Busty and Grumpy sat on the bed and reached out to let their fingers strum the little clit, sending unwanted thrills through the girl's body. Snowy felt like some sort of lewd porn star performing for her audience. But she had to admit that it felt good to have a real live cock inside of her.
She climaxed at the indecent scene and then climaxed again. Two Petites started licking and nibbling on the boy's nipples until he finally climaxed. Busty and Grumpy coaxed a final orgasm out of their girl before she finally passed out again.
They lifted their slave off of the boy after she had achieved orgasms twenty, twenty one and twenty two of the day. They untied the boy and Hippy led him back into the wilderness to deliver him back to his family.
"What if she gets pregnant from that?" asked Chesty after the seven Petites were back together at the end of the night.
"Then we'll name the baby Snowflake," smiled Dopey.
Chapter 7
The boy became a regular visitor after that. During the initial encounter, he had recognized the voice of someone from the clinic where he frequently took his grandmother. It had been easy, once he figured out who the voice belonged to, to follow Busty home one night.
He confronted the Petites one night. In exchange for his silence about the beautiful slave, he wanted unlimited access to the slavegirl who had felt so exquisite molded around his cock. He promised he would not tell a soul. He just wanted to enjoy the divine creature.
Hippy had wanted to kill the boy to ensure his silence. But the cooler heads of the other Petites prevailed and a deal was struck. The boy could fuck Snowy whenever he liked but it had to take place in the home of the Petites and under their supervision.
Over time, he realized that he was fucking the princess but he stayed true to his word and never told a soul. He was enjoying depositing his seed in the royal pussy too much to risk letting anyone know.
News of the king's death arrived one day and it was a harsh blow to the Petites. Surprisingly, Snowy took it better than anyone. She dearly loved her father but he was part of her former life. She had already accepted her new life as a slave.
Several months after the king's death, things started to change in the country. The first thing that changed was the new Queen's treatment of the population. Taxes were raised. People were arrested indiscriminately. Houses were burned. She was turning out to be a cruel, cruel dictator.
The second thing that happened was the Queen's discovery that her stepdaughter was still alive. A huntsman reported seeing two women hunting in the forest. One was a half-naked tiny blonde woman. The other was a tall, naked, black-haired woman with milky white flesh, ruby red lips, and large, beautiful breasts. The tall woman was described as being unbelievably gorgeous.. The Queen knew immediately that Princess Caroline was alive.
She summoned the gamekeeper and interrogated him until he confessed what had happened. He truly did think that she was dead but he had not killed her as he had been ordered to do and as he had reported.
"Hang him by the balls!" the Queen commanded. Two men dragged the pleading gamekeeper to the courtyard where they stripped him naked. A rope was tied tightly around his balls and he was hoisted into the air, dangling upside down. But scrotums are not designed to support weight. After only a minute, the sac burst and the balls popped free. The gamekeeper fell to the ground, howling in agony.
"Hang him by his cock!" shouted the Queen. Again, the rope was bound around the indicated body part and the gamekeeper was hoisted back into the air, shrieking wildly.
But penises are not designed to carry weight either. It took a bit longer but, within minutes, the cock was severed from the man's body and he fell back to the ground. Blood was flowing freely at this point.
"Hang him by his tits!" shouted the Queen. The two men looked at each other in confusion for a moment but then one of them had an idea. He reached into a box and pulled out two metal meat hooks. They sank the hooks into the flesh of the gamekeeper's chest and then raised him into the air again. One hook tore out immediately, leaving a bloody, jagged hole. But the second one held. The gamekeeper was left hanging in the air until he finally died from loss of blood.
"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," muttered the Queen to herself after watching the last of the gamekeeper's life slipping away from him. She went to her rooms and started preparing for her murderous mission. She painted her face to disguise herself as an old woman and found an ugly wig and equally ugly clothes. Then she headed into the forest, hunched over to make her appear even older.
Snowy answered the door when she heard the knock. Even though she had earned the trust of the Petites by now, they still kept her bound in some way when she was alone. Today, her ankle was shackled but the long chain allowed her access to most of the house.
The queen sucked in her breath as Snowy came into view. She knew her stepdaughter was gorgeous but she had never seen her naked before. It had always been her face and figure that defined her. But seeing her nudity, the Queen was struck by how breathtakingly beautiful Princess Caroline really was.
"My, my, aren't you a beauty?" croaked the Queen, disguising her voice. "I must have disturbed your bath, dearie. You're all naked."
"Thank you, old crone," said Snowy. "But no, you did not disturb my bath. I usually stay naked. Usually there is nobody in the forest to see me."
"And you have a chain attached to your leg," the Queen observed. "Are you a prisoner of some sort?"
The Queen was having second thoughts at this point. If the princess had been captured and was now a slave, she was unlikely to ever be able to claim the throne. Maybe she could live in slavery.
Snowy was confused about how to answer. Perhaps this was a way for her to finally escape. But something about the old hag seemed wrong. For some reason, she did not trust the visitor.
"It's just a bondage game that we play," she replied. "It's very exciting."
The Queen sighed. The girl would have to die after all. She thought about the items she had brought and determined which ones she would use. Then she reached out and placed her hands beneath the girl's breasts, lifting them with splayed fingers.
"These are lovely," remarked the Queen. Indeed they were. They were full and firm and heavy. They were exactly the kinds of breasts she would want her slave to have. Steal the girl? Or kill her?
"Thank you again, old crone," smiled Snowy as she looked down and saw the woman claiming her breasts. "They were made by one of my housemates." She thought the old crone was talking about her jewelry instead of the luscious breasts that bore them. She was wearing the hoops with the spider web design today. But the old woman had been referring to the magnificent orbs that overflowed her hands.
"I have some jewelry that would look stunning on these," the woman said as her thumbs softly stroked the silky swells of the breasts. "They are very expensive so I have not been able to find a buyer. I will give them to you. Your fine breasts will be the best advertisement I could hope for."
"That is too kind of you," replied Snowy. "But I could not live with myself, knowing that I had accepted such a fine gift without giving anything in return." She looked down again and watched as the thumbs brushed over her flesh and was surprised at the little thrills of arousal that rushed through her body.