3 comments/ 52321 views/ 3 favorites Snow White: The True Story By: kayce 69 I hope you are old enough for fairy storie’s? Hello, I am, more by luck than anything else, a Princess. You may remember me by my maiden name, Snow White. I do want to put the facts of my story right so I should start just after my father died and I was left with my stepmother. You know her as the Wicked Queen but what you don't know is that she had two sons before she meet dad and subsequently drove him to his grave. My story starts when I was young teenage girl. The two boys were always fighting with me. They loved to overpower me and tie me up, leaving me to try to escape. There was no point in me telling on them as they always were the ones to be believed and I would only be sent to my room for lying. Anyway, as time went on things started to take a turn for the worse then my ordeals really began. I had just come of age when one night I had been sent to my room early, there was always some pretence to get rid of me, so I was just laying on top of my bed, reading, when Richard and Tom slipped into the room. Before I could do anything to stop them, my hands were tied behind me, my knees were bound with a large strap and they were sitting ether side of me with evil grins on their faces. "You've tied me to tight, please let me go," I said as I struggled to get free. "That's the idea Sis, so shut the fuck up," Tom answered to my shock. I tried to say "Now you just let me go, do you hear me?" but "MMMRRPPPHH" was all I could get out before a rag was shoved into my mouth and something wrapped around to be kept in place. "I said shut the fuck up," Tom spat with anger in his voice, "It's time to teach you a lesson as to who is and will be your master here." With that a slap across my face made me jump and more hard slaps rained down on me stinging my body, I twisted and turned, trying to move from the pain. "Tie her to the bed, stop her moving, let's have some real fun with her," said Richard, as a rope was tied around my neck and to the head of the bed. My ankles were then tied to the foot of the bed, stretching me. "Lay into her," Tom shouted and slaps came thick and fast "Turn her over, use your belt." I had no time to think as a slap from a belt stung me and I was nearly sick into the gag. "This is great," said Tom "Lets pull her night-shirt up and do it on her bare ass, come get her night shirt off. It's protecting her,” he was going wild I screamed into the gag but to no avail as I felt my nightgown being pulled up my legs. People used to say I looked older than I was, you've probably seen pictures and looking back I suppose they were right. I had very large breasts but I would keep my blouse pulled tight to hide them and my long skirts were enough to keep my legs away from prying eyes. But here I was tied hand and foot to my bed, lying face down and gagged with my two stepbrothers about to see my naked bottom and there was nothing I could do about it. I was brought back to my senses with Richard giggling "Wow, what a great ass you got there sis, and cute little panties too.” "Go on then, lets get her ass redder," Tom crowed as more and more smacks from both belts sent me lurching in my binds. "Hang on," Tom said, "Let's pull her panties up her crack." This they did, squeezing my bottom, sore as it was, and pinching the stinging marks. "Your panties don't seem to be saving you much are they sis?" Richard laughed, "No point in having them on, is there?" said Tom and with a swift pull my panties went down to the leather strap around my knees. "Now that's better," Richard said "Tom, undo her legs from the bottom rail, lets get that ass of hers up in the air, get some cushions under her." I now found my poor naked bottom on full view. "Lets use our hands on her. It's not every day you get a nice naked ass to play with, come here sis, give us a feel." Tom was at his worst and his hand started to fondle my bottom. "Looks nice all red" said Richard as his head came down beside me "Want us to sting you some more?" I shook my head but I could still feel Toms hand on my bottom. "Then you be a good girl and maybe we won't hurt you, if you don't do as we say then I'll sting you till you bleed.” I still nodded. "Hey Tom she don't mind what we do, get her turned over. Lets have a look see at the other bits.” I squealed and made stupid noises but the two of them turned me over. I was still on the cushions and it made my hips push up. "Lets play with some cunt.” Those words filled me with fear, I moaned into the gag as fingers dug into my pussy and started to pull the lips apart. "She ain't even wet," said Tom. "Then tickle her some more, mum like's to be tickled there, it makes her wet, see if sis gets wet" said Richard "I'm going to see me some tits.” I shook my head but my nightshirt got pushed up higher until it was bunched up under my neck and fingers were pulling at my nipples. "You've got some great tits, sis," sniggered Richard and the both of them spent the next ten minutes pushing into my pussy and pulling and squeezing my breasts and nipple’s as I lay there helpless to stop them. "Shall we fuck her?" said Tom "I reckon we could work on her, you know wanking her up till she was wet enough to stick it in.” "Mum would kill us if we knocked her up," Richard quickly answered, "We couldn't lie our way out of that unless we get sis to ask us to fuck her. Do you want us to fuck you?" he grinned at me and I shook my head. "I've got to get rid of this hard on, maybe there's another way or do you want to be raped?" I still shook my head. "I saw mum doing this to some of her boyfriends when your dad was on his death bed," Richard continued, "So it's time we had some. I'm going to take the gag out. You don't say a word.” He took the gag off. I went to say something and all I got was a slap on my face. "I said you stay quiet. Now here's the deal.” Richard held my jaw, “It's fuck or suck and if you don't understand what I'm saying it means me and Tom are going to stick our cocks in your mouth and you are going to suck us till we feed you a mouth full of cum.” I couldn't think of doing it but they untied my neck, pulled me to the edge of the bed and took their cocks out. "Come on little sis open that tight little mouth of yours and make it like a cunt that needs to start sucking. And you better do it good bitch,” Richard smiled as he drew his hand back. After another slap on the face I opened my mouth. "That's it bitch, get this down your throat.” and Richard pushed his cock into my mouth. I wanted to be sick but all he said was "Breath through your nose, you will need too as I'm going all the way in.” He pulled my hair and started shoving. "Come on Rick,” said Tom," Lets get some," Richard turned and growled at Tom, "You hang on, this is great, beats a hand job, you play with her tits or give her cunt a good feel, I'm sure she would like a nice pussy tickle from someone's fingers, do you play with yourself sister dear, don't worry I don't think I'll be long this time,” all these words were terrifying me as I fought to breath, I must have almost pasted out, as I was a about chocked on Richards cum filling my throat, and Tom shouting," Me next," and it wasn't long before my poor mouth was invaded again. Tom was much worse than his brother he took extra pleasure pushing in and holding it till I licked the end or chocked, he made me kiss it all over before spurting into my mouth and then I had to clean it off. They untied me and told me they were already looking forward to there next fun time and not to worry about looking out for them as they had taken the key, over the next two weeks they got me seven times, each time I was tied up somewhere in the palace and forced to suck them while they kept me in various forms of undress, but it was the eighth time that things took there next turn, I was tied and on my bed, I had just had to 69 with Richard and I was sucking off Tom, they were talking to each other. "Mothers in a foul mood, ya something to do with her mirror, something about her not being the best fuck anymore, I hope she don't get rid of this one, would miss my face fuck.” Richard said, "Ya me too and with what we got planned as well,” I didn't know what they were saying but I didn't like the sound of it, but it was only two days later that, unfortunately, I found out what it was. They caught me in the barn, stripped me naked and tied my hands above my head to a beam, "If this don't get her hot and asking for a fuck I don't know what will,” said Richard. "Lets warm her ass some before the main event" grinned Tom, and he took off his belt, took two paces back and whipped it across my naked bottom, MMMRRRPPHH, is all that could be heard, as I screamed into another gag. Richard joined in and for the next five minutes I was beaten for their enjoyment, "Go get him, I can't wait any longer" Richard said, and Tom left the barn only to return with one of our unicorns. Richard put his fingers into my pussy and pushed them around, he had learnt a lot from wanking me and how to get some juice in my pussy, then he put them into the unicorns nose. The unicorn head moved towards me and to my horror down, the boys pulled my legs apart, Tom said, "Make a wish Rick" and the unicorn muzzled into my pussy and started licking, I went wild, it's rasping tongue ran over my pussy, touching places I didn't understand, oh how my body shook and the more it shook the wetter my pussy became the more the unicorn licked only the pain in my arms took my mind of the pleasure. Tom said, "Get her down on her back tie her to that bottom rail, I want to watch and I bet you she will keep her legs open" and to my shame, I did. They left the unicorn for another five minutes until my eyes were rolling then Richard said, "Get the thing out, she's ready," and Tom took the unicorn out while Richard carried on rubbing me and playing my pussy, he'd learnt so much in the last few weeks, Tom came back and said" O.K. sis you got one hot cunt you want us to fuck it better? Tell me you want to fuck some,” with all my strength I said," Nooooo never with you." It muffled through the gag," O,K, if you won't give us one we will take the other, get her over that saddle bench,” I was dragged over my hands tied in front and my legs tied to each leg, "You won't take it up the cunt than I'll have to fuck your ass, and I'll use your cunt juice to fit it up there." I felt fingers pulling my checks apart and his cock running round my pussy nub till it started to push into my bottom, Tom said," After I stick it up, take the gag out and use her mouth," and in two minutes there I was bound over a bench with my two stepbrother fucking me at both ends, and for how long I don’t know as they changed ends, played with my tits and made crude comments till they were drained. "Did you enjoy that? You fucking bitch, we are going to fuck you one day and that's a promise, you can't escape, we are going to make you are sex slave for as long as we like, your cunt, ass and mouth are ours for the taking.” I could see the look of hate and lust in their eyes and I knew I would have to keep out of their way. I spent most of my time in the stables I didn't know if the unicorn remembered me but he was very happy, every time I went to see him, one of the grooms noticed me there and must have told the Queen, she sent for me and told me it was time I learnt to ride, so in the morning two of her grooms were going to take me out for the day, so I better be up early. By eight in the morning we were ridding out from the palace, the two grooms didn't talk to me much but I did hear bits of their talk, things like, "She had better be in a better mood after this and its her and that bloody mirror.” I didn't understand but I was far from the two boys and that was great. We had been out for two hours when we came to a wood, "Can we go in?” I asked. "No we don't go in there, we haven't since the Queen turned a gang of men to trees for laughing at her,” that made me laugh. "There no such thing as a enchanted wood,” I said but I did want to stop to go for a pee, we camped up on the edge and I went behind a tree, they got some food out for me and plenty of drink for them, as I was eating I heard them say, "Now is as good a time as any, lets get it over with and have the rest of the day to ourselves," with that they suddenly grabbed me and pulled me over to the tree, taking some rope they tied me to it. I shouted, " What are you doing? The Queen will hear of this." They laughed in my face," It's the Queen that wants it done, you little miss proper, you have pissed her off and she wants you gone, as in dead." "No, no" I cried. "Now