Snowy and the Seven Petites

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.