Snowy a chance to respond.  “But the other thing that you don’t seem to understand is that someone tried to kill you.  And that someone lives in the royal castle.  If you ever get back to the castle, it will be you living in the royal dungeons.  That is, you will be living there if they let you live.”

“Ha!” snorted Snowy.  “You are making all of that up.  Who would want me dead?”

“Think about it,” said Hippy.  “Who is the only person who would benefit from your death?”

“Nobody would benefit.  You saw the article.  The whole country is in mourning because they think I am dead.”

“Think again,” said Hippy.  “Who becomes the next ruler when the king dies?”

“I do, of course,” said Snowy as she held her head up high.  It felt odd to be acting so regal as Chesty played with her nipples.  But she was the princess!

“And who becomes the next ruler if you are killed?”

Snowy gasped as she started to see where this was heading.  “My stepmother, the Queen.”

“Exactly,” said Hippy.  The Queen is the one who paid the gamekeeper to kill you.  You would be dead if I had not stopped him.  And then I claimed what he left behind in the forest.  Now, you belong to us.”

“Who do these belong to?” chirped Chesty as she started bouncing the beautiful breasts in her hand again.  Snowy refused to answer, however.  Her head was in turmoil.  Could her stepmother really have commissioned her murder?  Could she really be a slavegirl to these dwarfs?

Chesty finally relinquished the breasts and knelt at Snowy’s feet.  She traced a finger along the slick petals before pushing it into the slavegirl.  A second finger joined the first and she started pumping them in and out, enjoying the warm wetness of the captive’s sex.  A third and then fourth finger were pushed into Snowy, causing her to groan as she was stretched uncomfortably.  Chesty leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the distended clit and watched Snowy’s firm belly rippling.

“Want to see a magic trick, Hippy?” asked Chesty.

“Sure,” replied the huntress who was enjoying the show.

“Watch carefully,” said Chesty.  “Now you see it…”  She tucked her thumb alongside the fingers and pushed.  She pulled back and pushed again.  One more push and her hand disappeared into the slavegirl who let out a shriek as the fist plunged deep into her.

“Now you don’t.”

Snowy looked down in disbelief that her body was being so disrespected and abused.  She saw the diminutive woman’s wrist disappearing into her sex and felt fingers roaming around inside of her.  “Please stop!  What do you want?”

“Oh, you have to try this, Hippy!  It’s wonderful and warm and cozy and so, so very wet.  Our new toy seems to like being toyed with.”  Then Chesty turned her head and looked up to Snowy who had tears running down her cheeks.  “Well, what I want is your body.”

She curled a finger inside of Snowy and then flicked it, thumping Snowy’s cervix and eliciting a scream.  “But I already own that, don’t I?” Chesty continued.  “I just need you to understand that you are our property now.”  She thumped the cervix again and this time elicited a grunt from the bound girl.

Hippy stood up and walked to the captive.  She lifted both breasts in her hands and kissed the ripe, white upper swells.  “Yes, love.  You need to accept the fact that you are a slave now.  The sooner you submit to us, the better.  It will make your life so much nicer.”

“I can’t,” sobbed Snowy.  This resulted in Chesty pulling her hand back in a fist and then pounding it upward to slam against the sensitive cervix.  Snowy shrieked again as pain exploded in her abdomen.  “I can’t submit.  I’m the princess.”

Chesty leaned forward and extended her tongue.  Her fingers were now stroking the girl’s vaginal walls as she fluttered her tongue over the captive’s clit.  Hippy started rolling Snowy’s nipples back and forth.  She would have liked to be able to kiss the bound girl but she would need a step stool for that.  She had to settle for just licking the milky white flesh of the abundant breasts.

“How old are you, Snowy?” asked Hippy.

“What?!?!?!?!?” gasped Snowy.  She was being abused by two pygmies and they wanted to know her age?

Hippy squeezed the stiff nipples, slowly increasing the pressure until they were flattened in her grip.  Snowy yelped in pain and struggled in her bindings.

“I asked you a question, girl,” said Hippy.  “How old are you?”

Snowy yelped again at the pain coursing through her chest.  “Nineteen!  I’m nineteen!”

Hippy released the nipples and leaned forward, kissing each of the abused buds.  “Nice young meat,” she said.  “You will serve us for many, many years.”

“Don’t make me cum!” begged Snowy.  She could feel herself nearing a climax as Chesty’s tongue continued to torment her.  Chesty would suck the girl’s clit into her mouth and then release it to let her tongue flutter over the little nubbin.  It was driving Snowy crazy.  And for some reason, the abuse to her nipples only made the situation worse.  She almost climaxed as the pain had surged through her breasts and now Hippy’s suckling on them was sending unwanted thrills through her bound and stretched body.

“Arrggghhhh,” she finally groaned as the climax struck her.  The two Petites kept their lips and tongues working and made sure that the orgasm continued.  Snowy’s body tensed and she quivered in her bindings, but still they kept up their attack.  A second orgasm erupted, causing her to shudder.  She was groaning nonstop now and her head rolled back with her eyes tightly closed.  Her entire body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration and she wailed, begging for mercy.

Finally, the assault ended.  Chesty leaned back and rested her bottom on her heels.  Hippy stopped tormenting the nipples and kissed the upper swells of each breast before stepping back.  Snowy just hung in the frame lifelessly and whimpered.

Chapter 5

“Awwwww,” pouted Hippy as she walked into the room.  “I liked that little heart.”

Snowy was once again bound.  This time she was tied to an X frame that had been tilted horizontal.  Her arms and legs were splayed widely, making all of her delectable body parts available for play.  Missing, however, was the little heart shaped tuft of hair over her Venus mound.

“But she looks much sleeker this way,” said Busty, “and much sexier.”

“Hmmmm,” replied Hippy.  “I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any sexier.  Why is she gagged?”

“She complains too much,” commented Busty as she ran two fingers over the captive’s petals, coaxing them open.  “We should have called her Yappy instead of Snowy.  She kept protesting while I was shaving her.”

Hippy stepped up behind Busty and reached around her, gathering the generous breasts in her hands and squeezing them lovingly.  Busty had the day off and was just wearing her deer skins, making it easy for Hippy to claim the wondrous orbs.  “I know someone else who can’t get any sexier.”

Busty giggled and turned her head to kiss Hippy before returning her attention back to the slavegirl.  “Awww, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Nah,” replied Hippy as she captured the nipples and rolled them back and forth.  “Only the extremely sexy ones.  You’re right, though.  Snowy does look nice with a bald pussy.  Maybe I should give you the same look.”

“You don’t like my little red bush?” asked Busty.

Hippy released a breast and slipped her hand under Busty’s skirt, letting her fingers stroke the little tuft of hair on her mound.  “I love your little red bush.  That’s why I dine on it so often.”  She slid her fingers lower and found Busty’s petals already slick with arousal and opened.

Busty giggled again.  “And I love you dining on it.  I was jut going to let Snowy up so she could do her chores.  Do you have anything you need her to do?”

“Well, I am awfully horny,” replied Hippy.

Busty laughed.  “I’ll take care of that.  No sense in wasting a slave’s time on that.  She could be doing laundry or preparing dinner instead.”

They had owned Snowy for almost a year at this point.  While she still complained at times, she did eventually resign herself to her new lot in life.  Over time, she had gained more and more freedom and was bound these days mostly for recreational purposes.

Snowy was tall for a girl and was especially tall in comparison to the Seven Petites.  It was almost comical to see her standing among a group of them where she towered over them.  They liked her height, however.  It placed her luscious breasts within easy reach of their mouths.

Busty removed the gag and then released the bindings before helping Snowy to her feet.  The tall woman stretched her lithe form and then thanked her mistresses before setting out to do her chores.

The adjustment to life as a slave had been difficult at first.  As a princess, she had been able to command everyone around her.  Now, everyone around her was able to command her.  But over time, she had adapted.  It helped that all of the Petites were so loving.  Even Grumpy, who sometimes inflicted pain on her, was very loving toward her.  Grumpy just liked to experiment on beautiful women with electricity and hot wax and needles and things.

The adjustment was also made easier by the gradual realization that Hippy had been right.  Her stepmother had paid someone to kill her.  So if she returned to her former life, she would simply be slain.

So she accepted the fact that she was Snowy the slavegirl instead of Caroline the princess.  Once she got to that point, things became easier for her.

It also helped that the sex was so good and so frequent.  She was amazed at how powerful her orgasms were with the Petites and how many times a day she could climax.  She missed having a good cock to fuck but the Petites had their dildos which was almost as good.

She was kept naked all of the time.  It had been a year since she had worn anything other than a collar or bindings.  Hippy was teaching her how to hunt and she even ventured out into the forest naked.  Occasionally, Hippy would also hunt naked and Snowy had grown to admire the sleek form of the Petite with the compact breasts.  In fact, she wished her breasts were more like Hippy’s.  In her mind, hers were too large.

Some of the Petites liked large breasts, she knew.  They seemed to love to play with hers.  But large breasts weren’t very practical, especially when she was running through the forest chasing after wounded prey.

Whenever Hippy took her hunting, they would make love in the forest.  At first, Snowy was uncomfortable with this for fear that someone would spy on their lewd activities.  But after awhile, she overcame her fear.  Now, it seemed very natural to lie down in a bed of ferns and eat her mistress or watch her beautiful mistress eat her.

“Dopey has the girl’s rings ready,” said Busty after Snowy had left to do her chores.

“Oh good,” replied Hippy.  “Just in time.”  Tomorrow was Snowy’s birthday and they had all agreed to give her a pair of nipple rings.  Since Dopey was the artist, she was commissioned to design and make the rings.  They would pierce her nipples tomorrow and present her with her gift.

Hippy wrapped her arms around Busty and kissed her, slowly backing her toward the frame that had just been vacated by their slavegirl.  It had been a long time since she had bound the beautiful Petite and she thought she would have a little fun with her friend this afternoon.

“Uh oh,” said Busty as she felt the frame bump into her butt.

“Uh oh is right,” smiled Hippy.  She slipped the sash off of Busty and then untied the knot that held the leather skirt up.  Both articles of clothing fell to the floor and Hippy pushed on Busty’s shoulders until she was lying on the frame.  She had to adjust the bindings so they would work on the much smaller girl but quickly had the diminutive woman bound and stretched tightly.

“What if someone walks in?” asked Busty.

“Then you have a real uh oh on your hands.”

Hippy leaned down and kissed her friend and then moved her lips to the glorious breasts.  Hippy had long ago realized that she was a breast woman.  She just loved large, firm breasts and Busty and Snowy had perfect ones as far as she was concerned.

Hippy could see that Busty was already highly aroused.  Foreplay was always unnecessary.  She was always well lubricated whenever Hippy was with her.  She wondered if Busty was always this way or just when she was at home.  It must make for some uncomfortable moments at the clinic if she was always this way.

