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 Revenge of the seven dwarves: Intro

   High in her tower overlooking the Dark Forest the Wicked Queen asked a
familiar question.

   "Well, mirror?  And who is the fairest of them all now - currently?"

   And the bored mirror yawned, checked and reported back to the Queen
"Still Snow White your majesty.  No change there."

   Irritated the Queen flicked the fingers of her right hand at the mirror.
"Show me!"

   Staring intently into her faithful mirror the Queen watched as an image
appeared of a large clearing in the Forest, at the centre of which was a
cute red roofed house.  Soft white smoke curled from its chimney and on the
grass outside the small figure of a girl in a blue top and yellow skirt
could be seen hanging out her washing to dry.  She appeared to be singing
and the Queen could even see the colour of the pairs of socks that she was
pinning to the line.  It was so clear.

   The Queen started back from the mirror.  She should have noticed sooner
- it was way too clear.  The protective barrier of sparkling mist that used
to circle around the clearing in the Forest had melted away.  She smiled at
what she saw and understood the reason for this.  The good wizard of the
west Walt who had always protected Snow White was dead and his magical
protection had died with him.  Snow White was vulnerable at last.

   The Queen picked up her magic wand and with a cackling laugh flicked it
at the mirror.  Dark blue and green lights shot from the end of the wand
and leapt into the glass, apparently heading down into the clearing in the
Forest.

   "Let's see how she likes that!" laughed the Queen wickedly.

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   The same evening, a little later, and Bashful and Dopey were helping
Snow White clear away the dinner plates.  Hands deep in the warm water at
the sink, Snow White smiled cheerfully as she chatted to her beloved
dwarves.

   "Well everyone, as it is Saturday night, we shall be having dancing
lessons in a moment.  So why not get the room ready?"

   Happy and Sneezy automatically began to do what they always did to
prepare for dancing, picking up the ends of the dining table and moving it
with the chairs off to one side to leave a clear space.  But Grumpy didn't
feel like helping to move the furniture.  Hell, he didn't feel like any
stupid dancing lessons either!

   "Fuck you.  I'm going out for a smoke." There he had said it at last and
with a loud burp Grumpy turned his back on Snow White and heading out into
the garden scratching his back side as he went.

   Snow White's mouth fell open in shock.  Sleepy and Dopey giggled and,
for some reason, felt rather excited and Happy laughed out loud and
shouted:

   "Go Grumpy!"

   With Grumpy outside the remaining six dwarves looked frankly up at Snow
White who tried to regain her normal dignity and control.

   "My goodness, what has come over dear Grumpy?  I really think that he
will have to be punished for being so naughty!" Snow White hesitated and
flushed with a wave of pink embarrassment that travelled up from her chest
to her neck and to her face.  Golly gosh.  Why were they all looking at her
like that with an evil glint in their eyes?

   She tried to reassert herself, speaking brightly like a primary school
teacher to her class.  "Well then everyone.  Shall we get ready for our
dancing.  What music shall we have today?" She smiled expectantly.

   But Happy rubbed his rather large belly and called out "Rock and Roll, I
reckon!" which brought more laughter from the dwarves because of course
Snow White had never allowed them to play rock and roll.  But Happy knew
that there were a couple of greatest hits compilations that he could dig
out from a certain hiding place.

   "What about a drink?" asked Sneezy in a quiet offhand way and the
dangerous mood went up another level.  "Hell yes."

   "Oh but I've told you many times about the dangers of drinking, boys"
preached Snow White - but they just ignored her.  In a few moments two
bottles of wine had been brought out and opened and eight glasses lined up.
Grumpy returned from his smoking trip just as Sneezy had finished pouring
out 8 large glasses.  As the dwarves picked up their glasses and raised
them Sleepy asked "What shall we drink to?"

   Doc looked around, then at Snow White, who instinctively had backed
against the safety of the sink, and smiled.  "New rules.  New
opportunities!"

   The other dwarves laughed and began to drink.  Snow White didn't say
anything and really was at a loss as to how to respond to this terrible and
shocking challenge.  Her whole world seemed to be falling to pieces around
her.  But when Doc handed the final glass of wine to her she accepted it
and raised it to her lips.

   She only meant to have a tiny sip as usual but Doc's hand pushed firmly
from the bottom of the glass so that it tilted up higher and higher,
forcing her to drain it all down.  But at least it meant that she had
pleased them as they cheered her.  She looked around, lifting her empty
glass to them and smiling.  But then of course she was passed a second
glass and had to repeat the game so that her head rapidly began to swim in
confusion.

   Snow White realised suddenly that Happy had been true to his suggestion
and her beloved sitting room was now full of the noise of Rock and Roll. 
Snow White felt dizzy with shock and thought that maybe it was time to sit
down so she walked carefully over to the soft velvet sofa and sat down.

   Perhaps she closed her eyes for a moment to pretend that all of this was
a dream for she certainly opened them with a start.  From behind the sofa
at the same moment her hands had been grabbed and pulled up and back behind
her.  Bashful was now gripping her right wrist and Sleepy held her left. 
Snow White tried to pull forwards to free herself but they held her firm.
The other five dwarves came closer, circling in front of her, aware of her
vulnerability.

   Down below small fingers were pulling at her yellow shoes - the ones
with the bows on.  Her heels were pulled firmly down and her feet were
bare.

   "Goodness.  Stop it boys!" she tried - but it was no use.  No one was
listening to her any more.

   From in front of her and to her left Sleepy reached into her and grabbed
at the top centre of her blue blouse and pulled.  Out and down.  The fabric
stretched and revealed the black lace of her bra and a first glimpse of the
soft curve of her left breast.  Sleepy's right hand followed quickly,
pressing into the warm space between the bra and her flesh and scooped down
and out.  Snow White gasped with shock as she realised that nothing could
now ever be the same.  Her left tit was completely on show, hanging out
from her blouse.  Free for everyone to see - and touch.

   But at the same moment Happy reached round from the right hand end of
the sofa, took a large handful of her long yellow dress and pulled so that
suddenly nothing was covering Snow White's legs or her black knickers.  In
front of her Grumpy grinned and reached into both sides of her waist,
seized the top of her knickers on either side and began to pull strongly
downwards.  Pulling and jerking to free the knickers from the weight of her
bottom on the sofa, Grumpy pulled until Snow White was left wearing nothing
at all below the waist.

   There was a loud gasp from the poor captive girl as Grumpy's three plump
fingers immediately dived towards her honey pot to claim his reward.

   Higher up Doc had produced some scissors.  Even as three different hands
reached out to feel and pull at Snow White's naked breast Doc found space
to do some cutting.  Beginning where the white of her collar met the blue
of her blouse high out near her shoulder, Doc began to cut down in a round
circle, passing right outside both of Snow White's breasts, across her flat
stomach and up back to the collar on the other side.  As the blue fabric
fell away Snow White was still just about wearing her blue blouse but it
certainly wasn't covering her breasts any longer.

   Three more snips from Doc's scissors and the shredded pieces of her
black lacy bra were tossed across the room towards the trash.

   Bashful and Sleepy were complaining that they couldn't see anything from
behind the sofa so Happy took over from Bashful, imprisoning Snow White's
right wrist, until Bashful had returned with some thin rope that could be
used to tie her two wrists together behind her.

   When Snow White tried to protest and stop them her panties were pushed
into her mouth to silence her and her heart sank as she began to accept
that she was now entirely theirs to do with as they pleased.  How had this
happened?, she reproached herself.  What had she done to deserve it?

   But theirs she was and small stubby fingers now roamed all over her,
poking, squeezing and pinching with delight.  Snow White was most bothered
when a hand would push right into her slit to explore or brushed hard
against her clit.  That would make her squirm on the cushions.  But a hard
pinch to either of her precious nipples would make her jerk.  Her brain was
on overload as so many sensations reached it from all directions and she
didn't know how to begin to cope.

   Some part of her expected now to be gang raped by the dwarves - perhaps
even began to hope to be gang raped - but it was not to be.  Doc as the
eldest and the wisest of the dwarves called out for a pause in which some
decisions could be taken on how their new life should be.

   And so, while small hands continued to idly stroke, poke and pinch in
the intimate areas of Snow White's body a plan was agreed.  There are seven
days of the week and seven dwarves.  So each dwarf in turn would own Snow
White as his personal slave toy on his day of the week.  That would be
their day off work while the others travelled to the gem mine and on their
special day they would be completely free to stay home and enjoy their new
toy as they wished.

   Each night Snow White would now be chained up in the kitchen.  On a long
enough chain to allow her to get up early to make breakfast for them all. A
little house cleaning and then half an hour after the other dwarves had
gone to work, she would be a one-dwarf toy until the evening.  Half an hour
before the working dwarves returned she would be back chained in the
kitchen again working on their evening meal.

   Any entertainment that she put on in the evening would be for all of
them together of course.

   None of the dwarves could see any reason why she should wear underwear
in future so Dopey was sent upstairs to Snow White's old room and returned
happily with an armful of bras and underwear which were thrown into the
trash.  Doc's scissors sliced firmly round her yellow dress so that the
ragged edge would now only fall to the top of her thighs.  Her high white
collar, puff sleeves with the slashes picked out in red and her pretty red
hair band were all allowed to stay.  And of course very little was now left
of her blue blouse - certainly nothing very much to the front above her
waist - which left Snow White's charming assets swinging in the wind.

   Sleepy produced some playing cards and the days of the week were written
on seven of them.  The cards were shuffled and each dwarf in turn picked
his card.  It was a Saturday so tomorrow would be Sunday and that turned
out to be Doc's day.  Not just tomorrow, as Snow White realised quietly,
but every Sunday from now onwards.  She shivered.

   2. Sunday - Doc

   Doc held his weekly surgery in a hut round the back of the house.  It
was fully equipped and had a great reputation around the Forest.  All the
animals and an occasional human knew to visit Doc if you wanted something
to help you get pregnant, needed an abortion quickly, a love potion,
something for a bite or cut or whatever.  He was the dwarf.

   Around 3 sides of his hut were shelves and cupboards full of Doc's
equipment, jars of powders, potions and lotions.  And in the centre of the
room was his operating table neatly made from a slice through a Y shaped
tree trunk, polished to a smooth surface on top.  And that was where Snow
White found herself for the first time, completely naked, strapped down and
tied firmly, as her mind began to spin and her eyes began to close.

   Doc withdrew the syringe from her arm knowing that the sleeping drug he
had just injected into her would keep Snow White out for three or four
hours.  Which gave him plenty of playtime and a chance to get organised.

   From a shelf Doc reached down his Notebook and opening to a fresh page
wrote `Snow White' across the top of the page.  He underlined her name and
then as an afterthought wrote `Projects' underneath.  Putting the book down
he returned to the sleeping girl and began his inspection.

   Leaning close over Snow White and focussing through his round glasses
Doc began to hum happily to himself as he began to work his way over the
soft inviting body laid out in front of him.  He has happy.  He was
thinking Body Modifications.  He was thinking Operations.  He was thinking
Experiments.

   On the whole he thought that her face was nearly perfect.  Snow White's
skin glowed a healthy pale pink, her nose was cute, her brown eyes clear
and pretty.  Doc pushed a finger into her slack mouth, parting the lips to
explore into the moisture of her mouth.  And then, sliding his wet finger
up and along her lips pinched them tentatively.

   The first entries in Doc's notebook under `Projects' were 1. Plumper
lips.  Cock sucker.  Wet look.  2. Maybe remove teeth?  Behavior.

   Then back to her neck and down to her inviting breasts.  As she lay
sleeping, tied firmly on her back, each breast lolled slightly to one side
with its nipple pointing up into the air, rising and falling gently as she
breathed.  Doc squeezed each breast in turn, working round and feeling the
muscle strength.  He nodded approvingly to himself - young and firm.

   But it had to be said that although Snow White's breast size was
distinctly above average and very beautiful, Doc was greedy in that
department and had a particular fondness for milking tits that sprayed and
leaked when you squeezed them.  So - back to the notebook.

   3. Get pregnant asap.  Maximize milk production.

   On either side her nipples showed as perfectly round, flat topped, soft,
mushroom-coloured buttons set in two inch round fields of pinky brown
wrinkles and tiny bumps.  Very satisfactory, thought Doc - and promising.

   Tucked against the wall to Doc's left was his small fridge where he kept
his drinks and any medicines that needed to be kept at near freezing
temperature.  He shuffled over, opened the door and helped himself to the
nearest cube of ice from the top tray.

   Bending back again over his targets Doc began to stroke each nipple in
turn with the frozen ice.  At first, lightly running the ice across each
nubbin, sliding in its water as the edge of the cube melted and then, as
the nipples stirred, pressing down a little more firmly.  And sure enough,
muscles moved and contracted in response to the sudden cold shock and on
each side her nipples tightened and began to stand up and out.  Putting
aside his ice cube Doc gripped one nipple in each hand, between finger and
thumb, and began to roll and twist the tender flesh encouraging it to grow
as far as possible.

   Beneath his hands Snow White gasped in her sleep as she half registered
that her super sensitive nips were now being pulled and pinched as Doc
experimented to see how they felt as he squeezed them, how far out he could
pull them away from her chest.  But she was too strongly drugged into sleep
to be able to wake up.  Doc turned back to his notebook.

   4. Nipple length.  Inserts?

   From a shelf Doc brought out a can of hair lacquer spray and both of her
pink stalks were treated to a quick sharp burst of spray.  The spray was
very cold, making her nipples stand up even more sharply and then the
lacquer in the spray set almost at once to hold them there.  Doc knew that
it would give him something to take hold of for the next hour or two,
whenever he returned.

   Doc had never really taken to the look of studs and body piercing
(despite all his keen interest in surgery and body modifications) so there
was no thought in his mind to add a belly button piercing to his list as
his hands ran on down the girl's waist to her hips.

   Down below he stopped to inspect her bush.  In truth it was wispy and
light but it showed black against the soft pink of her skin and would have
to go.  Luckily hair remover - hair killer really - was one of Doc's top
selling lotions.  He had several jars ready made up waiting for customers
so it was easy just to reach one down.

   Opening the jar Doc's fingers scooped out a generous handful of the
cream and began to spread it thickly everywhere he could see any hair.  And
as Snow White's legs followed out the arms of his Y shaped table it was
easy enough for him to track down every last wisp and cover it all with
cream.

