Snowy and the Seven Petites

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.