do you want to watch while we cut your heart out, so we can take it back as proof of you demise," and he came towards me with a knife he held it to my throat as his other hand undid the buttons on my blouse, as he did, more and more of my large breasts were released and when the last button was undone he let out a long whistle, "Fuck me how old are you, they never had tit's like that when I was young and chasing teenage girls and wow nipples like that, where have you been hiding them?” the other said, "I have got to get me a hand full of them.” The two of them stood ether side of me playing with my young firm breasts, pulling and pinching them all over, they put their mouths down onto my nipples and I could feel my skirt being pulled up my leg and hands on my leg's then going up my thighs, they took time off my nipples to make crude comments like, "Want some young cunt, don't mind if we have some fun with your cunt little girl, your cunt feels really nice through your pants, think we should have them down, don’t you?" One said, "She ain't going nowhere, lets tie her up nice and tight and have some real fun, I could do with a good blow and I bet she fucks up well and her ass feels full and firm and ready for the taking.” "Please no, no you can’t," I sobbed. "Where your going girlie it won't matter how many times you've been fucked, so lets get you naked.” I was untied from the tree and my blouse was pulled off, my arms were bent up my back and tied tight, one of them laughed in my ear, "That's to keep them out of the way of your ass for when I'm ready to use that,” then they tied another rope onto my arms threw the rope over a branch and pulled till I was bent over on my tip toes, I heard," A good position to swat her ass while we fuck her mouth, lets have that skirt off and them pants down.” The tears were running down my face as rough hand started to pull at my skirt, as it slid down I heard, "That's some ass for a kid, sure looks nice with these pants pulled over it,” I could feel them touching me and patting my bottom, a hand slid down inside the pants feeling around my bottom, trying to push between my legs, as I was stood on my tip toes it was easy for one of them to left my leg and make it easy for the invading hand to explore at it's will, their crude remarks never stopped. "I can see your hand, it's heading for the happy hole,” they seemed to like the idea of tracing the outline of their hand on my most private parts while in my pants. "How many have been in your pants, little girl?" one asked. "I've let no-one, I'd rather die so why don't you just kill me" I said, "Gee she could be cherry, no point in despatching her with out braking her in, would be a waste of a fine young cunt so lets have a look, get them down.” "No, no, no,” I sobbed, but it was no good, my pants where pulled down to my knees and fingers pushed, pinched and explored me. "Fucking hell she is cherry," he yelled,” Tell you what we'll do, we can first fuck her mouth and get rid of our first load down her throat, then we can whip her up so she's nice and hot then we will draw for who busts her cherry, we will have a great afternoon then we will do her or maybe just fuck her to death which ever cums first, bring the drink over here and let the party begin.” They spoke as though I was not there as a person I was to become their sex toy until they were done with me. My hours of torment were relentless, these two men could not get enough of me, after I had sucked them both off, they got their ridding crops and stung me all over till I begged them to stop, with their faces grinning they said "If we stop what else can we do?" and they kept whipping me until in the end I gave in and begged them to fuck me, I don't know which one won the draw as my poor pussy was violated for the first time. The other one was pounding my mouth, holding my head he just pushed it so far down I thought I would choke to my death, all the time my hanging tits were abused, pulled and pinched viscously to make wiggle my bottom to make it better for them, they kept saying" Come on girlie do the dance push your ass on to my cock, make me fuck you, you know you love it, you know your cunt can't get enough," as they took turns fucking my poor bruised pussy. They stopped to take a break and have more drink also forcing drink down my throat, saying they couldn't have my throat going dry on them. After the rest they changed my position so I could sit on one while the other fucked my mouth, I felt sick as they promised me that before they were finished with me they would do me, both in one hole, but there was time for another drink, they tied my hands in front of me laid back and watched me wank myself for their enjoyment, telling me what to do to myself, where to put my fingers and what to play with, they made me push my fingers in and scoop out their cum and then lick it off. I got them hard again, by making me sit between them and toss them off, one in each hand. "Hey look at that,” one said,” Your unicorn has got a hard on, do you think he can smell her?” "Hey come on lets find out," was the answer and they dragged me over to the unicorn and shoved me under it, I was screaming but they took no notice, "Get your mouth on Flash little girl" he snapped and they forced me on to it, shoving my head forward, I put my hand up to stop them but they grabbed my hands and told me to keep wanking them as they knelt ether side of the unicorn. It tasted foul but I could do nothing to stop this perverted act, "Come on you little cock-sucker do him good or we will let him fuck you to death,” I kept sucking, this went on for ages, until my mouth was suddenly filled with this foul tasting cream I tried to pull away but they held my head firm and I choked myself into breathing, "Hey that was great I've got a raging hard on again," said one. "Me to,” said the other, "As good a time as any to double fuck her, I don't want her mouth no more," and they took me back to the tree laid me on my side and put a rope over a branch, tied one leg to it and hoisted my leg up, one laid in front of me feeling my tits the other behind pinching my bottom as they both pushed their cocks into my swollen pussy, I begged them to stop but they told me the longer I fucked the longer I lived so they pleasured themselves once again, until they were spent and rolled away for more drink. I laid there for a moment before I realized I could get my ankle loose and my clothes were close by, they had left my shoes and socks on, they said it made it sexier, so I took my chance and before they knew it was running in to the wood, and I ran and ran till I had to rest. I remembered I was surrounded by trees I thought it was strange but the looked as if their branches were moving towards me but I was still on the run and that is what I did for another hour, I ran till I saw a small house. I went to the door and called but no reply I went in, still calling but still no-one, I looked about, I saw a old cracked mirror, looked at myself, my face and hair was covered in sticky semen, I washed in a filthy sink, found a comb and made myself look presentable before going upstairs to keep looking for the owner, I saw a lot of beds and suddenly I just collapsed on to one and fell into a horrid dream filled sleep. Snow White. The True Story. As related by, Miss Irene Clearmont. This is a retelling of that well known tale. But, this tale is not one for children and those of a delicate disposition. It is a female domination, BDSM version that may strike some chords... The queen, the princess and her father have business to settle and the queen is going to get her way no matter what. Even if she has to lock up the king and torture the whole nation, she will get her way. An Adult story of Female Domination. Copyright November 2012 © Miss Irene Clearmont Snow White. the true story. --------------------- The wordsmith sits amongst her voluminous black velvet robes and blue silk and pauses before relating her tale. A mask of ivory, edged with ebony sits easily in her hand. It is the mark of her devotion to the muse Melpomene. She is an older woman, still attractive and alluring despite her fifty years. She sighs as she allows her mind to wander over the details of the saga that she is about to divulge. She speaks... ***** Once upon a time a king ruled a small land, north of the Alps, but south of the places where the Vikings blood their sudden axes. The King of this small but pleasant land ruled with a generous heart, dispensing justice with an even hand to rich and poor, titled and peasant. Not every citizen was always happy with their lot, but when they looked over their frontiers at the wars and raids, the plagues and disasters in other lands, they were generally of the opinion that they had been lucky to be born in such a sea of tranquility. But the king's past was thick with tragedy. His beloved wife had died at the birth of his daughter and he felt bereft of her glowing presence. However, to balance this loss, the star in the crown jewels of his kingdom was his sumptuous daughter. With an alabaster complexion, raven black locks of hair that draped to her waist and a figure that all agreed was most alluring, she filled court life with the rays of her beauty and courtly disposition. The only lacks that the king had, was a son to take up the burden and responsibility of the kingdom and a wife to make the court ceremonial complete and take the empty space in his bed at night. So the time came for the king to find a bride. With the security of his realm in mind, he sent emissaries to the neighboring kingdoms near and far announcing that he sought a queen to sit on the throne by his side. Many Kings, Bishops and Princes offered a daughter or niece and sent them to the king to win his heart. They passed through the court and were greeted with grace and favor, but none of them was the woman that he sought. Some were too old to bear children, some were too young to be attractive to a man in his thirties and a few were shrews that complained every portion of the time that they visited his court. The remainder were unsuitable because he needed to find harmony with some other neighboring kingdom that would offer security and friendship. One sunny day in late autumn, the heralds of yet another suitor for his hand presented themselves in court. Arrived was a Prince of Byzantium representing the power of Rome resurgent in the East. Accompanying him was his entourage of twenty knights and titled relations of the Emperor, senior officers of the famed Varangian Guard. The king greeted them with great favor, for who could resist the power of Rome renascent? Two days later, the niece of the Emperor of Byzantium arrived in great state and fanfare with an escort befitting her importance, beauty and manner. Dressed in the watered silks of Palermo, the supple leather of Ephesus and the glossy satins of Byzantium itself, she was a bride befitting an Emperor, a representative of Imperial power and arrogance. Thirty years sat lightly on her shoulders together with her long flowing blonde hair. She had a fierce eastern look that so beguiled the king that he immediately decided that his search for a wife had ended. Her icy manner did not disturb him, the jeweled whip that she carried in her lace gloved hand was clearly an affectation and the high riding boots that she wore lent her an air of authority that he could not deny. The wedding was one of state. Magnificent and munificent, it lasted for three days of gaiety and dance that ended as the king bore his bride to the marriage bed with great hopes in his heart. It was there, in that field of marital combat that the king discovered that his new queen was a woman who knew not only of the ways of love to beguile him, she rode him like a knight rides a charger. She drained him like a milkmaid squeezes the last drop from the goats and cows and soon she had him devoted under the spell of her stringent and inflexible love. This was because she was a woman who recognized what she wanted, a woman accustomed to bending men to her will, a woman that knew that the whip and a terse order had its place in the wide field of a king's bed as much as it had on the battlefield where men die screaming as the steel finds their heart. A woman whose object was authority pure, control unabated by law, a woman who understood only her superiority. So the days passed like leaves falling from the trees. They fluttered unnoticed until a winter of corrupted love filled the king's heart. It was not the love that he had had for his former queen. That had been a pure and unsullied thing that was filled with moments of