   A long time ago Doc had realised that a hair remover cream like this was
going to be used in some intimate places.  And his customers needed to
enjoy putting it on.  Although the cream was lethal to hair, killing it
right into the roots so that it never grew again, Doc had cleverly combined
into the cream other herbs and roots to make the experience surprisingly
pleasant.

   And so, as two or three minutes passed and her hair dissolved all that
Snow White half registered was a spreading warmth and glow that seemed to
reach into and out from her privates.  Her bottom wriggled ever so slightly
on the log - which was as far as it was able to move just then.

   Rinsing off the last of his patent hair remover cream from his hands Doc
took out another of his best sellers - Erotic Rub - that also had a
reputation right across the Forest.  Soft, slippery and subtly perfumed
this cream lubricated the skin and encouraged the most extreme reactions.
And it was safe to use in private areas - even internally.

   With Erotic Rub spread generously on both hands Doc leaned in to the
meeting point of the Y table and began to massage the cream into and around
Snow White's precious Honey Pot.  The newly cleared skin was raw and open
and soaked up the erotic charge.  Nerve endings began to throb and pulsate
as the Doc's strong hands worked into the flesh.

   Without the previous covering of hair Snow White's entrance was now
fully exposed.  It began like a pink horse-chestnut shell, enclosed and
private apart from the vertical crease.  But then, as the Erotic Rub's heat
began to work and as Doc's fingers massaged the firm flesh, the doors to
the shell began to open.  Doc's cream covered fingers took firm hold of the
girl's outer lips and ran up and down them squeezing and they began to puff
up and spread apart.  Doc accepted the invitation and leant in closer as
all 3 fingers from his right hand slid easily into Snow White.

   A surprising number of those living in the Forest could tell you tales
about evenings when they had surprised their females by generously applying
Doc's Erotic Rub to their organs before plunging in and how happy their
marriages had been for weeks afterwards.

   With his fingers sliding firmly into her tunnel it was only natural that
his thumb remained outside pressed firmly against her clit.  It only took a
little pressure from Doc's thumb, sliding easily back and forth across her
love button and Erotic Rub again worked its magic.  Some stroking up and
down the length of the growing little ridge and Doc was looking down at a
very healthy specimen in all its glory.

   Doc sighed in contentment.  For him, a happy clit was right up there
with milk filled, bulging breasts - a glory and a source of endless
pleasure.  So he eased his hand out from inside her tunnel and dipped it
again in the jar of Erotic Rub.  With one finger each side of her ridge he
began to slide up and down, nudging and squeezing a little to encourage her
clit to come out to play.  And out it came alright.

   With scientific interest Doc observed closely how much movement there
was in the hood as the head of the clit came clear.  Rubbing gently he
wondered if there was not some room for improvement there.  He turned again
to his notebook and wrote down a new entry.

   5. Clit operation?  Access?

   Doc turned back to his patient on the table and moved on to check on the
width of Snow White's channel.  With the first two fingers of both hands
inside her inner lips Doc pulled the lips apart.  Spreading the fingers
upwards and outwards showed him an inviting opening of pink flesh.  Very
satisfactory.  Withdrawing his left hand Doc bunched his right together and
pressed in.  Sure enough the widest point of his hand was resisted by the
outer ring of flesh and muscle and was kept out.  Excellent.  Nice and
tight.  No adjustments needed there.

   For the moment there was one more point on Doc's tour of inspection. 
Slipping his hand in under Snow White's derriere Doc's finger traced the
path along the small slip of smooth flesh that led to her rear door.  One
slippery finger was pushed up and Doc noticed that things were a little
tight.

   6. Open up rear.

   That concluded Doc's initial tour as he was not going to bother with
Snow White's legs and feet for the moment.  He was delighted.  So much to
do and so many Sundays stretching ahead in which to do it all.  Where to
start?  Doc checked over the notes that he had made in his notebook,
hesitated for a moment and then decided that he could now make a start.

   Many of his forest customers needed help on matters to do with getting
pregnant or stopping getting pregnant so Doc was something of an expert. 
For getting pregnant he recommended a hormone and nutrient rich liquid
which could be injected anywhere into your body, that seemed to stimulate
all that was needed for a female to get pregnant very rapidly indeed.  The
only downside for the moment was that the fertility hormones were almost
too strong so that quite often its use led to multiple births.  But that
wasn't going to be a problem in this case, Doc felt sure.

   Filling his syringe with the green liquid Doc thought that he might as
well indulge himself.  As the hormones could be injected anywhere into his
patient's body why not into her nipples?  And so while Snow White slept Doc
leaned over her and carefully pressed the needle right into the tip of her
nipple.  Half of the liquid one side and half the other.

   And while his thoughts were running on filling Snow White's breasts
bulging with milk in the future there was something that might just help
for the moment.  This cream was still at the experimental stage and not for
sale to his clients.  But he had faith that it might well work out really
well and anyway, why not give it a try?

   For the application this time Doc needed his gloves so he pulled on thin
latex protection before dipping his hand into the test cream.  He had made
it from nettles, poison ivy juice and 5% a stinging oil harvested from
wasps.  All mixed and suspended in chili oil.  The result was a pale green
cream which Doc now spread all over the sleeping girl's bust.  Dipping
again and again into his jar Doc worked the cream especially into her nips
but also squeezed and squashed right round her mammaries until it seemed to
have soaked in.  Glancing at her face he almost wished that she had been
awake so that he could have noted how she had reacted as the cream began to
work its way in.  Ah, well he would soon see if things reacted the way he
hoped.

   And as an afterthought Doc also took out a large blob of the cream and
spent a few further minutes applying it all down and around her sweet clit.
A good scientist always checks his experiments twice, Doc thought to
himself.  He sat back up, re-checked his notebook and decided that he
should now turn his attention back to her nipples.

   In one of his cupboards Doc had stored a most powerful vacuum cleaner
and now it was pulled out.  He had used it many times in the past in his
operations and knew that among the attachments was a narrow tube that would
do very well for his next adjustment to Snow White.

   Sure enough he found the narrow attachment, fitted it to the hose and
switched on the cleaner.  Immediately the room was filled with a whistling
sucking sound as the megawatt cleaner drew air down the tube.  At the
highest point of Snow White's sleeping chest her two nipples, glued into
erection with the lacquer were beginning to droop a little.  But not when
the tube reached down for them.

   As the narrow tube approached her right nipple it seemed to quiver and
reach up towards the tube, so Doc played with it for the moment, moving the
nozzle back and forwards just above the nipple to enjoy how it stretched
and moved.  Very close to the head of the nipple and it seemed desperate to
rush into the tube so Doc allowed it to have its way, bringing the tube
down across Snow White's areola.  With a loud sucking sound, flesh
disappeared up to tube, forced up by the sheer power of the cleaner until
all of her nipple and the surrounding areola had been drawn up and
disappeared.

   With scientific precision Doc looked at his watch and noted the time. 
He would give it two minutes to begin with at full power.

   Precisely after two minutes Doc pulled the tube up and away from her
reluctant breast and moved it straight over and onto her left nipple where
the process was repeated - this time for five minutes.

   With his tape Doc studied the flushed and bruised flesh that had emerged
from the tube and decided that two minutes had achieved a nipple length of
three quarters of an inch.  Of course it was now beginning to shrink back
to something nearer its original length but perhaps if he was ready with a
scalpel and an insert of hard wood Snow White could find herself the proud
owners of permanently erect nipples nearly an inch long.

   While the vacuum cleaner worked away on her left nipple Doc began his
next adjustment.  He reached down a jar of strong vegetable dye from a
shelf and opened it.  Finding a small brush her dipped in the brush and
began to carefully paint the dye around Snow White's right nipple.  As the
dye sank into her flesh he could see that from now onwards her nipple and
areola would be an encouraging bright red.

   When the slightly more than five minutes were up and he had removed the
tube from her left side Doc again measured.  This time he was sure that the
nipple had been stretched a little further - heading towards the full inch
that he had set as his target.  So perhaps it would take a little time and
application but he was confident that she would get there soon enough.

   Happily Doc turned off the vacuum cleaner and returned to painting the
red dye over her left side, to even things up.  The centre of Snow White's
breasts now stood out like two dramatic targets - centres of attention.

   It was around this point that Snow White began to stir a little and
murmured in her dreams as her brain struggled to fight back through the
drugs to the everyday reality.  Doc knew that this meant that his time was
running out, for this Sunday, and that he should begin to start thinking
about getting her back in time to prepare supper for the workers.

   He had been a good scientist so far intent on his experiments so perhaps
he could allow himself a little fun.  Moving round the operating table to
Snow White's head he reached underneath.  When she had been tied down for
the day's work, her head had been carefully positioned by Doc so that her
neck crossed a hinge held up by a bolt that he now drew.  Immediately the
top section of the table and Snow White's head dropped down pulling open
her sweet mouth.

   Reaching down to the front of his trousers Doc released his bloated tool
and advanced towards the invitation.  As a precaution he placed small
pieces of wood on either side of Snow White's gaping mouth - just in case
she bit down in shock and did damage to Doc.  Secure and safe, Doc was then
able to slide the head of his tool firmly forward into the moist, warm
interior of Snow White's mouth.  A slide or two against and around her
tongue and he was all lubricated up and ready to go and Doc went at it.

   And so the first thing that Snow White was aware of as she returned to
consciousness after registering that she was naked and tied down on Doc's
operating table was the strange choking intrusion in her mouth and throat
as her tonsils were sprayed with a jet of Doc's finest.  Instinctively she
swallowed and wondered at how her world had changed so quickly.

   Later that evening Snow White was back in her familiar kitchen preparing
the meal for the working dwarves.  Back dressed in the remains of her
outfit such as it was.  Bare legs where her long yellow skirt used to be,
bare feet where her shoes used to be and above all the way that her tits
swung exposed in the ruins of her blouse meant that she could hardly forget
that the rules were now different.

   But as she eased their casserole into the oven Snow White could not help
remembering so many Sunday evenings together that they had enjoyed.  Grace
at the meal, a hymn sung together to remind them that it was the Lord's Day
and happy conversation together round the table.  What had been so wrong
with that?  she wondered.

   She had little idea of course at what had happened in the day but she
had some clues.  When she had begun to put her clothes back on she could
not help but notice the new bald area down below and the startling flash of
bright red at the centre of her breasts.  But nothing hurt and there were
no bruises.  Perhaps everything would soon be alright again, if she was
patient.  Boys will be boys she knew.

   Perhaps she hoped that if they all sat around the table eating together
as they always had, talking to her about their day in the mines,
complimenting her on the food, the nightmare would end and everything would
return to how it had been.  But she never had the chance.

   As the group of six working dwarves came into the house it was obvious
at once from their excitement and wildness that they were ready for more
and that Snow White was very much still their sex toy.  No sooner had she
put the plates of food onto the table in front of them than she found
herself in a corner of the kitchen, on her knees on the wooden floor, hands
tied behind her back and unable to speak because there was now a dishcloth
stuffed into her mouth.  Sadly she realised that no one was interested in
discussing their day with her any more.

   Of course Doc was the centre of attention as he shared the story of his
day at the surgery and his plans for remodeling Snow White.  And when Snow
White was allowed to stand up and clear plates away to bring out the
pudding she was forced to lift her skirt to show everyone her fresh pink
look downstairs as well receiving much attention to her bright red nipples.

   As the pudding was eaten by the dwarves and wine was drunk all seven
agreed for their own reasons that it would be a great idea if Snow White's
tits swelled and filled with milk - which meant that she needed to get
pregnant.  In the corner Snow White could hardly believe her ears as she
listened to her seven closest friends argue about which of them should be a
father to her future child.  And then came jokes about whether her children
would be dwarves or take after her and one or two drunken remarks about
what might happen to the children later on when they grew up.

   But in the end it was agreed that the only fair way forward was for all
of them to mate with Snow White every day until she was taken pregnant. 
That way no one would be sure which of the dwarves was the father and -
anyway - perhaps the best sperm would have won.  Somehow all of the dwarves
except perhaps Dopey privately thought that they would win and be the
father.

   Bashful was generally felt to be the best with tools so he volunteered
to run up a wooden mating frame.  Again, after much discussion during which
she was ignored, the design for the mating frame was worked out and agreed,
sketched in rough.  To the front would be a horizontal bar with three
holes, hinged so that it could open in two sections.  This would be like an
old fashion stocks on the village screen so that while Snow White's head
was trapped in the centre hole her wrists would be held tight in the
smaller holes to either side.

   At the same height and a little further back would then come a second
bar crossing the frame with a rounded edge, designed to take Snow White's
weight somewhere around her navel.  Which left clear space ahead for her
upper body and free access to her dangling breasts.

   At the back of the frame were the uprights to which, at the bottom
corners, her heels could be fastened.  Overall it should mean that Snow
White was stretched out and available from all directions.  Excited by the
project Bashful promised to go to work the next morning to have the frame
ready for use as soon as possible.  And he assured them that he would make
sure that the frame was set at the right height!

   But that was for tomorrow.  The dwarves had worked up a head of steam
and were ready to push through some barriers before calling time on the
day. So not long afterwards Snow White found herself draped diagonally
across their dining room table, face down and tied down.  She was acutely
aware of how her weight was mashing her breasts against the surface of the
table forcing them to spread out sideways under her.  That and the way that
the back of her skirt had been thrown up onto her back so that what stuck
out from the end of the table was her completely naked backside.  With her
feet pulled to each side there was nothing that she could do except focus
on the interesting rubbing point where the corner of the table under her
ground into her clit.  She really could not see what was happening behind
her so she just decided to close her eyes.

   The table was a little high for the dwarves so there was a pause while a
mounting block of suitable size was found and put in place.  Snow White
winced as a small hand pushed the remains of their pudding firmly into her
slot.  And it wasn't long before one by one each of the dwarves slid
himself in to her damp hole and went to work.  She tried not to pay
attention to which was which.  What did it matter at this stage?  Instead
she gave herself up to the jerking movement forward and back as they thrust
into her.  But of course she knew when each in turn paused and squirted
their juices down towards her womb and she counted them through one to
seven.  And she wondered if tonight would be the night when she became
pregnant.  And there was a little bit of warmth still in her life - because
she knew that they still needed her.

