The Erotic Adventure's of Snow White 
By DemonBound

Prologue and Chapter 1 (voy, oral, fist, MF, MF-tit fuck, Fmf, M+F, FF) 

Warning:  This story is intended for adults, if you aren't, don't read it. It also isn't for you if 
you are offended by sex, since it deliberately contains every sex act I can think of, though 
I'm sure I missed a few. It contains lesbian and homosexual and straight sex, incest, 
bondage, torture, bestiality, rape, oral and anal intercourse, at least one scene with a 
golden shower, and sex with characters that would be considered underage if they really 
existed and lived in our society. I left out snuff and scat sex, since I personally find those 
distasteful (oops, I forgot, there is one scene where one person gets killed, but it isn't the 
point of the scene), I probably missed some fetishes, and I rushed through any male to male 
sex scenes, since I find those not erotic and a little off putting, but there you have it.  This 
book isn't for the young, the weak of heart or stomach, so-called fundamentalists, or for 
those who can't tell reality from make believe.  Family values are pretty much completely 
lacking here. I don't really care about the laws, but I don't want anyone to be damaged.  So 
if you can be damaged by reading this book, don't.  If you read it, understand that the 
consequences are your own, chosen by you, borne by you.

Explanation:  This story is not really erotica, it is porn-rotica.  It is intentionally as 
explicit, graphic, and down in the muck pornographic as I could make it.  I wrote about 
things that disturb even me.  I didn't do it for money, since I don't expect to ever make a 
dime off of it.  I didn't do it for fame, since I am using an alias and never intend to tell 
anyone who really wrote it.  I did it because I realized I had a dark side, or at least a highly 
sexual side, that was aroused by some things my conscious mind initially wanted to deny.  
Many of these things are rightly seen as wrong, hurtful, even sinful, if your beliefs run that 
way.  Rape, incest, pedophilia, bestiality, as well as simple things like group sex, facial 
cum shots, anal sex, golden showers, lesbian sex, even male homosexual sex, are all darkly 
attractive to me. (and yes, I know I said that I found homosexual sex distasteful, I never 
said I was consistent, deal with it) I came to realize that by trying to suppress them, to push 
them down into the murky depths of my subconscious mind, I was giving them power over 
me.  So instead, I started writing stories like this.

I like to think that these stories help me keep my dark side in check.  I've never acted out 
these dark fantasies in the real world, and I never will.  But in stories the mind can fool 
itself, at least fool that primitive bestial self that is attracted to such things, and at the same 
time no real people are hurt.  Rape in the real world is often devastating to the victim, 
practicing pedophiles deserve the quick prison deaths many of them get, incest is probably 
as devastating as rape, and bestiality is at best distasteful to most, and probably cruel to 
animals as well.  Most sex is absurd on the face of it anyway.  But in fiction no real person 
is harmed or humiliated, no actual being is tormented or tortured, and as such, fiction is the 
perfect way allow your dark side expression.  So in the interest of self knowledge and self 
control, the part of me that I call DemonBound came to be born, existing to show you the 
reader and me the writer exactly what is in that shadowy realm in the dark corner of my 
soul.  Besides, I think my words make pretty good stroking material.  

This isn't art, it's sex, and even if it is just words, it's every bit as messy as sex always is, 
just inside your head to save on cleaning costs.  I hope that even if you find this shocking, 
offensive, or crude, you also find it interesting and hopefully arousing. Read on.

begin story section

Prologue

<<Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like 
feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was 
made of black ebony.  And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window
at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon 
the snow.  And she thought to herself, would that I had a child as white as snow, as red 
as blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame. 
- Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs>>

Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, with flakes of snow falling outside, a Queen 
leaned on the snowy sill of an ebony framed window that looked out on the nearby Dark 
Forest. But the Queen took little notice of  the scenery, for she could only concentrate on 
the long prick probing deep into her burning pussy. She stood naked, leaning forward 
against the window sill in the stone wall of the castle,  her full breasts brushing against the 
window frame with each thrust. A delicious pain filled her as the long tool probed the very 
depths of her womb, a pain mixed with pleasure, for the prick was by far the longest she'd 
ever enjoyed.

"That's right, fuck the slut well, huntsman, and I shall reward you well." The King slowly 
stroked his own lesser tool as he watched his wife rutting with the young man who was his 
huntsman. "I shall give you a pearl for every drop of your cum that drips from the whore's  
well used cunt when you are done."

"Yes...your majesty...it shall be as you command." said the panting huntsman.
 
