Snow White
Snow White was feeling wretched and miserable as she lay naked in the
shadows of the tall forest trees, as well she might after her unexpected
rape at the hands of the forester.
It had seemed such a jolly idea at first when he suggested walking into
the woods with her ostensibly to show her what he did for a living, and the
fact it was sanctioned by her usually unsympathetic stepmother and guardian
made it an especial treat. But then he turned on her, beating her about
the face, pulling off her clothes, and then forcing himself on her. At
first, Snow White had no idea what was happening to her, but it soon became
clear when he pulled down his britches, pulled out his erect penis and
violated her. Whether the rape was to be all that she was to endure she
didn't know, but in the struggle she managed to loosen his grip and ran
deep into the woods.
She had no idea where she was or whether the forester was still running
after her, but the pain she felt from his punches and the stinging, aching
pain between her legs had weakened her so much that after a while all she
could do was collapse onto the bracken, a trail of blood coursing down her
inside thighs. Perhaps she was saved by the torrential rain that started
within minutes of her escape. The forester's would probably have lost
her scent, but it served to make her even more miserable. Her long hair
was thoroughly damp and streaks of rain slid over her pale skin. Yet
another misery in a thoroughly miserable life, which had steadily become
worse since her had died in suspicious circumstances.
Snow White lay in the damp undergrowth for hours, as she gradually
recuperated from her pains. The early morning sun eventually rose in the
sky, and shafts of light penetrated through the canopy of leaves above her,
revealing to anyone passing by, a wretched sight as she lay prostrate on
the ground, hardly conscious but not able to fall fully asleep. Her face
was damp with tears, as much as her hair was damp from the rain and her
body from the early morning dew.
And this is how Snow White was found by the seven dwarfs who lived in a
decrepit cottage in the middle of the forest, not far from the pit shaft
where they worked. Shunned by the world for their freakish appearance,
they had grouped together where they dug coal from beneath the ground and
sold it at the market alongside the metal tools and garden vegetables they
produced. The dwarfs were not a pretty bunch. Their heads were large,
their bodies small, and their limbs short and stubby. They were related to
each other, but not too closely, and the brighter ones still felt
bitterness towards a world that either treated them as objects of fun and
derision or feared them as servants of the devil. This latter reputation
protected them to some extent from those who might otherwise steal from
them, or sell them off to a circus freak show, but it meant that other than
each other they rarely had any human contact at all.
It was Sneezy who saw Snow White. He earned his name from the dust
allergy which was in no way assisted by his labours in the coal mine and
made much of his life a constant misery. He was recovering from another
fit of sneezing, while his six comrades marched ahead, when he caught a
glimpse of Snow White's remarkably pale skin through the trees, where she
was illuminated by the sun breaking through the canopy. He signalled to
the others to be quiet, knowing that it was he who was most likely to break
the silence, and the seven dwarfs gathered around Snow White's body.
She was moaning from pain, a darkening bruise on her cheek and over her
eye, cuts and bruises all over her body, both from the rape and her naked
chase through the dark forest, including a nasty gash on one of her ankles.
Her legs were spread open which meant that for all the dwarfs except the
resourceful Doc, this was the first time any of them had ever seen a
woman's crotch. Snow White looked up at the dwarfs around her, shivering
with fear. She believed that she was about to be attacked by goblins or
trolls who, as legend had it, feasted on the flesh of virgins snatched from
the villages. She had never seen such a deformed or ugly bunch of people.
There was Sneezy, whose nose was constantly and from which usually
trailed a globule of snot. There was Sleepy who had once contracted an
illness which had left him permanently lethargic and for whom all physical
effort was twice as great as it would for anyone else. And the dwarfs were
known for their hard work. There was Doc, the de facto leader of the group
who handled the dwarfs' financial affairs and had negotiated terms with
merchants in the larger towns for some of their goods. He was short
sighted, but had succeeded in manufacturing spectacles which partly
corrected his vision, but meant that he looked especially monstrous behind
the glass. There was Grumpy who was well-named, and was also the
ugliest of the seven dwarfs: one eye lower than the other and his mouth
twisted up to one side. Then there was Happy who was a bit of a practical
joker, but retained his popularity with a good wit and a willingness to
accept as good as he gave. Bashful had a large birthmark on most of his
face, which he was understandably reluctant to let people see. And finally
there was Dopey. In most communities, he would have been considered a
village idiot, if he hadn't died in childhood, but amongst the dwarfs, his
drooping lower lip and blatant mental deficiency were treated with a
sympathy unusual in these harsh unforgiving times.