   3. Monday - Grumpy

   Grumpy often complained that his name meant that he was misunderstood.
It was more of a nickname really, he would explain to anyone who would
listen.  The plain fact was that he was a man's man - or a dwarf's dwarf to
be more accurate - and a little on the obstinate side when it came to
standing up for his rights.  The way the world should be without uppity
women trying to wreck everything.

   Most of all the seven Grumpy looked back at their life before Snow White
arrived as a golden time of freedom and happiness.  What had they gained
apart for a little improvement in the cooking in return for the constant
stream of criticism from her mouth?  Don't make a mess, tidy your bed,
don't be late, wash your hands, no more drinking, stop smoking, pay
attention - it never stopped and he had had enough.  Shut the fuck up and
start sucking was going to be the new way!

   While he had worked in the mines yesterday he had of course begun to
make plans for his Monday in his head.  He was going to make sure that
Mondays from now onwards were the best days in the week for him and
probably the worst for Snow White.  And he had decided that he should start
with a little gratuitous pain and punishment just to remind Snow White who
was now in charge.

   In the old days Grumpy's hut in the garden had been where the beer and
television was.  A gang room for lying back and taking it easy.  Since She
had arrived it had been empty almost all the time but now it was being
brought back into action as an entertainment centre.

   Which is why Snow White found herself inside his hut suspended in a most
dangerous position.  Her legs were tied out to the side, attached to the
feet of heavy chairs, so that she was stretched as wide as could be.  Her
wrists were tied together and then the rope went up and around a beam in
the ceiling.  But tied in such a way that she leant out and forward like
the figurehead of a ship.  Which of course meant that gravity played its
role and her fat tits swung out ahead of her.

   Grumpy stood in front of her admiring the view.  Snow White made another
attempt at winning him back.

   "Grumpy dear I know you're angry with me.  It must be my fault and I am
really sorry.  But if you would only just let me down I am sure we could
talk and work out a new...." At which point Grumpy's right hand swung hard
and fast, smashing into her hanging left breast.  "Ooow!" gasped Snow White
in shock.

   Grumpy of course paid no attention as he enjoyed the way that the tit
flesh moved and slammed against its neighbour like one of those office desk
toys with silver balls.  So his left hand took its turn and smacked her
right side as hard as it could.  It felt really good so Grumpy happily
began to indulge himself and for more than five minutes the slaps rained
down until Snow White's frontage burned a flushed deep pink.

   Snow White was moaning quietly to herself trying her best to be brave
when Grumpy paused for breath and reached out with his right hand to seize
a nipple.  He pinched down hard which made Snow White's mouth open and her
eyes widen.  He had her attention.

   "Now Cunt here are some reminders of the new rules around here.  Pay
attention.  You are now the lowest of the low, Cunt.  Bottom of the food
chain and so you do exactly what we say, at once, understand?  And if you
are slow you will feel the pain.  Got it?" And to emphasize the point he
squeezed down hard on her nipple again with his finger nails and pulled
hard.

   "Yes, Grumpy" she gasped.

   "Yes Grumpy Sir I think it will be from now on, don't you?"

   "Yes, Grumpy Sir" she repeated obediently.

   He released her nipple but moved over to start on the other side.

   "I am going to train you Cunt until you can never remember a time when
you were anything but our happy little sex slave.  And you are going to get
there quickly because it will hurt so much if you don't - understand?" And
another sharp pinch made Snow White nod her head to show that she had got
the message.

   "So, just in case you think I'm joking I think it is time for a free
sample, don't you?"

   Of course, the way that Snow White was suspended leaning out and
forwards also meant that her pert derriere was offered up invitingly and
Grumpy thought it was now due some attention.  He had already cut himself a
switch from a long, whippy branch of a hazel tree in the garden and now he
collected it up.

   Standing behind the girl Grumpy's left hand stroked the soft round skin
of her rear end appreciating the silken feel.  His right hand swished the
switch a couple of times and then brought the switch down hard on her
cheeks.  Snow White cried out at the sudden sharp pain and for a moment her
back arched to try to escape the next blow.  But down they came again and
again.

   Grinning happily to himself Grumpy would reach out to stroke the pink
lines that gradually began to develop across her bottom and changed his
position slightly to see if he could make the pattern spread into new
areas. Sometimes he had to use back-hand blows.  And when he tired of
thrashing her bottom Grumpy's hand went lower and stroked between her legs
along her lips before the switch began to bite again, upwards this time,
right into her snatch.

   From Snow White's shrieks and tears he got the impression that Lesson
One had now been learned.  Doc threw down the switch and came back round to
face her face again.

   "You have no idea how much I could hurt you, Cunt.  No idea.  Don't make
me show you."

   Through her tears Snow White nodded quickly.

   "Yes, Grumpy Sir.  I'll be good."

   "Well then there is a game on this afternoon which I am planning to
watch so we need to get some beer in.  So, when I cut you loose you will
get your clothes back on and we are going down to the store."

   Snow White panicked as she imagined herself for the first time leaving
their little house and arriving at their local forest store in her new
style of clothing.  Or lack of clothing if you prefer.

   "But Grumpy Sir, everyone will see me hanging out.  I can't go ......"
At which point Grumpy felt that he had to smash slap her tits again because
she was such a poor learner.  Snow White quickly collected herself so that
when he asked "You were saying?" this time she bit her lip and nodded.  She
could only do as she was told.

   The forest store was not that far away - just over a mile perhaps - but
Grumpy saw no reason to walk there or to carry back his beers when he could
ride.  The dwarves had kept a small pony once and there still was a bright
green painted cart that the pony used to pull.  A cushioned seat wide
enough to take 2 of the dwarves and then ahead the poles between which the
pony had been harnessed.  And it was this trap that Grumpy planned to bring
back into use.

   Some time later and back in her familiar clothes Snow White was
harnessed into position between the poles.  On either side, each arm was
lashed to a pole.  Her fingertips at the end of the pole and then tight
loops of thin rope, binding her arms right back as far as her elbows.  That
was all that held her in position but it was enough.

   She found that the trap was a little small for her as she was taller
than the pony had been.  The trap could only move forwards with the poles
horizontal and to achieve this Snow White found that she had to stoop down
a little, bend forwards and stick her ass up in the air.  Grumpy felt that
this was very satisfactory but adjusted the top of her yellow skirt high up
onto her back so her naked rear was fully presented to him.

   Climbing into his seat with a whip in his hand, Grumpy cracked the whip
across her backside and with a jerk Snow White and the trap moved off. 
Very quickly Snow White learned that as long as she made sure that the trap
was in balance it was not too heavy to pull.  And luckily there were no
hills to negotiate between the house and the village store.  So she leaned
forwards and drove the trap on, feet splashing through the muddy puddles
along the so familiar forest path.  Grumpy sat back, traveling in style and
just had to flick out his whip from time to time to encourage her.

   The forest store was run by an elderly couple Frank and Betty Jackman.
They had been there as long as anyone could remember and of course knew
Snow White very well as one of their regular customers.  And although the
old couple smiled as they greeted her when she entered their shop it was
only because they were glad of her business.  Privately when they spoke of
her in the evening they agreed that she was one snooty lady who could do
with being taken down a peg or two.  And when they looked up out of the
shop front window to see Grumpy parking up the trap with Snow White
harnessed in the poles they knew that the day had come.

   Delighted at the view, Frank and Betty stepped out to welcome Grumpy and
to admire his new transport.

   "What to do think?" asked Grumpy gesturing towards the captive girl. 
"Like her?"

   "Heh, heh!  Maybe your horse could take us for a ride sometime.  We
don't get out much any more and she sure looks ready to go," suggested
Frank with a wink.

   "Why not - but give me a few days to break her in a little first.  You
know how it is.  But then, sure, we'll fix something up."

   Frank's eyes twinkled as he took in the possibilities.  "You know Grumpy
you could take her to the next stage without too much difficulty.  A bit
and bridle, some reins and harness.  Maybe we could fix her up with a tail
to wave.  And I reckon that some high stepping shoes might just change the
way things move at the rear end, know what I mean?"

   "Great.  Sounds good to me - but I'm not going to rush anything.  This
one needs a little special handling before she is good to go."

   While the boys were discussing the mechanics at the rear end Betty had
taken her chance to make a point.  Arriving very close to Snow White's face
as she tried very hard to disappear into the background, Betty took her
under the chin and lifted the girl's head so that she looked straight into
Betty's gloating smile.

   "Hello little horsey.  And how are you today?  A little tied up I see"
and Betty laughed at her own joke.  Snow White felt so humiliated as she
felt the heat rise into her face with extreme embarrassment.  What would Mr
and Mrs Jackman think?  And they would tell everyone else...

   Betty's long bony fingers brushed reassuringly down her cheeks.  "There
there my dear.  I think you are looking very pretty today."

   And as Snow White quieted the old lady's bent a little as her hands
reached down to grab round the nearest breast that hung beneath her so
invitingly.  The full weight of the breast was near the bottom so that it
almost made a tear drop shape - like a drop of water leaving the tap -
swinging lightly beneath the helpless girl.

   Betty had done her fair share of milking in her time - goats as well as
cows - so it was with practiced hands she took hold of the centre of Snow
White's first breast and squeezed down.  But three or four full milking
motions only proved that as yet there was nothing to be milked from her so
Betty contented herself with a few tugs of her nipples.  And a flick of her
fingers.

   "Just decoration so far, I see" the old dear commented.  And with one
hand running down Snow White's naked back she came back to ask Grumpy what
he wanted to buy.

   The three of them went into the store and Grumpy bought two boxes of
beer and a very large pizza which, he reckoned, should see him through the
game.  But the store had a small hot food section in one corner and
Grumpy's large nose caught the smell of hot dogs turning under the griller.
Maybe a couple of hot dogs would go down well, he thought.

   Seeing him at the hot dog machine Betty slyly suggested that maybe his
new horse was hungry and would enjoy a sausage.  Grumpy laughed and said
that she should go out and ask her.  So from the front of the shop Betty
called across to Snow White "How about a nice sausage dear to keep you
going?"

   To Snow White this seemed friendly and almost like the old days so she
automatically answered "That would be very welcome, Mrs Jackman" in a
polite voice.

   But when she reported back in the shop Grumpy smiled and shook his head.
"I am afraid that she won't be able to eat it until we get home, Betty. 
You know how it is when she is working.  Don't want to distract her.  So
what shall we do?"

   And Betty twinkled back "Maybe she could put it away somewhere and have
it later?  Somewhere where it wouldn't be a temptation?"

   "About as far away from her mouth as she could go?" suggested Grumpy and
they laughed together.  "And I know that she likes them with a lot of
ketchup and mustard - so don't hold back."

   Old Betty took a paper napkin and selected the largest sausage left on
the griller and sure enough, she ran a double portion of ketchup and then
another double portion of mustard up and down its full length.  Feeling
very pleased with herself the old lady and Grumpy headed outside again to
feed the horse.

   Snow White's rear end still stood ready and Betty positioned herself,
holding on to the end of the sausage.  "If you please, Grumpy.  Will you
kindly open the doors a little" the old lady asked politely.  Grumpy was
glad to reach in and help and as he held Snow White's outer lips open
Betty's fingers spread a good portion of slippery ketchup with just a hint
of mustard around the mouth of her hole.  And with a firm push the hot,
freshly cooked sausage slid into her.  Snow White gave a little scream and
tried to close her muscles but that of course was too late by then.

   The entire sausage had disappeared into her channel but Grumpy was not
sure that it would stay there on their journey home.  So Betty went back
into the shop to search for something that would help.  What she found was
a large plaster that she opened and spread right across the girl's slit. 
Betty patted the full round space with satisfaction.  "That should do it."

   So they were ready to go and Grumpy loaded up the 2 boxes of beer and
his large pizza which fitted nicely beside him on the seat.  With thanks to
Frank and Betty for their help and promises to let them know when his new
horse would be ready to borrow, Grumpy waved and set of back home. 
"Giddy-up there" and he cracked his whip neatly across Snow White's now
very stuffed backside.

   The very full feeling in her cunt mixed with the effect of the mustard
and maybe the ketchup too filled Snow White with some confusion.  She just
had never felt anything like it before and it was all too much for her at
the moment.  So she thought that she would just ignore that part of her,
thank you very much, and instead concentrate on getting back home again to
the safety of her old home.

   She had to push a little harder to take the weight of the beer boxes but
she could do it.  In fact the hardest bit was when Grumpy decided to make
her speed up by whipping her ass and shouting that she should go faster but
luckily that had only been for a short burst.

   Once home Grumpy untied her from the poles and sent her off to the
kitchen in the main house to put his pizza on and to store the beer into
the dwarves largest fridge to keep cool.  He turned on the large TV in his
den and settled onto the sofa ready to enjoy the game.

   More training, he thought, so he called Snow White to come to him.  And
he noticed that already she quite naturally stood quietly in front of him,
hands behind her back, tits out in front of course, waiting to receive
instruction.  "Yes, Grumpy Sir?" It was going well.

   Alright Cunt I don't want you walking all over the place getting in the
way so that I can't see the game, so for this part of the afternoon you are
going to move on your knees.  As soon as that pizza is done I want you in
here with my pizza on a plate and a fine bottle of cold beer.  On your
knees of course and don't be spilling anything.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Grumpy Sir" the girl answered.

   "Out you go then and that's the last time I want to see you on your feet
until I tell you that that I am ready for you to stand up again."

   And as the teams began to warm up sure enough back came Snow White on
her knees carefully trying to move forwards while holding the beer in her
right hand and the plate of pizza in her left.  Kneeling just to one side
of Grumpy she offered him his meal and waited to hear what she should do
next.

   Taking a swig of beer and large chew of pizza Grumpy made some
suggestions.

   "You're such a lucky girl, Cunt, being given a free sausage like that by
your friends at the store.  Doesn't happen every day, does it now?  And
I'll bet you're hungry for it now and want to eat it up.  Well this is what
you are going to do.

   I want you to shuffle over to that corner over there and turn around so
that you are facing me.  Sit back on your heels and you should be able to
reach down and take that plaster off that Betty put on you and that should
help you find that sausage.

   But you can't eat it yet - that would be far too easy, wouldn't it?  So
I want you to pull it out just a little so that you can get a firm hold and
then you are going to kneel there frigging yourself with the sausage.  I
want to hear you go at it and I will know if you try to fake it - believe
me - and then there will be serious pain.  Understand?  Only when you have
come big time can you eat the sausage and I won't mind if you fetch
yourself a little extra ketchup.  But I want to see it going down."