The huntsman thought that he might well be the richest man on earth if the king kept his oath, 
for the silky pink pussy milking skillfully at his cock felt like it would draw forth an ocean 
of cum from his heavy balls. He smiled as he rocked forward to push deep into the Queen's 
cunt, amused by the image of the Queen's love tunnel filled with pearls shot there by his 
cock.

It wasn't every day that a huntsman was able to thrust his weapon between the lips of a 
royal quim, though this quim had more visitors than most. In fact, he had heard that all of 
the Queens orifices had regular visitors. Not to mention her hands, cleavage, and the valley 
between her bottom cheeks

Some said that the Queen had unnatural tastes that the King helped her fulfill out of love. 
Others said that it was the King to blame, that his middle-aged tool wasn't up to satisfying 
his young Queen, and so used other men to live up to his husbandly duties.  But whatever 
the reason, the King's Guard had the lowest pay and the highest moral of any army within a 
dozen kingdoms.

And if the huntsman were to say anything, it would be that he counted himself a luck man, 
and hoped his luck in the future extended to her mouth and well lubricated asshole as well. 
He thrust in again, drawing a gasp from the Queen, thinking more of the pearls he was 
about to give the Queen more than those he would get from the king.

As the thrust filled her needy love tunnel, the Queen gasped, sucking in the cold air that 
blew in from the open window. She could see, down below the castle, one of the peasants, 
in a small yard outside his hut. He had been mending a fowling net outside when he had 
noticed her full white breasts in the ebon framed castle window.  He had called out his 
plump  peasant wife, who was peeling potatoes for the family dinner,  and pointed out to 
her the Queen's breasts. Then, grinning, he'd pushed on his wife's shoulders until she knelt 
before him.  A handy butter churn provided a white mass of new butter that he pushed 
between her breasts after pushing down her peasant blouse.  The woman's plump face was 
as excited to be a surrogate for the Queen as the peasant was excited by the idea of fucking 
the Queen's lily white breasts. The Queen gasped again at the idea of the stout peasant cock 
gliding between her globes. She could almost feel it, as the peasant had his wife push her 
large but flabby breasts together, and then pushed his dick into the buttery valley thus 
formed. She cupped her breasts together, in imitation of the peasant wife and in offering to 
her low-born wish-to-be lover. He grinned and waved, and his fat wife licked at his 
buttery cock, protruding between her heaving teats

The Queen rocked back and forth, her pendulous breasts scrapping against the sill, her 
nipples brushing the snow now and then, her pussy swallowing the huntsman's long yard 
with every cycle.  
She had little understanding of the pleasures she had learned to enjoy under her husband's 
tutelage, though they were no less powerful for that.  At first his vigorous cock had been 
more than enough for the shy, church trained princess who married the much older King. 
But as time went on, he came to her less and less often, and she found that she was left with 
an itch inside her that even her clever fingers could not completely scratch.  In despair and 
shame, she had started making love to some of the young pages, secretly but to the great 
delight of the pages. She became a tireless source of boyish delight as she initiated virgin 
lad after virgin lad to the pleasures of the flesh. The King eventually complained that his 
favorite pages suddenly seemed to be always tired
.  
Then one day he had  found her with a young page's six inch cock firmly scratching the itch 
deep in her throat.  She almost drowned as the young page suddenly froze and 
simultaneously came in great gouts down her throat. The cum had spilled from between her 
overstrained lips, down her chin, onto her heavy white globes, and over the bunched 
material of the pink satin bodice which had been pushed down so that young page cock 
could touch sensitive royal nipples and range freely between royal bosoms.

The king had become very angry, calling her slut and whore...but his cock became hard for 
the first time in many weeks.  "I thought you a Queen but you are no more than a tavern slut 
drinking cum for coppers," the King raged, "If this is what you love then this is what you 
shall have."  The king slapped the page and ordered him to send in the first maid he met, 
and to tell no-one.

Soon a young girl came in , smudged with dust and dirt, shy and afraid, especially as she 
saw the Queen on her knees and with her breasts bared.  Her eyes had widened as the sight 
of the white pearls on the Queen's chin.  "Clean up my slut of a wife," ordered the angry 
king.  The girl started toward the Queen with a dust rag in her hand. "Not like that, you 
worthless idiot, she is still the Queen and no rag must touch her, you must lick her clean, 
for only your tongue is clean enough to do the job."  The girl trembled, but the King was 
her lord and she could not refuse.

