"You can do what you wish to do."
At long last, there was no threat. The throne was hers! She would throw a party and have her harem girls entertain the guests. Everyone would be so grateful at being able to fuck the beautiful young women that she had collected that they would all be indebted to her.
Doc was the first one home this time and pronounced Snowy dead within minutes of finding her. There was nothing she could do. When Busty got home, the two of them cut her down from the frame and carried her to a bed. Snowy did not have a bed of her own since her job each night was to keep a Petite warm, so Doc offered her bed. They decided not to wrap the corpse just yet so that the others could pay their respects.
The house was an ocean of tears and a chorus of sobs that night. Each Petite wailed when she heard the news. And then they prepared to pay their final respects.
Most of them brought flowers. One of them spread rose petals across the bed and sprinkled them over the still body. Dopey brought a new nipple ring she had been working on. She had only finished one, however. Again, it was a heavy gold ring. Suspended inside of this one by fine gold wires was the royal coat of arms. She laid it on Snowy's belly.
Hippy brought Snowy's bow and quiver and laid them against the foot of the bed. She also brought the deer skin outfit that she had finished the night before and planned on giving to Snowy tonight. She laid it on the bed beside her fallen slave and friend.
The bedroom quickly looked like a shrine.
The boy showed up in the evening, ready for his latest fuck with the girl he had grown to love. He shrieked at the news of her death and wailed nonstop for almost an hour. Finally, his sobs died down.
"May I see her?" he asked tearfully.
"You may, Alfred," replied Hippy. The seven women went with him to where Snowy laid. He started sobbing again but regained his composure. He leaned over and kissed her red lips. Then he kissed the upper swells of her luscious breasts.
"I still can't believe she's gone," he said. "May I be with her one last time?"
"I don't know if that's a good idea," replied Hippy. She glanced at Doc for confirmation but Doc just nodded.
"It can be his going away gift," said Doc.
Alfred slowly shed his clothes. There was none of the rushing that characterized his earlier lovemaking with this woman. This was to be the last and he had no desire to hurry things along. Finally, he was naked. He climbed on top of her and Sleazy gripped his cock, guiding it to Snowy's sex.
"She can't be dead," he said as he sliced into the still body. "She's wet."
"She's always wet," replied Chesty. "She was remarkable that way."
He slowly pumped in and out of the lifeless woman and then he wailed again. Then, he thrust deep and hard in anger and caused her whole body to jerk. The thrust had caused air to expel from her lungs, dislodging the piece of apple that had been caught there earlier in the day.
Snowy sputtered and slowly opened her eyes. Doc's eyes opened wide in surprise at what she saw. This girl was dead. But now she wasn't!
"Hello my prince," smiled Snowy as she saw Alfred over her and felt his cock comfortably filling her sex.
"Hello my princess," replied Alfred. He leaned down and kissed her.
Chapter 10
"But I want her as a slavegirl," said Chesty. "She's a valuable asset."
"That's my point," replied an increasingly frustrated Hippy. "We all WANT her as a slavegirl. But the country NEEDS her as the Queen. We can't sit around and let this impostor wreck our country and keep trying to kill our girl."
They debated into the wee hours of the morning as Alfred and Snowy fucked like there was no tomorrow. In the end, they agreed upon a plan.
"Snowy," said Hippy as the girl knelt at her feet the next day. The tiny girl held the larger girl's heavy breasts in her hands and leaned forward, kissing Snowy on the forehead. "It's time for you to become our Queen."
Snowy gasped and pulled back in surprise. "What?!?!?!?!?" she sputtered. "I'm a slave. How can I be your Queen?"
Hippy was patient. She leaned forward and gathered the full breasts in her hands again, letting her fingers roam back and forth on the silky flesh because she knew that this could be the last time she got to enjoy her girl.
"I know that this comes as a surprise to you. And I hope that you know that we all dearly want to keep you as our property. But your country needs you. You must take your rightful place on the throne."
The seven of them had kept the news of the Queen's reign of terror away from Snowy. They did not want to sadden or worry the girl. But now it was time for her to hear what was happening to her kingdom. They told her everything they knew.
"What would your father think?" asked Doc.
"He would be saddened greatly," said Snowy in a quiet voice. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Hippy gave the plump breasts a squeeze. "So that is why tomorrow you will become our Queen."
"What will become of us?" asked Snowy.
All seven of the Petites were speechless. They did not realize that the seven of them fit in any way as an "us" that Snowy could think of. It was Sleazy who spoke next.
"Us will always be here. Tomorrow you become the Queen. Then it is up to you to determine what happens to us."
Snowy finally acknowledged that she was the legitimate heir to the throne. They talked about their plan. They gave Alfred his assignment. Several of them went as runners to the villages to enlist their support. All through the day and night and throughout the next day, the plan was set in motion.
It was the night of the huge celebration. Only the Queen knew that the celebration was in honor of the disposal of the only one who could contest the throne. The rest of the people just thought it was a party.
Men were fucking the harem girls. One girl was being fucked by a dog in the middle of a huge banquet table. Girls were being sodomized. Girls were servicing women against their will. It was just a huge orgiastic spectacle. And the Queen was loving every moment of it. Everyone present would be eternally grateful for being invited to this gala event and everyone would be in her debt.
Suddenly, the doors to the banquet hall burst open and seven tiny huntresses strode in. Each of them wore deer skin outfits that left one breast exposed. And each of them carried her bow at the ready. They formed an arc as they fanned out.
Citizens poured in behind them, filling the semicircle that they had formed. The huntresses had told them not to go beyond them. They would be the first line of defense. Some of the citizens carried guns. Most only had pitch forks or axes.
"What is going on here?" screeched the Queen. "Guards, arrest them!!!"
The guards turned toward the intrusive newcomers and advanced.
"Lords and ladies," shouted Hippy. "Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I present to you your Queen."
On cue, Snowy walked through the door and the crowd of citizens parted to let her move forward. She advanced until she stood beside Hippy, towering over the diminutive woman. Alfred was right behind them.
Snowy looked awesome. She wore the same deerskin outfit that had somehow become the unofficial uniform of the Petites. One breast was exposed and the new ring with the royal coat of arms dangled from the nipple. The ring with the spider web that symbolized Snowy and the Seven Petites hung from the other nipple but it was concealed by the sash.
She carried a bow, like the huntresses did but hers was slung across her back. Her hair had been teased out by Dopey earlier in the day so that it looked like a wild mane. She stood there proudly before the gathered crowd. She was a huntress. She was a warrior Queen.