   "But Grumpy Sir, I...  I...  can't do things like that.  They're so
dirty and I never .... ...  have......  really" she pleaded.  But a cross
look from Grumpy's thick black eyebrows and she knew that once again she
had no choice.

   And so as the game got going so did Snow White.  Eyes tight shut and
mouth open the sweet girl sat back on her heels and began to work the
sausage in and out of her slit.  The sausage was no longer as hot as it had
been at first of course but it had been kept nice and warm by her body as
it had travelled inside her.  On the whole Snow White had to admit that the
sensation was rather good as she bore down, hoping that the sausage would
not split inside her.

   Life is getting better and better, thought Grumpy as he downed the beer.
What to watch, the game or the humper, the game or the humper?  Decisions,
decisions "Left fingers into your mouth" he told her sharply and
instinctively Snow White followed instruction and began to suck at her left
hand's fingers.  Doing as she was told like a good girl.

   "Now use those fingers to rub your clit, Cunt.  You remember where that
is, don't you?"

   And that was how after a short burst of increasing effort Snow White
reached her first climax in all the time that she had lived with the seven
dwarves.  Her head was thrown back, damp hair against her face as she
gasped deeply and then cried out in fullfilment.

   "OK Slut.  Now you can eat it" allowed Grumpy and he returned to the
game.  And a little later Snow White was sent shuffling out on her knees to
fetch the next bottle of beer and the rest of the pizza and so the
afternoon rolled by.

   Kneeling up quietly in her corner Snow White was left in peace until the
game reached is half time pause.  Grumpy was always irritated by the
commentators who seemed to be just full of themselves and to know nothing
so he turned down the sound with his remote and scowled at Snow White.

   "Here Cunt" and he pointed down right between his legs.  When she had
nestled in with her face right in front of him he reached out with his left
hand to pull down her jaw and open her mouth.  And in his right hand began
to tip a bottle of beer into her throat.  As she spluttered he held her
face to make sure that it all went down and indeed Snow White swallowed
hard until she had reached the end of the bottle.

   Releasing her jaw Grumpy left the end of the bottle still inside her
mouth and began to move it slowly in and out sensuously over her lips.

   "Make you think of anything Slut?" he asked with a grin.  "It sure will
do soon."

   And removing the bottle his hands went down to lift up the bottom of his
red tunic and to push down his brown trousers revealing a very healthy
erection standing just under Snow White's amazed face.

   "Right hand" Grumpy instructed - "put your fingers around the base and
hold tight.  Not too tight.  Just like that."

   "And now I want to see your tongue.  Unless you want to be filled with
pain again, it is time for that tongue to go to work on the head of my
prick.  I want to see it wet."

   Snow White of course was appalled at this sudden challenge but as she
hesitated nervously Grumpy's hand pushed her head down firmly so really she
was started whether she like it or not.  And her tongue began to lick and
swirl and really it wasn't so bad after all she thought to herself with
some relief.

   "Now for this time I'm not in any sort of hurry" went on Grumpy "so you
are going to take everything slow and make it last a good long time.  Keep
on with that tongue but move on down now so that all my head is in your
nice warm wet mouth and make it feel at home.  I don't want any great
action so no sucking or blowing.  Just a warm welcome while your tongue
keeps at it, working around.  Aaagh, yes that seems to be about right....
Keep it up Cunt."

   And as the game re-started Grumpy was able to enjoy it from pole
position, as it were, hands either side of Snow White's head, rocking and
moving her a little from time to time to keep things interesting.  But
inevitably there came a point when the itch was growing just a little too
strongly for him and then it was no longer quite so comfortable for Snow
White as Grumpy's hands gripped her tightly and forced her head rapidly up
and down his bloated dwarfhood.  And when the dwarf cried out to celebrate
his explosion and creamy gunk poured deep into Snow White's throat he
clutched her head to his groin making sure that he was as deep down as
possible inside her.

   She licked him off and was sent off to begin work on their evening meal
with a swipe to her ass.  Grumpy returned to his beer and thought that
Mondays were working out a bit special for him.

   That evening, once again as the seven dwarves excitedly ate their
evening meal Snow White was not invited to join them and knelt up in her
new position in a corner of the kitchen.  But of course she was the main
subject of conversation as the others listened with interest to Grumpy's
stories of training and the trip out to the store.  Each of the others
couldn't wait for their turn to come round.

   But in the evening of course it was share and share alike.  So once Doc
had again given her a daily injection of get-pregnant-quick hormones and
had lifted and felt her tits to see if the experimental cream had changed
anything - and decided that there was some definite progress but maybe some
further steps were needed - then they decided to enjoy a little game of
pass the parcel.

   In a way it was like one of the games that Snow White had organised in
the quiet evenings before things had really changed for ever.  But now with
more drink and noise and fewer boundaries.

   Snow White still got tied up of course.  This time her wrists were bound
either side of her neck in a way that kept her hands up and well out of the
way.  And Doc was happy to introduce a good dollop of Erotic Rub into her
channel to lubricate the way and start the ball sliding, so to speak.

   The game was really quite easy as it happened.  Rock and roll filled the
air as seven chairs were placed into a circle and each dwarf brought his
own supply of drink and took his place.  Shifts were raised, trousers
pushed down and Snow White in the centre of the circle realised that she
was surrounded by a circle of raised poles and she was expected to be the
pole dancer tonight.

   Doc as usual was the one who started them off pulling the girl down onto
his prick.  And then as soon as she had hit rock bottom he gripped her
waist and she was pulled up and down the full length of his rod seven
times. Seven was their lucky number of course.  And after seven strokes the
parcel was passed to his left where her empty places were just as quickly
filled up by Sneezy.

   And round the circle she went.  The rules were that any dwarf who came
dropped out.  If he had drooped a little when his turn came then he could
choose to pass once, take a quick finger fuck as a freebie, but would be
out the second time around if things were still soft.  And the last one
standing would be the winner.

   But luckily for Snow White the dwarves proved rather strong in the
staying up department.  Something to do with their youth and their genes or
the healthy life they led but for whatever reason they went down only after
something had burst into Snow White's spasming channel.  And Happy emerged
as the big winner.

   And his prize, as agreed, was that for tonight Snow White would not
sleep in the kitchen on her chain but instead with Happy in his bed on her
chain.  Available and just to hand.

   Bashful had promised that the new mating frame would be ready for them
by the next evening.  But they knew that things were still fair and level
between them.  In the race to be the father of her children all the dwarves
had come inside her warm insides at pretty much the same time.  So no one
had an unfair advantage.

   4. Tuesday - Bashful

   Bashful and Dopey had always been the two dwarves that Snow White had
been closest to.  She had never felt threatened by them but instead had
wanted to protect and look after them.

   And for his part Bashful woke up into his Tuesday when he had Snow White
all to himself for the first time, still uncertain what he wanted to do
with her.  He was deeply excited by the radical shift that had taken place
in their life, loved the way that she was now under their joint control and
was crazy about the way she went about their home bare-fronted and open to
abuse.  But, mainly he felt, that had all been down to Doc and Grumpy.  He
still had some barriers to cross.

   And so it was that when the others had gone off to work and Bashful was
left facing Snow White in the kitchen and she waited to hear his
instructions for the day she was surprised to see him blush and ask if they
could go on a picnic.  No, he quickly corrected himself, we are going on a
picnic - so get things ready - and be quick about it.

   This was at last a return to the old days so Snow White busied herself
happily in the kitchen putting together a nice mixture of things for them
to eat and drink on the picnic.  Realizing that Bashful had to be treated
like a man now Snow White even stashed a couple of bottles of beer in the
back pack without thinking anything of it.

   And when she was done she hoisted the back pack onto her shoulders and
they set off together for their picnic.  Snow White knew which way to go
because they always went towards the same clearing - a large open space in
which they could sit and enjoy the sunshine and the grass.

   And as they walked through the wood they chatted in the old way, Snow
White bright and happy as she pointed out familiar flowers and animal
friends.  They were virtually hand in hand by the time they reached the
clearing and Snow White began to set out the picnic.  She spread out their
rug and laid out an array of food tubs, cutlery, glasses and bottles just
so.  Everything was ready.  And it was only when she settled down on the
rug on one elbow, very close to Bashful that she remembered her naked
breasts with their bright red centres suddenly very much within reach of
the young dwarf.

   After a moment's pause it perhaps was not then a complete surprise for
the girl when Bashful's hand reached out and took hold of the nearest
breast.  But his grip was hesitant and his stroke was gentle so that Snow
White relaxed and pressed gently back against his hand as the fingers
explored and brushed down her soft flesh.  And when his thumb rubbed right
across her nipple - maybe more sensitive than ever now due to Doc's trial
cream - Snow White caught her breath with a little gasp.

   "Do you like them, Bashful dear?  Do they please you?" she asked coyly
looking up at him.  And Bashful just smiled and took a larger handful.  And
it seemed totally natural when his mouth followed and moved in towards the
target.  Snow White shivered as his tongue reached out to lick at her
nipple and drew in her breath as his warm mouth enveloped her tit and
sucked in as much as possible.

   Some deep memory or instinct gripped Bashful as he settled into suckling
Snow White's breast.  In his mouth he could feel the delicious rubbery
stalk at the centre and the soft flesh that flowed and pulled so softly
round his lips.  He was in heaven and happy.  And Snow White responded as a
hand went round the back of Bashful's head and she cradled him into her,
enjoying the sharp pleasure of his rhythmic sucking.

   After some minutes Bashful moved to fresh pastures as he switched sides
and adjusted to her other breast but the result was the same.  Bliss, baby,
bliss.

   By the time Bashful was lying on his back, face flushed with excitement,
Snow White felt absurdly pleased with herself.  Perhaps it was the hormonal
excitement released when her breasts were sucked so hard or perhaps it was
just the relief that one of her friends was being nice to her again but she
was happy and bustled around setting out the food and drink for Bashful
almost as if he was her boyfriend.

   But she knew that there was an agenda now that still need to be sorted
out so as she passed Bashful his first glass of beer she asked:

   "Have you thought, Bashful dear, what you want to do?  You know, with
me."

   And because he was so shy for a long moment Bashful was silent unwilling
to answer as he drank his beer down.  But then he managed to speak it out -
"I'm going to spank you."

   That was unexpected and Snow White was startled but she rallied.

   "What do I need to do then?"

   But Bashful told her that he was happy to wait until they had eaten
their picnic.  So, they began to tuck into their food and drink, Snow White
passing to him each piece that she had packed especially for him and all
the time the shadow of the spanking hung over her.

   Two beers later and feeling nicely full Bashful settled his back against
a tree trunk and called the girl to him.  She spread across his knees so
that her bottom hung handily past his right knee while her breasts hung
down nicely outside his left knee.  But by accident or otherwise her left
hand ended trapped under her body and no one seemed to notice or care very
much.

   As Bashful cleared away her short little skirt her sweet rounded ass sat
up in view.  Bashful's right hand stroked the flesh encouragingly and then
swatted down hard.  And at the same time it was easy and natural for his
left hand to reach out to hold the soft tit flesh on the other side.

   And so Bashful gave her a very good first spanking.  And without really
thinking about it Snow White's left hand connected with her snatch so that
as the spanks rained down she began to rub at her clit and the harder the
blows came down the harder she rubbed.

   What with the strong fingers pulling at her nipples, the even stronger
hand smacking down on her pink behind and her own hard rubbing at her juicy
clit, everything of course came to a very satisfactory solution as Snow
White climaxed noisily and Bashful's first spanking came to an end.

   Flushed and excited Snow White found that she was ready for more and
without really knowing what she was doing fluttered her pretty eyelashes up
at her new hero.

   "Oh, Bashful dear!" she breathed as she smiled at him.

   "Bashful Sir, I think we agreed" corrected the dwarf remembering what
Grumpy had told them all the previous night.  And Snow White lowered her
eyes to him.

   "Yes, Bashful Sir.  Of course."

   And to the girl's own surprise Snow White instinctively did something
that she would be really uncomfortable admitting to - she took up a new
position on her knees, head down by her hands and ass firmly raised into
the air.  Snow White was ready for more and was offering herself.  And it
was her own idea.

   Everything was very wet and puffed up and excited down there - or now up
there - and when Bashful's fingers arrived he discovered how silky and
slidy her delicious flesh had become.  So he stroked and felt and Snow
White quivered as he ran his fingers around her inner gates, just inside,
back out and up to her now very perky clit.  And when the dwarf leaned in
and his tongue snaked out and licked right up and over the nub the girl
gasped and almost came again right there.

   All three of Bashful's fingers were now slipping in and out of her
entrance and as he pressed down to enter further in she could feel a rather
exciting sense of the full width of his hand stuffing at her, pushing her
out and wide and as open as possible.  And the bones of his hands worked
against nerve endings in her muscles in a way that was taking the girl to
places that she had never visited before.

   And maybe she was greedy for more and made a special effort to pull his
hand in or maybe Bashful's hand found a way to shape itself a little
differently but suddenly he was in and the whole hand plunged down into
her. And Snow White gave a little scream.

   Enveloped in a tight glove of warm flesh Bashful found there was now
room in the elastic space to open his fingers out wider, pressing out
against the walls of her tunnel.  If he stretched the tips of his fingers
forward he could feel the firmer edge of another part of her that he
vaguely assumed would be to do with the baby bits.  And a large smile
crossed his face as he realised that he, Bashful, was the first to pioneer
those depths.

   And so it was a rather proud macho stirred up dwarf who now settled into
fisting Snow White with some vigour.  His closed fingers began to piston
and drive up and down her stretched out channel and Snow White began to
pant in time to his thrusts.  Her head and naked tits jerked forward and
pressed into the earth in time with his rhythm.  And Snow White's left hand
reached back and up between her legs to return to her needy nub and began
to rub furiously.

   So once again one thing led to another and the picnic clearing was
treated to the raw sound of Snow White putting her head back and letting
rip as her climax broke and everything inside her went bang.  What was
happening to her?  she wondered in a daze.

   Bashful's masterful hand pulled back out of her and Snow White stayed
where she was as she felt his other hand pressing firmly down on her back,
keeping her in place.  And before the shock waves of her orgasm had even
started to die away she felt the dwarf enter her from behind.