But Hippy enjoyed foreplay.  So she started with one breast by clamping both hands around the base of the breast closest to her.  She squeezed the generous mound, constricting it at the bottom and then pulling upward.  Her fingers glided slowly over the supple flesh and pushed the nipple higher.  She leaned down and gripped the nipple between her teeth and tugged it upward.

“Oh god!” groaned Busty.  She raised her head and saw her breast being elongated as she felt the pain of her nipple being clamped tightly.  Hippy raised her head higher, further stretching the fleshy mound into a long cone.  “Aiiieeeee!” squealed Busty.

Hippy released the nipple and breast and started again.  “Aiiieeee!” Busty squealed again as her nipple was stretched even further from her body.  When the nipple was released a second time, Hippy placed a clamp on it and tightened it until it was flattened.  This coaxed another squeal out of Busty.

She moved around the frame to the other side and repeated her actions.  Busty’s sex was positively flowing at this point and she was doing everything she could to hold back an orgasm.

Once the second nipple was clamped, Hippy left the room, leaving a very confused Busty.  But she returned a few minutes later, carrying some items on a tray.

“I liked that look so much, I’m going to give it to you, too,” declared Hippy as she set the tray down.

“Oh no!” protested Busty.  “You said you liked my bush!”

“I do like your bush,” agreed Hippy.  “I think I’m going to enjoy a bald pussy even more.”  She worked up a foam and then spread it over the sculpted pubic hair.  She leaned down and kissed Busty’s taut belly and then picked up a razor.  A couple of minutes later, she was wiping off the remaining foam and admiring her work.

“Simply beautiful,” pronounced Hippy.  “It’s perfect.”  She knelt between the bound legs and, for the next hour, used her lips and teeth and tongue on Busty.  She brought her to the edge of climax over and over again and Busty was groaning and moaning and shrieking from frustration.  Eventually, Hippy allowed the big-breasted Petite to climax.

Chapter 6

Click.

Snowy stirred slightly in the bed where she was sleeping.  She opened her eyes and blinked twice before opening her eyes fully.  She lifted her head and saw that she was cuffed to the bedposts.  The clicks had been the locks of the handcuffs closing around her wrists and ankles.

“Happy birthday, precious pet,” smiled Hippy.  All of the Petites were there smiling down at her.  Those who worked outside of the home had taken the day off for the birthday celebration.

“Happy birthday!” the rest of the Petites chimed in unison.

“Thank you, Mistresses,” said Snowy as she became more fully awake.  “Why am I bound?”

“Because that’s the way we wanted you,” said Doc.  “This is a very special day for our twenty year old pet.”

“It’s time for your first orgasm,” said Dopey as she crawled onto the bed.  She lay down between Snowy’s stretched legs and tilted her head down, kissing the recently denuded mound.  Then she snaked out her tongue and started licking long strokes up between the slave’s labia, parting them.

“You get twenty of them today,” said Sleazy.  “One for every year.”

Snowy gasped.  Twenty orgasms would probably kill her!  Especially the way that the Petites did them.  She was always totally spent after sex with a Petite.  There was no way she could survive twenty of them.

The rest of the Petites availed themselves of the slave’s body.  Hands and lips roamed freely all over the luscious flesh.  It took only five minutes to push the girl over the edge.

“Birthday spanks!” announced Chesty as Snowy returned to the living after her powerful climax.  “You first, Busty.”

“For my spanks,” said Busty as she sat down in a chair, “I want to give them the old fashion way.”  The Petites released Snowy and led her to the chair.  Busty smiled up at the girl and patted her lap.

Snowy groaned.  She had heard of people being spanked this way when they were young but, being a princess, she had never experienced it.  Now as a full grown adult, she was expected to lie across the lap to have her bottom punished.  Busty smiled up expectantly and patted her lap again.  Snowy knew that she had no choice.  Reluctantly, she laid herself across the tiny woman’s legs and tensed her body, anticipating the punishing blows.

No blows came though.  Instead, she felt Busty’s hand slowly and softly caressing her bottom cheeks.  The hand moved over the firm, shapely mounds and then the fingers glided down the valley between the two mounds.  Snowy sucked in her breath.  They had played with her ass before but she had never been entirely comfortable with it.  It seemed so dirty.  And at times, it was painful.

“Yikes!” Snowy yelped.  She had received her first spank.  The fingers started roaming again.  This time, they moved down through the valley again but kept moving.  Busty reached beneath Snowy and let her fingers find the girl’s clit.  She started strumming it until Snowy started panting.  The fingers retreated and Snowy received her second spank.

For close to an hour, this routine was repeated.  Busty would toy with the girl’s sex, occasionally pausing to deliver another spank.  The rest of the Petites watched and fondled one another as Busty coaxed the second and third orgasms of the day out of the girl.  Snowy was a sweaty bedraggled mess by the time she was allowed to stand.

They decided that they should let Snowy shower.  Her hands were bound behind her back and Hippy and Dopey were assigned to assist her.  There was more fondling and squeezing and probing than shampooing and scrubbing for the next thirty minutes.  But eventually Snowy emerged from the shower, clean and refreshed and with another orgasm.

It went on like this throughout the day.  Some of the Petites used hands to deliver the spanks.  Some used paddles.  One used a flogger as Snowy was bound facing the whipping post.

Finally, it was time for Grumpy’s spanking.  Snowy had climaxed eighteen times and felt like she was just one raw sexual nerve.  The slavegirl had been locked in a specially designed frame that would hold her torso upright but thrust her bottom back as her legs were tucked forward.  It would be perfect for what Grumpy had planned for the girl.

Grumpy’s method called for a cane.  These were going to be the harshest spanks of the day.  She started by kissing Snowy and fondling the breasts that were thrust forward and vulnerable.  Snowy was gasping for air by the time the kiss ended.  Grumpy picked up the cane and immediately swung it, striking the beautiful bottom cheeks that were already pink from the earlier spanks.  A narrow red line extended across both cheeks when the cane was lifted.

Snowy was howling after ten stripes and Grumpy paused.  She would return to her task but she had another duty that she wanted to take care of first.  She turned and unrolled a leather wrapping, revealing her tools.

It had been ages since Grumpy pierced nipples, which was a shame since it was one of her favorite pastimes.  It was almost a ritual for her.  She liked to go slow and savor every sound and reaction from her victim.

Snowy furrowed her brow when Grumpy turned back to her with a gauze pad and a bottle of alcohol.  Then she became even more confused when the pad was wetted and then rubbed over and around each of her nipples.  The evaporation cooled the nipples and caused them to stiffen up tightly.

Grumpy would have to wait.  She liked working on erect nipples but preferred them when they were softer.  It would take a few minutes for them to loosen up.  The rest of the Petites huddled around Snowy to watch the piercing but knew better than to touch her.  Any further stimulation could delay the softening of the little buds.

As she waited, Grumpy ran her eyes over the six pairs of breasts of her naked housemates.  Each of them would look good with nipple rings but she had been unable to convince them to let her pierce them.  Busty’s breasts would particularly exotic with rings in them and, since Busty was the most submissive of the seven of them, the rings would provide a nice attachment point for a leash or reins.  But even Busty had refused.

The girl’s nipples finally relaxed and Grumpy went to work.  She started by clamping forceps onto the breasts.  Each of the forceps was designed to flatten the nipple and the areola.  Snowy howled as they pinched her tender flesh and she looked down, seeing the tips of her breasts flattened into vertical pads.  Grumpy turned back to the bench.

Snowy howled again when Grumpy turned back to her holding an evil looking instrument.  “Wait!!!  Please no!!!  Please, I’ll do anything!!!”  Snowy had just realized that Grumpy intended to pierce her nipples and didn’t want to have her body maimed like that.

“You will already do anything for us, girl,” said Sleazy.  “We own you.”

Grumpy leaned forward and kissed Snowy.  “You will love our birthday present for you.  You will look so exotic wearing them.”

Grumpy placed the instrument to Snowy’s left breast.  It was designed to attach to the forceps and had a little plunger that fit into a hole in the forceps.  The device was designed to quickly punch a hole through the tender flesh but Grumpy had modified it so that, instead of a quick instantaneous punch, the plunger would move slowly through the captive flesh, creating a seemingly endless period of agony.  This was probably why the other Petites refused to have their nipples pierced.

Grumpy turned on the device and the electric motor started humming.  At first, Snowy could feel nothing but she watched in disbelief, knowing that her body was about to be marred.

In a way, this device was like an automated leather punch.  It was not like using a needle to create a hole.  It would bore out a larger hole and remove the core of tender flesh.  Eventually, Snowy felt the blade touch her flesh and she sucked in her breath.  A moment later, it cut through the flesh and Snowy shrieked.  She kept shrieking until the blade emerged from the other side.

Grumpy made some adjustments and detached the blade from the plunger.  Then she placed a gold stud behind the blade and pushed the blade all the way through.  She removed the forceps and screwed little gold balls onto each end of the stud.  Snowy would wear these until she healed and then her rings would be inserted.

Snowy howled and struggled as Grumpy set up the device on her other breast and then shrieked as the blade slowly ran through her poor innocent flesh.  Pain coursed through her body and she begged for mercy.  But before long, both of her breasts were adorned with beautiful gold balls.

Snowy was whimpering as Grumpy put her tools away and then shrieked again as Grumpy brought the cane down across her exposed and vulnerable ass.  Why was this Petite so cruel?

Chesty positioned herself at Snowy’s sex and used her tongue to toy with the beautiful petals that were on display.  She would scoop up between them and then flutter over the clit.  Despite all of the pain she was enduring, Snowy felt her body reacting to the lips and tongue.

Chesty was aggressive in her lovemaking.  She was determined to score number nineteen during the caning.  She sucked the tender clit between her teeth and let her teeth rake along its length.  She fluttered and flickered and pulsed and sucked.  She probed and scooped with her tongue.  She gripped the labia and stretched them away from the girl.

Snowy was groaning and her upper body was flushed with arousal.  Chesty’s ministrations were working.  The nineteenth blow of the cane elicited another shriek but almost put her over the top.  On the twentieth blow, she shrieked again and climaxed.

Chesty saw the body tense and heard the whimpering and mewls.  She kept her tongue working and prolonged the climax until the mewls turned into moans and then groans.  Then Snowy became silent and limp.  She had passed out.

Snowy had received all of her birthday spanks but she was still due one more orgasm.  The Petites had a special treat in store for their slavegirl.  Hippy and Sleazy went outside to bring the treat in.  Doc and Busty tended to the unconscious girl.  She came to quickly and they gave her fluids to drink.

Once she had fully recovered, Dopey showed Snowy the rings she had made that would eventually replace the studs that were now deeply embedded in her breasts.

On was an ornately tooled pair of thick gold hoops.  They were substantial and heavy but they were beautiful.

