Snowy and the Seven Petites

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.