   Which of course she welcomed very much at this stage of the proceedings
so she waggled her backside a little and enjoyed the sensation as her
elastic cunt muscles adjusted and tightened around this new shape inside
her.  And she half noticed for the first time the way that she now could
squeeze and make those walls hold a little more tightly to his prick.

   But after sliding in and out of her dampness very easily for a few
moments she felt him withdraw and then a second later there was a brand new
pressure as wet firmness suddenly pressed at her rear entrance.

   Startled the girl was just about to protest and try to twist away to
stop him when she realised that it was already too late.  Sliding in on her
own easy lubrication Bashful's bloated pole entered new fleshy territory
and claimed it for his own.  There had been no need for the picnic butter
on this occasion.  And Snow White struggled to allow the thought that
actually she quite liked him being in there, making her full up and warm.
So she stayed down with her head on the ground as Bashful played and waited
for the moment when she would feel that tickle deep in her as his juice
squirted into her.  And she knew that she was giving him what he needed.

   For both of them it had been a picnic to remember and there was a new
current of contentment in Snow White and some sort of half understanding
between them as she cleared up the remains of the picnic and packed away.
Nothing was said really but for the first time since that disastrous
Saturday night when Grumpy had been so surprisingly rude to her Snow White
felt a little safer and stronger.

   But they both knew that Bashful had to get back to spend some time
finishing off the new wooden mating frame and so they strolled back through
the forest to the dwarves little house.

   And when they reached home again Bashful went to work with his tools
while Snow White bustled about the kitchen tidying and sweeping like in the
old days and then set about preparing a special meal for her boys.

   When the workers returned full of their usual boisterous energy she
quietly served them as usual, bringing out their drinks and serving up
their plates of food and then retiring into the corner where she kneeled up
and waited their pleasure.  And they listened to Bashful as he told them
about his day and laughed and nudged him in congratulation as he flushed
with pleasure.

   When the plates had been cleared to the sink Bashful and Sleepy went off
to bring in the new frame while Doc took the chance to give Snow White her
daily injection - this time into the side of her breasts, each side. 
Weighing them in his hands Doc wondered if maybe things were beginning to
work as they did feel a little heavier now.

   The mating frame was brought in and set up to one side where it could
stay handily available.  And because it had been made by Bashful and maybe
because she had already been through so much Snow White found that she
didn't mind really as she was brought forward to be introduced to it.

   In truth it had been rather cleverly made by Bashful with many
adjustable parts, just in case they might be needed.  Snow White started
pressed up against the rear bar which was set to come to the top of her
hips.  And it was then very easy for each foot in turn to be taken to the
side so that the ankles could be clipped into the corners of the uprights.

   But to start with when the girl bent forwards over the beam she was
short of the front part where the holes waited for her neck and wrists. 
But that was not a problem as Bashful had designed the stocks to adjust and
the whole front section slid towards her and was pegged into the correct
place.  Now once opened Snow White stretched out her neck life an
aristocrat meeting Madame La Guillotine and her neck and wrists were locked
down into place.  She wasn't going anywhere now and Grumpy slapped her rear
happily at the success of their plans.

   "Hell, why don't we leave her to sleep like that every night" Grumpy
suggested.  "Then anyone who felt like it could just come down and slide in
for a quick one?"

   Locked down and displayed Snow White wasn't going anywhere and the
evening parade of seven stiff contributions to the cause of making sure
that the girl would soon be pregnant proceeded at a leisurely pace.  Drinks
were drunk and by the time that the last dwarf had headed up the stairs to
bed, Snow White not only nursed seven streams of warm gunk on the way to
her womb but had a face marked with dripping red juice from the tomatoes
that had been thrown at her by Dopey and an empty beer bottle hanging
loosely from her rear.

   5. Wednesday - Sneezy

   Sneezy and Sleepy made a terrible twosome and were very close.  Sleazy
Sneezy, as he was sometimes called behind his back was a photographer
specialising in the female form and anything else that would sell.

   Not many people knew how Sleepy got his name.  The real story was that
he loved the night life and the girlie bars.  And as the nearest bars were
quite a way from their forest home by the time he had seen a show and
travelled home it was nearly dawn in the forest and so he was always
upstairs still in bed.

   Sleepy and Sneezy looked out hungrily at the world outside the forest
and both knew quite clearly that what stood in their way was a lack of
money.  Even though all the dwarves worked hard every day in the mine the
gems were not theirs to sell and it was very much a low wage area in the
forest.

   Sneezy craved serious professional video equipment.  Not just the
ordinary stuff for street beginners - the best - and then he could make and
sell great porn movies.  His head was full of ideas but until he could get
kitted out he was stuck with stills and a studio that was beginning to bore
him.

   Sleepy too saw how some major cash would transform his life.  In his
dreams he would roll up into town in a shiny new car, dressed smartly in
fine clothes instead of these old fusty tunics and wow the girls.  He knew
that when you have a big wallet and a big reputation all doors are open. 
And suddenly the pretty girls would be sitting on his knee, fingers in his
hair, telling him how cute he was and how he reminded them of Danny Devito
instead of making sharp remarks about how short he was and whether he could
reach.  He would show them.

   So the two dwarves would often sit together in the evening and kick
around ideas for making a lot more money.  And when the whole Snow White
situation began to open up that was what came first to mind.  How could
they make some good money from this bitch?  Of course they were near the
head of the queue to claim the free sex and would be quick to inflict some
humiliation and pain when the mood took them - but the main event for both
of them was taking their chance to make cash.

   For the moment, working with what he had available for now, Sneezy was
thinking calendars and he was planning playing cards.  And why not combine
the two.  If the photos were hot why not sell them twice - once as a set of
playing cards and then again the pick of the bunch blown up as a calendar
for the garage wall?  Twice the cash.

   And over the last two evenings and down at the mine on their lunch break
Sneezy and Sleepy had sat round working things through.  And they had
decided that the thing to do was to work on the playing cards first.  That
should generate the photos for the calendar almost without having to do any
extra work.  So here is how it would go.

   Each suit would be dedicated to one big male hunk, soon to be famous. 
The King card of their suit would be a full length shot of the featured
star showing off his assets.  The Queen card of each suit would of course
be Snow White nakedly on her own.  Jack was a little difficult but they had
decided that the best shot of a deep fully joined fucking position would be
selected for the Jack.

   The Ace would be a close up of the hunk's tool all on its own and then
the cards and the shots would work their way up from there to arrive at the
Ten.

   How that went would vary for each suit depending on how the action
broke. And maybe that would be the point.  Different backgrounds and
stories for each suit would make the 4 suits stand out nicely in contrast
from each other.

   And the two money-spinning dwarves had also chuckled over who to use as
the 4 Aces as they now were called.  Black Bob was obvious for the Ace of
Spades - no argument there - and John the Woodman looked good for the Ace
of Clubs.  He had retreated to live in the forest after things had become a
little dangerous for him in the human world so he was a little wild but
rumoured to be keen to split any feminine tails that came close by.

   Buck the head of the local deer herd was pencilled in for the Ace of
Diamonds and Randy the big goat who was always sniffing at the privates of
any female who would let him was in for the Ace of Hearts - but the only
one of the four aces that the dwarves had contacted yet was Black Bob and
he was on his way to the studio for that morning's work.

   And so Sneezy's morning started with the trip to his studio.  The studio
was a little way from the dwarves house and it would be the first time that
Snow White had ever visited it.  Sneezy had never been interested in take
pictures of her while Snow White was still running their life like Mary
Poppins.  And she would have been shocked to see some of the pictures that
hung there, so until now it had been Sneezy's secret place.

   More like Mary Poppouts now, sniggered Sneezy to himself and promised to
make a note of that one for one of his future videos.

   All Snow White knew was that Sneezy was taking her somewhere to take
photos of her and so she walked easily towards the studio thinking that
didn't sound too bad, clutching her pretty strawberry pattern make-up bag
which held her best hairbrush, lipstick and a few other little bottles that
she used every morning to make herself beautiful.

   Sneezy also carried a bag with a few bits of equipment and extras that
might come in handy today.  The other dwarves had helped.

   Happy loved the internet and especially loved shopping for sex toys and
gadgets.  Of course these had been hidden away in the past but he just
couldn't help ordering in a little something extra when he saw a toy that
made him excited.  And he had lent Sneezy a training collar and remote.  It
looked very much like a dog collar with spikes around two thirds of it and
a place to put the name of the dog.  But all along the inside of the collar
were silver nodes that shocked the wearer when the buttons were pressed on
the remote.  Anything from a mild shock to get someone's attention right up
to a full taiser knock out paralysis for ten minutes.  And like any good
dog collar it had a ring built in that you could attach your lead to.  So,
in Sneezy's bag there was also a lead.

   Doc had supplied the rest of the kit from his surgery.

   Once they had arrived in his studio Snow White was happy to sit at a
little table with a mirror and to prepare her make up to look her very very
best.  She tried not to look around too hard at the rather disturbing
pictures on the studio walls.  Did people really take pictures like that,
doing some of those things?  she wondered to herself.

   But she had brushed out her black hair into its usual flowing bobs,
re-adjusted the red ribbon and bow that she wore across the top and was now
concentrating on fixing her make up in the mirror just so.  First her
bright red best lipstick and then her lashes and a little liner under the
eyes.  It was still more than a little disturbing to catch sight of her
naked breasts with the bright red points that Doc had given them swung out
in front of the ruins of her blue blouse.  But she couldn't do much about
that she supposed.  And in a way, as she adjusted her white collar round
the back of her pretty neck and checked that her puffed sleeves were just
so, she knew that they were her major assets.  Sneezy would surely like to
take a few pictures of her babies and deep down she liked to think that
they would look good.

   "OK, Babe, all done?  Right let's have you standing up over here in the
light so I can have a look at you."

   There was a backdrop set up down one wall onto which different coloured
lights could be projected to vary the look of the background.  In front of
it was a cream coloured sofa.  Three bright lights shone down creating a
circle of light with a couple of reflectors on stands positioned so that
they could bounce light as necessary.  And facing it all was Sneezy's large
camera on a tripod.  Connected to it was a remote release which he would
press to take tripod shots and a cable that ran to a screen which would
give him previews to check on how the shots looked.

   Snow White stood easily in the light waiting to be instructed on how to
pose.  She found that it was actually rather nice to be the centre of
attention like this.  Maybe she could do some modelling and help Sneezy
along a bit.  She was distracted by some inner trickle that stirred in her
left tit.  She paid attention waiting, wondering if it could really be her
milk beginning but couldn't be sure.  Could Doc's hormone injections really
have begun to work so quickly?  And did that mean that she was pregnant?

   They certainly did seem to have grown over the last couple of days and
weighed quite a bit heavier as far as she could tell.  But then it was
creeping up on her day by day so how would she know for sure?  Maybe Doc
would make her take a test.

   She was interrupted by Sneezy who walked over to her with the dog collar
in his hand.  "That's all looking good so you are going to put this on for
today's shoot."

   And as his hands reached round to buckle the dog collar to Snow White's
neck she resisted the temptation to reach up and stop him because she knew
that this was what modelling was all about - letting the photographer guide
you so that you would look as good as possible.

   Pleased with the result, Sneezy turned the collar so that a nice row of
silver spikes showed across the curve of her throat.  Looking good.  And
guided her to take up a position sitting down on the sofa facing the
camera.

   "OK Babe.  Now we are going to start off with some face shots so I want
you looking happy and excited, yes?  Let's see what you can do."

   And Sneezy picked up the big camera from the tripod and closed in for
some head and chest work.

   "Smile now.  That's better.  Look, it's your sweetheart coming towards
you for a big date and he's holding a bunch of your favorite flowers.  And
maybe there will be ice cream later."

   These shots would be looseners but also stock photos so that, if
necessary, later on there could be some cutting and pasting on the computer
to make sure that Snow White's face was just as needed in a completely
different context.

   And she was enjoying it.

   "And now with your mouth a little bit open.  A bit more.  And let's see
you lick your lips slowly.  Once again.  And this time leave the tip of
that tongue right in the corner.  Good.  Very good.

   And now mouth open wide.  Like you are ready to eat a peach, a lovely
juicy peach.  There you go Babe.  And with your tongue out.  That's it.

   Now with one finger in your mouth.  That's it, suck at it and make a bit
of a pout for me Babe.  Good, good.  And when you take that finger out I
want you to feel that `O' and keep it for me.  Good, good.  You're doing
great.  And let that `O' stretch out bit by bit as it gets bigger, until
you have the biggest `O' that you can make for me.  Slowly, not too fast.
Yes, that's the way Babe.  We're going to make you a star!"

   With the stock figures complete Sneezy thought that it was time to go
for the Queen shot.  Black Bob would be here very soon but he had enough
time to look after some shots of the girl on her own.

   "So OK, now we are going a little more full length so I want you to
stand up and lose that skirt.  Take it off and throw it over here so that
it won't get into the shot.  Come on.  Hurry up as need to keep moving
here."

   An although that felt definitely on the dirty side and made Snow White
feel uneasy, she still managed to be brave and did as Sneezy had
instructed.

   "Great, great.  Now sit back down on the sofa.  Facing me.  That's right
and legs a little wider so we get a little hint of what you've got down
there.  Good, Good.  Now we need a little prop here to give the picture
some definition."

   And leaving the camera for the moment on its tripod Sneezy stepped
forward with the long leather dog lead and clipped it onto the waiting
girl's collar ring.

   "Right.  And we'll start with both your hands behind your head.  That's
it." And as the obedient Snow White followed his guidance so that her head
and chest lifted a little higher Sneezy positioned the long lead so that it
ran down straight from the centre of her spike collar, down between her
breasts and straight on down to her slightly ajar slit.  And Snow White
squirmed just a little as one finger pressed the lead in so that it was
firmly held on either side by her outer lips.

   Checking that everything was nicely arranged and in shot Sneezy looked
up from the camera and began to take two or three photos with the cable
release.

   Satisfied he came forward to adjust for the next frame.

   "OK now keep that left hand up there behind your neck Babe and bring
just that right hand down.  Right." Freeing up the lead from her lower
lips, this time Sneezy tried laying out the lead so that it ran down from
the collar and then followed the outline of her right breast and ended up
in her right hand by her waist.  Snow White still smiled her soft friendly
smile, looking up at him through her black lashes and it looked very
promising.  Something shifted in Sneezy's groin as he began to smell money.