The other pair was a lighter gold ring with fine gold webbing.  In the center of the golden spider web was a kneeling naked girl in profile.  Dangling from the bottom of the ring, much like a charm bracelet, were the figures of seven smaller women.  It was Snowy and the Seven Petites memorialized in jewelry.

The pain was gone at this point but Snowy was still sniffling from the indignity of having her breasts maimed.  She looked down again at her chest and saw the twin peaks thrusting outward from her body.  The difference now was that each peak had two gold “boulders” at the top.  She looked back to the jewelry that Dopey was hoping.  She wished that she did not have to wear anything through her nipples but, if she did have to, these were beautiful.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said.  “They are beautiful.”

Dopey leaned forward and kissed Snowy.  “They will only become beautiful once you wear them.”

At this point, Hippy stepped back into the room.  “We’re all set.  Bring the girl in.  But gag her first.”

Doc produced a soft rubber ball and stuffed it into Snowy’s mouth, wrapping the leather straps around her head and then buckling them together under Snowy’s long mane.  Then they released her from the frame and led her into the bedroom where Hippy had gone.

Snowy gasped as she slipped into the room.  The Petites streamed in behind her and circled the bed, pushing the girl toward it.  On the bed, tied spread eagle, was a naked male.  He was a beautiful boy who looked to be about the same age as Snowy.  Sleazy had her lips around the cock and was bobbing her head up and down to keep the boy hard.  But even with the cock partially hidden by Sleazy’s mouth, Snowy could tell that the cock was massive.

“Happy birthday, girl,” Hippy sang out.

“Happy birthday, Snowy,” the others chimed in unison.

They had gagged Snowy so that the male could not recognize the princess’ voice.   They had also gagged the male and they blindfolded him so he could not see the girl.

Sleazy pulled back and wrapped her tiny fist around the massive pole, stroking it as the other Petites pushed Snowy forward.  They helped her onto the bed and then positioned her so she was straddling the male’s hips.  Sleazy aimed the cock at the girl’s love channel that was still dripping from all of her arousal.  Then the Petites pushed down on her shoulders, letting the spear slice into the captive’s body.

Snowy groaned into her gag as she felt every inch of the cock’s progress.  It moved deeper and deeper until she finally grunted.  It had banged against her cervix and it was still not completely embedded in her.

The Petites started her moving up and down until a steady rhythm was achieved.  Then they all stood back to watch.  Snowy looked around the room as she bounced up and down.  Each of the Petites was smiling and each seemed to have their eyes focused on different points.  Some watched as her breasts bounced deliciously with each stroke.  Some watched the glistening pole as it emerged and then disappeared back into her body.  Doc was watching her asshole as it puckered and she reached out to run her finger around the little rosebud.

Busty and Grumpy sat on the bed and reached out to let their fingers strum the little clit, sending unwanted thrills through the girl’s body.  Snowy felt like some sort of lewd porn star performing for her audience.  But she had to admit that it felt good to have a real live cock inside of her.

She climaxed at the indecent scene and then climaxed again.  Two Petites started licking and nibbling on the boy’s nipples until he finally climaxed.  Busty and Grumpy coaxed a final orgasm out of their girl before she finally passed out again.

They lifted their slave off of the boy after she had achieved orgasms twenty, twenty one and twenty two of the day.  They untied the boy and Hippy led him back into the wilderness to deliver him back to his family.

“What if she gets pregnant from that?” asked Chesty after the seven Petites were back together at the end of the night.

“Then we’ll name the baby Snowflake,” smiled Dopey.

Chapter 7

The boy became a regular visitor after that.  During the initial encounter, he had recognized the voice of someone from the clinic where he frequently took his grandmother.  It had been easy, once he figured out who the voice belonged to, to follow Busty home one night.

He confronted the Petites one night.  In exchange for his silence about the beautiful slave, he wanted unlimited access to the slavegirl who had felt so exquisite molded around his cock.  He promised he would not tell a soul.  He just wanted to enjoy the divine creature.

Hippy had wanted to kill the boy to ensure his silence.  But the cooler heads of the other Petites prevailed and a deal was struck.  The boy could fuck Snowy whenever he liked but it had to take place in the home of the Petites and under their supervision.

Over time, he realized that he was fucking the princess but he stayed true to his word and never told a soul.  He was enjoying depositing his seed in the royal pussy too much to risk letting anyone know.

News of the king’s death arrived one day and it was a harsh blow to the Petites.  Surprisingly, Snowy took it better than anyone.  She dearly loved her father but he was part of her former life.  She had already accepted her new life as a slave.

Several months after the king’s death, things started to change in the country.  The first thing that changed was the new Queen’s treatment of the population.  Taxes were raised.  People were arrested indiscriminately.  Houses were burned.  She was turning out to be a cruel, cruel dictator.

The second thing that happened was the Queen’s discovery that her stepdaughter was still alive.  A huntsman reported seeing two women hunting in the forest.  One was a half-naked tiny blonde woman.  The other was a tall, naked, black-haired woman with milky white flesh, ruby red lips, and large, beautiful breasts.  The tall woman was described as being unbelievably gorgeous..  The Queen knew immediately that Princess Caroline was alive.

She summoned the gamekeeper and interrogated him until he confessed what had happened.  He truly did think that she was dead but he had not killed her as he had been ordered to do and as he had reported.

“Hang him by the balls!” the Queen commanded.  Two men dragged the pleading gamekeeper to the courtyard where they stripped him naked.  A rope was tied tightly around his balls and he was hoisted into the air, dangling upside down.  But scrotums are not designed to support weight.  After only a minute, the sac burst and the balls popped free.  The gamekeeper fell to the ground, howling in agony.

“Hang him by his cock!” shouted the Queen.  Again, the rope was bound around the indicated body part and the gamekeeper was hoisted back into the air, shrieking wildly.

But penises are not designed to carry weight either.  It took a bit longer but, within minutes, the cock was severed from the man’s body and he fell back to the ground.  Blood was flowing freely at this point.

“Hang him by his tits!” shouted the Queen.  The two men looked at each other in confusion for a moment but then one of them had an idea.  He reached into a box and pulled out two metal meat hooks.  They sank the hooks into the flesh of the gamekeeper’s chest and then raised him into the air again.  One hook tore out immediately, leaving a bloody, jagged hole.  But the second one held.  The gamekeeper was left hanging in the air until he finally died from loss of blood.

“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself,” muttered the Queen to herself after watching the last of the gamekeeper’s life slipping away from him.  She went to her rooms and started preparing for her murderous mission.  She painted her face to disguise herself as an old woman and found an ugly wig and equally ugly clothes.  Then she headed into the forest, hunched over to make her appear even older.

Snowy answered the door when she heard the knock.  Even though she had earned the trust of the Petites by now, they still kept her bound in some way when she was alone.  Today, her ankle was shackled but the long chain allowed her access to most of the house.

The queen sucked in her breath as Snowy came into view.  She knew her stepdaughter was gorgeous but she had never seen her naked before.  It had always been her face and figure that defined her.  But seeing her nudity, the Queen was struck by how breathtakingly beautiful Princess Caroline really was.

“My, my, aren’t you a beauty?” croaked the Queen, disguising her voice.  “I must have disturbed your bath, dearie.  You’re all naked.”

“Thank you, old crone,” said Snowy.  “But no, you did not disturb my bath.  I usually stay naked.  Usually there is nobody in the forest to see me.”

“And you have a chain attached to your leg,” the Queen observed.  “Are you a prisoner of some sort?”

The Queen was having second thoughts at this point.  If the princess had been captured and was now a slave, she was unlikely to ever be able to claim the throne.  Maybe she could live in slavery.

Snowy was confused about how to answer.  Perhaps this was a way for her to finally escape.  But something about the old hag seemed wrong.  For some reason, she did not trust the visitor.

“It’s just a bondage game that we play,” she replied.  “It’s very exciting.”

The Queen sighed.  The girl would have to die after all.  She thought about the items she had brought and determined which ones she would use.  Then she reached out and placed her hands beneath the girl’s breasts, lifting them with splayed fingers.

“These are lovely,” remarked the Queen.  Indeed they were.  They were full and firm and heavy.  They were exactly the kinds of breasts she would want her slave to have.  Steal the girl?  Or kill her?

“Thank you again, old crone,” smiled Snowy as she looked down and saw the woman claiming her breasts.  “They were made by one of my housemates.”   She thought the old crone was talking about her jewelry instead of the luscious breasts that bore them.  She was wearing the hoops with the spider web design today.  But the old woman had been referring to the magnificent orbs that overflowed her hands.

“I have some jewelry that would look stunning on these,” the woman said as her thumbs softly stroked the silky swells of the breasts.  “They are very expensive so I have not been able to find a buyer.  I will give them to you.  Your fine breasts will be the best advertisement I could hope for.”

“That is too kind of you,” replied Snowy.  “But I could not live with myself, knowing that I had accepted such a fine gift without giving anything in return.”  She looked down again and watched as the thumbs brushed over her flesh and was surprised at the little thrills of arousal that rushed through her body.

“Then what do you have that you can give me in exchange?” asked the Queen.

“Alas,” sighed Snowy.  “I have nothing.  Everything that you see before you is owned by others.”

“You have these,” said the Queen, bouncing the heavy breasts in her hands.  “You could let me taste them for a moment in exchange for my gift.”

Even those are owned by others, thought Snowy.  But it wouldn’t hurt to let the old hag suck on them.  “If you would find value in tasting me, then I would not feel guilty about accepting your gift.”

“Then it’s a deal,” croaked the Queen.  Her fingers went to the first ring and found how to release it.  Then she repeated the actions with the second one, freeing it also.  The rings looked very exotic and erotic on the luscious orbs but the breasts looked even more magnificent in their unadorned state.

“Where would you like me for your taste?” asked Snowy.

“Lie back on the table, dear,” replied the Queen.  “I want to have a feast.”

Snowy did as requested and quickly was lying on her back, looking up at the old hag.  The Queen looked down at the girl and ran her hand appreciatively over the silky flesh of the girl from her breasts down to her belly.  Then she leaned down and sucked one of the erect nipples into her mouth, letting her tongue bathe it and toy with it.

“Simply delicious!” observed the Queen as she took a break from her suckling.  “I must try the other.”

She moved to the other side of the table and sucked the second little bud into her mouth.  As her tongue and lips and teeth played with the nipple, the Queen slid her hand over the girl’s belly to her bald pussy and slipped a finger into the sex which she found already slick with arousal.

“Oh, my!” gasped Snowy as she realized what the old woman was doing.  This was not part of the deal.  But it did feel nice, she had to admit.  And it seemed to mean so much to the poor old hag.  So she parted her legs further and let the crone have her fun.