As she was being well filled by the huntsman, the Queen remembered again the humiliation 
she had felt at the touch of the young girl's tongue on her hard nipples.  But she also 
remembered the glow that that tongue had built as it licked along the slopes of her heaving 
breasts, her slim throat, and finally her red lips, until the glow exploded into an intense 
orgasm that had left her swooning. And then again, as the king had followed the page's 
example and sent his seed to follow the first load.  The maid had cleaned up again, both her 
mistress and the kings royal tool. From that time on, the Queen was content to suffer the 
humiliation's the king heaped upon her in matters sexual, in exchange for his evident 
happiness, and her own, in all other matters.

The huntsman was only the latest in a long list of men and women who had tasted the 
Queens charms, and she even occasionally still made love to her husband.  But mostly he 
enjoyed his humiliation game with his young bride, as often as not his seed found the floor 
instead of her glowing body. As it did this time, when the king, overexcited, suddenly sent 
a few drops leaping to the stone below him.

"Fuck her, huntsman...cum deep inside her!" The King continued to watch eagerly.

The huntsman rushed to obey, roughly banging against the depths of the Queens womb. She 
grunted as she was roughly shoved forward, pain, humiliation, and pleasure surging through 
her at the feel of the raging cock inside her.  On a particularly strong thrust, a splinter from 
the ebony wood of the window sill pierced the pink nipple of her right breast. She cried 
out as three drops of her blood stained the snow just outside the window.  She thought it the 
most beautiful thing in the world, as if a drop of her essence floated in a sea of soft cum, 
contrasting with the black of the sill.  As the huntsman spurted his seed deep within her, the 
Queen came, and as she came she wished that the seed might bring her a child as beautiful 
as the three drops of blood against the white of the snow and the black window sill; a child 
with Raven hair, ruby lips and skin white as snow.

Outside the castle, the peasant saw the Queens face spasm in pleasure. She leaned 
exhausted for a time in the sill, and then she withdrew.  That was all right with him, his 
hard cock was already softening after it's buttery gift to his wife's chin and throat. "Up 
woman, the Smith and his wife come to dinner tonight, you must give them something 
special for their rolls this night," said the grinning peasant.  His wife smiled, and 
obediently wiped the slightly used butter from her breasts with the creamy addition mixed 
in, and returned it playfully to the butter churn. Said she, "We shall have little seeds for the 
rolls this night, and Smith's Annie has often told me she liked the taste of your tool's gift." 
With a grin the peasant went back to his mending, and the wife to her peeling, a pleasant 
start to a night of earthy pleasure.

<<Some months later the Queen bore a child, a little daughter, who was as white as 
snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony, and she was therefore 
called little snow-white.  And when the child was born, the Queen died.
- Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs>>


Nine months later, the Queen gave birth to a little girl with skin as white as snow, lips as 
red as rubies, and hair dark as a raven's wing.  But the Queen, dissipated by her pleasures 
right up until the ninth month, died of the strain of child birth. She was mourned by the 
whole kingdom, though some wives secretly sighed relief, but the king's guard wore black 
arm bands for a year.

The little girl was called Snow White, and was the darling of all the men in the castle as 
none were sure that she were not their child.  Her early years were spent happily in the 
huge stone castle, as the raven haired little beauty toddled around the halls, a friend to all, 
an almost always smiling.

She was sent away to the church convent when she was ten, after her maid found her 
studying medicine with a foreign diplomat's eleven year old son. So Snow White came to 
her fifteenth birthday, a great beauty, as innocent (almost) as she was beautiful, but with a 
terrible itch.


Chapter 1

<<After a year had passed the king took to himself another wife.  She was a beautiful 
woman, but proud and haughty, and she could not bear that anyone else could surpass 
her in beauty.  She had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it and 
looked at herself in it, and said,

          looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall,
          who in this land is the fairest of all.

The looking-glass answered,
          thou, o Queen, art the fairest of all.

Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the looking-glass spoke the truth.

- Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs>>


The Queen smiled, as she looked in the mirror by the feather bed she reclined upon.  The 
soft pink silk wrap she almost wore set off her taut and tan skin and her long blonde hair.  
She admired her heaving breasts lightly sheened with perspiration, and reached up to 
squeeze one large pointed nipple.  Then she patted the raven tresses between her thighs, 
which shifted to reveal the gently smiling face of the young girl who had been nibbling the 
Queen's rather large clit.  The beautiful oriental servant girl returned to kissing the inner 
thigh of her mistress, working her way toward the artfully bent knee posed to best effect for 
the image on the mirror. After 14 years of being the Queen she still looked good. 

"It is time, Petal my dear, for a finger," says the Queen.