   "You're doing great Babe.  Just great.  Now a hard one.  But you can do
it.  Can you feel that loop at the end of the leash in your right hand. 
Right?  OK you can bring your left hand down now.  But I want you to lean
forward and push as much of that loop as you can into your cunt.  Go on. 
Don't give me a hard time on this, OK."

   And because the photo shoot seemed to be going so well Snow White
managed it.  She was a little wet down there but enough to make the hard
leather of the loop handle push into her channel without too much
difficulty.  And by wriggling a little she could tell that most of it had
indeed disappeared into her honey pot even though it was difficult to see
from above.

   Sneezy was delighted as he knew that that had been the point where some
resistance could have come up.  But the shot was there.

   "OK.  Good girl.  Now one finger of your left hand just touching the tip
of your nipple there.  Great.  And with your right hand let it dangle down
until it meets the lead.  That's it and so you can be stroking that bit of
the lead.  Perfect.  Let's see your prettiest face now." And the camera
clicked away.

   Right, thought Sneezy, now for the shock moment.  Reaching to the camera
he switched from single shot mode to Sports mode where it would take a
burst of quick fire shots while the shutter was held down.  Perfect for
catching that fleeting emotion.

   And at exactly the same moment that he pressed down on the cable release
for the first time he also pressed down on the remote button in his pocket
to trigger sudden sharp pain in Snow White's collar.

   And when played back on his monitor the run of pictures, split seconds
apart, clearly showed the amazing shock as it hit the unexpecting girl,
opening her mouth wide as she lurched forward at the waist.  They looked
very promising.  And Sneezy was pretty sure that the Queen shot was covered
one way or another.

   "Hey, hey.  Old photographer's trick Babe.  It's not so bad.  But just a
warning too that I need your full cooperation here in our little session.
And any time you feel like messing me around and being unhelpful I am going
to send you another little message.  Comprehende?" And Snow White looked as
if she definitely had the message.

   Checking his watch Sneezy could see that Black Bob was due so it was
time to start on Doc's contributions to the shoot.

   "Drinks break, Babe, so you can relax for a while.  OK?" And with his
back turned away from Snow White, Sneezy poured out two drinks into one of
which - her one of course - went a white powder that easily dissolved. 
Passing the adjusted drink to the girl Sneezy lifted his own glass to her.

   "Cheers.  Drink up Babe.  This might be the last one for a while as we
are going to get even more busy in a moment." And watched as indeed Snow
White happily downed it all.

   Doc's drug began to spread quickly through her body doing its work.  It
was nothing more than a deep relaxant really.  Something that would leave
Snow White fully awake and feeling everything but relaxed, open and
unresisting too.

   Her position on the sofa changed just a little as she slumped back into
the soft cushions as all tension and nervousness left her.  And Sneezy took
advantage as he moved forward with Doc's second contribution - the usual
jar of Erotic Rub cream.

   "Legs a little bit wider now so I can get you ready.  Good girl." And
sure enough Snow White stretched herself out a good deal further without
any questioning or resistance.  And Sneezy bent to apply a good deal of the
cream around her outer lips, over her clit and right up into her to the
full length of his fingers.  The cream would settle in keep her blood
running hot for the rest of the session.

   And why not?  he thought as he finished by rubbing fresh dollops of
cream into both her nipples and around her breasts.  Let her have some fun.

   At which point the door to his studio opened and in paced Black Bob.

   Black Bob was probably the biggest dog that you could hope to find. 
With the strength of a long haired mastiff and the ranging light run of a
German Shepherd he was a sight to see.

   In the world of the humans away from the forest he was sometimes
glimpsed and then their newspapers would report another sighting of the
Black Beast of Wherever.  Hunters would go out to shoot him and sheep
deaths would be blamed on him but Black Bob would be long gone and safely
back in the forest.

   Almost as tall as the back of the sofa his were the black eyes that now
stared with great interest at the nearly naked girl as she in turn stared
back in shock.  With a major lurch in her stomach Snow White realised that
things had just got a long way out of hand.  But even as panic started to
wake up inside her the effect of the powerful drug immediately hushed her
back down again and she tried closing her eyes to make things go away.

   "How's it going, Sleazy?  This must be the bitch that you were telling
me about."

   In the magical Forest of course humans (and near humans like the
dwarves) and the animals could speak to each other.  The words were a
little quieter in your ear but you knew what was being said alright.

   "Right on, Blackie Boy.  Hard work I know but someone's got to do it -
and I will owe you a big one" smiled Sneezy.

   "And don't forget, if I like the bitch, to put me down as first in line
for the video when we do this all over again.  And maybe the odd night-time
outing together near my kennel." And as the great dog smiled he panted and
his red tongue lolled out and hung down wetly.  When Snow White risked
another quick peek all that she could focus on was sharp white teeth and
how amazingly long that tongue seemed to be.  So she she quickly shut her
eyes again.

   "OK Babe.  Now you're up for some special requests.  No big deal so
let's just push on again shall we?  Arms up and out along the top of the
sofa like a good girl."

   And Snow White did as she was told, even if was a touch sluggish and
took a moment.  Sneezy came forward with Doc's last contribution.  A small
jar of Bitch on Heat liquid with a brush built handily into the lid. 
Sneezy had been fairly confident that Black Bob would quickly take to Snow
White and her charms but Doc counselled that he should take no chances and
help things along.  At least things would be speeded up.  But Doc warned
Sneezy to go very easy with the liquid as too much and maybe Black Bob
would go crazily out of control.

   "Legs open", Sneezy reminded her and standing between her legs while the
girl kept her eyes shut, he unscrewed the cap.  Immediately an interesting
aroma crept into the room and Black Bob's nostrils flared as he breathed it
in hungrily.

   With the brush fresh from the liquid Sneezy began painting all down her
inner lips and then a fresh dip to paint over her clit.  Snow White
shivered slightly.  Some liquid on and around each of her bright young
nipples and a little in the corners of her mouth either side.  Sneezy
leaned back to check and then took one last brushload from the bottle and
pushed the brush firmly into her tunnel to see if he could splash some onto
her inner walls.  That should do it, he told himself.

   The bottle was closed and put away and Sneezy returned to his tripod and
camera to check for angles.

   "OK Blackie, why don't we start with you getting up on the sofa and
stretching out on the bitch's lap so some important bits get within her
reach, know what I mean?"

   And with a bit of arranging Snow White ended up sitting up on the sofa
facing the camera with the body of a large black dog right across her lap,
sideways on and also facing the camera.  His head was to her right side and
even through her slightly confused eyes she could see that the hands that
she had left in her lap were now very close to to a dangerously large tube
of dog flesh waiting to emerge.

   "This is the easy one Babe.  All you have to do is reach out and stroke
Blackie now.  Gently and easily so he can get to know you a bit better. 
Just making friends, OK?"

   And that didn't seem so bad so Snow White's hands began to stroke up and
down his hairy sheath.

   "Good girl.  And a little more firmly now.  You can see that he likes
it." And as Sneezy began to fire off some photos to record the intimate
moment that might just be the 2 of Spades, Snow White opened her eyes to
have another look.  And it was true that out from the sheath there already
showed a slick wet spear point of mottled dog flesh.  She tried to do as
she had been told and gripped a little more firmly as she stroked.

   Black Bob let the bitch take care of him and concentrated on that
incredible smell the she gave out, mixed with her own sweat under the hot
lights.  He growled but only to encourage her to keep going.

   In a surprisingly short time the situation under Snow White's hands had
changed dramatically.  What she now found herself looking down on was
awesome.  Ahead of his spectacular balls and now fully exposed was a thick
roll of meat the size of her arm.  And at the lower end away from its head
was a growing knot that seemed to be double that size.

   Sneezy saw his moment for the Ace shot and lent closer.

   "OK hold that now.  Let's try the first one with one hand each side of
the knot.  That's it.  Just squeeze down a little but be careful not to
hurt him.  Great, great."

   And Sneezy composed the shot so that Blackie's sensational tool ran from
bottom left corner right up to top right in the frame.

   "Now we will try one without any hands please, Babe.  So just lift your
hands up out of shot for a moment.  There.  Got it, thank you.  OK hands
can come back on and around for a few more shots.  See those drops of gunk
at the end of Blackie's tool Babe.  That's it, get it on to your hands and
rub it in so that you can run more smoothly up and down him.  OK.  Great.
Got it."

   And now he could try for the King card.

   "Blackie, you can come up onto your feet now but stay on the sofa.  Babe
I want you to swing round so that you are lying right along the length of
the sofa, head on the right.  That's it and sink down a little so that your
head is low on the arm.  Got it.  Now Blackie you have got room to raise
yourself up with your legs either side of her head.  Great.  Now hold it
like that.  And I want you to take in the view Babe.  What do you think? 
Makes something water?"

   And pulling back on the zoom Sneezy made sure that he composed to
include the full size of Black Bob outlined in all his huge size against
the cream of the sofa and the pink of Snow White.  At the centre of the
picture you could see her head only inches away from his meat pole but that
was not the point of the King card.  It was all about his macho glory.

   And once that had been captured Sneezy could zoom back in to go for the
3 of Spades.

   "Blackie you can inch a little forward.  A bit more so that Babe can
reach you.  And Babe I want you to put out your tongue as far as it goes.
That's it.  And Blackie keep going until you feel that wet one.  Great. 
Great.

   And all you have to do for this one is a little licking Babe.  So let's
see it." And the camera recorded how Snow White's tongue tentatively licked
out at the bobbing head of Black Bob's pole and how Black Bob pushed in a
little closer in response.

   "Great.  You're doing really well now.  So we are going for the mouth
shot now Babe.  Open wide and let that head just slide in a little.  It
won't hurt if you relax and let go."

   But that seemed impossibly scary to Snow White who even in her drugged
state could tell that it didn't look as if Blackie's major tool was ever
going to get into her mouth and she didn't know what it was going to taste
like any way.  So her mouth stayed closed and Sneezy had to jolt her with
the shock collar twice until she cried out in pain and Black Bob took his
chance to slide firmly into her warm wet mouth.

   It was true that Snow White could not begin to fit all of his prime meat
into her mouth but she found that it stretched quite a way so that as far
as Black Bob was concerned some serious action got going.  And even when
Sneezy reminded him to slow down a little Black Bob thought to hell with
that and pressed on, plunging in an out of Snow White's cute wet mouth and
her head was banged in rhythm against the sofa cushions.

   Like a good photographer should, Sneezy went with the flow and set out
to capture some possible 9 or 10s of Spades.  He fired off a series of
quick shots - some pulled back to show the whole of Snow White's head and
her startled eyes and then others zoomed in to get the full detail of the
salami sausage wet and slick as it was gripped by her red lips.

   Her hands instinctively held on to Black Bob's tool, gripping it firmly
either side of his knot which now pressed urgently forward towards her. 
And in a short while she felt some movement down the length of his flesh
and her mouth was full of jets and jets of salty thin liquid as Black Bob
let rip.  Sneezy was there on Sports mode again running off whole blocks of
shots as he called out to Black Bob to press in deep so that he could catch
Snow White's efforts to take even more of him into her mouth and throat and
then as he called even more frantically to pull out a little before the
squirting was finished so that he could catch the action.  He wanted to
make sure that he had at least a couple of shots that showed the gunk
leaving his tool and jetting into her waiting mouth.

   And finally of course there were a few shots of her tired half open
mouth with liquid drooling out of the corners as Black Bob withdrew.  Time
for a pause all round.

   Black Bob was on his haunches on the floor quietly licking his tool. 
Snow White was flat out on the length of the sofa trying not to think too
much about anything.  And Sneezy brought out the beer.  One for himself and
one in a dish for Black Bob as he congratulated the beast on how well it
was going.

   "Great Blackie.  Really great.  And now that we have the bitch warmed up
we can cruise on through to the end.  So just keep on enjoying yourself."

   Sneezy offered the shattered girl some beer but she waved him away as
she tried to catch her breath again.

   And a little later Sneezy got the second half of the photo session
underway.

   "OK Babe now I want you sitting up in the corner of the sofa.  That's
it. And the arms go out so put your right arm there along the top of the
sofa and left arm here out along the edge.  That's it.  Just keep them away
from you so they don't spoil the next few shots.  And open those legs again
so that we can see the good stuff.  Great.

   And Blackie we are going to go for some tongue work just for a few
shots, while you get your steam back up.  And why don't we start with those
cute little nipples.  So I want you heading onto the sofa aiming straight
for whichever nipple you want to go for first and then settle into giving
it a good licking.  Go for it."

   Which gave Sneezy some great shots from behind as if the black beast was
attacking the poor girl and then going right at her proud nipple.  And it
tingled and stretched as the long red tongue lashed at it so that Snow
White moaned but made sure that she kept her hands well out of shot as
instructed.

   A few more photos were repeated at her other nipple which gave Sneezy a
different angle and then he suggested that Black Bob should see how much of
her breast he could take into his mouth.  And feeling his teeth right round
her tit almost freaked Snow White out again but it made for a very
promising picture that might yet make it into the line up of Spades.

   "OK.  Looks great.  And now I think you need to pull your legs right up
Babe.  Get your knees up as high as you can near your ears.  That's it and
put those hands behind your head again for the moment.  Shift forward a
little and let Black Bob give you a lesson in what his tongue can really do
for you."

   And it was true.  Black Bob knew just what to do and his endless tongue
with its soft rough edge began to play round her clit and explored deep
into the open girl and if anything she did her best to open herself up even
more to the wonderful tongue - even though she tried to not let it show.

   And of course it was being recorded by Sneezy who caught some great
shots of the amazing long red tongue going deep into her depths, coiling
around her clit ridge and licking up her very wet lips.  He knew that it
was going to be hard to choose the best shots as there were now so many.

   And he encouraged Snow White to bring her hands down to go down around
the back of Black Bob's head so that the photo recorded how much she was
pulling him into her.

   Sneezy could also see that Black Bob was up and running again as large
as ever, so he called a halt to the licking just when Snow White was
beginning to feel that if he went on any longer she was surely going to
explode again.  Once again Snow White was rearranged.  This time with her
feet on the floor, her bottom across the arm of the sofa and her head in
the centre cushions.  Black Bob moved round to complete his assault.