"Don't eat me! Spare me!" gasped Snow White, too weak to stand up and
make a run for safety.
The dwarfs laughed, not all of them kindly, at the girl's stupidity and
ignorance. Doc, however, could see an advantage to be gained from the
situation, even if he couldn't focus especially well on the physical
manifestation of it. Here was a source of boundless rest and recreation
for him and his comrades, and no doubt a willing worker in the cottage.
Domesticity and home-cooking did not come easily to the dwarfs, and Doc was
all too aware of how filthy and untidy the dwarfs' cottage was. He slapped
Dopey hard on the ear, who was laughing along with the others without
really being sure what was the object of their humour. Perhaps a naked
woman in the woods was inherently amusing in itself.
"Don't laugh at the pretty lady," he commanded. For some of the dwarfs,
this mention of Snow White's prettiness was the first time that it occurred
to them that this find carried some material value. "You can see she's in
distress. Let's take her home with us and care for her." He leaned over to
smile at the girl. "I don't know what you think we are, dear lady, but
we're not ogres or monsters. We are mere artisans who live in the forest,
making a living from our own toil and we don't wish you or anyone else any
harm."
Snow White was reassured by the dwarf's kindness, although he looked so
monstrous behind the lenses of his spectacles, and she gushed forth
in a torrent of tears of gratitude which served both to clean her face and
to make her look more wretched. "Thank you, kind sir. Your generosity and
kindness is surely more than I truly deserve. I have been wrongfully used,
but I am sure that you will not be so monstrous as to treat me so
criminally."
It was not easy getting Snow White back to the cottage, but the dwarfs
had great ingenuity. They fashioned a stretcher from some branches and a
cloth and carried her back on that, but it was not an easy journey back for
the small men. For a start, although they were all of small height and
stature, they were not all the same height. Some of the dwarfs were just
three feet tall, while others were more than four feet in height; not a
huge difference in absolute terms but quite substantial relative to each
other. But after much grumbling and some great effort, she was back at the
cottage, and was laid down on two beds which were given to her, at great
expense to Dopey and Bashful, the two dwarfs least likely to complain.
And there she lay for several days while a great fever engulfed her and
the dwarfs bickered amongst themselves as to why they should even bother
with her.
Eventually, Snow White was lucid enough to see where she was: and a
filthy, dusty place it was too. Doc came to see her while Snow White sat
up in the bed, naked of course, as the dwarfs had no clothes which were
nearly big enough for her. He looked at her perky, sharp nippled with pleasure that he just about managed to disguise. He stood by Snow
White as she turned to him, with a sad look in his face.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" he asked in a gruff but slightly squeaky
voice.
"Much better," Snow White replied with some effort. "You saved my life.
How can I ever repay you?"
For a start you can clean up the cottage, thought Doc, but he was too
tactful to say anything. "We'll see," he said with a smile. "We are hard
working people, and we need as much help as we can. If you are willing,
would you help us keep house and home?"
"Gladly," smiled Snow White who at that stage had no idea what a
formidable task lay in front of her. After all, housework was something
she had become more than a little familiar with after the years spent
skivvying in her stepmother's large rambling house. However, as her full
wits returned to her, she saw just what a mountain she had to climb. She
was not only expected to dust and clean the house, but to maintain the
fire, cut wood, prepare them dinner and sew their clothes. This was more
work than she'd ever done before, and at the end of each day the cottage
became only gradually more presentable than the decrepit it was when
she first arrived.
Moreover, all this work she had to do, however wet, cool or windy it
was, had to be done naked. The dwarfs were not prepared to make her any
clothes and Snow White was in no sense of the word encouraged to do
something which, in any case, she only had the most rudimentary idea of how
to do. And she soon became aware that the dwarfs much preferred her to be
naked, a thrill which she was only beginning to understand. They argued
that they had more than enough work to do in making a bed which was big
enough for her to sleep in, so that Bashful and Dopey could sleep on
something more comfortable than smelly damp sheepskins in front of the
dying embers of the fire.
As she worked, most of the day by herself whilst the dwarfs laboured
down the pit, she took pleasure from singing to herself while birds hovered
around in the garden and mice scurried across the floor. She knew very few
songs, but those she did afforded her immense pleasure. One song she
particularly liked was 'Some Day My Prince Will Come', a traditional tune
addressing the longings of many lonely women in a country ravaged by war
where were frequently in short supply.