"Yes my Lady...the Rose or the Orchid?"

"Oh...choices, choices...which would my dear husband prefer?"

The man in the throne-like chair, slowly massaging the royal crotch of his royal blue tights, 
answered, "Please yourself, my dear."

It was said that the King had searched far and wide for a replacement for his beloved first 
Queen, trying to replace true love. Others, less kind, said he was trying to find as big a slut 
as she.  In any case many of the brothels of the kingdom now boast a sign saying 'The King 
slept here!'  But the Quest ended when a mysterious blonde walked into the castle one day, 
demanded to see the King.  

When granted an audience, she proceeded to lick and suck the straining prods of  tens of the 
King's guards in front of the court.  She swallowed every drop from the first 9, and covered 
her face with the offering from the last. Licking the cum from her lips, she said, "Well, 
sire? Will you have me for your next Queen?" The wedding was three days later.

The perfect face of the Queen sneered knowingly at the gray-haired old man who thought he 
still ruled a kingdom, and said, "As you wish, my King."  Then to the girl, "The Orchid 
then, clever little Petal." She lay back indolently to enjoy the attentions of the beautiful 
naked young girl, who obediently teased the pink entrance to the Queen's tight pussy.

At first only the tip of the finger pushed into the tight opening, in and out several times, 
bringing the Queens breath a little faster.  Then knowing the Queen's insatiable appetites, 
the girl sent her finger deep into the pink depths.  The pink walls sucked avidly at the 
slender finger, seeming to beg for more. Petal stopped for a moment to enjoy the milking 
motion of the Queen's well trained muscles. She starts the thrusting motion again.

"A second, Petal," the Queen orders.

The girl obediently slips a second finger to join the first .  Her fingers slowly move back 
and forth, twinning within like small snakes.  The Queen moans softly, and shudders in a 
small orgasm.  "Now three...and harder."

The oriental girl roughly added a third finger and thrusts rapidly into the slippery tunnel.

The king in the meantime had lowered his tights and was stroking his old tool in 
excitement." His voice quivering with lust, he says, "I want to see the Fist!"

The Queen raise an eyebrow as she looked over, "You do?  Then do you agree to the treaty 
with the Orcs?" She reaches down to stop the movement of her servant's pistoning wrist, 
and begins toying with the girl's small pert breasts.

"But they want twelve virgins delivered to them!  Every year! For five Years!  How can 
you ask me to agree to that!? You know how Orcs use the women they capture," the king 
complained, while continuing to stroke his hard cock.

"But they will agree to stop the raids, and will open trade, and in addition pay three rubies 
apiece for the girls," retorted the Queen, "a small price to pay to fill the royal  coffers and 
they don't care if the girls are only peasants."

"Well...I know not..."

The Queen smiled down at her playmate, and squeezed one of  the girl's brown nipples 
cruelly.  "It seems we'll have to stop, while I discuss this important matter." Petal bit her 
lower lip, prettily, but didn't cry out at the pain. She made no move away from the twisting 
fingers, only kneeling quietly.  The Queen looked archly at the King.

The King looked angry but said, "Oh, very well...but it must be four rubies...and I want her 
in to the forearm!"

The Queens perfect teeth show whitely as she smiled in victory. "Of course...anything for 
you...Petal, you may resume...with the fist"

"No oil!" demanded the King.

The Queen only smiled and released Petal's abused nipple, which she then massaged to 
take away the sting. She pulled Petal up for a long wet kiss, and a lingering caress of the 
girl's shaved slit.  She whispered only for the girl's ears, "All the way, dear Petal...make it 
good for the old fool."

Petal nodded and lowered her petite mouth to her mistress's blond thatched crotch.  She 
licked wetly at the royal labia, stroked the taut clit, and forced saliva into the opening of 
the pink tunnel. She balled her fist and showed it to the panting King, and looking him in the 
eye, brought it to the opening of her own twat.  She rubbed at the opening lovingly, coating 
it with her own juices, then she slowly positioned it at the opening of the royal pussy while 
keeping her gaze locked to the King's eyes, awaiting a Royal command."

The King nodded.