   "Slowly big boy.  Just go easy for a second as I get the entry shots. 
Let me see that meat sliding in." And Sneezy was there snapping away as
Black Bob accomodated him by taking the first four or five strokes nice and
easy.  Boy was this bitch wet and smelling good.

   The great beast's front paws came up over Snow White's back to grip her
firmly as he began to pick up speed and his red tongue lolled from his open
mouth as Black Bob settled into getting his rocks off.  Sneezy zoomed back
to make sure that he caught the full scene.  Maybe this one would be the
Jack of Spades.

   He couldn't catch much of Snow White as the girl was covered by the
black dog, face pressed down into the sofa cushions.  But he could hear her
panting and wished that he was doing this on video with full Dolby Sound.
Next time, baby, next time.

   And as Black Bob lifted his head to hunch in furiously Sneezy saw
another angle as the gross knot began to batter against Snow White's lips
as Black Bob used all his weight and strength to force it in.

   Maybe it was the battering and maybe she tried to help but suddenly
there was a moment when her defences gave way and Sneezy excitedly recorded
the bulge being swallowed into her.  Everything inside Snow White suddenly
felt amazingly full and stretched and overloaded.  But the very fullness
pushed her clit down hard into the sofa arm that she lay across and by
adjusting just a touch she was able to make sure that Black Bob's virile
surges also registered in her magic button.

   Once the knot had entered Snow White, Sneezy knew that he was never
going to get another money shot this time which made him glad that he
already had the ones taken in her mouth.  For the photographer and his
point of view there was no big opportunity about the moment when Black Bob
came for the second time and wet fluid again burst into Snow White's
insides.  No shot there.  But he tried for a close up of Snow White's
crushed face as it registered that final explosion and tried her very best
to match it into her own private cumming.

   Black Bob licked the back of the bitch's neck.  She had been a good one
and he wondered if they could have puppies together sometime.  Or at least
have some more fun trying.

   And all that was left really were a few last shots up from behind Black
Bob to show his prick heading straight into Snow White's treasures where it
would be held until blood returned and the knot went down enough for him to
slide back out again.  And everyone knew that it pretty well wrapped up the
session.

   Sneezy was delighted and dying to check over the results on his
computer. Black Bob had had a great time and was ready to return anytime
Sneezy wanted to do it again.  And nobody bothered to ask Snow White what
she thought.

   On the way back to their house Sneezy contemplated his next move with
pleasure.  Which suit to go on to next week.  Perhaps best to go for one of
the red suits and he favoured starting with Randy the goat and Hearts.  But
he would check it out with Sleepy first.

   That evening as she prepared the evening meal for the returning workers
and the drugs had worn off what she was left with was great soreness
between her legs and around her jaw muscles.  And she didn't want to
mention to anyone all that had leaked from her, dripping down her thighs,
as they had made their way back to their little house.  She was confused
over the day's events - all these days really - and put them away in her
mind to be looked at later.  For the moment she was not sure that she could
cope.  But she knew how to make the meal and concentrated just on that -
cooking for her boys.

   When Doc later gave her her evening injection of hormones into her
breast tissue he gave one tit a squeeze and for the first time little drops
of milk showed on the areola.  His eyes gleamed behind his glasses.  His
medicine has begun to work and they were on their way.  Someone seemed to
have struck gold.

   Doc of course did have a pregnancy test to use - based on a leaf that
Snow White had to pee onto - and that went blue.  So then everyone knew
that she was now officially pregnant.

   Even though it was only the second day for Bashful's new mating frame
the dwarves thought that they might just as well continue the practice of
strapping Snow White into it after their meal, pregnant or not.  There
would be plenty of room for her growing breasts and belly to hang down into
after all.  And it didn't take long for them to decide that as they were no
longer racing to see who could get her started on the road to motherhood it
no longer mattered which of her 2 rear entrances were used any more.  So
each dwarf from then onwards just went with his own personal choice on that
one.

   Whether a dwarf dreamed of suckling, slapping or just feeling her
growing milky tits there was plenty of excitement in that respect in the
household.  And Doc was encouraged to boost his hormone treatment to a
triple dose which he was happy to do right away.

   And it was the same evening, when the milk first showed, that pumping
cups were first attached to Snow White's hanging flesh pots.  Not so much
with the intention of extracting her milk production - because there was
very little so far - but rather to stimulate and speed up the rate of
production.  After very little discussion the dwarves agreed that there was
no reason not to leave her in the frame each night with the pumping cups
clamped in place and switched on.  Alternatively sucking hard on each teat
in turn.

   And that was how the mating frame shifted over into being the milking
frame.

   6.  Thursday - Happy

   Not too long into Thursday and Snow White was feeling distinctly
uncomfortable and in pain.

   Her hands were locked together at the wrists (and were high in the air
above her head) in ridiculous padded cuffs which although bright pink and
lined with brown fur did the job.  And there was a similar pink and brown
set down below keeping her ankles together.  Which kept her in a straight
line as she did as she had been told to do and hopped and bounced on the
small exercise trampoline.

   Also there was the sharp bite from the nipple clamps that the boys had
attached to the same nipples that had been worn sore by the milking machine
the previous night, with their small tinkling bells.  Not to mention the
first ever vibrator that Snow White had ever had up inside her which
probably would have slid out from her if they hadn't had her legs so tied
together.  And those batteries must have been brand new because it was
throbbing like crazy.

   And of course Snow White understood perfectly well that the whole point
of the task, of her bouncing like this, was so that the boys could watch
her growing, increasingly heavy breasts fly around on her chest, banging
into her and into each other.  And everything was hurting - and to cap it
all they weren't even really watching or paying much attention.  Just
sitting there telling stupid stories!

   Mo was giving Happy the full details of his latest night out at the big
metal gig that he had been to.

   "And of course I had fought my way down to the front, Man, you know side
of the Mosh Pit.  And I'm bopping away right there, singing the words and
all.  And then without my really noticing they start on the body surfing -
some of the guys.  And really what was in my mind was the Spanish Fireman
joke.  You know about pulling away the blanket that they catch you on and
shouting `Ole'.  But I had my hands up in the air I guess, maybe in case
someone fell right on top of me.

   And then there is this split micro second when it really registers that
some chick has surged in and landed right above me but I'm not carrying any
of her weight except that my right hand is now holding her major tit! 
Whoooah!

   Can you imagine?  Voice number one - go for it!  Feel away and get your
left hand up there right now.

   Voice number two - Hey, what are you thinking?

   Voice number one - why do you think she jumped, you idiot?  Help
yourself!"

   And then, maybe because the boys had started discussing breasts again,
Mo and Happy focussed back on the very interesting pair that were bouncing
so freely up and down right in front of them.  And reached for their
pistols.

   Mo was another dwarf - a little larger and rounder than Happy in pretty
well all areas - and his full name was Meany.  Which because of Eeny,
Meany, Miney, Mo usually was reduced to Mo.

   The two boys had been friends for a long while and took pleasure in
hanging out together.  So when Snow White had first arrived into the little
house in the forest it was natural for Happy to move his stash of mags,
internet sex toys etc.  etc.  in with Mo.  And from then on any online
exploring or ordering was done from Mo's place.

   Mo saw himself as something of an artist and musician.  A creative guy.
Who couldn't be rushed because you never know when inspiration is coming to
strike, right?  And so, in practice, did very little compared to the hard
working Happy.  And maybe Happy envied him and maybe Mo relied on Happy too
and it worked well for them.  A couple of regular dwarves just out to enjoy
themselves.

   So when Mo heard from Happy that Snow White's status had dramatically
shifted from bossy house mother to open door sex slave he was definitely
interested.  And the two of them had decided to create a beer-fuelled day
in Mo's den getting creative with the girl.

   Which led to this game where the boys were sitting in their chairs while
Snow White jumped up and down on the re-bounder and shot at the little
bells clipped so painfully to her nipples.  The reason for shooting at the
bells rather than, say, the easier target of her bright red stained areolas
was that the bells tinged nicely and then you knew that you had a hit. 
Whereas the flesh just made a flat little noise and the small round red
mark didn't come up until some time later.

   They were only firing ball bearings but the pistols shot them out with
quite enough force to make Snow White jump as they cracked into her body.

   And hitting the target as the bells jumped through the air proved harder
than expected, so that when each boy had fired their full chamber of 50
shots each on Happy's side (her right tit) there had only been 6 tings from
the bell and on Mo's side (her left tit) 5 tings.  Of course there were
plenty of red marks to show the near misses but they had given it their
best shot, so to speak.  And that seemed to be that.

   So with a maybe-more-later feeling Snow White was instructed by Happy to
stop bouncing and she was much relieved to be able to catch her breath as
she hopped down carefully from the bouncer.  It was actually Happy's
bouncer and Snow White had bought it for him one Christmas hoping that he
would have fun with it - and maybe lose a little weight.  Little had she
know how that one would come around.

   Lowering her arms down in front of her Snow White waited to hear what
the boys wanted next.  She wasn't saying much because she was wearing the
first in Happy's collection of gags, bought from the store in the sky.  The
one she had on was the donut gag so her mouth was held open into a large
`O' as her teeth sat on a thin ridge of hard plastic that ran right round
her mouth.  Like so much of Happy's collection this was a first time try
out and the boys were curious to see how they really worked.

   For the moment at least it wasn't Snow White's mouth that was the focus
of interest but the pink mounds that now gently bobbed on her rib cage as
she breathed deeply and recovered from the jumping.  Mo stepped forward and
unclipped the two nipple clamps to save them up for later and blood rushed
painfully back making Snow White gasp in shock.  And Mo's hands savoured
and stroked her best assets appreciatively.

   "Man, these are some tits, aren't they?  I would never get enough of
these babies.  You are so, so lucky."

   And for a change a creative, artistic thought did go through his head -
even after the second bottle of beer.  Art project.

   "You know, man, I have all the stuff we need to model these.  Like a
trophy, you know.  And then we could have a collection with like heads on
the wall, with wooden plaques or whatever but tits instead of heads.  And
then the old den would be like a club house or whatever."

   Some little time later that led to Snow White being bound extremely
tightly (so that as little as possible could move) in a sitting position
with her hands behind the back of a chair.  The vibrator was still inside
her pounding away and her legs were still in the anklets because the boys
were sure that whatever was happening down there wasn't going to affect her
chest that much.  Not if they had it tied down real tight anyway.

   Mo's body sculpting was going to be 3D of course but just from half way
down her neck to an inch or two of flat stomach below her bust.  Everything
centred on her twin peaks.  And Happy was getting some of the benefit
because step two in the project after tying up Snow White in the chair was
rubbing an initial layer of cream into her skin all over the area of
interest.  Which would make it easier to remove the latex later on.

   And there was something about beer drinking in the morning which went
very well with rubbing cream into naked chests, Happy decided as his
fingers spread the cream around her mounds and then rubbed it in, making
sure that he lifted the tits up fully and caught the underhang and the bits
where the tits ended and the straight-down flesh started.  And then rubbing
in some more just in case he had missed a bit.

   Step 3 was to apply the initial layer of thin latex - a starter level
which would form the inner edge of the mould that they were constructing.
Once that initial thin layer had set then thicker layers could follow until
the mould as a whole could be peeled back and away, ready for the final
casting of the model.

   And that meant that Mo had to sit across Snow White's lap right up
close, with his jar of latex and his brush so that he could paint it on all
over her chest.  And Happy had an important job which was to take a sharp
hold on each nipple and then pull both breasts high enough up against
gravity for Mo to be able to get the latex right in underneath and around
their bases.  And then, when Happy had released the weight so that they
fell down again, Mo could paint over the nipples which had not yet been
included.

   And a little after that the first thin layer was dry and then the latex
was painted on more thickly, this time from a tub and applied with a
plastering tool to build up the strength of the mould.  By the time it was
set and pealed off it all looked very promising.  Mo reckoned that he
should have it sorted within a week.

   "And it can be made in one of those rubbery plastics that is as near to
flesh as dammit.  If we have our eyes shut and give them a feel up there on
the wall it should be the real thing, man, with flex and bounce and all."
He would look for a wooden mount and maybe they could put up Snow White's
name and a date.

   That was the point at which the buzzing monster vibrator was finally
switched off and withdrawn from Snow White's snatch - and her ankles freed.
Overall her first experience with the vibrator, she found, left her keyed
up and on edge but she hadn't been thrashing about cumming over and over
again, just from its endless pulsations.  Without really thinking much
about it because she couldn't concentrate on it just at the moment thank
you, Snow White knew that something more was needed for her to get up there
and over the top.  Maybe it was just her or maybe she hadn't known how to
take advantage.

   But the reason that the vibrator had been removed was because of another
beer discussion and to make way for a scientific test.  Mo had been talking
about lips.

   "Like if I say to you something like Kiss her on the lips, man, you're
going to go for her face, right?  But then you know people call the other
bits lower down her lips as well, right?  Like she has a face down there
too."

   "Well if that's another face down there then I sure know where her
second nose is!' chipped in Happy brightly.

   "Yeaah, right.  Or that might be the wrong way up - depending on which
way up you're coming at her.  Ha."

   "Coming is right, at least," laughed Happy.

   "So we should give a bottle of beer to each set of lips to drink to get
this going," suggested Mo.  "Up end her a bit to help things along at the
bottom and see which end gets drunk quickest!"

   "It's your chair she's going to be leaking all over!"

   "Naah.  A hot bod like that will soak it all in.  We'll give her some
time and you'll see." Mo was confident.

   Which was why, once the vibrator had been removed that Snow White found
a bottle of beer being tipped into her mouth that she was encouraged to
swallow down by Happy just at the same time that Mo was tipping its brother
into her snatch.  The snatch had been arranged so that gravity would keep
the beer inside her at least for a while.

   There was no problem at all with drinking the beer at her top end and
Snow White was glad to have been able to have a drink after her exercising
and the heat generated as the latex dried on her chest.  But the lower beer
seemed to be swilling around inside her as far as she could tell.

   But Happy was good enough to push a towel under her ass when she was
tipped back into a sitting position on the big soft chair so that it was
difficult to decide on who had been right.  Some beer did seem to have
leaked out but some had not, so both of the boys claimed that they had been
right.  Snow White was beginning to feel a little weird.

   A little later the big soft chair was the centre of action for the next
discussion.  Happy was sitting sideways on in the chair to the left with
Snow White's head in his lap.  He could look straight down into the moist
inside of her mouth, held open still by the round donut gag - which of
course had so recently swallowed down the beer.  But his hands were further
down each holding another internet purchase from the sex toys store.