The Queen was loving every minute of this.  She would kill the girl but there was no reason not to enjoy the delectable body until then.  She stroked her finger in and out of the girl, feeling the youthful vaginal walls clenching and gripping her digit.  She raked her teeth over the tender nipple, eliciting a squeal from the girl and then used her finger to strum the sensitive clit.

Snowy’s head was spinning at this point.  She was lost in a swirling vortex of lust and the combination of the hag’s teeth on her nipple and finger on her clit were rushing her toward an inevitable orgasm.  Then, far too soon as far as either of them was concerned, Snowy’s body tensed.  She let out a loud groan and then quivered uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

“Thank you, dearie,” said the Queen as Snowy lay, totally spent, on the table.  “That was a wonderful gift that you gave me.  That was far more precious than gold or silver.”

Snowy just moaned and mumbled incoherently.  That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her young life.

“Now let me give you my gift, beautiful child.”  The Queen reached into her sack and pulled out two ruby-encrusted gold rings.  She held them to the girl’s lips.  “They will highlight your lips and nipples perfectly.”  Then she held them up for Snowy to see.

“Oh, my!” Snowy gasped.  “They are indeed beautiful.  But what I gave you is not nearly worthy of them.”

“Hush, child,” said the Queen.  “What you gave me is priceless.  And besides, if you keep them and like them and think they have more value, then you can treat me to your breasts again someday.”

“I will gladly let you suck on my breasts whenever you come through here.”

“It’s a deal,” said the Queen for the second time.  She reached out and fed the first ring through a pierced nipple and then turned the catch, locking it in place.  She repeated the action with the second ring and stood back to admire her work.

The rings laid flat on the bountiful breasts and were perfect.  Snowy was sleeping at this point, never to awaken again.  The poison in the rings would ensure that she would never be able to claim the throne that was rightfully hers.

The Queen leaned down and flickered her tongue over the lifeless girl’s clit, savoring the taste, before she let herself out.  She walked back through the forest and reached the castle before nightfall.

Chapter 8

Hippy was the first one to arrive home and was frantic.  Snowy’s body was warm but there was no heartbeat and no breathing.  Hippy didn’t know what to do.

Thankfully, Busty came in a few minutes later and started CPR on the lifeless body.  Hippy felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the twin breasts rising and falling with each breath.  But even with CPR, Snowy did not stir.

Doc finally arrived and examined the body.  Dopey showed up too and was fiddling with the rings and finally got them out just as Doc was about to pronounce Snowy dead.  But miraculously, Snowy’s eyelids fluttered open.

“She’s alive!” shouted Hippy.  “You saved her, Doc.”

“I don’t think it was anything that I did,” said Doc.  “I thought she was dead.”

They helped Snowy to sit up and gave her water.  Then they all sat down and had the girl tell them what she remembered.  Snowy told them of her uneventful morning, describing the laundry and cleaning that she had completed.  Then she told them of the old crone’s visit and the beautiful gifts.  She reached up and lifted her breasts to show off her new ruby rings.

“They’re gone!” she gasped.

“Do you mean these?” asked Dopey, holding the two rings in the palm of her hand.  “I took those off of you.”

“Let me see those,” said Doc.  She examined them closely but could not find anything out of the ordinary.

“Let’s put these back on you, girl.  I want to see what happens.”

Doc moved behind Snowy and reached around, plumping one breast before slipping the ring through the piercing.  She locked it in place and then repeated her actions on the second breast.  As soon as the second one was locked, Snowy fell into a deep sleep.  Doc immediately removed the rings.

“She poisoned you, Snowy,” said Doc.

“Who did?” asked a bewildered Snowy.

“The old crone did.”

“Awww, why would she do that?  She seemed so nice.  Spooky but nice.”

“Probably for the same reason that the gamekeeper tried to kill you,” said Hippy.  “She was probably paid by the Queen.”

“You shouldn’t be so trusting,” said Grumpy.

“Yeah,” added Chesty.  “Don’t let people in the house.”

“Yes, Mistresses.”

The household returned to normal after that.  Snowy performed her chores and hunted with Hippy.  She serviced her mistresses and received countless orgasms from them in return.

The boy continued to visit several times a week and the Petites always gathered around to watch the coupling.  Some of them even helped.  Sometimes, one of the Petites would use her mouth to get the boy as hard as possible before he fucked Snowy.  Sometimes, one of the Petites would grasp his cock and guide it into their slavegirl’s sex.  Once, Hippy even squatted down on him, impaling herself on his massive rod instead of using her mouth to get him hard.  Once was enough, though.  She was too tiny to be able to enjoy his impressive girth and length.

Life at the castle got back to normal also.  The taxes and arrests and home burnings continued.  The Queen introduced a new indignity on her people, though.  She had been so aroused by the beauty of her stepdaughter and so filled with lust as she played with the supple, delicate curves that she decided that she wanted a harem filled with slavegirls of her own.  She told her guards to search all of the villages and bring her every beautiful girl and young woman.  Soon dozens of young lovelies were kept prisoner in the castle to be abused or tortured or raped for the entertainment of the Queen.

It was during a visit to the royal dungeons to torture one of these young women that the Queen remembered the soothsayer.  The Queen had locked up the old woman in the dungeon months earlier for providing untrue and blasphemous information to the Queen.  The soothsayer kept telling the Queen that she was not the rightful heir to the Queen and that there was another two whom the crown belonged.  It turned out that the soothsayer had been right all along.

Today’s entertainment was to be the sealing and marking of a girl.  The Queen watched as the royal seamstress ran a needle and metal thread through a girl’s labia over and over again.  The girl shrieked in pain as her sex was sealed tightly.  The girl would never have sex with a male again.  Once the seamstress was finished, the Queen picked up the glowing branding iron from the coals nearby and pressed it to the beautiful outer swell of the girl’s left breast, eliciting another ear piercing shriek as the hot metal seared into the tender flesh.  The mark that remained after the iron was pulled away was an outline of the royal seal.  The girl had been marked as the property of the crown.  Then the Queen ordered that the soothsayer be delivered to her quarters.

“You may wear the crown but it is not yours.

“It rightfully belongs to another.

“She lives in the woods with seven tiny girls,

“Waiting to replace her stepmother.”

“Aiiieeeee!!!” screeched the Queen and she stomped her feet and pulled at her hair.  That was the same verse that the soothsayer had been reciting before she got locked away.  But the soothsayer was right before.  Could she be right now?  That was hard to imagine.  She had seen the princess die with her own eyes.  But she could not afford to take chances.  She would go back to the forest and finish the job this time.

Chapter 9

“Hello.”

Snowy tensed as she heard the gravelly voice.

“Is anybody home?”

Snowy remained silent, hoping the old crone would go away.  But she was to have no such luck this day.  She heard the clippety clop of the old woman’s heels moving across the kitchen floor and getting closer to her.

“Oh, lookie here,” said the old woman as she entered the great room.  “All wrapped up like a present for me.”

Snowy was indeed wrapped up.  She was bound in the square frame with her wrists and ankles wrapped in rope and stretched toward the four corners.  A bright red corset was wrapped tightly around her middle, severely constricting her waist.  And little red bows had been tied onto her nipples, behind the gold hoops that pierced them.

“Hello again, old crone,” said Snowy.  She was not supposed to let anyone in the house.  She knew that she did not let anyone in this time but she would probably still be punished.

“You are so delectable, little one,” said the Queen as she stepped closer.  “I’m surprised the Queen hasn’t collected you yet for her harem.  She has been gathering up all the ripe young things like you.”

“The Queen?” gasped Snowy.  “She is collecting girls?”

“Only beautiful ones,” said the Queen as she reached out and ran a cold finger down Snowy’s cheek.  “Ones like you.  Although I doubt that any of them are as beautiful as you.”

Snowy did not know what to say.  She didn’t think that this woman should be touching her but she was not really in any position to object.

The Queen ran her fingers back and forth along the soft rounded lower swells of each breast and used her thumbs to catch the ornate gold rings.  She ran her fingers to them and then stroked and lifted the metal.  “You have new jewelry, dear.  It looks lovely on you.”

She gripped the rings and pulled on them.  Snowy’s nipples extended further from her chest.  The Queen pulled harder and the breasts were stretched into cones.  Snowy hoped that the crone stopped pulling before the rings were torn out of her.  She gasped as the pain increased.

“I came back for another taste, my lovely,” said the Queen.  “You told me I could whenever I was in the area.  I hope you were not lying.”

Snowy gasped again.  It was not from the pain but at the thought that someone might consider her to be a liar.  She never wanted to be thought of in that way.   “Oh no, old crone.  It was the truth.”

She could have kicked herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth.  She should not be letting this old woman suck on her nipples again.  But now she had practically given her an invitation.

“Lovely,” smiled the Queen.  She released the rings, letting the breasts bounce back into shape.  Then she untied the little red ribbons that circled each nipple.

“Let me just remove these rings and then I will enjoy my lunch.”  She found the latches on each of the rings and opened them, sliding them carefully out of the piercings.  Then she leaned down to capture a nipple in her mouth but knocked the frame by accident.  It swung slightly.

“Oooo, an adjustable frame.  How delightful!”  The Queen rotated the frame until Snowy was horizontal and facing upward.  She slid a table beneath the girl’s torso to support her but, with the way she was so tightly stretched, her body had hardly sagged at all even without the support.  Then she sat down and began to feast on the left nipple.

As her lips and teeth and tongue played with the stiffening little bud, her fingers danced over and in Snowy’s sex.  Quickly, she brought the bound girl to an orgasm and then she switched sides.  Again, she tormented the rubbery little nipple and plunged her fingers in and out of the girl.  It did not take long for another orgasm to be stolen from the prisoner.

It was too bad that the Queen could not take this girl back to her harem.  She would have loved torturing the ripe curves and swells.  She would have loved sinking the heated brand into the succulent breast meat.  She would have loved watching the rightful queen kneeling at her feet and licking her to orgasm.  But that would be all too risky.  Instead, she would have to end her life here.

By the time the fourth orgasm came around, Snowy’s nipples were swollen and raw.  Her clit burned and felt like somebody had taken sandpaper to it.  She was panting hard and begging for mercy.

“I’m sorry, girl,” said the Queen.  “I must have gotten carried away.  But I have just the thing for you.”  She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water and an apple.

Snowy remembered the warnings from the Petites and shook her head quickly.  “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

The Queen had anticipated this reaction and planned for it.  She unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and took a sip out of it.  “There?  You see?  It’s fine.  Now drink.”

In fact, the water was fine.  The Queen held the bottle to Snowy’s lips and tilted it.  Snowy drank gratefully.

The queen held up the apple and carved a slice from it.  She popped it into her mouth and ate it.  “See?  The apple is fine too.”

