	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 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 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 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 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 thick 
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 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. 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 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 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 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 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 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 dwarfs. Although ill-informed 
and often crude, he had more idea than all the other dwarfs 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 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 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 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 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 
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 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 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.