romance and tenderness. This love was the love of obsession, the feeding of the crows and the grating noise of battle. But, it had its attractions for the king, as he bent gradually under the strong hand of his lordly wife. While she wielded the whip in their bed and rode him to culmination with her boots on; while she chained him to the four-poster that had witnessed the conception of his fair daughter, he thrust into her sumptuous body. All the while, the spurs on her boots gouged his thighs as he screamed with his infatuated passion. While the king lay under the spell of his Greek bride, as he fell into her potent spell of violent love, the court missed its king. As he lay sleeping with exhaustion from exhilarating floggings that his wife had administered, she ruled his court with a rod of iron. Gone were the balanced judgments of the concerned king, gone were the ceremonials that were inclusive of all citizens and gone was the ear of the king who always had had time to attend to all petitioners. The new queen, dressed in black leather and with her jeweled whip in her hand administered justice. She was a dark eminence that created favorites in the court and promoted those who were grasping and avaricious. No peasant was ever accorded justice, this was subsumed to the lords of the land who could now administer the law as they wished. Whim and caprice ruled as the queen expanded her power and ensured that no whisper of her comportment reached the ear of the king. Torture chambers that had been filled with the dust of unuse and the spider webs of vacancy became inhabited by the servants of corrupt justice. The queen took an extraordinary interest in the methods used to extract confessions and so added refinements that she felt increased the loquacity of those who would not betray their friends and family. She spent long hours amusing herself with the persuasions of the rack, the swelling pear and the iron maiden as she enjoyed her nights making sure that her enemies suffered as she decided they should. So, you may ask, what was the king doing in this troubled time of his kingdom? Why did he not rise from his bed and dispense the justice that he was famed for, far and wide? How was it that this Byzantine Queen, his wife, could govern with such a free hand? The answer lay in the nature of the spell that she had woven about his psyche. It was the drugs that she administered and the games that she played in his bed. Games of dissolute loving that were performed when he was fit to perform, centering on her own waxing pleasures in pain and power. She laid the whip on the royal flesh with a will. Soon it was the only way that the king could experience a climactic pleasure from her body. She addicted him not just to the pleasures of pain and degenerate flesh. She introduced philters and potions into his food and drink, so that he lay in a haze of confusion where the only person that he could bear to see was his naïve daughter and his immoral wife. Soon the Queen took a lover. A base man who had lost his titles in years gone by for his maleficent treatment of his serfs. He was a man for whom the paths of pleasure and agony ran parallel and in close proximity. She did not treat this squalid lord as she did the king and pursue him through the silk sheets with a whip in her hand, but instead she and her lover cavorted in the presence of the screams of their victims as they were racked with the pain of the torturers glowing irons. A bed they installed in the deepest dry dungeon of the castle, a bed where the rhythm of their love-making chimed with the moans of those that labored on the racks. Called from the dank depths of the bottle cells and the iron barred holding pens, their victims were brought to suffer in the bed while the Queen and her new consort played their games of sexual passion and anguish. Fluids spurted into the open mouths of those victims, their parts were used for the delight of the Queen and the female victims were penetrated with gross indignity by her vicious devotee. The whip that adorned the king's cringing and needy flesh was used to add piquant highlights to the base servitude, the cancerous perversity that the Queen always required to come to the heights of gratification that she craved. Finally those victims were branded with the mark of slavery and sold to those others that need such victims to feed their sexual appetites. In the midst of this descent of the court into a web of fearful glances, toadying praise, blackmailed servitude and sexual horror was the roya princess. She was offspring of the former Queen and found herself ever more estranged from her beloved subjects as well as the king, her father. She tried to speak to him, to wake him from his malaise, but the Queen took delight in showing her how powerless her father had become. A moaning shadow of his former proud self. A man who craved the whip, who longed to suck the teats and sex of the Queen who had dissolved his former self. A man who in his delirium believed that his daughter was just another whore presented to him by his iniquitous queen. One day the princess was stopped in the shadow of the pillars in the royal gardens and shown a piece of paper that had already been presented to the king to sign and confirm. It was a parchment roll that explained that the princess had taken a lover. It was written that he was a gross criminal who murdered the victims of his rapes with the princess' exultant assent. This warrant was but a copy, the original had already been signed. The princess was soon to be constrained and imprisoned. A second paper was filled with the plans that the Queen had for her rival in the court. A list of imagined, but to be realized, tortures, rapes and assaults that would be inflicted on her until at last she was ready to be blinded and handed as amusement to the Queen for her vicious erotic pleasures in the vast bed of agony where so many had already met their doom. Her heart almost stopped when she realized that the king, her father, had himself signed the order for her arrest and doom. So it was that she found her charger, stuffed her bag with jewels and fled the court that had become a hell of perversity and debauchery. For long hours her trusty charger rolled up the miles of her flight until, at last, it was foamed and breathless with their escape. She pushed it on through the night, galloping past its reserves, but it loved her so that it ran with no complaint until its great heart burst and the stallion suddenly stood still and then sank to its knees in awkward death. Even in death it did not throw her, so great was its affection for the raven haired princess, it just neighed a last farewell and rolled over lifeless, allowing her to step from its still warm body unharmed. At the edge of the vast forest, the Teutoburger Wald that had seen Roman armies march into its gloomy shade and never return, the Princess stood uncertain of her next step. With melancholy in her thoughts and heaviness in her heart she decided to enter that forest of aged oaks and seek escape, even though she knew that wild beasts like the hungry wolf and the evil wild boar took their shade under its branches. For days she journeyed without incident, seeking wild berries to sustain her hopes and fill her belly as she wandered ever further into the heart of the murkiness of those vast trees. The level branches of the trees were her bed and the fresh trickles of water in streams were her wine. In the night she heard the cries of the wolves and the blundering nighttime quests of the black bears. During the day she suffered the bites of the horseflies and the damp of the light rains that descended drop by glittering drop through the canopy of green far above her head, until one day she came into a clearing that was festooned with vines, the first that she had encountered. As she stood in the pale sunlight she heard the sound of song that penetrated into the glade and wondered what men could inhabit such a forlorn landscape. A short man entered the clearing and stopped in confusion at the tattered woman who stood before him. She asked him kindly if he was of the forest and he replied that he was but a miner who smelted gold and silver, dug for gems and precious ores in the heart of this vast forest. So it was that the princess found a home, a place of warm hearth and welcome that was to become a home for a while. Seven men there were, who worked together to mine the riches of the earth. Riches that had lain since the world was created by the gods of yore. In their house they lived and slept, in the open mine that they dug, they gathered the bounties of the earth. The princess tarried a day and then another until they saw that she could cook and work for them for a meal a day and the comfort of their beds. They were hungry for her body as well as the fine provisions that she could cook. So they passed her from one to the next at night until all had had their fill of her luscious pleasures. In her dejection and hopelessness she complied with their wishes and allowed them to penetrate her body for their gratification and then awoke each morn to cook meals and prepare the house to be a fit place for them. The work during the day was arduous as they drove her to create an Eden for them. The work at night was no less trying as they fed her on their emissions and found places to penetrate that she had never imagined could bring a man such pleasure. The miners named her Snow White because of the purity of her beauty, the clearness of her skin and the snow that they covered her with at night, until her complexion was smooth and clear. Months passed as Snow White served her masters, the miners of the Teutoburger Wald. She became accustomed to their attentions and came to love the unceasing pleasure that was to be had from their strong arms as they held her fast and showed her that they were men who knew how to take what they wanted from a woman. The taste of them between her lips, the way that they filled all of her cavities with such strong thrusts, became a pleasure until she realized that she was lucky to be the lover of not just one man, but the debauched paramour of seven. All the while that the princess hid in the forest and learned to satisfy her new owners, the Queen searched for her rival. She knew that she had to destroy the princess utterly if she was to be sure to keep her grip on the man who had been king, though he was now but a slave chained to her bedpost. So the Queen sent out riders, hunters and searchers to find the errant Snow White. Months passed and the Queen started to believe the urgings of her lover that indeed the princess had died on some lonely meadow or hillock, or perhaps had drowned in some river or stream where the wolves feasted now on her carcass. One man only did not give up the search. A hunter by trade as well as inclination. He supposed that the rewards would be great and the queen would pay him handsomely should he find the princess. As he wandered and searched he imagined spending all the gold that he was certain to receive when he presented the princess in chains to the queen. Finally he came across the wolf-ravaged remains of the princess' horse. The trappings and accoutrements half hidden by the flowers and grasses growing through the whitened bones and so he knew that the princess had entered the dark woods just to the west. But, the trail was cold and even his skills at tracking the wild beasts of the kingdom could not lead him to her final destination. So, he searched the less overgrown edges of the forest before returning to the city and preparing for a more thorough exploration of the forest and its hidden denizens. All the while the queen gathered the traces of the kingdom in her cruel hand. Executions and vanishings of the king's loyal citizens proceeded apace, as the dungeons filled with those who spoke out against her pitiless rule. No longer did she visit the king in his bed. In her stead she sent men and women to the shackled king. These whores exalted in their new power over a king. The king that no longer ruled his kingdom. He repeatedly signed the warrants that condemned his faithful followers to doom in the oubliettes and dank chambers that served as anterooms for their demise at the hands of the queen. There some of these victims were cruelly branded with her mark and broken, ready for the slave markets in Byzantium and Damascus to serve as playthings for the rich and dissolute Greeks of the east. Others were prepared for her bed, a place of cruel torments where she rode the men as they too were marked by the white hot iron of torment. She milked them of their essences for her