Snow White Redux

Another version of the old fantasy, with a few new twists. A salute to the Brothers Grimm and Walt Disney for their inventive work. Let me know what you think about this by voting...please.

Part 1

Snow White's mother, the queen, had died in childbirth. A year later her father, the king, took himself another wife much younger than he, a very attractive but headstrong, proud and haughty woman who ran the castle and the surrounding peasantry with an iron hand.

As Snow White grew beyond childhood, she became a gorgeous young girl, one whose beauty became legendary in the kingdom. On her sixteenth birthday the aging king hosted a party to show off his daughter to all the nobility. Her step-mother, the princess-consort and new queen, was furious, jealous that the young woman's charms might be judged greater than her own.

So the queen consulted the magic mirror in her bath chamber, which years before had been transformed from a handsome prince by an evil sorcerer. The mirror, like its earlier incarnation the prince, always told the truth. Standing naked before it, she asked,

"Looking-glass, looking-glass, without me you're bland,

Who is the fairest of all in the land?"

The looking-glass answered,

"Thou art, oh queen, yet rumors take flight,

'bout the ivory, ebony and crimson Snow White."

The queen seethed with a quiet rage. Ivory skin, ebony-colored hair, crimson lips that begged to be kissed by handsome young noblemen. These were traits fit for a queen, not for her step-daughter! She would show the little upstart, she schemed. She informed the king that his daughter needed training in the arts of castle-keeping: cooking, cleaning, sewing, laboring in the gardens. The queen thought that such things would make her step-daughter look old before her time. To Snow White she said,

"You will assist my Lady-in-Waiting in all things. You will cook, you will clean my chamber, you will sew my robes. It will be hard work and you will sweat profusely. Your aging father – the king – may not notice, of course. But I don't wish to smell of your labors. You may use my tub and water after my daily bath."

Snow White accepted her duties, of course, and performed them well. She reasoned naively, as she always had, that – someday when her prince

did

come – she would be prepared for life as a wife and mother...perhaps a queen. But she didn't get out much. Only one day a week was she allowed to join the cook on long walks in the forest to gather mushrooms. On those walks she saw the little bunnies, deer, and other animals of the forest making love, enlarging their families, and it made her feel hot in her tummy and itchy between her legs. Little did she know that she, herself, was being observed on those days, not only by the gentle animals of the forest, but also by the little people who lived deeply in the ravines; by the dwarfs, who were captivated by her extraordinary beauty.

Over the years Snow White had matured quickly. By the age of twelve her body had become pleasing in those places where young women get rounded to attract the eyes of men...and to prepare for breeding. By the age of fourteen she was well-used to her monthly cramps and their messy aftermath. By sixteen she was very familiar with her body, and the secret little places she touched inside and out that made her gasp and whimper with paralyzing joy before she fell asleep, and sometimes during the day when she was alone. At night before bed, she bathed, then preened and, nude and pleased, examined her lovely body before the magic mirror. After a few years the looking-glass knew of her physical magnificence better than did she.

As she approached eighteen she was a veritable goddess. Her work had toned her body to that of a mature woman, yet she still had the round, full breasts, hips and bottom of a beauteous maiden, and the calves and thighs of a young alpine siren. The great mystery of her flesh, though – her quim – remained hidden from all but herself and the mirror, by her thick, curly, pubic hair, also ebony black in color.

On one night like any other, Snow White emerged from her cold bath and stood before the mirror. She examined her tender breasts, pinching her hard, crimson nipples to warm them, and drew a chair near to the glass to look between her legs. As she lifted her feet and spread wide apart, as she did frequently in bed, her muff split open to reveal her tender pinkness. Licking two fingers and spreading her lips with the other hand, she began caressing the petite kernel that emerged from her soft folds. Soon she began thrusting a finger, then two, then three, inside herself, groping for that rough though very sensitive spot just under her pubis. Though her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, whenever she opened them she saw her wanton face in the mirror and heard a deep sigh, assuming it was her own. She didn't know that it was the

animus

– the animating spirit of the young prince that had been captured inside the mirror – suffering through its isolated, eternal frustration.