Petal thrust! Her fist pushed at the tight channel, the Queen cried out in pain, and the fist 
disappeared, impossibly, into the small opening which now griped the wrist of the smiling 
oriental beauty. Petal took her revenge for the nipple twisting by not waiting for the 
Queen's tight vagina to stretch out to accommodate her fist, but gathered her strength and 
thrust home with all her might, pushing her fist at least 6 inches into the Queen's depths.  
She began moving her arm back and forth, causing the Queen to cry out in mixed pain and 
pleasure, moaning and writhing around the fist deep within her.  The girl's fist came back 
almost to the entrance to the Queen's vagina, then thrust in again, just slightly deeper than 
before.  Slowly the Queens pussy stretched to take the fist, and then the girl did completely 
remove her fist, only to punch it back in, over and over again.  The Queen shuddered in 
orgasm, and then again, then finally began orgasming at every entrance of the small fist. 
More and more of the girls arm disappeared up the royal vagina.

Finally, the King waddled over, his tights around his knees, his cock close to bursting.  He 
gestured to Petal to open her mouth. She does, stopping with her arm buried to the elbow in 
the Queen, who shuddered continually.  With a last few strokes from his own hand, the 
King began to come.  His spunk shot out, striking the young girl in the forehead. He quickly 
adjusted his aim, sending his seed into her mouth, lips and chin.

At just this moment, a polite knock sounded, quickly followed by the chamber door opening 
and the entrance of the castle Chamberlain.  The Chamberlain stood in the chamber 
doorway with a look of surprise as he took in the scene of his King, rapidly deflating cock 
in hand, and the Asian servant, Petal, cum dripping down her face and her arm to the elbow 
in the Queens spasming body.

"Well, what is it!?," snarls the King, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

The Chamberlain blushes red, though he never takes his eyes off the Queen's blond pussy 
filled with arm. "I'm sorry sir, I thought you'd want to know..." the Chamberlain runs out of 
steam.

The King says, "Know what!?"  He casually wipes his shrinking cock on Petal's raven hair, 
cleaning off lingering traces of his cum.

The Chamberlain says, "Oh...ah, yes Sire...your daughter, the Princess, is arriving."

Snow White had just had her 15th birthday, and was coming back to the castle to live.  She 
was now of marriageable age and it was important that she wed or at least become 
betrothed, both because of her supposed warm nature and because the kingdom needed the 
potential alliances.

"Snowy? Well, why didn't you say so?"

The King puts away his shriveled tool.

"That was delightful, dear wife. Are you coming down to greet your step-daughter?"

The step-Queen replied coldly, still impaled on Petal's arm, "Perhaps later, my Lord."

The step-Queen was miffed that this slip of a girl could so easily pull the King from her 
own sexual influence.  She'd arranged for everyone to over react to the girl's little 
fumblings with the ambassador  of the Northern Kingdom, and have the girl sent away 
because she kept interfering, albeit unknowingly, with the step-Queen's plots to take true 
control of the Southern Kingdom by sexually binding the King to her.  The step-Queen 
simply couldn't abide true competition for the King's love.

Now here the little bitch was back.  She had heard rumors that the girl had developed into 
a great beauty, which didn't surprise the step-Queen 

The King and his still staring Chamberlain left, though the Chamberlain seemed to have a 
little trouble walking.

The step-Queen turns once more to the Mirror,  saying:

"Let your magic become unshut,
	This little princess I wish to see.
Mirror, mirror I command thee,
	The little slut I will now see."

An image forms of a young girl riding in a carriage, much worse for the long ride from the 
convent.  She wears a thick, high necked dress that covered her to her slippered feet. 
Though pretty, she seems shy and timid, and is just a bit flat bosomed.  She is accompanied 
by another young girl, who, though plain, wears a nice smile and seemed to be trying to 
cheer up her companion.

The step-Queen smiled, thinking that the rumor had exaggerated.  Here was no real 
competition for her own beauty.  Things could be managed. She commanded Petal, 
"Continue with your work, dear girl."

And as Petal once more continues pushing her fist through the tight pinkness, the step-
Queen speaks again to the Mirror:

	Mirror, ...ah...mirror....mmmm.... on the wall,
 who is the...oh my.... fairest one of ....huuuuh...all?"

And the mirror replies:

Oh Queen with hair of Gold,
Who has swallowed pricks untold,	
With skin as white as thick spewed cum
And breasts that swell the cocks of everyone.
With ass so snug a Greek might weep, 
and cunt so tight no spunk may leak,
	
No one in all the land is as fair as thee,
Or half so nasty, that I may see.

The step-Queen smiles, shuddering, at the mirrors words, for she knows the mirror speaks 
the truth.

Petal looks surprised as she feels a steady suction on her arm, knowing that she should 
have long since touched the depths of the step-Queen's womb, but continues valiantly as her 
arm is slowly swallowed.

The step-Queen smiles and says, "And now, dear Petal...the other fist."
