Snowy and the Seven Petites

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.