She would sometimes pause with the brush in her hand and think of some
dashing prince who would one day come by, recognise her beauty and take her
away to another place. She would look at her skinny frame, the dark hairs
of her crotch against her snowy white skin, her thin legs and perky and imagine herself in the hands of someone like the she
occasionally saw when she was at her stepmother's house.
However, no prince came by to sweep her off her feet or to enjoy her
body close to his. Instead, Snow White came to know what else her
gratitude to the dwarfs entailed. Doc was a subtle man, but he knew how to
achieve his end. He reminded Snow White that she was no virgin and
appraised her of the need to boost the morale of his comrades. And then he
taught her what was expected of her, revealing a penis which erect, despite
Doc's size, was much the same dimensions as the forester's, the only other
penis she had ever seen.
"Relax! It's only natural. And it is every girl's duty, as surely as
it is to keep the cottage clean and to prepare us our dinners."
And Snow White had no reason to disbelieve him, as she took his strange
smelling organ into her mouth and jerked it up and down as Doc advised her.
And then, when it was as erect as it could be, the dwarf gasping and
grunting with excitement, she allowed it to be taken into her vagina, a
place until now only associated with the release of urination, the pain of
monthly periods and the shame of her rape. Although Doc was the most
practised of the dwarfs at lovemaking, he was not an expert. He knelt
between her much longer legs, supporting himself on her upper thighs, as he
thrust back and forth, a sensation Snow White tolerated but was not
enjoying in the slightest. The pain was quite acute as it pushed into
flesh that hadn't fully recovered from its recent violation.
And Doc, of course, was not the only dwarf to penetrate her, although he
was probably her most frequent lover. All the dwarfs took turns with her,
and, frequently, more than one would be enjoying her naked body, happily
fed on the food she'd prepared, wearing the jerkins she had repaired,
pushing into her with penises of seven different sizes and
personalities. Although Doc was slightly rough and crude, often taking his
pleasure in Snow White's anus as well as her vagina, an entry initially
tight and painful, he was probably the least bad of the dwarfs. Although
ill-informed and often crude, he had more idea than all the other dwarfs
put together as to how to put a at ease and how to treat her. The
jerks of his pelvis at her may have been mechanical and predictable,
but at least he didn't slap her or slobber over her. After a while, Snow
White was able to tell that it was him who was fucking her, even though she
might have been distracted by another penis in her mouth or even another
one pushing into her arse at the same time: quite a feat for such small
people!
Sneezy was always rather brief and spasmodic: rather quickly loosing his
weight of semen into her while he was engulfed in a storm of
sneezes. But Snow White preferred him fucking her, than running his tongue
over her body, inevitably leaving a trail of snot and mucus wherever he had
been. Just one of the many traces of sex and slobbery that Snow White
would soon have to sponge off with icy cold water in the wooden basin.
Sleepy was unenergetic, but sometimes succumbed to exhaustion in the middle
of his exertions, his small frame collapsing onto her breasts, a thin trail
of drool coming from his mouth. Happy lived up to his name: his penis was
the largest of the dwarfs, an attribute which made him inordinately happy.
It was painful enough when he fucked her vagina, but when he forced it down
her throat or up her arse, this was often pain she could barely endure.
These were the dwarfs she minded least. Of the others, she wasn't sure
whose lovemaking she disliked the most. Was it Bashful with his hideous
birthmark that he insisted she lick with her tongue? Was it Grumpy, who
was bad-tempered and impatient with her, frequently slapping her as he
grunted away with his small penis trying to gain presence inside her
orifices, his favourite of which being inevitably her anus? Or was it
Dopey, from whose lip always dribbled a long drool of saliva, who fucked
like an animal: viciously, unremittingly and eventually with an unpleasant
release of semen which sometimes got her on the face, and in her eyes, and
only rarely anywhere between her legs?
And she never knew when the dwarfs would be finished. With so many of
them, however exhausted she might be after hours of fucking there was
always at least one who still had reservoirs of energy and semen to work
out on her. The nights would go on for too long, her sleep caught in
snatches between spasms of lovemaking, sometimes when blissful repose had
finally come on her, and then another prick in her face or her arse. Her
orifices were constantly sore and bruised and there was always a nasty
bitter and sour taste in her mouth.