She carved a slice from the other side.  It was the apple that had been poisoned, but only one half held the poison.  The Queen ate from the untainted side but gave Snowy a poison-laced slice.  Snowy let the old woman push the apple piece into her mouth.  She took one bite and then lost consciousness.  Within moments, her heart and breathing stopped.  The Queen had finally succeeded.  She turned the frame upright again and put the rings back in the glorious breasts.  She would miss these magnificent wonders.  She tied the little ribbons back on and then returned to the castle.

The Queen went directly to the soothsayer to confirm that she had killed Princess Caroline.  The soothsayer spread out her tea leaves and studied them.  Then she spoke.

“You wear the crown and it is yours.

“It rightfully belongs to you.

“Of other heirs, there are none.

“You can do what you wish to do.”

At long last, there was no threat.  The throne was hers!  She would throw a party and have her harem girls entertain the guests.  Everyone would be so grateful at being able to fuck the beautiful young women that she had collected that they would all be indebted to her.

Doc was the first one home this time and pronounced Snowy dead within minutes of finding her.  There was nothing she could do.  When Busty got home, the two of them cut her down from the frame and carried her to a bed.  Snowy did not have a bed of her own since her job each night was to keep a Petite warm, so Doc offered her bed.  They decided not to wrap the corpse just yet so that the others could pay their respects.

The house was an ocean of tears and a chorus of sobs that night.  Each Petite wailed when she heard the news.  And then they prepared to pay their final respects.

Most of them brought flowers.  One of them spread rose petals across the bed and sprinkled them over the still body.  Dopey brought a new nipple ring she had been working on.  She had only finished one, however.  Again, it was a heavy gold ring.  Suspended inside of this one by fine gold wires was the royal coat of arms.  She laid it on Snowy’s belly.

Hippy brought Snowy’s bow and quiver and laid them against the foot of the bed.  She also brought the deer skin outfit that she had finished the night before and planned on giving to Snowy tonight.  She laid it on the bed beside her fallen slave and friend.

The bedroom quickly looked like a shrine.

The boy showed up in the evening, ready for his latest fuck with the girl he had grown to love.  He shrieked at the news of her death and wailed nonstop for almost an hour.  Finally, his sobs died down.

“May I see her?” he asked tearfully.

“You may, Alfred,” replied Hippy.  The seven women went with him to where Snowy laid.  He started sobbing again but regained his composure.  He leaned over and kissed her red lips.  Then he kissed the upper swells of her luscious breasts.

“I still can’t believe she’s gone,” he said.  “May I be with her one last time?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” replied Hippy.  She glanced at Doc for confirmation but Doc just nodded.

“It can be his going away gift,” said Doc.

Alfred slowly shed his clothes.  There was none of the rushing that characterized his earlier lovemaking with this woman.  This was to be the last and he had no desire to hurry things along.  Finally, he was naked.  He climbed on top of her and Sleazy gripped his cock, guiding it to Snowy’s sex.

“She can’t be dead,” he said as he sliced into the still body.  “She’s wet.”

“She’s always wet,” replied Chesty.  “She was remarkable that way.”

He slowly pumped in and out of the lifeless woman and then he wailed again.  Then, he thrust deep and hard in anger and caused her whole body to jerk.  The thrust had caused air to expel from her lungs, dislodging the piece of apple that had been caught there earlier in the day.

Snowy sputtered and slowly opened her eyes.  Doc’s eyes opened wide in surprise at what she saw.  This girl was dead.  But now she wasn’t!

“Hello my prince,” smiled Snowy as she saw Alfred over her and felt his cock comfortably filling her sex.

“Hello my princess,” replied Alfred.  He leaned down and kissed her.

Chapter 10

“But I want her as a slavegirl,” said Chesty.  “She’s a valuable asset.”

“That’s my point,” replied an increasingly frustrated Hippy.  “We all WANT her as a slavegirl.  But the country NEEDS her as the Queen.  We can’t sit around and let this impostor wreck our country and keep trying to kill our girl.”

They debated into the wee hours of the morning as Alfred and Snowy fucked like there was no tomorrow.  In the end, they agreed upon a plan.

“Snowy,” said Hippy as the girl knelt at her feet the next day.  The tiny girl held the larger girl’s heavy breasts in her hands and leaned forward, kissing Snowy on the forehead.  “It’s time for you to become our Queen.”

Snowy gasped and pulled back in surprise.  “What?!?!?!?!?” she sputtered.  “I’m a slave.  How can I be your Queen?”

Hippy was patient.  She leaned forward and gathered the full breasts in her hands again, letting her fingers roam back and forth on the silky flesh because she knew that this could be the last time she got to enjoy her girl.

“I know that this comes as a surprise to you.  And I hope that you know that we all dearly want to keep you as our property.  But your country needs you.  You must take your rightful place on the throne.”

The seven of them had kept the news of the Queen’s reign of terror away from Snowy.  They did not want to sadden or worry the girl.  But now it was time for her to hear what was happening to her kingdom.  They told her everything they knew.

“What would your father think?” asked Doc.

“He would be saddened greatly,” said Snowy in a quiet voice.  A tear rolled down her cheek.

Hippy gave the plump breasts a squeeze.  “So that is why tomorrow you will become our Queen.”

“What will become of us?” asked Snowy.

All seven of the Petites were speechless.  They did not realize that the seven of them fit in any way as an “us” that Snowy could think of.  It was Sleazy who spoke next.

“Us will always be here.  Tomorrow you become the Queen.  Then it is up to you to determine what happens to us.”

Snowy finally acknowledged that she was the legitimate heir to the throne.  They talked about their plan.  They gave Alfred his assignment.  Several of them went as runners to the villages to enlist their support.  All through the day and night and throughout the next day, the plan was set in motion.

It was the night of the huge celebration.  Only the Queen knew that the celebration was in honor of the disposal of the only one who could contest the throne.  The rest of the people just thought it was a party.

Men were fucking the harem girls.  One girl was being fucked by a dog in the middle of a huge banquet table.  Girls were being sodomized.  Girls were servicing women against their will.  It was just a huge orgiastic spectacle.  And the Queen was loving every moment of it.  Everyone present would be eternally grateful for being invited to this gala event and everyone would be in her debt.

Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall burst open and seven tiny huntresses strode in.  Each of them wore deer skin outfits that left one breast exposed.  And each of them carried her bow at the ready.  They formed an arc as they fanned out.

Citizens poured in behind them, filling the semicircle that they had formed.  The huntresses had told them not to go beyond them.  They would be the first line of defense.  Some of the citizens carried guns.  Most only had pitch forks or axes.

“What is going on here?” screeched the Queen.  “Guards, arrest them!!!”

The guards turned toward the intrusive newcomers and advanced.

“Lords and ladies,” shouted Hippy.  “Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I present to you your Queen.”

On cue, Snowy walked through the door and the crowd of citizens parted to let her move forward.  She advanced until she stood beside Hippy, towering over the diminutive woman.  Alfred was right behind them.

Snowy looked awesome.  She wore the same deerskin outfit that had somehow become the unofficial uniform of the Petites.  One breast was exposed and the new ring with the royal coat of arms dangled from the nipple.  The ring with the spider web that symbolized Snowy and the Seven Petites hung from the other nipple but it was concealed by the sash.

She carried a bow, like the huntresses did but hers was slung across her back.  Her hair had been teased out by Dopey earlier in the day so that it looked like a wild mane.  She stood there proudly before the gathered crowd.  She was a huntress.  She was a warrior Queen.

“I present to you Queen Caroline,” Hippy shouted again.  “And the Queen’s Consort, Alfred.”

The crowd fell silent.  People looked at one another, dumbfounded, and then kept returning their gaze to the beautiful half naked woman with her seven tiny half naked friends.  Caroline and Alfred advanced with Hippy close by her side.  They walked through the crowd.

“Guards, seize them!” yelled the Queen.

“Guards,” shouted Hippy, “do not listen to that usurper; that impostor.”

“She’s the impostor,” shouted the Queen.  “Princess Caroline is dead.  I should know.  I killed her myself.”

The crowd let out a collective gasp at the revelation and then fell silent again.  Not a single guard advanced toward Caroline and Hippy.

“Three times,” said Snowy.  “Three times you tried to kill me.”

The Queen knew she was finished but she could not give up.  Once again, she ordered the guards to attack the tall raven haired beauty.  Instead of attacking her, though, they formed a protective corridor for her to advance through the crowd toward the throne where the usurper sat.

Snowy stopped in front of the impostor with her feet planted wide apart and her hands on her hips.  Hippy looked up at her proudly as she realized how regal and beautiful Snowy looked.

The Queen looked at Snowy also, with her eyes drawn to the beautiful exposed breast.  Oh how she wished she could feast on that again.

“What you have done to my country is atrocious,” Snowy began.  “You are a distorted, perverted, wicked woman with no morals and no goal other than to terrorize my countrymen for your own entertainment.  What you tried to do to me is despicable.  What you did to my countrymen is criminal.  You are not a queen.  You are a thief and a murderer and a rapist.”

Snowy turned her back to the impostor and addressed the crowd.  “I am your legitimate Queen.”

She paused and looked around the room.  All eyes were on her and at least half of the eyes were focused on her magnificent naked breast.  As her eyes scanned the room, she saw a girl kneeling on a table and being fucked by a dog.

“Get that dog off of that girl and bring her to me!” shouted Snowy.

“Yes your Highness,” replied a guard as he ran to the table.  “We’ll kill the dog.”

“Don’t harm the dog,” said Snowy.  “He did nothing wrong.”

The naked girl was trembling as she was brought forward.  She curtsied to Snowy and then stood before her with her eyes cast down.

Snowy reached out and cupped the girl’s chin in her hand, tilting the girl’s face up until she was looking into Snowy’s eyes.  The girl was beautiful and tears streaming down her cheeks were the only blemishes to the perfection of her face.  The only blemish to the rest of her was the mark on the outside of her left breast where she had been branded.

“How have you been treated by the usurper, girl?” asked Snowy.

“Poorly, your Highness.  We have been raped and tortured.  We have been given to the dogs often.  And most of us have been branded.”  She turned her torso to show Snowy her left breast in case she hadn’t already seen it.

Snowy looked up at the guards.  “Guards, seize the usurper.  Take her to the dungeons.”

“Nooooo!!!” wailed the impostor.  She glanced around quickly, trying to find a route to escape.  There was none but she had to try.  She darted into the crowd, heading for a door.  But the guards were too fast and they caught her and then carried her to the dungeons.

Snowy returned her gaze to the girl whose chin she still held.  “I want you to gather the rest of the girls and take them to the dungeon.  The usurper is yours to do with as you please.  I only request that you not kill her too quickly.”

“Yes, your Highness,” the girl smiled weakly.  “Thank you, my Queen.”