immense gratification. As she screamed with unassuaged lust they expired between her thighs or perhaps survived to fail later at the next spiteful phase of their downfall. Some were blinded to end their lives in mewling darkness while others were rendered incomplete and flensed by the torturers that haunted the darkness as they fulfilled their erotic fantasies of cruelty and mercilessness. As the dungeons filled and the slave coffles were marched to the south, the court itself became but a parody of its former glory. Former feast days became orgies of perversion where wine and delicacies were laced with the noxious fruit of mushrooms that bent those who consumed them towards corruptions of the soul and comportment. Women were exalted over men and carried out rapes and mutilations on the men that they toyed with while the queen presided over feasts of the flesh that cast those of Nero and Caligula into the shade. Every degenerate and every pervert who sought out the court was granted power over those who were to be raped and defiled. The queen discovered treachery and betrayal in every deed and word. Her former lover, the captain of the torturers guild found himself committed to the dungeons that he had formerly presided over. His body tattooed with foul inscriptions and thus he performed his duty as pleasure toy to the queen with reluctant ardor. Used to satisfy her deviant erotic urges he squirmed on her silk and lace sheets as she rode him for hours with her mocking laughter ringing in his ears and her whip in her lace bedecked hand. The queen took a woman as her new master torturer. Red haired and gross with broad rolls of fat, the new mistress of the dungeons proved to be more imaginative than the queen herself. The small razor sharp stiletto blade that she carried sought out vulnerable flesh as she passed her charges fettered to the dank walls. Men feared to be called to her bed and very few returned whole. Snow White. The True Story. Meanwhile the hunter, fully prepared for his search, entered the Teutoburger Forest to search for the princess. She was now the last hope for the kingdom that she should inherit as queen, but he was interested only in the phantom of a reward in gold should he find her. He searched the forest with an iron will. He traced the tracks of those who lived there out of fear of the queen and entered many a mean shack to search for the woman who he knew would bring him that reward. Finally, one fine day after many months under the eaves of the forest he came across a vast pit in which worked seven brawny men who scraped at the bones of the earth to uncover its riches. A nearby house stood in the clearing, a log built cabin where flowers bloomed from window boxes and birds sported in the thatch of the reeded roof. As he watched from the concealment of the forest he heard the rattle of a bronze chain and then the squeak of the door opening and he knew that he had indeed found the object of his search. Chained to a post in the small dwelling she stood naked in the light of morning and attended to her menial tasks. Raven ringlets adorned her head, swelling hips and narrow waist flowered into fulsome breasts, white skin, pale in the sunrise, was marked with the names of her owners in tattoos of henna and wode. Rings of gold dangled from those pale pink nipples and the soft split between her thighs. Between these glittering rings of gold, hung fine chains that moved and glistened as she stirred. A slave she was, but also a princess, a servitor in the beds of the miners, but with a delicate stance that suggested tantalizing royalty and satisfaction with her lot. The hunter recognized his inability to take her from these men and so reluctantly he withdrew into the forest to consider his choices. Should he attempt abduction, a capture of this prize or should he just return to tell the queen that he had found her quarry? That night he crept to the window of the house to observe the conduct of its inhabitants and he saw that the princess was passed from bed to bed as her owners assuaged their carnal desires. She stooped over one bed and gave her mouth to the weapon of one of the men as the others stood in a row to enjoy her flesh from behind. One by one they entered her royal flesh. Some taking the tauter way, others choosing to use her as a man should use a woman. Until at last she had satisfied them fully and was chained to the wall to spend the night awaiting further erotic use as the essences that they had introduced into her appealing form leaked and cascaded from the places where they had been infused. At long last, after much thought, the hunter made the fateful decision to peddle his information to the queen for the pile of buttery gold that he so desired. He made the mistake that so many men make when they seek to bargain with the devil incarnate. The error of thought that suggests that a covenant can be made with those that are beyond ruthless and that unguarded knowledge can be traded for wherewithal without undue risk. The court was in session, the queen presiding over her subjects with pitiless candor. Finally came the time when informers, spies and those with someone to betray usually came forward to reveal the words that they had heard in the dark or merely invented to gain the estates of the condemned. The hunter stepped forward and uttered his arrangement, the locality of the princess for a reward fitting for such betrayal. Expecting a hearing, he uttered his fateful words while the queen fondled her favorite whip. A length of rawhide interwoven with thorns of diamond and blades of iron that was still rusty with the blood of the last use. Scarcely before his words had ceased to echo in the stone hall he was taken into custody and fetters were clapped to his wrists and ankles. The queen, a great believer in the veracity of words spoken under duress, was not inclined to pay her new servant for his knowledge. Instead she planned to enjoy the squeezing of words from unwilling lips and gain not just the satisfaction of his slavery to her lust, but also the final conclusion to the threat to her dominance. Screaming and tearful the hunter was tossed into an oubliette in preparation for the queen's personal attentions as she drew her own blood from her hands by pulling the cords of her whip through her fingers in her anger. That night the hunter discovered the faithlessness of queens. Naked and in tight chains that constricted his limbs he was bound spread-eagled to her bed as she cooed over his helplessness. Not one to forgo the pleasure of the degradation of others she sat by the bed on her golden throne as she asked him where the princess had sought sanctuary. The hunter supposed that he could still sell his thoughts and refused her the words that she wished to hear, so she called another man from a dank cell and ordered him to teach the hunter the meaning of perverse love. The sight of the hunter being taught this bitter lesson so inflamed her desires that the queen moaned and satisfied herself as the hunter was penetrated. Then the hunter was forced to implore the other prisoner to repeat the assault, this time using his traitorous mouth to satisfy that steaming manhood. At last the game was played out and the queen called in her chief of all the torturers, the woman who delighted in inflicting agonies on the men under her authority. Her muscles moved under her oiled skin and the layer of fat that bulked her body. An iron brand was heated to white heat and laid on the hunter's flesh with precision as he finally told the queen what she wished of him. In bitter recrimination of his own foolishness he found himself part of a coffle that was to be passed to the Sultan of Bagdad who was in need of men to serve as casual harlots to the officers of his guard. The next morning the queen gathered a small guard and rode in state to the forest of Teutoburg. She intended to seek the miners and relieve them of their plaything to enable her to clench her fist around the kingdom like a woman's hand squeezes a sponge of the last of its water. But, even the intentions of queens can carry awry! In the forest of the Teutoburger Wald the small attendant parade of guards was attacked by the thieves and cutthroats that she herself had generated from the escaped lords of her kingdom. Her horse bolted with alacrity and carried her to safety, but she was lost in the forest as the horse broke a leg in the burrow of some small animal of the woods and she was alone. For a day she wandered under the dark green cloak of that forest, unknowing as to her direction and unable to determine the path of the sun as it was covered by that umbra of oak leaves. Finally she stumbled on an open meadow with a large digging in the center and she recognized the place that the hunter had described in his agony. She saw her quarry, forced to do the demeaning chores of the men, emptying the privies and clipping the beautiful roses that climbed over the eaves of the house. But, she was not able to capture her prey for the same reason that the hunter had chosen to avoid a conflict with the miners. So she retreated into the forest and planned her strategies, knowing that guile and cunning would make up for lack of brawn and strength. She gathered apples, rosy on one side and green on the other and then she sought out mushrooms that she had knowledge of to concoct her ruse. All night she prepared the poisoned fruit that would render her victims incapable as he steeped the apples in the juices of the mushrooms and rubbed the skins of the apples to persuade them to soak up the deadly elixir that she had prepared. Finally she was finished and in the early light before the dawning of the sun she laid the apples in a small pile on the step of the house. Each apple was fair, green and red. Each was a choice treat for hungry lips just as each had a film of toxic brew invisibly dried to its peel. From her vantage in the forest the queen watched the princess open the door, notice the apples and then pick them up. So confused was she by the early morning erotic demands of her owners that she did not consider the gift of the forest strange, but bore the fruit into the house as a repast for her masters. The queen waited until the sun had risen fully over the horizon before she crept to the window of the house to discover what outcome her ruse had borne. Sure enough, most all of the inhabitants of the house had succumbed to the delirium-inducing effects of the tampered apples. All except the princess who stood holding the chain by which her ankles were affixed to the wall. All the miners lay prostrate on the cold slate floor, insensible and uncaring of events around them. The queen entered the house with a feeling of undeniable triumph that quickly turned to anger when she realized that she could not find the key to the lock which bound the princess' fetters to the brass staple set deep into the wall. She had planned to take the princess into her care, lead her out of the forest and inflict grievous punishments upon her for daring to run from the punishment that she so richly deserved. For a moment the queen considered using a knife to end the princess' life, but she realized that the smell of the blood that would surely gush upon her own clothes would bring all the nighttime wolves to her trail. The miners lay insensible, dead to the world and so the queen thought that the poison that she had so carefully prepared had killed them. So she forced the princess to eat one of the remaining apples in the sure knowledge that this would end forever the threat to her control of the kingdom. Her grim work done and satisfaction blooming in her heart, the queen gathered food and a cloak from the house and made her way back into the forest, little knowing that the denizens of the house were not in fact dead, but simply insensible with the effects of the noxious drug. The queen took the measure of the sun rising above the trees and headed east with a long sure stride. Despite the thwarting of her devious and degenerate plans to enjoy the attentions of the princess under the threat and actuality of torture for her own personal gratification, her heart was lightened by her small victory and she was in good heart as she emerged from the forest the next day. She found a small party of her knights searching for her at the edge of the trees. So she was able to enter her castle in state and continue her depravities with the sure and certain knowledge that no one could thwart her rule, her pleasure or her commands. And so it went... The queen tightened her grip on the kingdom, the king awoke one day in his own dungeons to discover that he