They moved into the ‘U’ of the tables and paraded in front of the guests, stopping to nod in respect to their lord, Formerly Known as the Prince. As the trays passed the guests would utter praises and gasps of admiration. Heads would lean together, hands held in front of twinkling eyes as an especially delectable dish would pass. From time to time a small group would offer applause to something that they found especially enticing.
As the huge trays entered the room on the shoulders of several youths it was unlike anything Natasha had ever seen. A huge boar, roasted, with an apple in his mouth passed. But the pig was on his back with his legs in the air. Above the boar was an entire goat, steaming and sizzling riding the huge cock of the boar. Other trays had dozens of rabbits all locked in sexual positions. Huge trays of fruit passed, the fruit displayed upon the bodies of beautiful girls, many pushing ripe yellow bananas into their cunts as they passed, smiling at the pleasure. Each tray had a sexual theme, some subtle some blatant. Natasha felt her heart race as she realized what was ahead.
The servers moved among the guests, seeming never tiring at the weight of their dishes, allowing the guests to pick among the trays for just the right part. There were several mock fights and wagers for the choicest parts, the boars dick, the goats vaginal organs, the rabbits locked in the most erotic positions, the bananas from the fruit tray. Natasha smiled and sipped from her cup feeling the warm glow starting at the base of her spine and moving to her sexual organs and up her spine across the top of her head to lid her eyes slightly. She was aware she was being drugged but did not fight it, trusting, rightly, in the understanding that they must be meant to heighten the experience.
The guests ate sparingly and Natasha followed suit, picking at the trays as they passed. Boris ate and drank heavily, unaware of the scene developing around him. Natasha saw the same heavily lidded eyes as she looked around the room, more frequently catching the eyes of the guests. None had yet spoken to her and she had not felt the need to approach them, relishing the ability to observe them. She felt herself becoming more aroused and had to consciously resist reaching down to touch herself, knowing how wet she found herself. Others had not felt the need for restraint that she did. As the dinner progressed she saw the guests succumbing to the pleasure that she was resisting. An attractive brunette with short bobbed hair discretely reached down and stroked her breast, her partner, a tall man with a silver beard watch, musing over his wine as her hand dropped into her lap and pressed against her crotch. A petite blonde was less restrained and had pulled her white gauze skirt over her hips and was furiously masturbating, a grimace on her lips. Those on either side of her were offering encouragement as she jerked to a quick orgasm.
In the same unhurried way that they entered the servers moved away, assured that they guests were satisfied. The guests became suddenly more attentive, the anticipation palpable. Several moved closer to each other, light kisses were passed, the sexuality increasing as the room waited…. For what? As the last of them left the hall the trumpets sounded again and the curtains pulled back to reveal a huge bed on the carried by 6 huge men on poles between them, three on either side of the bed. The bed was a mass of white lace with pillows of the same material mounded over it. In the middle of it was the most beautiful child/woman that she had ever seen, snowy white skin, raven black hair, cheeks laying in the middle of the bed. Dressed in a nightgown made of the finest lace there was no movement from her body. She was dead.
The room was silent as the men carried the bed to the center of the U shaped tables and set it down and left the room. All eyes gazed silently at the tiny figure before them. The person Formerly Known as the Prince moved quietly around the tables and moved to the center of the U. He gazed lovingly down and bent over her, letting his hands run down her body, hesitating as they moved reverently over her breasts. As his hands moved down her legs they hem of her skirt and pulled it above her hips. Her legs were beautiful and the small patch of pubic hair was a stark contrast to the whit of her legs.
She did not move as he slowly raised her heels and spread her legs, his member becoming erect as he slowly prepared her for what Natasha knew was coming. “God, necrophilia,” despite her revulsion, she could not turn her eyes away, her breath coming in short gasps. He moved between her legs and raised her hips with his hands, placing his now rigid cock against the dark opening of her cunt. “Hail, Snow White,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion as he drove his cock deep into her cunt.
She looked around the room, still no one was touching each other but, now openly fondling themselves. Several of the men had slid their cocks free of the garments and were openly stroking them. Natasha was amazed, she hadn’t seen a cock in the room less than 8” long. She trembled as her hand fell to her breast, pinching the nipple through her thin black dress. f- The Royal Figure, Formerly Known as The Prince was driving hard into the lifeless body, pulling the tiny body over his hard cock, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The crowd was starting to moan and gasp with passion at his exertions. Faces became flushed and wicked grins broke out on several faces as they watched the him drive into her again and again. The petite blonde screamed lustily as she came again, her hand furiously working her cunt, her leg draped across the arm of the chair. Suddenly an animal moan stated deep in the throat of the figure Formerly Known as The Prince and built becoming louder as he drove harder and harder into the tiny white figure, suddenly he screamed as he lurched deep into her, cuming furiously within her as the crowd gasped and moaned.
As The Royal Figure, Formerly Known as The Prince slumped over her exhausted, her chest heaved and her eyes fluttered then sprang wide open, her lips widening into a savage smile. She rolled out from beneath the panting body and tore the skirt from her body revealing her legs and pubic hair below a sexy camisole. As the former prince rose, she grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head deep into her pussy, shrieking with glee and delight.
“Let the Party Begin,” Snow White gasped as she drove herself against his tongue.