Her relief when the dwarfs left to work in the early morning sunlight
was compromised by the thought of the exhausting tasks she had in front of
her. Washing up the dishes from the night before, preparing meals,
chopping wood, gathering vegetables and mushrooms from the dwarfs' garden
plot, skinning rabbits and pheasants and occasionally boar, and, if there
was time, dusting, cleaning and scrubbing the cottage. Often she was on
her hands and knees, with a damp cold cloth and sweat pouring off her brow,
her only comfort being her singing.
And worse was to come. She'd noticed that she was no longer having
monthly periods, but in her naïveté she assumed that with so much sperm
inside her it had simply blocked up her system, although she was still able
to shit and piss, which she always did outside naked in the rain and snow
where her ordure could be used as fertiliser for the plot, the laying of
which she never relished. But then there was the swelling in her stomach
which she knew for sure meant that she was pregnant.
It was Doc who had to inform her how this had happened. Snow White was
terribly innocent of the causes of pregnancy assuming that a needed
the happy grace of marriage for this blessing of God's creation to be
bestowed on her. When she learnt about the link between her nightly
indignities and her changed condition this made her somewhat bitter about
it, frightened that she would soon be the of another freak like one
of the seven possible fathers.
Her state of pregnancy did not lead to a lessening of the dwarfs'
predation on her body. They didn't mind the swell of her stomach or the
growing heaviness of her breasts. Indeed they frequently put their mouths
to her large sore nipples in the hope that they would have a drink of the
milk that would surely soon be emanating from them. And it only made her
labours in the cottage harder to bear. The weight of logs and the heat of
the kitchen fire became more painful burdens than ever for her to endure.
As more months were added to her pregnancy, Snow White became ever more
desperate for a reprieve from her life of sex and servitude. She was
miserable when she looked after the house, the added weight of her unborn
child making her labours increasingly onerous. She was miserable when the
dwarfs came home, their rapacious sexual appetite not lessening while her
own was diminishing yet further with the burden and discomfort of her
gravidity. But every day as she pushed her broom, she would look out at
the Spring sky, the birds frolicking in the warm rays of the sun, and sing
to herself longingly that one day her prince would come.
However, the only visitor Snow White ever had since her first days at
the cottage was a woman in her late forties wrapped in a black shawl,
carrying a wicker basket in which there were several apples and pears. The
dwarfs were at the pit, and Snow White, naked as always, was pushing her
broom across the uneven rocky floor.
The woman put her head through the window, the shutters having been
parted, and yelled across to Snow White "Would you like to buy some of my
fruit, dear?"
Snow White looked up from the floor where her broom had been sweeping
and smiled. The woman's voice was such a welcome sound after all these
months. A trilling soprano sound, in such contrast to the gruff alto
tenors of the seven dwarfs.
"I'd love to," she said, "but I have no money."
"Nor any clothes, I see," sniffed the middle-aged woman. "And this the
first cottage I've come across in this accursed wood for many a mile.
Would you be so kind as to let me rest my weary limbs before I go on my
way?"
"Of course, I will," eagerly cried Snow White, unlatching the door and
letting the woman in. She shuffled in, pushing back her hood to reveal a
handsome chin and face, with long greying hair, a proud arch to her
slightly ragged neck and the smallest trace of a wart below the curve of
her lower lip. After seeing only small ugly for so many months, just
the presence of another woman was striking enough. But overwhelming
everything else were the woman's piercing dark eyes which ever so slightly
reminded Snow White of her stepmother. The woman sat down on a wooden
stool, and placed her basket on her knees.
"My! You're a pretty girl!" she said approvingly.
"Thank you," smiled Snow White who got fewer such praises from the
dwarfs in recent months.
The woman studied the cottage, the small beds and small scale furniture
and asked Snow White about her living arrangements, smiling sympathetically
as Snow White spoke, nodding her head in encouragement and letting the
tenor of her questions become increasingly personal. She was particularly
interested in Snow White's account of why she was not allowed to wear
clothes and of the dwarfs nightly predations on her body.
"Such a beautiful girl!" she sighed sympathetically. "Aren't cruel?"
"But they saved my life in the woods," protested Snow White. "Were it
not for them, I might have been eaten by a wolf or a bear."
"Indeed you might," smiled the woman. "And the little abandon you
all day in the cottage. When do they return?"
"Not 'til after dusk."
"Is that so?" the woman said. "That is so many hours away. And it is
such a warm day. I'm stifled by my shawl."
