Snow White The Queen
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Snow awoke from her slumber. The stench of urine, unwashed floors, and decay assaulted her nose immediately. She felt as if her head was swimming in a glass of water. Groggily, she lifted her heavy lids to look about the dark room… Room… That was a very loose word for the area. Three stone walls coated with dirt and grime; the fourth a mere barricade of iron bars with a small door in the center.
“What in the…” she thought to herself as she tried to stand, the clanking of shackles bound to her ankle ringing in her ear. Looking down at the object she frowned, pulling on the rusty manacle, the chain attached and bolted to the floor. “Well isn’t this just peachy?”
She looked around the small enclosure. A bucket, a small cot barely suitable for a grown adult, even at just barely 18, and a tattered blanket comprised the full contents of the cell. A chill came over the young maiden as it dawned on her that she was completely bare, her entire petite body exposed to the elements of the cramped cell.
As if on cue, heavy footfalls on the stone floor echoed closer and closer. Fear simmered in the pit of her stomach as she sunk back against the cot, wishing she could disappear completely and escape notice of the approaching stranger. Alas, this was not to be as the hulking outline of the armoured guard appeared in the small frame of the door, carrying a tray containing basic sustenance. No emotion crossed his face as he unlocked the door and placed the tray at the feet of her trembling body.
“Eat.”
One word of his deep, rich voice sent shivers of need and fear down her spine. She swallowed slowly, unmoving, as his dark eyes pierced deep into her being. After a pause, he shrugged and left the way he came. Paralyzed, she sat listening to his retreating steps echoing down the hall.
Chapter 1Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a lovely young lady, the only daughter of a powerful king. She grew up happy and loved, in spite of a very jealous and insecure stepmother. With hair as black as coal and skin as smooth and fair as porcelain, Snow had been an adorable c***d and the older she got the more beautiful she became.For a time, the wicked stepmother Queen didn't pay the girl any attention, too consumed with her own vanity to care for someone else's brat. Every...
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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...
the true story. by Miss Irene Clearmont. The wordsmith sits amongst her voluminous black velvet robes and blue silk and pauses before relating her tale. A mask of ivory, edged with ebony sits easily in her hand. It is the mark of her devotion to the muse Melpomene. She is an older woman, still attractive and alluring despite her fifty years. She sighs as she allows her mind to wander over the details of the saga that she is about to divulge. She speaks… ***** Once upon a time...
She laid there, still, almost as stiff as the hard thick cock she imagined sliding in and out of her mouth. She was trying so hard to resist it. Even though her mind was trying her body obviously wasn't. Her legs were spread open and her breath was so heavy and quick that she could barely breath. Her large breast propped on top of her body moved with every breath. She clenched her fist tightly to her side. "Don't do it" She told herself out loud. But she couldn't resist. She slid her hand up...
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The queen looked into the magic mirror smiling at the deep dark eyes staring back at her, glistening in the rooms light. "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the sluttiest slut of all?" The man in the mirror hesitated for a moment before answering, the queen held that sway over many people. "Y-your highness, if truth be told, it is Snow, even now she is participating in activities that far surpass your own slutty abilities!" The queen was in a rage, her blood boiling, "WHERE IS SHE!?!...
She laid there, still, almost as stiff as the hard thick cock she imagined sliding in and out of her mouth. She was trying so hard to resist it. Even though her mind was trying her body obviously wasn’t. Her legs were spread open and her breath was so heavy and quick that she could barely breath. Her large breast propped on top of her body moved with every breath. She clenched her fist tightly to her side. ‘Don’t do it’ She told herself out loud. But she couldn’t resist. She slid her hand up...
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