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An erotic retelling of the familiar fairy tale.

Snow White
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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 dog 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 
father 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 
dwarves 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 red 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 dwarves were known for their hard work. There was 
Doc, the de facto leader of the group who handled the dwarves' 
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 thick 
glass. There was Grumpy who was well-named, and was also the 
ugliest of the seven dwarves: 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 dwarves, 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 dwarves 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 
dwarves, and Doc was all too aware of how filthy and untidy the 
dwarves' 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 
dwarves, 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 thick 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. You're 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 
dwarves 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 dwarves 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 dwarves least likely to complain. And there she lay for 
several days while a great fever engulfed her and the dwarves 
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 dwarves had no clothes 
which were nearly big enough for her. He looked at her perky, sharp 
nippled breasts 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 hole 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 
comfortably than smelly damp sheepskins in front of the dying embers 
of the fire. 

As she worked, most of the day by herself whilst the dwarves 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 ‘Sometime My Prince 
Will Come', a traditional tune addressing the longings of many lonely 
women in a country ravaged by war where men 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 breasts and imagine herself 
in the hands of someone like the young men 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 dwarves 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 despite Doc's size was, erect, 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 vagina 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 
dwarves. Although ill-informed and often crude, he had more idea 
than all the other dwarves put together as to how to put a girl at ease 
and how to treat her. The jerks of his pelvis at her vagina 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 vagina 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 
dwarves, 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 
dwarves' 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 na vet  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 girl 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 mother of another freak like one of the seven 
possible fathers.

Her state of pregnancy did not lead to a lessening of the dwarves' 
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 dwarves 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 dwarves 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 dwarves. "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 men 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 
dwarves 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 
dwarves nightly predations on her body.

"Such a beautiful girl!" she sighed sympathetically. "Aren't men 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 men 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 dwarves, 
especially after they had been drinking or smoking. There was none of 
the painful penetration she so rarely enjoyed from the dwarves. 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 dwarves 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 disgustingness 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 dwarves 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 dwarves' cottage, taking her unborn 
child with her, soon to be only a distant and sentimental memory to 
the dwarves, 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 dwarves, 
ransacking their smallholding and stealing all that they could find of 
any value. When the prince left, the charred corpses of the seven 
dwarves behind him, all that was left standing was the crude cross 
which marked where Snow White lay.


For more: http://bradley-stoke.fsn.net/

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