was to be confined in a cage like an animal to be released every night for the base use of both prisoners and his tormenters under the laughing countenance of the wicked queen. Deep in a simulacrum of a perverted kingdom within the dungeons of the castle, the obese chief torturer reigned as Empress divine in her own right. She sat on her throne of naked men with her hard boots resting on the backs of young girls as she dispensed agonies, miseries, sufferings and anguish on her unwilling subjects. In the forest, in the house of the miners it went badly for the princess. The men blamed her for their being poisoned and did not listen to her pleas of mercy as they justly beat her for her delinquency. In this they were well within their rights because she was but a vessel for their use, an instrument of pleasure and a mere chattel in their eyes and according to their rules. Princess no longer, they branded her to mark her as their own. A trivial marking of property with a white hot iron on the delicate skin of that small triangle that lies just above a woman's sex. Finally the miners decided that since their slave was not suitable for any use but to please them as they willed. They decided that she would be better confined where they could use her as and when they willed. So, they fashioned a box of crystal to keep her in. They sealed it, leaving just a few small openings so that they could feed her and use her as they willed as the moment seemed right. They decked her with gold and gems and then closed the glass coffin with a level of craftsmanship that has seldom been seen in the land since Athens fell to Alexander and Corinth fell to Mummius. The months passed, fluttering by like the wind-blown pages of a book in the cold north wind. Every life seemed in a comfortable stasis. The princess, sealed in her glass coffin, suffering the attentions of the men who so needed relief after their long hours working in the mine. The queen, exultant in her power, using her whip to prove her authority and the king who learned that a man can pierce another man in lust, pining them screaming them to the bed. Women can enjoy their own vile rapes and can also enjoy penetrating a man with blunt articles of ivory, wood and steel. A year after the princess had been locked in her glass prison she noticed a small crack in the glass. A mirrored sliver in the crystal that ran from a corner to the hole through which she was fed and watered. She tapped the glass and was surprised to see that the sliver grew and extended under her tapping. Hope sprang in her heart and she realized that fortune had smiled on her; perhaps she might escape her prison? Tapping blows, instant thumps of her small fists caused the crack to extend until the crystal shattered silently into a thousand sparkling shards. Almost confused by her outrageous luck, Snow White climbed from the wreck of her prison and stood on legs unused to standing. She reeled from the house in the hearing of the picks and shovels of the men who had used her so ruthlessly and disappeared into the trees with never a backward glance at the place that she had spent a year in terrible abused bondage. Snow White was but a faded waif wending her way between the gnarled and ancient trunks of the grey oaks. ***** At this point, dear reader, you will imagine that this tale, terrible as it has been for so many of the characters who inhabit its telling, is on a slow trajectory towards an ending in which the princess frees her father and puts the evil queen to the sword as is traditional in parables of this nature. I have the pleasure, however, to tell the tale as it actually happened and not as those of you with soft, generous souls would find fulfilling. For the end is one of quite a different nature, an ending that sours the psyche and blasts the spirit. But, I am constrained by the actuality of the scenes that actually took place and not some fairy tale in which the good triumph against all odds. In which the evildoers become but compost for the next year's crops. Those that tell the tale otherwise, like the brothers Grimm and that Frenchman Perrault and their ilk, have sadly tried to massage the emotions of their readers with untruths and falsehoods. Sugar coated distortions of the human spirit. For this is a history and not a fable, a tale or a fairy story. This is the blunt rusted steel edge of real life that haunts us all and shows no mercy to the weak, despite their righteous suffering. ***** A week of footsore travelling, sustained by berries, roots and acorns that swelled her belly until at last Snow White stumbled from the forest and fell prostrate by the door of a woodsman's humble shack in a delirium. There she found a refuge of sorts as the woodsman's wife took her in and nursed her on their bed. She was sleeping when the woodsman came home from his daily travails in the forest. He was a chopper of the boughs of the trees and a maker charcoal in mounds of slow burning wood with a covering of clay. He looked at the fair woman that fate had brought his way and felt a sinful lust that almost overwhelmed him. The gold chains and rings, the pale complexion and fair face that demanded his attention. The woodsman's wife stood in silent assent as he covered the princess with his body and woke her with the thrusts of his manhood pushing into her vulnerable body. As the princess weakly tried to escape the torment of being filled by the man pinning her to the bed, she could see the woodsman's wife standing relishing the circumstance that she might no longer have to put up with his crude rapes because of the substitute that now filled the marriage bed. In a few short minutes he was drained and withdrew leaving the abused princess limp on the stained sheets. His wife fetched the chains that they used for their dog and affixed their new slave to the bed. Then the woodsman's wife detached all the gold and gems from Snow White's body and passed them to her husband. A new phase in the princess' life began; a new oppression in which, by night, she served the lusts of the woodsman when he returned from his work and by day she drudged as a maid for the woodsman's wife. It was, she reflected, better than her time in the crystal coffin of the miners. So she began to recover in body and spirit even though the woodsman's wife soon began to enjoy a more intimate erogenous service in the afternoons. An erotic servitude that came with sharp canings for failing to please the shameless woman with the zeniths of bliss that she demanded from her maid. Eventually, as in all things, the wife of the woodsman tired of the princess as did her husband. Beauty has its attractions, but power over a slave soon loses its shine and the wicked couple started to consider selling their reluctant servant. For though Snow White never cried out and never resisted their advances, the princess had become indolent and lethargic and never showed the requisite enthusiasm that their erotic activities demanded. The woodsman had spent the gold on wine and stronger and his wife kept nagging him to sell their slave in order that she could buy some fine clothes. Thus it was that a nobleman passed the woodsman's hut to ask directions. On his fine caparisoned horse and with an axe strapped to his back he noticed the beauty of the princess and asked her provenance. The sale proceeded with alacrity and he rode to the city with his new purchase on a long halter walking behind. ***** As we know, fate has a great part to play in our lives. It is an impartial force that makes itself felt through coincidence and chance, neither for good nor for evil. It is simply mankind's expression for circumstance and accidental happenings that are incidental and ever fluctuating, ever mutable and capricious. ***** So it happened that as the nobleman and his pitiful captive came to the town a great fete was in progress. Adults and children, nobles and artisans, men and women were gathered for the festival of light, when the day has ceased waxing and the night is waning no more. To celebrate this inexorable changing of the seasons, the queen had decided that a beheading and tormenting of her rivals and challengers to her swelling power would be appropriate to show the cowed mass of her subjects that her rule was incontestable. Every hour until sundown a victim was to be brought forth from the oubliettes and cages under the castle and dealt with by her cadre of tormentors, the final sufferer being the king himself! Into this crowd arrived the nobleman and his unlucky captive. A rough shift covered Snow White's body and her long hair swept down her back as the nobleman stopped to admire the torment that was being inflicted on an Earl who had refused to give up his son for the queen's amusement. As they watched from the back of that muttering crowd a fanfare broke the chattering and the queen appeared on a charger, surrounded by her guards. Ermine and the fur of leopard adorned her body, fluttering occasionally in the breeze to reveal her naked and sumptuous body beneath. A pearl circlet was on her brow and her lace gloved hand bore her favorite whip. On her shapely legs were boots of soft girl's skin and around her neck were chains of gold with gems that sparkled like blood freshly shed. Red stained lips pouted, as she admired the use of the bitter instruments of torture that were being applied to the man who had not done her bidding. Snow White. The True Story. The queen happened to glance to the side and saw the nobleman and his slave. For a moment she simply admired the figure and form of the raven headed woman. As fate would have it, Snow White turned to look up at her nemesis and recognition shone like a ray of the setting sun through the mind of the queen. What aforementioned fate had decided and fortune determined, came to pass and the queen took possession of the one person she most desired to have in her power. The nobleman found himself staring upwards at the dim flickering light of torches through the opening in his bottle dungeon while the princess was confined in a cage at the foot of her enemy's bed. ***** It now remains, dear reader, to bring to a conclusion the histories of the characters that have populated this history of the kingdom. The tale tells of the futility of fighting providence, for, when the three norns decide to cut the strands of the web of a person's path through life, they do so with a small snick of their mistletoes-handled silver blades with finality that no individual or divinity can undo. The tale has a moral, no matter how others have tried to twist the history with false significance. The moral is that women rule more fiercely than men and that resisting them is futile. ***** The nobleman who stared upward from his prison at the flickering of torches, hearing only the cries of the victims of the hell in which he was confined, was forgotten, as all insignificant people are. One day the prison guard simply stopped lowering food and sustenance to his already starving frame and he ceased to live. He expired, neglected and ignored, with a small sigh of breath that signified his last words. It was heard only by the spiders and earwigs that infest the deeps of dungeons as they carried on their lives unaffected by his demise. The woodsman and his wife discovered an important truth. That they missed the female slave that had been theirs for a while and regretted selling her in a fit of sheer tedium. In a short while they bought a young man as a slave, to help the woodsman do the work that was increasingly becoming beyond his capabilities due to his constant drinking. The woodsman took the rest of the coins from the nobleman and spent them on strong drink, so his wife never got to experience the fine clothes that she had longed for. One bright morning, the day after a bout of intemperate drinking that left him insensible and comatose, his wife smothered her insensible husband with a pillow so that she could be more often with her young slave and spend more time enjoying erotic exercises that sent her into raptures of sensual pleasure. Deep in the forest of Teutoburg, the seven miners continued their quest for riches. They gathered gems and refined gold, never realizing that they had riches enough for a fuller life. They did not understand the manner of departure of their little love mannequin and returned to pleasuring each other as they had done before her arrival. One day a passing troop of Frankish troops captured them and uncovered the hoard that they had accumulated. To cover their crime they cruelly murdered the miners and left the small house in the glade a smoking ruin. This hoard of gold and gems passed to their