The impostor did die slowly.  The girl who Snowy had talked to started by taking the glowing branding iron and pressing it to the ex-Queen’s flesh after she had been stripped naked.  Then the iron was reheated and each of the girls who had been branded held the glowing iron to a different part of the naked body.  In between brandings, the usurper was whipped and fucked by dogs and sodomized with poles and clubs.  After several hours of this, the usurper’s body was covered in charred flesh.  She passed out again.

She had passed out a number of times but this time they were unable to revive her.  She appeared to be dead.  So they loaded her carcass onto the coals and roasted her.  After awhile, there was nothing but blackened bones on the coals.  They placed the bones in a burlap sack and took it to the docks where they gave it to a sea captain.  “When you get far out to sea,” the girl instructed, “far, far away from these lands, dump these bones into the ocean.  They do not belong in our land.”

Snowy was crowned the next day.  She and Alfred were married the day after that.  Nine months later, they had a beautiful baby girl who they named Snowflake.

The kingdom returned to normal and, in fact, better than normal.  It was thriving far more than it had under the leadership of Snowy’s father.  But Snowy was not completely responsible for all of the improvements.

She had a new Exchequer of the Currency named Chesty who made changes that helped the economy.  The new Chief Magistrate, named Sleazy, restored the rule of law and restored confidence in the court system.  Doc was made the Royal Physician and Surgeon General and created a public health system that was the best in the world.  Busty became the Chief Administrator of the Royal Hospital and improved health care for any patients who were treated there.

Grumpy was the new Poet Laureate and created a network of libraries throughout the country.  Hippy was the Royal Gamekeeper and revived numerous species that were on the verge of extinction as she improved the lands and parks throughout the land.  And Dopey had two jobs.  She was in charge of the Royal Endowment for the Arts and caused art in all forms to flourish like it never had before.  She was also named to head the Royal Drug Enforcement Agency.

Each night, the Queen would summon a different Petite to warm her bed, comfort her, and pleasure Alfred and her.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

Chapter 7

The boy became a regular visitor after that.  During the initial encounter, he had recognized the voice of someone from the clinic where he frequently took his grandmother.  It had been easy, once he figured out who the voice belonged to, to follow Busty home one night.

He confronted the Petites that night.  In exchange for his silence about the beautiful slave, he wanted unlimited access to the slavegirl who had felt so exquisite molded around his cock.  He promised he would not tell a soul.  He just wanted to enjoy the divine creature.

Hippy had wanted to kill the boy to ensure his silence.  But the cooler heads of the other Petites prevailed and a deal was struck.  The boy could fuck Snowy whenever he liked but it had to take place in the home of the Petites and under their supervision.

Over time, he realized that he was fucking the princess but he stayed true to his word and never told a soul.  He was enjoying depositing his seed in the royal pussy too much to risk letting anyone know.

News of the king’s death arrived one day and it was a harsh blow to the Petites.  Surprisingly, Snowy took it better than anyone.  She dearly loved her father but he was part of her former life.  She had already accepted her new life as a slave.

Several months after the king’s death, things started to change in the country.  The first thing that changed was the new Queen’s treatment of the population.  Taxes were raised.  People were arrested indiscriminately.  Houses were burned.  She was turning out to be a cruel, cruel dictator.

The second thing that happened was the Queen’s discovery that her stepdaughter was still alive.  A huntsman reported seeing two women hunting in the forest.  One was a half-naked tiny blonde woman.  The other was a tall, naked, black-haired woman with milky white flesh, ruby red lips, and large, beautiful breasts.  The tall woman was described as being unbelievably gorgeous..  The Queen knew immediately that Princess Caroline was alive.

She summoned the gamekeeper and interrogated him until he confessed what had happened.  He truly did think that she was dead but he had not killed her as he had been ordered to do and as he had reported.

“Hang him by the balls!” the Queen commanded.  Two men dragged the pleading gamekeeper to the courtyard where they stripped him naked.  A rope was tied tightly around his balls and he was hoisted into the air, dangling upside down.  But scrotums are not designed to support weight.  After only a minute, the sac burst and the balls popped free.  The gamekeeper fell to the ground, howling in agony.

“Hang him by his cock!” shouted the Queen.  Again, the rope was bound around the indicated body part and the gamekeeper was hoisted back into the air, shrieking wildly.

But penises are not designed to carry weight either.  It took a bit longer but, within minutes, the cock was severed from the man’s body and he fell back to the ground.  Blood was flowing freely at this point.

“Hang him by his tits!” shouted the Queen.  The two men looked at each other in confusion for a moment but then one of them had an idea.  He reached into a box and pulled out two metal meat hooks.  They sank the hooks into the flesh of the gamekeeper’s chest and then raised him into the air again.  One hook tore out immediately, leaving a bloody, jagged hole.  But the second one held.  The gamekeeper was left hanging in the air until he finally died from loss of blood.

“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself,” muttered the Queen to herself after watching the last of the gamekeeper’s life slipping away from him.  She went to her rooms and started preparing for her murderous mission.  She painted her face to disguise herself as an old woman and found an ugly wig and equally ugly clothes.  Then she headed into the forest, hunched over to make her appear even older.

Snowy answered the door when she heard the knock.  Even though she had earned the trust of the Petites by now, they still kept her bound in some way when she was alone.  Today, her ankle was shackled but the long chain allowed her access to most of the house.

The queen sucked in her breath as Snowy came into view.  She knew her stepdaughter was gorgeous but she had never seen her naked before.  It had always been her face and figure that defined her.  But seeing her nudity, the Queen was struck by how breathtakingly beautiful Princess Caroline really was.

“My, my, aren’t you a beauty?” croaked the Queen, disguising her voice.  “I must have disturbed your bath, dearie.  You’re all naked.”

“Thank you, old crone,” said Snowy.  “But no, you did not disturb my bath.  I usually stay naked.  Usually there is nobody in the forest to see me.”

“And you have a chain attached to your leg,” the Queen observed.  “Are you a prisoner of some sort?”

The Queen was having second thoughts at this point.  If the princess had been captured and was now a slave, she was unlikely to ever be able to claim the throne.  Maybe she could live in slavery.

Snowy was confused about how to answer.  Perhaps this was a way for her to finally escape.  But something about the old hag seemed wrong.  For some reason, she did not trust the visitor.

“It’s just a bondage game that we play,” she replied.  “It’s very exciting.”

The Queen sighed.  The girl would have to die after all.  She thought about the items she had brought and determined which ones she would use.  Then she reached out and placed her hands beneath the girl’s breasts, lifting them with splayed fingers.

“These are lovely,” remarked the Queen.  Indeed they were.  They were full and firm and heavy.  They were exactly the kinds of breasts she would want her slave to have.  Steal the girl?  Or kill her?

“Thank you again, old crone,” smiled Snowy as she looked down and saw the woman claiming her breasts.  “They were made by one of my housemates.”   She thought the old crone was talking about her jewelry instead of the luscious breasts that bore them.  She was wearing the hoops with the spider web design today.  But the old woman had been referring to the magnificent orbs that overflowed her hands.

“I have some jewelry that would look stunning on these,” the woman said as her thumbs softly stroked the silky swells of the breasts.  “They are very expensive so I have not been able to find a buyer.  I will give them to you.  Your fine breasts will be the best advertisement I could hope for.”

“That is too kind of you,” replied Snowy.  “But I could not live with myself, knowing that I had accepted such a fine gift without giving anything in return.”  She looked down again and watched as the thumbs brushed over her flesh and was surprised at the little thrills of arousal that rushed through her body.

“Then what do you have that you can give me in exchange?” asked the Queen.

“Alas,” sighed Snowy.  “I have nothing.  Everything that you see before you is owned by others.”

“You have these,” said the Queen, bouncing the heavy breasts in her hands.  “You could let me taste them for a moment in exchange for my gift.”

Even those are owned by others, thought Snowy.  But it wouldn’t hurt to let the old hag suck on them.  “If you would find value in tasting me, then I would not feel guilty about accepting your gift.”

“Then it’s a deal,” croaked the Queen.  Her fingers went to the first ring and found how to release it.  Then she repeated the actions with the second one, freeing it also.  The rings looked very exotic and erotic on the luscious orbs but the breasts looked even more magnificent in their unadorned state.

“Where would you like me for your taste?” asked Snowy.

“Lie back on the table, dear,” replied the Queen.  “I want to have a feast.”

Snowy did as requested and quickly was lying on her back, looking up at the old hag.  The Queen looked down at the girl and ran her hand appreciatively over the silky flesh of the girl from her breasts down to her belly.  Then she leaned down and sucked one of the erect nipples into her mouth, letting her tongue bathe it and toy with it.

“Simply delicious!” observed the Queen as she took a break from her suckling.  “I must try the other.”

She moved to the other side of the table and sucked the second little bud into her mouth.  As her tongue and lips and teeth played with the nipple, the Queen slid her hand over the girl’s belly to her bald pussy and slipped a finger into the sex which she found already slick with arousal.

“Oh, my!” gasped Snowy as she realized what the old woman was doing.  This was not part of the deal.  But it did feel nice, she had to admit.  And it seemed to mean so much to the poor old hag.  So she parted her legs further and let the crone have her fun.

The Queen was loving every minute of this.  She would kill the girl but there was no reason not to enjoy the delectable body until then.  She stroked her finger in and out of the girl, feeling the youthful vaginal walls clenching and gripping her digit.  She raked her teeth over the tender nipple, eliciting a squeal from the girl and then used her finger to strum the sensitive clit.

Snowy’s head was spinning at this point.  She was lost in a swirling vortex of lust and the combination of the hag’s teeth on her nipple and finger on her clit were rushing her toward an inevitable orgasm.  Then, far too soon as far as either of them was concerned, Snowy’s body tensed.  She let out a loud groan and then quivered uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

“Thank you, dearie,” said the Queen as Snowy lay, totally spent, on the table.  “That was a wonderful gift that you gave me.  That was far more precious than gold or silver.”

Snowy just moaned and mumbled incoherently.  That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her young life.

“Now let me give you my gift, beautiful child.”  The Queen reached into her sack and pulled out two ruby-encrusted gold rings.  She held them to the girl’s lips.  “They will highlight your lips and nipples perfectly.”  Then she held them up for Snowy to see.

“Oh, my!” Snowy gasped.  “They are indeed beautiful.  But what I gave you is not nearly worthy of them.”

“Hush, child,” said the Queen.  “What you gave me is priceless.  And besides, if you keep them and like them and think they have more value, then you can treat me to your breasts again someday.”

“I will gladly let you suck on my breasts whenever you come through here.”

“It’s a deal,” said the Queen for the second time.  She reached out and fed the first ring through a pierced nipple and then turned the catch, locking it in place.  She repeated the action with the second ring and stood back to admire her work.

The rings laid flat on the bountiful breasts and were perfect.  Snowy was sleeping at this point, never to awaken again.  The poison in the rings would ensure that she would never be able to claim the throne that was rightfully hers.