Snow White was frantic with desire. She reached back and grabbed a long brush she'd used to scrub her back and, soaping the thick handle, twisted it slowly into her excited, swollen womanhood. Soon it caused pain and she stopped pushing any further, moving it in and out only slightly, but continued to rub her mound rapidly. Finally she screamed in ecstasy, as waves of warmth enveloped her and she writhed through deep spasms. Her ears seemed to hear echoes of groans, moans, cries, sighs and an occasional whimper...all sounds she assumed were hers.

Before she left the bath chamber she looked one final time at the looking-glass and it bore a thin fog, as if heat had caused it. The bathwater, of course, had been cold for some time and only the mirror knew that it was the prince's imprisoned passion that had produced the steam on the glass.

The queen, comfortable as she was in her powerful position, rarely asked the mirror any questions anymore. Her days were spent supervising the hunts, brutalizing the peasantry, and politicking with the court and the press. Nevertheless, eventually she thought it prudent to consult her oracle.

"Looking-glass, looking-glass, you know your duty,

Tell your fair queen of her unparalleled beauty."

It answered,

"Your face is poetic, your figure sublime,

But Snow White is fairer; now is

her

time."

The queen recoiled in shock and threw a silver goblet at the mirror, nearly cracking its face. The mirror groaned and began fearing the worst. In a rage, the queen stormed through the castle, her envy and pride growing like thorns in her heart. She even berated the king for fathering such a spoiled, insolent daughter. But the kindly old king, nearly deaf from years of his second wife's abuse, merely locked himself in his study for days, hoping the queen's tantrums would cease.

They didn't. She summoned the court, and bullied them verbally until they all admitted that she was the fairest in the land. She ordered her officers to proclaim as such, and forced the press to distribute false results of a poll of the peasants, once again attesting to her unequaled beauty. But it was a selective poll. None of the peasants had been consulted, and they were angry for being misquoted. It didn't contain results gathered from the surrounding forest dwellers, either. Of course, the little people – the dwarfs – had stayed hidden.

All was not well in the kingdom, and the peasantry began complaining amongst themselves.

Finally, the queen summoned the huntsman. He was her favorite courtier and – though no one knew it but the magic mirror – he had, on many a night, visited the queen's bedchamber to bring her the joy of his great size and sexual stamina...pleasures many a woman in the kingdom had experienced.

"Take the little bitch Snow White hunting in the forest. Deflower and kill her. Bring me back her heart, liver and befouled underwear so that I can be sure she's gone," ordered the queen.

The huntsman obeyed, and took Snow White into the forest in quest of a young deer for venison. He on his horse and she on her pony rode deeply into the wild and came upon a clearing, lit beautifully by the midday sun. "We will rest and eat here," he said, helping her off the pony's saddle. On this day she wore a dirndl with straps that suspended it over a white ruffled blouse, the sleeves of which were short, showing her creamy arms. The neck of the blouse was cut low and squarely across the upper slopes of her round, youthful breasts, showing their appetizing splendor as they stretched out the soft material. The beautiful, embroidered skirt ended above her knees. The very sight of her creamy thighs hugging the pony's saddle had caused the huntsman's heart to skip a beat and the heavy cock under his codpiece to swell. "Let me help you down, young princess," he said, as he swung her to the ground, anticipating that in a few minutes he'd feel her soft, naked flesh yielding to him.

"Why must we stop?" she asked. "It should be simple to find a meat animal for your arrow and spear, then return to the castle." Her violet eyes looked up at his coal black ones, questioning, and again he felt the pulsing throb in his groin.

"A brief rest for my lady," he replied, spreading a blanket on the ground. "The queen has ordered it so," he rasped, his lust nearly overcoming him. "The 'meat animal' as you call it, is nearer to my spear than you might think," he said, removing his bow and quiver of arrows from his shoulders and laying them on the ground. His codpiece now bulged with a vengeance, making its tumescent presence obvious to Snow White and causing her to stare fixedly at the sizable lump.

She finally turned her eyes away from his swarthy presence, embarrassed, since she'd never before seen a man's equipment erect, even behind a codpiece. She'd begun to feel heated, and a sheen of perspiration covered her body as her heart tripled its beat. "You vex me, sir," she gasped, "I feel as if I'm a bit faint and choose to leave now."