king, in part anyway, and became newly forged scepters, swords and a delicate crown that was placed on his head in a ceremony in Rome as he became the new Emperor of the West. The unfortunate king of the kingdom was already a shattered man. His manhood stripped from him in a delightfully trivial game in the queen's bed the night before. He died in a stupor of agony on a stake. Nearby was the brazier that supplied the white hot irons that finally expunged the last thoughts in his royal head. Wielded by that odious Empress of the dark, the queen's chief tortures. The king died on the very night that Snow White first awoke to the queen's tender mercies, chained to her bed. The last thing that the king saw was the beautiful queen that he had married. The last thing that he ever heard was her dainty laughter as his sight faded. As he died he was cursed by the people who had loved his justice and integrity. They hated and blamed for all the doings of his wife, the queen of pain. It was indeed a fitting end for a monarch that failed his people. The fate of the princess, foreordained by the fates, was to become the mannequin of the woman who had become her nemesis. It would not be unjust to say that the role of plaything to so many men during her captivity was a thousand times gentler than the touch of the queen. The queen used all of her considerable skill and expertise to create a delicious bauble from her that was the final artistic creation in a long career in the conception of anguish. The queen nursed the princess back to the full bloom of health with gentle words and gestures, generous actions and gifts of nourishment that would allow her to exact a perfect revenge on the princess that had challenged her sovereignty by trying to escape her malevolent clutches. Like a mother she dripped honey in word and deed, like a friend she nurtured and restored, until there remained just the striking off of the fetters and chains that bound Snow White living in the small room at the top of the tower that was her prison. But, that was not to be! No! All the while she showed false fondness, the queen rubbed her hands in glee and prepared for the final dénouement that would be her most creative stroke. The queen sent to her home city of Byzantium for masters in the art of medicine and sought as far as Egypt for the men who had the knowledge of the frail human physique. Finally, when all was ready, Snow White was flensed of her shapely limbs in one evening as the birds chanted their evensong and the peasants returned to their dwellings with melody in their hearts. Shapely legs like carved ivory and slender arms like willow branches were detached with the skill of ten centuries until all that was left on the queen's bed for her erogenous pleasure was those broad shapely hips, those perfectly formed alabaster breasts and a face that could not cry out because Snow White's voice had been seared from her very throat. Furthermore, what remained for the queen's enjoyment were those full lips that could satisfy her mistress and the delicate openings of Snow White's body that could be filled by the queen's latest paramours or simulacrums of manhood as the queen pleasured herself with her own long fingered hands or caused the princess to kiss the bud between her strong thighs. So the queen in turn nurtured and tormented the princess, making Snow White devoted to her and then suddenly causing the acid sting of pain and fear to bewilder her little amatory plaything. A subtle work that both perplexed and confused Snow White until, eventually, twisted love was what emerged. Like a distorted perfect bloom which flowers from a damaged bud. This, then, was the final fate of Snow White, to become an adornment in the queen's pleasure-bed for her perpetual enjoyment. A reminder of the queen's dominion on which she could expend her most guileful erotic torments, night after night, day after day as the years wended along their slow course. After many years, the queen died peacefully in her sleep, her cruel whip in her aged hand, her amatory plaything mewling quietly by her side, in a fit of grief that her cruel mistress had passed away. Tears of sympathy that the queen's callous passion had passed away from the world and would torment no more. The kingdom itself was subsumed first by the Franks and then swept clean by the hordes of wild horse-borne Magyars that followed and so the story of Snow White faded to become just an endearing fairy tale, as the real history of those times faded into the pages of the Dark Ages that followed. Like ink finally fading on a Pergamum parchment until just irrelevancies are discernible to the learned scholar. The End Contact E Mail See my personal details on Literotica... Snow White: The True Story I woke to the stench of unwashed bodies, to see seven dirty looking small men. I went to get up to explain but found I was tied to the bed, my hands above my head to the head of the bed, my ankles to the bottom and ropes around me, "It's all right,” I said, “I'm not here to make trouble.” "We will be the judge of that,” their leader answered, "Tell us why you are here,” I cleared my throat and told them I was on the run because my wicked stepmother wanted me dead and could I stay a while, until the coast was clear. "We need a maid to clean and cook,” said one, "She'll be off and running as soon as are back is turned," said another, "She won't if we put the chain up," chirped in someone else. "Good idea "said the leader,” Lets go fix it up, you two keep an eye on her,” and five of them left, I didn't know what to think as the two remaining looked at me with evil eyes, I tried not to look at them for the length of time it took for the leader to return. "O.K. you two lets go leave her to sleep we have the chain in place, and we will see who's to guard her tomorrow, later,” one of them said, "Don't worry about that, we will give up a day to watch her and make sure she does the cleaning," the evil looking one grinned as he spoke.” "O.K" said the boss, "You two have got the job but as there will be less of us, don't expect us back till later," and with that he left. As the two followed him down I heard one say to the other, "More time to see that the maid has hers hands full and that will be nice," and I fell into a unhappy sleep, thinking, was I still in big trouble. I woke to shouting and banging noises, I was very stiff from the way they had left me tied, the leader came in to the room with the two who had scared me last night, he barked, "Get her untied and bring her down.” I was taken down to the big room, and there from the middle beam a long chain hung, at the end was a collar which was put around my neck and the key was given to my guards, I was still in a daze as they set off and left me to do my work. Before I started I asked if I could wash and go to the toilet, the nasty guard said, "You can see the sink and there's a bucket under it,” the chain would not let me get out of sight so I had to hide the best I could, the two guards watched with their evil grins getting wider. I set to and did very well in the first hour, the two just sat and played with the dogs. From time to time I looked at them, they were small but in a strange way, their arms were big, as were their hands, their legs short but powerful and their groin area was a strange shape, maybe that was why they were short, anyway I busied myself in work at least I was safe. I was thinking about other things, when the two of them came up to me and said that I had worked very well and I was in need of a rest, as one undid the collar the other took my arms and tied them behind me, "Now you go and lay down, we will help you up stairs,” I let them walk me upstairs as it was useless to fight. "There you go, sit on your bed," he said and I was pushed down roughly and my legs were tied, "Oh please don't tie them so tight,” I begged. "I'm sorry, am I marking them," he said," Mustn't do that to such nice legs must I, are they still sore from all that running?" " Yes that's right," I answered. "Let me look,” he asked and that grin came back," No, no thank you I'll be alright," I tried to say, but it was to late, they both got hold of my skirt and started to pull it up. "No, no you can't do that, stop it,” I screamed. "Oh go on, just a little look at your panties, just a little feel up there." "Nooo, let me g---," a filthy rag was taken from one of their pockets and jammed in my mouth and a voice came from behind me, "Shhhh no need to get silly, we just want you quiet so we can play with your pussy for a while, nothing to get upset about, we only want to finger your cunt and make it all slippery we are just going to have a little feel round, just see what you got up there, we have wanted to see your legs, pants and cunt since last night, we don't want to fuck sheep now your here and while he looks at your cunt, I'm going to have a handful of tit and if your really lucky we may just strip you naked and let you get rid of a load for us, sounds fun don't it?” As he was saying that, the other had got his hand up my skirt and was rubbing my pussy lips through my pants, he was grinning at me as he watched his mate pushing his hand into my blouse and starting to squeeze me hard, pinching my nipples and making me squirm, "Keep her moving, it feel's lovely with a hand full of moving cunt lip's I'm just going into her pants for a hand full of cunt, this is going to be one hot hour or two,” they laughed as I struggled but to no avail. They just did anything they wanted to me, I was at their mercy and with horror I suddenly new what that odd shape was in their trousers. My ordeal began. They laid me on my back, pulled my skirt off and both of them played with my pants, pulling them from side to side saying peek-a- boo, then pushing their hands down inside, so they could see their hand outlined, playing with my pussy and they were saying awful things like, I got some cunt, lets tickle it or shall we finger fuck it for a while, and they did, they did for more than a while, then my pants were pulled off and they both got down on me trying to see who could put their tongue up furthest, next they pulled my blouse down and took a tit each, sucking, biting and pulling my nipples as far out as they would go, the nasty one said, "Come on lets get her in a fucking position go get some rope.” My legs were pulled apart and up, my knees were pulled back and tied to the bed head, then my ankles were tied to the sides of the bed, pillows were piled behind my head and my shoulders were pulled back hard against the headboard making my head shove forward, with my hands tied behind me I was both uncomfortable and exposed, they looked at me and rushed to take off their clothes. Their cocks fell out as they slid their pants off, they were only half erect but they looked more like that unicorn than anything else and they looked at me as they played with themselves. "Want some of this?” he barked at me, his cock was all bumps and warts, with a huge purple head, covered in large pimples," I'm having her first.” The nasty one said, "You plug her mouth, you should enjoy that sweet sucking mouth.” "Mmmpprrhh!, was all I screamed in my gag, but to no use, as one positioned himself between my spread legs, the second climbed on my chest ,twisting my nipples, making me jump, tears ran down my face, he spoke, "If you don't want to be hurt, lay still and do as your told, now don't speak, your mouth will have enough to do today, I'll take the gag off but don't talk just suck,” he pulled the gag out, I went to plead but just got a backhander, "Just open your fucking mouth wide girlie while I tickle your tonsils.” A laughing voice came from behind him, "Ya and I'm going to tickle some cunt as-well," both together they pushed into their chosen holes, as I held my breath. Oohhh I was being torn in half as they pushed themselves into me, up, up my pussy and down my throat, I thought I would choke but he did my mouth slowly so I could breath and he said he wasn't going to rush, as fucking my mouth would have to be long and as far down as he could manage, the other problem was all the nobles on their cocks were rubbing the inside of my pussy until I couldn't help but feel myself getting wet. To his joy he cried, "She's a fucking goer,” I heard, "She will have to be the amount of fucking I am going to give her.” They fucked me for ages and as I got wetter they shoved in me more and I was unable to stop them pumping me full, cuming over me as-well as in me, making me lick their semen of their filthy cocks tasting myself on them, they fetched the dogs up to lick me clean, I saw the dogs getting hard