"Why not take it off?" suggested Snow White helpfully.
"Indeed I shall," smiled the woman, parting her shawl at the front and
letting it drop to the ground. As it did so, it revealed a fine handsome
naked body underneath, with skin as ivory white as Snow White's own. Her
breasts were heavy, but with maturity rather than micturation. Her stomach
bulged slightly around her navel and her arms and legs were muscled and
taut.
She stood up and grinned at the startled Snow White. "It isn't right
that you should know only the attentions of despicable little men, who
daily rape and besmirch you. What you need are the attentions of a woman."
"But that can't be right!" gasped the innocent Snow White, who in her
life had never thought of such a thing.
"It is the most right thing in the world," the woman assured Snow White,
striding over to the gravid girl, placing her hands around her shoulders
and pushing her face close to Snow White's. "And for the pleasure it would
give me to show that this is so, I shall gladly give you all my fruit."
Snow White looked at the apples and pears with greedy eyes. Although it
was many months since they must have fallen off the Autumn trees, they
looked succulent and firm. Her increased hunger, growing in direct
proportion to her waist line, got the better of her reservations.
"I would gladly find out if what you say is true," she said with a timid
smile.
The woman smiled again and pressed her lips and tongue against Snow
White's mouth. And so Snow White did find that there was such a thing as a
love which was more tender and to her more satisfying than any she'd had
before. The feel of the woman's bare flesh against her own, the fingers
that stroked and squeezed her vagina, the tender kisses and caresses on her
face, her neck, her stomach and her lactating breasts. The two women fell
onto the coarse semen-stained linen sheets of Snow White's bed, hands and
arms and legs and feet intertwined, as their bodies sweated and struggled
against each other, Snow White enjoying the sweet taste of her new lover's
mouth, so much better than the foul odours that came from the dwarfs,
especially after they had been drinking or smoking. There was none of the
painful penetration she so rarely enjoyed from the dwarfs. Her anus was
licked, and not poked. The two women's hair tangled together in sweaty
dampness and intimate contact.
And then the two lay down on the mattress, while Snow White glanced
guiltily at the abandoned broom, the unmade fire and the empty coal
scupper. The woman gently ran her fingers over Snow White's sweaty body,
following the taut curves of her stomach and the protrusion of her navel.
She tenderly kissed Snow White on the forehead and above each eye.
"So this has been your first time with another woman," she commented.
"Let's hope it isn't your last."
Eventually, and with great sadness and tenderness, the woman put her
shawl back on, and departed, leaving Snow White, as promised, with all her
fruit. Snow White sat on her bed, lost in emotion and confusion, idly
eating the fruit, wondering whether in a perverse way the woman had been
the prince that she'd so often wished would come along.
Unfortunately, the fruit was very much off-season, and only crude
preservatives had kept them looking so fresh and wholesome. They also
turned out to be quite poisonous, but Snow White was so lost in her
thoughts and so ravenous in her hunger, that she didn't heed the warning
signs from the foulness of their taste. It was not much later that she
wished she had.
When the dwarfs returned, after wading through the vicious storm which
had broken out in the forest, they were tired and weary from their day's
work and looking forward to their evening meal. They found no food waiting
for them and instead discovered Snow White doubled up on her bed, shrieking
in agony as the poison in the fruit took hold. In front of her was clear,
foul-smelling vomit, but this was as nothing in toxicity and foulness as
the stream of blood-flecked diarrhoea which was periodically convulsing out
of her arse and mingling with the semen stains and sweat on her sheets.
The dwarfs had absolutely no idea what to do, and it is likely that
their unprofessional attempts at medicine and first aid merely added to the
pain and distress that accompanied Snow White's last few days. She was
soon buried outside the dwarfs' cottage, taking her unborn child with her,
soon to be only a distant and sentimental memory to the dwarfs, whose
cottage was even sooner restored to the untidiness and squalor it had been
before they had met Snow White.
When finally a prince did come by, it was too late for Snow White, but
it was probably just as well. It was only as a result of the various wars
that wracked the lands that any prince would ever venture this far into the
woods and then only for rapine and pillage. Which is what he and his
soldiers did, burning the cottage, murdering the dwarfs, ransacking their
smallholding and stealing all that they could find of any value. When the
prince left, the charred corpses of the seven dwarfs behind him, all that
was left standing was the crude cross which marked where Snow White lay.
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