She screamed with fright as the huntsman's powerful arms swept her off her feet to cast her sprawling onto the blanket. "You will be silent!" he hissed, ominously, as he calmly lifted her dirndl skirt over her head and peeled off her blouse to reveal her stunning body. The nipples of her breasts sprang forward, hard and red. Her flat, white tummy trembled from fear. She tried to cover her naked breasts with her arms but his steadfast resolve seemed to paralyze her. She flushed as the folds between her legs moistened and wet the lace undies she was wearing. "These must go!" he whispered, as he pulled her knickers down her thighs. He pushed them below her knees and, as he knelt before her, she detected an odor about him. It was leathery, a bit sweaty...a sweet and sour combination that made her head swim and her knees weak. It was a

male

scent and it both frightened and fascinated her for a moment. His eyes, however, were on her black bush, and she was quick to cover it with one hand. She recoiled in shock at the condition of her hot, female organ, since it was leaking rivulets of thick syrup onto her fingers.

"Oh, no! Oh, no!" she cried, her heart beating as fast as a sparrow's. "You mustn't just

take me

! I am a virgin and don't know how! What will my family think? And the villagers? No man will want to be my husband!"

The huntsman chuckled at her apparent lack of real fear. Her sole concern seemed instead to lie in her reputation. He murmured, "You must think of me as your 'husband', virgin princess. Once you've had me, you'll want no one else." Still kneeling, he dropped his codpiece and his massive cock sprang forth, throbbing with each heartbeat.

Snow White was transfixed by the fleshy object. It was nearly as long and thick as her forearm. It had an upward curve from its base that was hidden in a mass of thick hair at his groin. The end of it was almost completely covered by a crown of skin, from which the dark red tip leaked a drop or two of clear liquid. On its top, from base to tip, lay a thick vein feeding many smaller ones that encircled the shaft in jagged, irregular patterns.

More curious than fearful, Snow White squatted down for a closer look as the huntsman stroked the length of his cock. All thoughts of personal modesty left her as she watched his rough hand move up and down, causing the tube of flesh to jerk and swell in his fist. "It looks so hard," she gasped, her knees now apart so the huntsman could gaze at the swollen labia protruding from her pubis. Likewise, her hands had gone to her thighs, baring her firm, full breasts and allowing them to protrude

just so

from her toned upper torso.

So, this was Snow White's first lesson in male anatomy. It was also observed by a third person, one of the forest's little people. Doc, the wisest but not the eldest of the seven dwarfs – an artist by trade – was watching the lurid event from a tree, waiting for the awful moment of defloration. He'd witnessed the huntsman seduce young women for years, and the methods varied little. The first step was to expose his cock to elicit the victim's curiosity, the second was to encourage the woman to touch it, and the third and final was to penetrate her body, forcing the woman to ride it until she reached orgasm or passed out. "It

is

hard, yet so soft to the touch. I invite you to touch it, my dear. The queen would have it this way."

"Oh, I think not," huffed the girl blithely, suddenly rising and starting to walk away. "My curiosity is satisfied," she said nonchalantly, looking about for something else new and interesting.

The huntsman grabbed her by one ankle and tumbled her onto the blanket on her back. Before she knew it her legs were apart and he was kneeling between them, his menacing erection lying on her fair stomach. "I said,

touch it

," he growled, and grabbed one of her hands to rub it on his member.

Snow White looked down between her legs at the long, thick cock that pulsed on her tummy and thought:

It is very hard, yet soft at the same time

. The huntsman grabbed her other hand and placed it on himself as well. The crazed look in his eyes told her that she must do as he said, so both of her hands began sliding up and down the instrument, bringing a shuddering sigh to the man's lips. "Is this what you want?" asked the girl, obviously afraid of offending him further.

"Ahhh...yesss," said he with pleasure. "Now, place me in your honey pot."

She was at once desirous as well as fearful. She'd only heard of the pleasure of having a man within the body from giggling peasant girls. Yet the memory of the bathing brush caused her to wish for the bliss she'd felt when its handle had probed the soft tissues between her legs. At the same time the fiery look in the huntsman's eyes caused her to fear what might be a brutal assault.