on's and they told me if I told what had happened they would let the dogs take me and after seeing their erections, I said I would stay silent. They untied me, but kept me naked, took me downstairs, put the collar on and I went back to work, I got fucked again in the afternoon, on my knees, one in my pussy and one in my mouth but they made sure I was in bed before the others got home, tying me to the bed then both fucking me again. The following day two others were left to guard me, the others had only been gone ten minutes when I found myself with my hands tied to the chain above my head, with one in my pussy and one up my ass, in that day I blow jobbed them for lunch and in the afternoon I was tied to the bed-end, with my bottom up in the air and had to take a good spanking as a warning what would happen if I told on them and just for good measure they both took me from behind while I was tied to the bed. You can guess the next day, spread-eagled on the kitchen table, bound to the four corners with my head hanging over the end for two hours while I was licked and fucked many times in the cunt, ass and mouth, twice more, during the day I was threaten, if I didn't lay between them and use my hand and mouth on them while they played with my tits, I would get the whipping of a life time, this went on for five more days, until suddenly I got my chance. That day I had been really taken hard by three at once and I played tired and they left me to sleep, thinking I was to exhausted to bother tying me up, this was my chance and I took it. Slipping on my clothes I ran as fast as I was able back to the woods where I had come from, silly me, I thought I knew the way but I was soon lost and had to lay against a tree, oh no the trees really did move. I could see their branches, they were moving towards me before I could run a thin branch encircled my leg and was pulling me, another was twineing round my wrist pulling me hard back towards the tree. Suddenly all my limbs were held, I was held firmly against the tree behind me, before I could scream I felt a thin branch going across my mouth I tried to bite it, it didn't taste like wood but hard and yet smooth like skin, the tip of it pushed into my mouth, small to start with but as it went in it grew filling my mouth, also I was aware of other branches sliding up my legs and going up under my skirt, further and further up my leg tickling and searching for the edge of my panty line, pushing under, tickling the hairs on my pussy and then working their way into my pussy, more were going into my blouse between the buttons, encircling my breasts, playing with my long nipples. The ones in my pussy started to swell and fill me and it was not long before I felt something up my bottom, growing and fattening, then everything started to move and a ripple of pleasure started to build in me. I even thought I could hear the tree breath, the rhythm was driving me mad, wild with lust and I came time and time again, uncontrollable, that's how it felt until the things in me all splat out fluid at the same time. I lay limp against the tree until more branches from the tree across from me reached out and grabbed at me, all of a sudden I was pulled over to that tree my head held hard into it. What I thought was a knot in the tree seemed to grow, larger and larger, pushing in filling my mouth, something was rotating on my breasts and again things were crawling up my legs and going into my panties, into my bottom and pussy, filling me and then the pumping started again, in and out, time and time again, I could not control myself and my pussy juices were running down my leg in rivers, I went dizzy, I was being fucked to death, harder and harder, just as I was about to be forced to cum again I could see, as much as my well fucked mouth would let me, more branches coming towards me, moving ready to take me next, I could take no more and slowly drifted into oblivion. I was brought back by the sound of crashing and thumping, it was the little men they had huge clubs and they were beating the branches back, they released me and carried me back to the house were I laid for days but this time, alone. I drifted in and out of sleep filled with wild dreams, and it must have been days before my body relaxed and I could move, I new I must be getting better as a guard was posted with orders not to touch me, so he just lazed around all day as I slept more than moved and also I did not have to work, that was a bonus. Some days later in the middle of the morning, I was awoke by and thump and a cry, my guard was nowhere to be seen and stood in the doorway was an older woman, very tall and her firm body did not look right on a woman of that age, beside her was an awful looking midget, she spoke, "Hello could I have a drink of water, we've been lost and it's very hot today," I gave her the water and she thanked me and asked if I'd like to share her apples, I was still in shock so not thinking I said yes, and took a bite. After that, everything seemed to go strange, it was as if the apple was in my throat choking the life out of me I felt weak and I looked at her and all I saw was hate, as the numbness starting coursing through me and my body started to slow down, I slumped into a chair. "Hello Snow White,” she said, "How does it feel to be dieing, this apple will slowly take your life away and you will feel it go, it my take five or six days and slowly all your scenes will go, the last to go will be feeling, hearing, taste and smell and you are powerless to stop it, as the apple dissolves into you, so you die and me and my mirror will be as one again, see you can't move to well now, can you, shall we help you to your bed?” She ordered her troll to carry me upstairs, there they both looked at me laying there helpless before them, "Lift your arm, up and down, up and down see you are in my power, you have no will of your own my pretty girl,” the troll said, "She may be pretty but not as wonderful as you my Queen," she replied" As soon as I get this spell off I will be the best, this dam spell slows me down and makes me hot,” then with a cruel smile she looked at me, "You have caused me a lot of pain little girl in the last few weeks, so I have an idea that you could, maybe as a last act before death, give me some pleasure,” she turned to the ugly troll, "Why don't you fuck her while she gives me some head?" I couldn't move, I could see him lick his lips and I felt tears running down my face, she sneered," It will be wetter soon from my cunt juice "and she started to take her clothes off. Standing naked in front of me, I could see the hate in her eyes, put your tongue out, I could not stop myself, my tongue had a will of it's own, she laughed, "You are completely in my power, this will be fun and you my little troll, why don't you look up that skirt of hers, see if there is anything you like, I don't think she'll mind, maybe have yourself a feel round, feel her up good, I expect she has a nice cunt, the mirror tells me she has.” She looked down at me, " Want some thick fingers up that cunt of yours and maybe a fucking up the ass for good measure? You can lick me out then I'll watch while he buggers your pretty ass, then another good licking before we leave you to die in you own good time, oh by the way, he fucks like an animal when he does, it may hurt but do I care, now stick your tongue out and lets get started. "Again my tongue slid out of my mouth, as she climbed on the bed and then on to my face also I could feel hands crawling up my legs, going under my skirt, on to my panties, pushing and probing all around my pussy, going into my pants and my legs being pulled apart, as finger's played with my pussy, I was brought back as she forced herself down over my face, I could smell her as her cunt covered my mouth and my tongue searched out the nib on her mound, "Lick bitch and suck all you can while I fuck your mouth, don't worry about him, he will enjoy himself, you don't have to look after him, he will take what he wants and it's that cunt of yours he wants," she sneered the last few words out. I could feel him starting to finger fuck me, soon he had my skirt off, my panties dragged to one side and if it wasn't his finger it was his tongue or his cock that was up me, that's how it went on for the next hour. Oh how my tongue hurt but it would not stop and the more it worked the more she pushed and ground her cunt into my face, until, thankfully she spurt her juices into my mouth and rubbed it all over my face, it was only then that I realized how sore my pussy was with this huge cock banging away in it, then to my horror she climbed off me and said, "Turn her over and give her ass a good fucking lets see if she can take all of you.” They got some pillows from the other beds and laid my helpless body face down with my bottom up in the air, then they got some more and put them under my chin, I suppose because I am still young my body heals fast so my bottom was tight again, she bent down by my ear, "He likes a tight ass to fuck and while you are like this, I've kept that pretty face up and in just the position for you to lick me while I lay back and watch the show,” she climbed in front of me and spread her legs just in front of my nose. "Warm the ass up a bit before you fuck it," she giggled, "She can still feel so let her feel your belt" and then whack, whack, ooh if only I could scream, if only I couldn't feel the pain of ten more belts before the end of his huge cock pushed towards my dry, pain filled ass-hole, still no mercy from her as she commanded my tongue to go to work on her cunt again. It took a long time before she splat her filthy cum into mouth as the troll thumped into me from behind, "O k you can come now.” She told the troll to finish fucking me, and thick semen filled my bottom, again that sneer in her voice, "Well looky here while her mouth is in this position let her clean your cock off, stick it in her mouth, I will command her tongue to clean it "and he started to push it in my mouth, the filthy thing was just going in when banging sounds and feet coming up stairs made them jump, I heard, " Some-ones bashed Grotty get up stairs see who's up there,” the Queen raised her hand and was about to give a spell when thump and a club smashed her hand, she screamed, "My magic hand is broken, run for it" and the two of them took of down the stairs with the men in pursuit. One of them stayed with me and was very kind, he redressed me and patted me saying, "Why is it just as your getting ready for fucking again someone goes and buggers you up that cunt and ass again.” We heard the others coming back, "What happened?" he asked, "That troll will never walk again and as for the woman we found her amongst some trees with branches sticking in and out of everywhere, so she looked to be having fun so we left her,” they all laughed, then they saw me, the one who had stayed back said, "She's a goner, I think she's dieing, some spell not much chance,” and they were right. They decided to build a glass covered box and laid me in it, cleaned up, freshly washed clothes, they said I looked a picture of beauty and after some days even the marks had healed, I lay there day after day slowly getting weaker and alone. I was pleased one night when one of them came down and sat talking, at first he just talked about them and their life, his life I thought at last some-one cares, but it soon turned out that he missed fucking me and he had a big hard on that he wanted to do something about it, he said, "Hope you don't mind?” as he lifted the lid of glass, pulled one of my legs over one side of the box and then the other the same, put his hand up my skirt and started to feel me up, he pushed his fingers into my pussy and on up scratching my already torn inner-wall, he said, " That feels a bit bloody, guess I'll have to use your mouth "and I was pulled back and up the back of the box holding my head he was just shoving it in down and down, then he stooped and said" Something was stopping it going down,” he pulled out and looked in my mouth as he did that I heard unicorn hooves and they stopped outside, and a real mans voice said,” Hello anybody there?” Snow White: The True Story The bastard who was at me quickly straighten me up and called him in,” I'm looking for a lost girl," then he must have seen me, "Is that her?” he asked, the little man said "That they had found me like this and had been looking after me," I thought why don't you tell him you bastards have been fucking and raping me for days and you would have again if he hadn't come along,” Let me see her" he said" and you can go outside and tend my unicorn," he