Snowy and the Seven Petites

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.