Doc's knowledge of the huntsman's work was substantial. As well as raping village girls who gathered nuts in the forest, he'd beaten peasants if they crossed his path, abused and killed animals with impunity...not just for food. So, this attack was nothing new...except that Snow White was a princess. Aside from being furious, Doc taxed his brain in wonderment as to the reasons why one person could be so cruel. He vowed, as he saw Snow White submissively stir the tip of the tan, hairy cock into her quim, and spread her virginal lips open to his member, that one day...one day the man would be punished. And when she screamed in agony from the brute's quick, violent thrust into her vagina to break her hymen, Doc's skin crawled and he vowed, finally, to personally wreak vengeance on the rapist.

Snow White was in immediate, blinding pain as her body accepted the huntsman's scythe-like cudgel. Then, he hammered at her until she became numb inside. When she'd taken all that she thought she could, he bellowed into the forest like a beast, his buttocks clenched repeatedly, and he filled her full of his seed. But he wasn't finished. It wasn't until hours later that he'd had enough of her in all three orifices. She was bruised, sore and nearly unconscious. As he rolled off of her prostrate body, she murmured to him, "Alas, I am ruined...good for no one else. Please leave me here. I will be yours when next you come to the forest." She looked up at him plaintively to make her point, while wiping her crotch free of blood.

He looked away from the lovely girl, remembering that he'd been told to take her heart and liver back to the queen. "I've been ordered to kill you," he said.

"Oh, please don't, sir. The next time you're in the forest, the time after that – and the time after that – as long as I'm alive I'll entertain you," she said, breathlessly, hoping to dissuade him. Then she collapsed from exhaustion.

The huntsman's decision was out of lust. The thought of having this luscious young mistress in the forest whenever he wished won him over. He left and, on returning to the castle, slaughtered a small pig, plucking out its heart and liver as evidence for the queen. He also took the girl's lace bloomers that she'd used to clean up their juices.

Doc covered Snow White's sleeping naked form and summoned the other six dwarfs. They fashioned a stretcher and carried her deeply into their forest lair where Doc washed her private parts – secretly wishing that he could paint this girl's stunning image on canvas – cleaned her wounds, and tended to her all the next day.

"From this day onward you must never venture into the forest alone," warned Doc. "You may use our spare room. We will enlarge the bed. If you care for our home, cook, clean, launder, sew and knit, you may live with us and we will protect you."

Snow White agreed, since she had done such work for the queen for quite a while. "But what of my bath?" asked the girl.

"Do as we do," said Grumpy. "On Sunday we use the creek in the dell and the deep pool where the fishes dwell."

"I will show you where it is!" volunteered Happy.

"I, as well," stated Dopey, and each of the dwarfs in turn stepped forward, eager of course, to see Snow White bathing her nude body. Only Doc had seen her naked, and with him she therefore shared a special bond. He knew, naturally, that a young woman like Snow White needed to bathe each day, and not in a stream. A bathroom needed to be added, and other amenities for the girl, thought he. He began to make plans, knowing that the lives of the reclusive dwarfs would never again be the same.

The next few days, as usual, the dwarfs went to the mountains to search for copper and gold, full of delicious breakfasts, and at night they returned to find their home spic and span. Delicious meals awaited them each evening and they were very pleased with Snow White. From some dark cloth she'd made herself work clothing: a sleeveless top which covered her breasts yet left her midriff bare, and a short skirt which allowed her to scrub floors and dust without becoming too hot. When the simple garments were finished, she donned them and asked the opinions of the dwarfs.

"Hmmph! Very practical," acceded Grumpy, though he was seen to stifle a lecherous smile.

"Oh, v-v-v-very nice," stuttered Bashful, who turned away when he saw a flash of Snow White's smooth round bottom under the skirt. She had not made herself any underpants.

Sleepy muttered "Outstanding!" as he eyed her sumptuous thighs. "Think I'll go take a nap." Of course, all of the dwarfs knew that he was actually going out behind his favorite tree to masturbate.

"Aaaht-choo!" blustered Sneezy, who'd launched into a fit of sinus seizures at the sight of Snow White's nipples pushing through her top.