bent down over me," Let me kiss you, a kiss from a prince should help you.” Boy did he kiss me, but nothing happened, then he said,” Maybe a feel up your skirt," I thought here we go again as his hand went into my pants and started to feel my pussy, just as he was about to push in I jumped and that piece of apple shot out of my mouth, he jumped and tore my pussy making it bleed, "Oh no I have taken your innocence I must marry you, it is a princes duty." I had cracked it, we got sorted and we were out of there and I was on my way to a wonderful life. He took me to his wonderful estate, my dream home, we lived in a big house and the servants lived in the estate buildings, so we were never disturbed between the hours of six at night and eight in the morning, life was bless till about nine days ago when my husband said he had to go away for three months to oversee his lands, but would make sure I was safe. My wonderful husband so tender and loving was leaving me, but would keep me safe, oh happiness, I thought until the day he left, he took me to the main hall to meet the four grooms who were to guard me and the mansion, my heart sank as he said, "You will be safe my love, some of the grooms come from that far off land where you used to live" and I saw the two men who had tried to kill me, I could say nothing, if my love found out I had tricked him, it would be the end of my fairy tale life, I said " Hello" as he shock their hand and went to his animal, a last kiss for me and off he and his trusted servant rode and left me to face those men alone. I was going to show them they could not mess with a princess. I confronted them in the main hall I told them their duties but they said they would do what they pleased when they pleased, I was not to interfere, just make sure they got paid I said" Right then I will join my husband and will write and tell the other servants I was going and then I would join my husband and then they would be in big trouble," I wrote that I was going to join my husband and will not be available, two of them took the notice to the main kitchens for all to see, the other two just laughed at me and I was so afraid that I ran back to my big bedroom to lock myself away until I could get away the next day. I rushed in and went to turn the key to close it when I was yanked back as a big hand closed over my mouth, a foul tasting thing was forced into it and some cloth wrapped round to stop me spitting it out, I was dragged to the floor and my arms pulled behind my back, ropes secured my elbows and wrists, my ankles were tied and my dress pushed up so my knees could be fastened as well, I heard someone say, "Shall we go any higher, I bet there's something warm, wet and tasty up there just ready to suck a finger or two" and there was laughter, it was the two other grooms. The door opened and the others came in, looking down at me the mean one smiled that awful smile I remembered from a year ago, he spoke slowly enjoying every word, "Well, well, miss high and mighty now who's making the rules, you have left a note telling everyone your going away, and you won't be available well in some ways that's true, you are going to spend your time here, during the day we will keep you gagged, sometimes with your soiled panties, like you are now other times with something's Jack has made, he's a good blacksmith, and tied nice and tight, and yes you will be available as one of us will be here at all times to keep you company just in case you feel like some fun and don't won't to use your fingers on that pretty little cunt of yours. Then at six when the other staff have gone home we will be all here, for a all night party, we will give you some rest, have to be seen in the tavern some times, just to make it look good, but as I said down stairs we will do what we please and when we please and what we will do, is you, your cunt, ass and mouth and sometimes we can hold those lovely big tit's together and fuck them too and with you tied nice and tight you can't stop us. Now we may feel like making that ass and those tit's a lovely shade of red, but you could suck us so well, with that sweet little mouth of yours, we won't bother, but it will be fun finding out,” they all laughed, "Jack gets to stay first and play with her, as it is his little toys that will make this time a great time, see you later little princess.” Jack pulled me up to make me try and stand on my bound legs and then stood back to admire me, "They told me you were a good looker, and you really are and those tits of your are just my type, I love to play with big firm young tit's,” as he said that he went round behind me and his hands came round, "You've got a fucking good handful for a young bride, I bet your old man can't get enough of these beauties, I know I won't, I'm going to maul and tug at your tit's, I promise you I won't get tired of them now lets have them out to play." He was whispering with excitement, he untied my elbows and pulled down my top, then retied them, "Tying you like this will make them stick out more, and I'm going to keep your elbows well back and your front well out" he grinned, then he undid my wrists and let my top fall, retied them and pulled the rest of my gown down. "Time for your panties and what's in them later" he said, "For now lets give your jugs a good going over,” then he started, he was licking, sucking and pinching my tit's till the were unbearably sore, he got some cord out of his bag, pulled a chair over and bent me over it letting my tit's hang down, then he tied each one up at the base till I thought they would burst, pulling me back up he stood and gazed at these huge balloons in front of me," I said I like them big and soon they will get bigger as will those lovely nipples they will poke out nice and long, perfect for sucking,” he spoke with his eyes full of lust. "Now lets get you on the bed and start having real fun, with them milker's,” he picked me up and threw me on the bed, dragging me to the middle, he lay beside me, I thought he was going to chew my nipples off, the way he bit and sucked on them. After a while his hand went down into my pants and started his feeling up as he called it, pushing fingers into me, he suddenly said, "This little hole feels very tight, hasn't your old man got much of a dick, I'm going to have to widen you up a bit to get my cock up you, it's no good, much as I love these tits I will have to get rid of a load,” he untied my legs pulled my pants off, crossed my ankles and tied them tight, got some cushions from the couch and turned my on to them, it left my tits to hang between the cushions and my ass in the air and he then he pushed his fingers into me, " I said I would widen you lets get some cunt juice flowing my pretty one just give you a good two finger fucking.” There I lay, on my stomach with this horrid man pushing his finger's in and out of me, then he took me from behind pushing his fat cock into my abused pussy and pulling himself into me by my bound tits, he humped away at me for ages until he came flooding my poor sore pussy, I cried into my gag, he sarcastically said, " Don't cry, I'm only going for a piss and then I'll be back for more of your body and next time you can look at me while I fuck your sweet cunt again.” He wasn't gone more than a minute before he was turning me over and rubbing his thick cock up and down my opening while his mouth was back biting my poor balloon shaped breasts, and then with out warning he shouted "Lets fuck" and ploughed his cock hard into me again and started rutting me like a mad animal on heat, his hands squeezed and pressed my tit's so much as he fucked me, thank goodness he came before he ripped them off. He slavered all over them as he dressed and left then it was another's turn, he fucked off between my tit's saying he had got rid of enough to make the next fuck last the longest, and it did. He tied my hands in front of me and then strung me to a beam, he said he would untie my tit's after I had done a dance for him, so there I was with my hands tied above my head gyrating and swaying for this evil man, while he walked around me tickling my pussy and bottom, flicking my pain-filled nipple's and pinching my now huge blue veined tit's. He did untie them but did not leave them alone while he fucked my pussy and then, with great force buggered me while I was still suspended there, his cock was so big I thought I would be ripped in half. The other two were just as unforgiving as one by one they fucked my pussy and bottom, and true to their word never let me lose or remove the gag till six o clock came and my real torment began. Two more beds were brought into the room and the door was locked. Mead and wine were all over the table, as they gathered round me, "Time to untie you for a while so we can party, first I think we should bath you, I don't know what you have been doing all day but your covered in some sort of sticky stuff and that would never do for a princess,” he laughed and they came at me. The first thing they did was to take my pants and push them into my wet cum filled pussy, saying, this will clean out all the stuff you have up there and it will be nice when we stick them in your mouth tomorrow, after that I was bathed, their hands went everywhere, I couldn't stop them and they just made remarks that made me sick at the thought of what was going to happen to me for the next three months, they first gave me a spanking hitting me all over my body as they let me run around the room trying to save myself. I gave up and let them take me, as one took my ass another was in my pussy as I sucked on one and wanked off the other, the rest of the first night was sucking them to make them hard so they could fuck my ass or pussy and if they weren't at me I had been given vegetables or tools from the kitchen to wank myself and put on a show for them, all that did was get them hard again and then they were back on and in me, even in sleep two of them used the other beds while two of them slept in my bed making me fuck or suck them when they wanted. The morning would come and the ropes and gag would be used on me again. You may be thinking how am I writing this, well Jack has renewed this chair, my legs are clamped and there is a timber lap board across my legs and hips that goes up over my breasts, there is a head band which holds my head in place, it has a band that covers my mouth, in that band there's a hole where a long leather pole, that goes into my mouth can be fitted, that stops me from making a sound or they just leave the leather ring that keeps my mouth open for their use at any time. The worse thing is that over the last two days they have been pouring a liquid into my gag and pushing this potion up me, into my pussy it does things to me, the lap board stops me from moving my hips, I’m unable to relive myself, they cover my nipples and my breathing movement rubs them on the hard cloth at the back of the board, they become so hard I feel as if I have no control, I can’t say no, even though I don't want them too. The mixture and the rubbing do things to me, I need to be fucked and as they fuck me the mixture coats their cocks and makes them harder, hornier and last longer, they told me it's from a herb an old lady makes for them and they have bottles of it. I didn't tell you that this chair leaves my hands free, I can't undo the locks, and I can't touch myself, I can see the key hanging by my bed but can't get there, also Jack has fitted two eight inch leather poles in the middle of the seat and they are well coated with the potion and of course well inside me, and as you know I can't move, do you pity me? Soon they will play with me again until I can't say no, I will be so hot, I know that I will have to do disgusting things again tonight, in fact I think I can hear footsteps now, the tavern must be closed so it must be time for my legs, ass, and mouth to be open. They say tonight that it's time to cut my cunt hairs so they can see it all and it should grow back by the time my husband gets home, still I'm in no place to stop them, they have taken some of my money and given the rest of the staff a weekend away to a local fair so they can take me around the estate and give me some fresh air, they will also make me visit the animals, they can remember I do a good job on unicorns. Well now you know the true story and there ain't no happy ending, well not that I can see from where I'm sat, they have just come in and they have two boys with them, one older and one younger, the older one just spoke. "Hi sis, told you, no promised you we were going to fuck you one day, well I hope your hot. PAGAN