The Queen leaned down and flickered her tongue over the lifeless girl’s clit, savoring the taste, before she let herself out.  She walked back through the forest and reached the castle before nightfall.

Chapter 8

Hippy was the first one to arrive home and was frantic.  Snowy’s body was warm but there was no heartbeat and no breathing.  Hippy didn’t know what to do.

Thankfully, Busty came in a few minutes later and started CPR on the lifeless body.  Hippy felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the twin breasts rising and falling with each breath.  But even with CPR, Snowy did not stir.

Doc finally arrived and examined the body.  Dopey showed up too and was fiddling with the rings and finally got them out just as Doc was about to pronounce Snowy dead.  But miraculously, Snowy’s eyelids fluttered open.

“She’s alive!” shouted Hippy.  “You saved her, Doc.”

“I don’t think it was anything that I did,” said Doc.  “I thought she was dead.”

They helped Snowy to sit up and gave her water.  Then they all sat down and had the girl tell them what she remembered.  Snowy told them of her uneventful morning, describing the laundry and cleaning that she had completed.  Then she told them of the old crone’s visit and the beautiful gifts.  She reached up and lifted her breasts to show off her new ruby rings.

“They’re gone!” she gasped.

“Do you mean these?” asked Dopey, holding the two rings in the palm of her hand.  “I took those off of you.”

“Let me see those,” said Doc.  She examined them closely but could not find anything out of the ordinary.

“Let’s put these back on you, girl.  I want to see what happens.”

Doc moved behind Snowy and reached around, plumping one breast before slipping the ring through the piercing.  She locked it in place and then repeated her actions on the second breast.  As soon as the second one was locked, Snowy fell into a deep sleep.  Doc immediately removed the rings.

“She poisoned you, Snowy,” said Doc.

“Who did?” asked a bewildered Snowy.

“The old crone did.”

“Awww, why would she do that?  She seemed so nice.  Spooky but nice.”

“Probably for the same reason that the gamekeeper tried to kill you,” said Hippy.  “She was probably paid by the Queen.”

“You shouldn’t be so trusting,” said Grumpy.

“Yeah,” added Chesty.  “Don’t let people in the house.”

“Yes, Mistresses.”

The household returned to normal after that.  Snowy performed her chores and hunted with Hippy.  She serviced her mistresses and received countless orgasms from them in return.

The boy continued to visit several times a week and the Petites always gathered around to watch the coupling.  Some of them even helped.  Sometimes, one of the Petites would use her mouth to get the boy as hard as possible before he fucked Snowy.  Sometimes, one of the Petites would grasp his cock and guide it into their slavegirl’s sex.  Once, Hippy even squatted down on him, impaling herself on his massive rod instead of using her mouth to get him hard.  Once was enough, though.  She was too tiny to be able to enjoy his impressive girth and length.

Life at the castle got back to normal also.  The taxes and arrests and home burnings continued.  The Queen introduced a new indignity on her people, though.  She had been so aroused by the beauty of her stepdaughter and so filled with lust as she played with the supple, delicate curves that she decided that she wanted a harem filled with slavegirls of her own.  She told her guards to search all of the villages and bring her every beautiful girl and young woman.  Soon dozens of young lovelies were kept prisoner in the castle to be abused or tortured or raped for the entertainment of the Queen.

It was during a visit to the royal dungeons to torture one of these young women that the Queen remembered the soothsayer.  The Queen had locked up the old woman in the dungeon months earlier for providing untrue and blasphemous information to the Queen.  The soothsayer kept telling the Queen that she was not the rightful heir to the Queen and that there was another two whom the crown belonged.  It turned out that the soothsayer had been right all along.

Today’s entertainment was to be the sealing and marking of a girl.  The Queen watched as the royal seamstress ran a needle and metal thread through a girl’s labia over and over again.  The girl shrieked in pain as her sex was sealed tightly.  The girl would never have sex with a male again.  Once the seamstress was finished, the Queen picked up the glowing branding iron from the coals nearby and pressed it to the beautiful outer swell of the girl’s left breast, eliciting another ear piercing shriek as the hot metal seared into the tender flesh.  The mark that remained after the iron was pulled away was an outline of the royal seal.  The girl had been marked as the property of the crown.  Then the Queen ordered that the soothsayer be delivered to her quarters.

“You may wear the crown but it is not yours.

“It rightfully belongs to another.

“She lives in the woods with seven tiny girls,

“Waiting to replace her stepmother.”

“Aiiieeeee!!!” screeched the Queen and she stomped her feet and pulled at her hair.  That was the same verse that the soothsayer had been reciting before she got locked away.  But the soothsayer was right before.  Could she be right now?  That was hard to imagine.  She had seen the princess die with her own eyes.  But she could not afford to take chances.  She would go back to the forest and finish the job this time.

Chapter 9

“Hello.”

Snowy tensed as she heard the gravelly voice.

“Is anybody home?”

Snowy remained silent, hoping the old crone would go away.  But she was to have no such luck this day.  She heard the clippety clop of the old woman’s heels moving across the kitchen floor and getting closer to her.

“Oh, lookie here,” said the old woman as she entered the great room.  “All wrapped up like a present for me.”

Snowy was indeed wrapped up.  She was bound in the square frame with her wrists and ankles wrapped in rope and stretched toward the four corners.  A bright red corset was wrapped tightly around her middle, severely constricting her waist.  And little red bows had been tied onto her nipples, behind the gold hoops that pierced them.

“Hello again, old crone,” said Snowy.  She was not supposed to let anyone in the house.  She knew that she did not let anyone in this time but she would probably still be punished.

“You are so delectable, little one,” said the Queen as she stepped closer.  “I’m surprised the Queen hasn’t collected you yet for her harem.  She has been gathering up all the ripe young things like you.”

“The Queen?” gasped Snowy.  “She is collecting girls?”

“Only beautiful ones,” said the Queen as she reached out and ran a cold finger down Snowy’s cheek.  “Ones like you.  Although I doubt that any of them are as beautiful as you.”

Snowy did not know what to say.  She didn’t think that this woman should be touching her but she was not really in any position to object.

The Queen ran her fingers back and forth along the soft rounded lower swells of each breast and used her thumbs to catch the ornate gold rings.  She ran her fingers to them and then stroked and lifted the metal.  “You have new jewelry, dear.  It looks lovely on you.”

She gripped the rings and pulled on them.  Snowy’s nipples extended further from her chest.  The Queen pulled harder and the breasts were stretched into cones.  Snowy hoped that the crone stopped pulling before the rings were torn out of her.  She gasped as the pain increased.

“I came back for another taste, my lovely,” said the Queen.  “You told me I could whenever I was in the area.  I hope you were not lying.”

Snowy gasped again.  It was not from the pain but at the thought that someone might consider her to be a liar.  She never wanted to be thought of in that way.   “Oh no, old crone.  It was the truth.”

She could have kicked herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth.  She should not be letting this old woman suck on her nipples again.  But now she had practically given her an invitation.

“Lovely,” smiled the Queen.  She released the rings, letting the breasts bounce back into shape.  Then she untied the little red ribbons that circled each nipple.

“Let me just remove these rings and then I will enjoy my lunch.”  She found the latches on each of the rings and opened them, sliding them carefully out of the piercings.  Then she leaned down to capture a nipple in her mouth but knocked the frame by accident.  It swung slightly.

“Oooo, an adjustable frame.  How delightful!”  The Queen rotated the frame until Snowy was horizontal and facing upward.  She slid a table beneath the girl’s torso to support her but, with the way she was so tightly stretched, her body had hardly sagged at all even without the support.  Then she sat down and began to feast on the left nipple.

As her lips and teeth and tongue played with the stiffening little bud, her fingers danced over and in Snowy’s sex.  Quickly, she brought the bound girl to an orgasm and then she switched sides.  Again, she tormented the rubbery little nipple and plunged her fingers in and out of the girl.  It did not take long for another orgasm to be stolen from the prisoner.

It was too bad that the Queen could not take this girl back to her harem.  She would have loved torturing the ripe curves and swells.  She would have loved sinking the heated brand into the succulent breast meat.  She would have loved watching the rightful queen kneeling at her feet and licking her to orgasm.  But that would be all too risky.  Instead, she would have to end her life here.

By the time the fourth orgasm came around, Snowy’s nipples were swollen and raw.  Her clit burned and felt like somebody had taken sandpaper to it.  She was panting hard and begging for mercy.

“I’m sorry, girl,” said the Queen.  “I must have gotten carried away.  But I have just the thing for you.”  She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water and an apple.

Snowy remembered the warnings from the Petites and shook her head quickly.  “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

The Queen had anticipated this reaction and planned for it.  She unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and took a sip out of it.  “There?  You see?  It’s fine.  Now drink.”

In fact, the water was fine.  The Queen held the bottle to Snowy’s lips and tilted it.  Snowy drank gratefully.

The queen held up the apple and carved a slice from it.  She popped it into her mouth and ate it.  “See?  The apple is fine too.”

She carved a slice from the other side.  It was the apple that had been poisoned, but only one half held the poison.  The Queen ate from the untainted side but gave Snowy a poison-laced slice.  Snowy let the old woman push the apple piece into her mouth.  She took one bite and then lost consciousness.  Within moments, her heart and breathing stopped.  The Queen had finally succeeded.  She turned the frame upright again and put the rings back in the glorious breasts.  She would miss these magnificent wonders.  She tied the little ribbons back on and then returned to the castle.

The Queen went directly to the soothsayer to confirm that she had killed Princess Caroline.  The soothsayer spread out her tea leaves and studied them.  Then she spoke.

“You wear the crown and it is yours.

“It rightfully belongs to you.

“Of other heirs, there are none.

“You can do what you wish to do.”

At long last, there was no threat.  The throne was hers!  She would throw a party and have her harem girls entertain the guests.  Everyone would be so grateful at being able to fuck the beautiful young women that she had collected that they would all be indebted to her.

Doc was the first one home this time and pronounced Snowy dead within minutes of finding her.  There was nothing she could do.  When Busty got home, the two of them cut her down from the frame and carried her to a bed.  Snowy did not have a bed of her own since her job each night was to keep a Petite warm, so Doc offered her bed.  They decided not to wrap the corpse just yet so that the others could pay their respects.

The house was an ocean of tears and a chorus of sobs that night.  Each Petite wailed when she heard the news.  And then they prepared to pay their final respects.

Most of them brought flowers.  One of them spread rose petals across the bed and sprinkled them over the still body.  Dopey brought a new nipple ring she had been working on.  She had only finished one, however.  Again, it was a heavy gold ring.  Suspended inside of this one by fine gold wires was the royal coat of arms.  She laid it on Snowy’s belly.

Hippy brought Snowy’s bow and quiver and laid them against the foot of the bed.  She also brought the deer skin outfit that she had finished the night before and planned on giving to Snowy tonight.  She laid it on the bed beside her fallen slave and friend.

