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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 that 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.
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.
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.
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.
The End
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