"Then what do you have that you can give me in exchange?" asked the Queen.
"Alas," sighed Snowy. "I have nothing. Everything that you see before you is owned by others."
"You have these," said the Queen, bouncing the heavy breasts in her hands. "You could let me taste them for a moment in exchange for my gift."
Even those are owned by others, thought Snowy. But it wouldn't hurt to let the old hag suck on them. "If you would find value in tasting me, then I would not feel guilty about accepting your gift."
"Then it's a deal," croaked the Queen. Her fingers went to the first ring and found how to release it. Then she repeated the actions with the second one, freeing it also. The rings looked very exotic and erotic on the luscious orbs but the breasts looked even more magnificent in their unadorned state.
"Where would you like me for your taste?" asked Snowy.
"Lie back on the table, dear," replied the Queen. "I want to have a feast."
Snowy did as requested and quickly was lying on her back, looking up at the old hag. The Queen looked down at the girl and ran her hand appreciatively over the silky flesh of the girl from her breasts down to her belly. Then she leaned down and sucked one of the erect nipples into her mouth, letting her tongue bathe it and toy with it.
"Simply delicious!" observed the Queen as she took a break from her suckling. "I must try the other."
She moved to the other side of the table and sucked the second little bud into her mouth. As her tongue and lips and teeth played with the nipple, the Queen slid her hand over the girl's belly to her bald pussy and slipped a finger into the sex which she found already slick with arousal.
"Oh, my!" gasped Snowy as she realized what the old woman was doing. This was not part of the deal. But it did feel nice, she had to admit. And it seemed to mean so much to the poor old hag. So she parted her legs further and let the crone have her fun.
The Queen was loving every minute of this. She would kill the girl but there was no reason not to enjoy the delectable body until then. She stroked her finger in and out of the girl, feeling the youthful vaginal walls clenching and gripping her digit. She raked her teeth over the tender nipple, eliciting a squeal from the girl and then used her finger to strum the sensitive clit.
Snowy's head was spinning at this point. She was lost in a swirling vortex of lust and the combination of the hag's teeth on her nipple and finger on her clit were rushing her toward an inevitable orgasm. Then, far too soon as far as either of them was concerned, Snowy's body tensed. She let out a loud groan and then quivered uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Thank you, dearie," said the Queen as Snowy lay, totally spent, on the table. "That was a wonderful gift that you gave me. That was far more precious than gold or silver."
Snowy just moaned and mumbled incoherently. That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her young life.
"Now let me give you my gift, beautiful child." The Queen reached into her sack and pulled out two ruby-encrusted gold rings. She held them to the girl's lips. "They will highlight your lips and nipples perfectly." Then she held them up for Snowy to see.
"Oh, my!" Snowy gasped. "They are indeed beautiful. But what I gave you is not nearly worthy of them."
"Hush, child," said the Queen. "What you gave me is priceless. And besides, if you keep them and like them and think they have more value, then you can treat me to your breasts again someday."
"I will gladly let you suck on my breasts whenever you come through here."
"It's a deal," said the Queen for the second time. She reached out and fed the first ring through a pierced nipple and then turned the catch, locking it in place. She repeated the action with the second ring and stood back to admire her work.
The rings laid flat on the bountiful breasts and were perfect. Snowy was sleeping at this point, never to awaken again. The poison in the rings would ensure that she would never be able to claim the throne that was rightfully hers.
The Queen leaned down and flickered her tongue over the lifeless girl's clit, savoring the taste, before she let herself out. She walked back through the forest and reached the castle before nightfall.
Chapter 8
Hippy was the first one to arrive home and was frantic. Snowy's body was warm but there was no heartbeat and no breathing. Hippy didn't know what to do.
Thankfully, Busty came in a few minutes later and started CPR on the lifeless body. Hippy felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the twin breasts rising and falling with each breath. But even with CPR, Snowy did not stir.
Doc finally arrived and examined the body. Dopey showed up too and was fiddling with the rings and finally got them out just as Doc was about to pronounce Snowy dead. But miraculously, Snowy's eyelids fluttered open.
"She's alive!" shouted Hippy. "You saved her, Doc."
"I don't think it was anything that I did," said Doc. "I thought she was dead."
They helped Snowy to sit up and gave her water. Then they all sat down and had the girl tell them what she remembered. Snowy told them of her uneventful morning, describing the laundry and cleaning that she had completed. Then she told them of the old crone's visit and the beautiful gifts. She reached up and lifted her breasts to show off her new ruby rings.
"They're gone!" she gasped.
"Do you mean these?" asked Dopey, holding the two rings in the palm of her hand. "I took those off of you."
"Let me see those," said Doc. She examined them closely but could not find anything out of the ordinary.
"Let's put these back on you, girl. I want to see what happens."
Doc moved behind Snowy and reached around, plumping one breast before slipping the ring through the piercing. She locked it in place and then repeated her actions on the second breast. As soon as the second one was locked, Snowy fell into a deep sleep. Doc immediately removed the rings.
"She poisoned you, Snowy," said Doc.
"Who did?" asked a bewildered Snowy.
"The old crone did."
"Awww, why would she do that? She seemed so nice. Spooky but nice."
"Probably for the same reason that the gamekeeper tried to kill you," said Hippy. "She was probably paid by the Queen."
"You shouldn't be so trusting," said Grumpy.
"Yeah," added Chesty. "Don't let people in the house."
"Yes, Mistresses."
The household returned to normal after that. Snowy performed her chores and hunted with Hippy. She serviced her mistresses and received countless orgasms from them in return.
The boy continued to visit several times a week and the Petites always gathered around to watch the coupling. Some of them even helped. Sometimes, one of the Petites would use her mouth to get the boy as hard as possible before he fucked Snowy. Sometimes, one of the Petites would grasp his cock and guide it into their slavegirl's sex. Once, Hippy even squatted down on him, impaling herself on his massive rod instead of using her mouth to get him hard. Once was enough, though. She was too tiny to be able to enjoy his impressive girth and length.
Life at the castle got back to normal also. The taxes and arrests and home burnings continued. The Queen introduced a new indignity on her people, though. She had been so aroused by the beauty of her stepdaughter and so filled with lust as she played with the supple, delicate curves that she decided that she wanted a harem filled with slavegirls of her own. She told her guards to search all of the villages and bring her every beautiful girl and young woman. Soon dozens of young lovelies were kept prisoner in the castle to be abused or tortured or raped for the entertainment of the Queen.