The bedroom quickly looked like a shrine.

The boy showed up in the evening, ready for his latest fuck with the girl he had grown to love.  He shrieked at the news of her death and wailed nonstop for almost an hour.  Finally, his sobs died down.

“May I see her?” he asked tearfully.

“You may, Alfred,” replied Hippy.  The seven women went with him to where Snowy laid.  He started sobbing again but regained his composure.  He leaned over and kissed her red lips.  Then he kissed the upper swells of her luscious breasts.

“I still can’t believe she’s gone,” he said.  “May I be with her one last time?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” replied Hippy.  She glanced at Doc for confirmation but Doc just nodded.

“It can be his going away gift,” said Doc.

Alfred slowly shed his clothes.  There was none of the rushing that characterized his earlier lovemaking with this woman.  This was to be the last and he had no desire to hurry things along.  Finally, he was naked.  He climbed on top of her and Sleazy gripped his cock, guiding it to Snowy’s sex.

“She can’t be dead,” he said as he sliced into the still body.  “She’s wet.”

“She’s always wet,” replied Chesty.  “She was remarkable that way.”

He slowly pumped in and out of the lifeless woman and then he wailed again.  Then, he thrust deep and hard in anger and caused her whole body to jerk.  The thrust had caused air to expel from her lungs, dislodging the piece of apple that had been caught there earlier in the day.

Snowy sputtered and slowly opened her eyes.  Doc’s eyes opened wide in surprise at what she saw.  This girl was dead.  But now she wasn’t!

“Hello my prince,” smiled Snowy as she saw Alfred over her and felt his cock comfortably filling her sex.

“Hello my princess,” replied Alfred.  He leaned down and kissed her.

Chapter 10

“But I want her as a slavegirl,” said Chesty.  “She’s a valuable asset.”

“That’s my point,” replied an increasingly frustrated Hippy.  “We all WANT her as a slavegirl.  But the country NEEDS her as the Queen.  We can’t sit around and let this impostor wreck our country and keep trying to kill our girl.”

They debated into the wee hours of the morning as Alfred and Snowy fucked like there was no tomorrow.  In the end, they agreed upon a plan.

“Snowy,” said Hippy as the girl knelt at her feet the next day.  The tiny girl held the larger girl’s heavy breasts in her hands and leaned forward, kissing Snowy on the forehead.  “It’s time for you to become our Queen.”

Snowy gasped and pulled back in surprise.  “What?!?!?!?!?” she sputtered.  “I’m a slave.  How can I be your Queen?”

Hippy was patient.  She leaned forward and gathered the full breasts in her hands again, letting her fingers roam back and forth on the silky flesh because she knew that this could be the last time she got to enjoy her girl.

“I know that this comes as a surprise to you.  And I hope that you know that we all dearly want to keep you as our property.  But your country needs you.  You must take your rightful place on the throne.”

The seven of them had kept the news of the Queen’s reign of terror away from Snowy.  They did not want to sadden or worry the girl.  But now it was time for her to hear what was happening to her kingdom.  They told her everything they knew.

“What would your father think?” asked Doc.

“He would be saddened greatly,” said Snowy in a quiet voice.  A tear rolled down her cheek.

Hippy gave the plump breasts a squeeze.  “So that is why tomorrow you will become our Queen.”

“What will become of us?” asked Snowy.

All seven of the Petites were speechless.  They did not realize that the seven of them fit in any way as an “us” that Snowy could think of.  It was Sleazy who spoke next.

“Us will always be here.  Tomorrow you become the Queen.  Then it is up to you to determine what happens to us.”

Snowy finally acknowledged that she was the legitimate heir to the throne.  They talked about their plan.  They gave Alfred his assignment.  Several of them went as runners to the villages to enlist their support.  All through the day and night and throughout the next day, the plan was set in motion.

It was the night of the huge celebration.  Only the Queen knew that the celebration was in honor of the disposal of the only one who could contest the throne.  The rest of the people just thought it was a party.

Men were fucking the harem girls.  One girl was being fucked by a dog in the middle of a huge banquet table.  Girls were being sodomized.  Girls were servicing women against their will.  It was just a huge orgiastic spectacle.  And the Queen was loving every moment of it.  Everyone present would be eternally grateful for being invited to this gala event and everyone would be in her debt.

Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall burst open and seven tiny huntresses strode in.  Each of them wore deer skin outfits that left one breast exposed.  And each of them carried her bow at the ready.  They formed an arc as they fanned out.

Citizens poured in behind them, filling the semicircle that they had formed.  The huntresses had told them not to go beyond them.  They would be the first line of defense.  Some of the citizens carried guns.  Most only had pitch forks or axes.

“What is going on here?” screeched the Queen.  “Guards, arrest them!!!”

The guards turned toward the intrusive newcomers and advanced.

“Lords and ladies,” shouted Hippy.  “Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I present to you your Queen.”

On cue, Snowy walked through the door and the crowd of citizens parted to let her move forward.  She advanced until she stood beside Hippy, towering over the diminutive woman.  Alfred was right behind them.

Snowy looked awesome.  She wore the same deerskin outfit that had somehow become the unofficial uniform of the Petites.  One breast was exposed and the new ring with the royal coat of arms dangled from the nipple.  The ring with the spider web that symbolized Snowy and the Seven Petites hung from the other nipple but it was concealed by the sash.

She carried a bow, like the huntresses did but hers was slung across her back.  Her hair had been teased out by Dopey earlier in the day so that it looked like a wild mane.  She stood there proudly before the gathered crowd.  She was a huntress.  She was a warrior Queen.

“I present to you Queen Caroline,” Hippy shouted again.  “And the Queen’s Consort, Alfred.”

The crowd fell silent.  People looked at one another, dumbfounded, and then kept returning their gaze to the beautiful half naked woman with her seven tiny half naked friends.  Caroline and Alfred advanced with Hippy close by her side.  They walked through the crowd.

“Guards, seize them!” yelled the Queen.

“Guards,” shouted Hippy, “do not listen to that usurper; that impostor.”

“She’s the impostor,” shouted the Queen.  “Princess Caroline is dead.  I should know.  I killed her myself.”

The crowd let out a collective gasp at the revelation and then fell silent again.  Not a single guard advanced toward Caroline and Hippy.

“Three times,” said Snowy.  “Three times you tried to kill me.”

The Queen knew she was finished but she could not give up.  Once again, she ordered the guards to attack the tall raven haired beauty.  Instead of attacking her, though, they formed a protective corridor for her to advance through the crowd toward the throne where the usurper sat.

Snowy stopped in front of the impostor with her feet planted wide apart and her hands on her hips.  Hippy looked up at her proudly as she realized how regal and beautiful Snowy looked.

The Queen looked at Snowy also, with her eyes drawn to the beautiful exposed breast.  Oh how she wished she could feast on that again.

“What you have done to my country is atrocious,” Snowy began.  “You are a distorted, perverted, wicked woman with no morals and no goal other than to terrorize my countrymen for your own entertainment.  What you tried to do to me is despicable.  What you did to my countrymen is criminal.  You are not a queen.  You are a thief and a murderer and a rapist.”

Snowy turned her back to the impostor and addressed the crowd.  “I am your legitimate Queen.”

She paused and looked around the room.  All eyes were on her and at least half of the eyes were focused on her magnificent naked breast.  As her eyes scanned the room, she saw a girl kneeling on a table and being fucked by a dog.

“Get that dog off of that girl and bring her to me!” shouted Snowy.

“Yes your Highness,” replied a guard as he ran to the table.  “We’ll kill the dog.”

“Don’t harm the dog,” said Snowy.  “He did nothing wrong.”

The naked girl was trembling as she was brought forward.  She curtsied to Snowy and then stood before her with her eyes cast down.

Snowy reached out and cupped the girl’s chin in her hand, tilting the girl’s face up until she was looking into Snowy’s eyes.  The girl was beautiful and tears streaming down her cheeks were the only blemishes to the perfection of her face.  The only blemish to the rest of her was the mark on the outside of her left breast where she had been branded.

“How have you been treated by the usurper, girl?” asked Snowy.

“Poorly, your Highness.  We have been raped and tortured.  We have been given to the dogs often.  And most of us have been branded.”  She turned her torso to show Snowy her left breast in case she hadn’t already seen it.

Snowy looked up at the guards.  “Guards, seize the usurper.  Take her to the dungeons.”

“Nooooo!!!” wailed the impostor.  She glanced around quickly, trying to find a route to escape.  There was none but she had to try.  She darted into the crowd, heading for a door.  But the guards were too fast and they caught her and then carried her to the dungeons.

Snowy returned her gaze to the girl whose chin she still held.  “I want you to gather the rest of the girls and take them to the dungeon.  The usurper is yours to do with as you please.  I only request that you not kill her too quickly.”

“Yes, your Highness,” the girl smiled weakly.  “Thank you, my Queen.”

The impostor did die slowly.  The girl who Snowy had talked to started by taking the glowing branding iron and pressing it to the ex-Queen’s flesh after she had been stripped naked.  Then the iron was reheated and each of the girls who had been branded held the glowing iron to a different part of the naked body.  In between brandings, the usurper was whipped and fucked by dogs and sodomized with poles and clubs.  After several hours of this, the usurper’s body was covered in charred flesh.  She passed out again.

She had passed out a number of times but this time they were unable to revive her.  She appeared to be dead.  So they loaded her carcass onto the coals and roasted her.  After awhile, there was nothing but blackened bones on the coals.  They placed the bones in a burlap sack and took it to the docks where they gave it to a sea captain.  “When you get far out to sea,” the girl instructed, “far, far away from these lands, dump these bones into the ocean.  They do not belong in our land.”

Snowy was crowned the next day.  She and Alfred were married the day after that.  Nine months later, they had a beautiful baby girl who they named Snowflake.

The kingdom returned to normal and, in fact, better than normal.  It was thriving far more than it had under the leadership of Snowy’s father.  But Snowy was not completely responsible for all of the improvements.

She had a new Exchequer of the Currency named Chesty who made changes that helped the economy.  The new Chief Magistrate, named Sleazy, restored the rule of law and restored confidence in the court system.  Doc was made the Royal Physician and Surgeon General and created a public health system that was the best in the world.  Busty became the Chief Administrator of the Royal Hospital and improved health care for any patients who were treated there.

Grumpy was the new Poet Laureate and created a network of libraries throughout the country.  Hippy was the Royal Gamekeeper and revived numerous species that were on the verge of extinction as she improved the lands and parks throughout the land.  And Dopey had two jobs.  She was in charge of the Royal Endowment for the Arts and caused art in all forms to flourish like it never had before.  She was also named to head the Royal Drug Enforcement Agency.

Each night, the Queen would summon a different Petite to warm her bed, comfort her, and pleasure Alfred and her.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End