   On each side was something that looked like an upturned champagne glass
or funnel with a large rubber bulb at the narrow end.  So that when Happy
squeezed the bulbs and pressed them firmly onto the girl's nipples you
could see through the glass funnel as the nipple and areola and a little
bit more besides were pulled tightly up towards the bulb.  And Happy
thought it looked great so he was playing around to see what results he
could get.

   If he really, really squashed at the bulb before pressing down and
releasing he could get the maximum stretch in the nipples and also the
maximum amount of soft pink flesh up the glass.  And everything looked
funny like someone's face against a sheet of glass or one of those
distorting mirrors that you used to get at the funfair.  And Happy was
thinking that the flat top of Snow White's nipples now looked a lot like a
pig's nose and he giggled.

   Meanwhile to the right Snow White's body continued on along the seat of
the big chair and then up and over the arm so that her honey pot was at
exactly the right place for Mo to take advantage of it.  And he was moving
steadily in and out of her snatch with a four note rhythm.

   "Of course if we had her the other way round she would be set up right
to give perfect head" Mo observed.

   "How so?" Happy was a little distracted just at the moment playing sand
castles.

   "It's down to angles, isn't it.  I'd have her head leaning over the
back, man and I'd be all lined up to go straight down her throat.  And you
could be putting those suckers anywhere you could get them on her pussy."

   And Happy giggled again.

   "But if we flipped her the other way, so that I still get her head but
she is facing down I go in and bang away at the top of her mouth,"
continued Mo.  "She'd have no chance of getting me down for a regular deep
throat job."

   "Guess so," answered Happy who was not really listening just yet.  "Are
you saying you want to swap round, man?"

   "Later, later.  I'm good." And Mo ploughed on.  But the vibrator seemed
to have left Snow White's inner tunnel so super-lubricated that there was
no friction for Mo to push against, and it looked as if it was going to be
a while before anything much would be released.  And that gave Mo time to
continue to make observations.

   "And most of the time with chicks my usual target, default one, is to
start with her giving me head.  Stands to reason.  Of course plenty of
times you're not going to waste time on whether she's getting off or not
and it's just down to number one.  But when you do, you know?

   "Why's that then?" asked Happy thinking it was time he showed some
interest.

   "It's the recovery time thing.  Basic sex 1.01.  We put out our effort,
blow our load and it takes so much out of us that we need some good
recovery time to go again.  Even when we are keen.  And chicks aren't like
that, are they?

   Maybe because they are not doing a lot while you are working away - like
this chick here for insto - whatever, they're ready to press on and some of
them even like to press on.

   Like you or me, if we had a line of chicks all waiting there to get the
full benefit of our dicks, say thirty of them all desperate and crying and
all, you just can't do it.  One, two even three, tops when you're still 21,
but then you're needing a drink and a change of scene, aren't you?  And
even if you get back to one or two more later, some are going to get left
out and go crazy and jump off the bridge or whatever.

   But switch it round so that some chick is lying back with her legs open
and 30 guys are lined up and interested - no worries.  She just soaks it up
and the whole line gets in and that ain't fair and equal and never has
been.

   Which means that if she starts off by giving you head, man, and gets
maybe a little buzz or even a big lift off from it then you can move on to
phase 2 which is ignoring your own John Dangle and maybe sampling some of
her best bits for a while.  Lezzie lust if you like.  All mouths and hands.
And by the time everything has returned to green and go she is usually hot
enough to kick on from there.  And 9 times out of 10 you get off, she gets
off and the world is a happy place.  Know what I mean?"

   At which deep philosophical point Mo paused so that he could concentrate
on the ejection of his gusher which was finally ready to leave the building
and the same private girl flesh that had recently tried to absorb as much
beer as possible now set about soaking up Mo's best gunk.  It was a busy
day at the office for Snow White.

   At which point Mo drifted off to look at what food they had lying around
and Happy got bored with the nipple extenders.  Looking down at the open
mouth so close beneath him, Happy's mind slid over towards some kissing.

   By shifting sideways off the chair and bending Snow White's head towards
him Happy went for the big snog.  But the girl's lips were held so rigid
and fixed by the donut gag that really his only option, he quickly found,
was to go right through the hole with his tongue.  And even if Snow White
tried to keep her own tongue as hard back as she could there was no way
that it could escape.  So for a few wet moments of intimacy, for the first
time Happy was able to run his tongue like a stiff male challenge in and
around Snow White's.  And the hazy girl found that if she relaxed a little
that too was actually quite nice.

   Which meant that when she heard Happy telling her to put her own tongue
up and out through the hole Snow White just did it.  And that led to
another wet time where her sweet tasting pink tongue now guested in Happy's
mouth.  And the way that his lips felt and how they held and stroked her
tongue was good too.

   A ping from a microwave meant that something had been found to eat and
Mo returned with 2 plates of baked beans in ketchup sauce and some potato
fries.

   "Hey, man.  That looks good.  Nice move," thanked Happy realising that
he was feeling hungry.

   And with the plates came more beer and the boys even brought one out for
Snow White which was held up and poured down the same donut hole that Happy
had just finished working.

   "What do you think?  Shall we change the gag now?" Happy suggested.

   Which meant that a moment later Snow White was released at last from the
rigid donut gag.  But as she worked her jaw to try to shake the stiffness
she quickly saw that she still wasn't invited to speak much.

   Happy really just wanted to try out the next in his unused collection.
And the next gag was basically a round ball that took up most of the space
in Snow White's mouth.  So that once the ball had made it past her teeth it
wasn't that uncomfortable for her as her mouth was now able to close.  Of
course her tongue was squashed down and that seemed strange.  But
everything was held in place with something that felt like a suede band
that wrapped round her head and was held tight by strong Velcro.

   By this time Snow White had drunk her personal record volume of beer -
definitely more than she had ever drunk in one day before.  And the girl
was pretty well wasted.  As they tucked into their food Happy and Mo could
look up to see her slumped down in the large soft chair, hands flopped and
legs open.  Maybe asleep.

   And things were getting a little hazy for the boys too even though they
were experienced professionals.  Perhaps it was that earlier conversation
about Snow White and her two faces that returned to Mo's mind but for
whatever reason he began to feed food into the girl's lower face, right
there in front of him.  It was the right thing to do.

   At first it was a couple of spoon loads of beans and sauce which were
interesting because he found that her channel was wanting him to turn the
spoon on its side but then the beans would have fallen out, so he had to
wriggle it a little and get it through the gates.  Once in of course it was
straightforward enough to tip the spoon up and everything slip nicely in.

   And that led to pushing in the potato fries - a few that hadn't been
eaten and were beginning to get a little cold.  And if Mo didn't push the
fry all the way in so that it disappeared but held on to the end he could
do some poking and in-out pushing and pulling as the potato joined in with
the beans.

   Some part of Happy's mind must have been connected to his collection of
toys, running through his inventory of untried equipment.  He remembered
some clips that might just come in handy here and put down his nearly empty
plate to fetch them from the box of treasures.

   And as Mo held back, still focussed on the rounded snatch in front of
his face that was now digesting his beans and fries, Happy clipped on half
way up Snow White's left outer labia.  The girl jerked but did not wake up.
The matching clip went half way up the right outer labia and then there was
a silver chain which was fixed to one clip, passed under the sleeping
girl's bottom and lower back and pulled very hard before being attached to
its friend.

   The result was very satisfactory as both of Snow White's outer lips were
now stretched outwards tight and pink like a pair of wings.  And the boys
considered that the wings made a perfect frame for her stuffed inner world
that begged for their attention.

   Which led Happy to remember that they had only tried the first vibrator
so far.  And he had bought a little butterfly model that was designed to be
used solely on some very lucky clit - an inch or more square - that user
feedback gave a 5 star plus rating to.

   Carefully positioned over Snow White's special button, attached and
switched on to full power the butterfly went to work and this time its
light insistent touch did make Snow White stir and the girl moaned and
seemed to begin to close her legs.  But she couldn't because there were two
dwarves in the way and so she relaxed again, leaving them as open as ever.

   Which was the point when Mo wanted to find out how it was to eat from
her and closed in on her very open entrance.  Right underneath the buzzing
butterfly his tongue pushed into her and set about reaching as much as
possible of what he had put into the girl in the first place.

   By licking with his tongue as he searched around inside her, some firm
sucking and occasionally some nips with his teeth Mo managed quite well. 
Of course there were still going to be a few beans and a good deal of
tomato sauce that had slid down so far that he couldn't reach them, which
would need to re-cycle within her, but he felt full and that was the main
point.

   Happy had already mentioned that Snow White was now pregnant and Mo was
hoping that Happy was the father as how cool would that be?  And Mo giggled
as he wondered if the girl would soon be giving birth to something like a
magic bean tree!  You never knew in the forest where the rules weren't
quite the same as everywhere else.  But he wasn't sure if he had told Happy
the joke or not.

   Happy remembered something else he had sent off for - a sort of riding
harness.  Which was designed to be attached to each ankle and then to go
behind the neck and could be adjusted so that the girl's feet would be away
and out a little in the air or even pulled right up and near her neck.  So
that Snow White's limp head was lifted and the harness was tried.

   The boys went for the extreme setting to start with which had the effect
of turning her hips up as the legs were pulled tightly up.  And they added
the second choice vibrator by pushing it firmly in with the remains of the
ketchup and beans, a little under the fast fingering Butterfly.  This one
was blue and gel like so that it some flex in it - and also some
interesting nobbles and bumps which might or might not give her extra
thrills.  Either way it was fully in and switched on.

   Which filled that all up nicely.  So that the conversation moved easily
on to the only remaining hole which was right in front of them thanks to
the harness.  And the boys went together to the treasure box to see what
could be found that had been purchased with rear entry in mind.

   They might have missed something or two but the answer seemed to be
three sorts of lubricant gel, three sizes in butt plug (small, medium and
scary) and a gadget designed to provide easier access.  Which latter was
the most interesting and therefore the one that came out to be tried.

   After a bit of assembly and looking at instructions the two dwarves
reckoned they could see how it worked.  Basically there was a rubbery main
bit which was attached to a pump that could be plugged in to the power
supply.  And there must have been something rigid and stiff in the centre
of the rubbery main bit that got you started.  Otherwise it would never of
even made the entrance.

   Lubricant was recommended so Mo applied gel that smelled like fake
strawberries around and into the puckered doorway.  And more of the gel was
rubbed around the first section of the rubbery main bit to the gadget.  And
then it slid in very well.

   Once plugged in and switched on Happy could turn a dial which controlled
how much the rubber inflated.  And it went from 0 to 5.

   Starting with the setting at 2, Happy switched on and air was pumped
forwards into the rubbery section that was now beginning to inflate inside
the girl's rear tubing.  The note of suction changed when it sensed that it
had reached the correct degree of inflation - a 2 - and then hummed
quietly. And Happy found that it was one way traffic around Snow White's
rear exit.  A size that would have struggled to enter and find its way into
the girl, seemed to slide out easily.  So he set about getting the rubber
dildo just on the edge, half in and half out and then worked it back and
forwards.

   And when that seemed done he went to 3 and later to 4 and finally to 5
at which point he wasn't sure whether he would ever get it out.

   And something about the combined efforts of the tickling butterfly
specialising on her clit, the gel monster with bumps up her front and the
grossly inflated rubber balloon in her rear passage must have been reaching
Snow White.  The girl's eyes fluttered half open and they could hear her
moaning or gasping from behind the ball gag.

   By the time that Happy had switched off the pump and had found the
release button so that the bloated rubber bit at No.  5 could be pulled
from her with a loud plop she seemed to be definitely heading somewhere. 
And Mo could only manage say twenty or thirty strokes into her now very
open and very lubricated rear approach before Snow White's climax finally
broke and something like a choked scream forced past her ball gag.

   "Whoooah!  Jackpot, baby" encouraged Mo appreciatively as he continued
to stroke away until he in turn had made his contribution.

   And the two dwarves could not remember much more about their first
Friday with Snow White after that, as it all became a bit of a blur.  Mo
had half a memory of discussing with Happy as to whether or not if they
were deep inside Snow White just when she came would it automatically make
them come too or not.  And he thought that they had decided to try that one
out next time, if they remembered.

   For his part Happy had his own half memory where he was lying on a bed
under Snow White so that his mouth was right there under her snatch and her
warm mouth, at last free of gags, was wrapped all round his dwarfhood.  And
she was crying and telling him (between mouthfuls) that she loved him and
missed him.  But that seemed unlikely when he thought about it because
where would Mo have been.  Surely he would have been taking pictures?

   Whatever truly happened to the rest of their afternoon Snow White was
definitely sick into some bushes on the side of the path on the way home
and struggled to cook the usual evening meal for the working dwarves. 
Which meant that Happy received some black looks.  But then he played it up
and held his head and told them stories about the day at the den, so that
his sunny nature won through and everyone laughed with him and made fun of
Snow White.

   And of course Doc gave her the usual triple strength hormone blast and
she still had to be fitted to the milking frame with the sucking cups, to
keep everything moving on nicely.  She had her eyes shut most of the time.

   And that was the first night in which there was a deposit waiting for
the dwarves when they came down the following morning.  A definite inch of
milk lay at the bottom of the collecting tube.

   7. Friday - Sleepy

   Sleepy's thoughts had circled around how to maximise the gains from this
financial opportunity.  Not just by planning a single event but hopefully
more of a steady flow, week by week, so that his life would change and he
would be able to move on up.  He was thinking advertising, promotion,
special offers and deals.  He was certain that there was great market
potential for a cute young thing like Snow White, in the forest and beyond.
But how best to present the package?

   With his best friend Sneezy, Sleepy had kicked around ideas.  As far as
he could see they should create something between a night club and a
brothel starring Snow White and her services.  It needed to be a little
different to catch on and they needed to make sure that the world around
them knew that they were opening.

   Several names had been discussed - the Big O (inspired by Sneezy's close
up of Snow White's open mouth), Anything Goes, Snow Tramp, Fuck Festival -
but in the end they had settled on The Open Door.  If it didn't work out,
they concluded, they could always change it around later.

   The two dwarves had been busy preparing a flyer advertising Saturday
night as the first opening night for The Open Door.  Early that morning
flights of birds were delivering copies of the flyer around the forest area
to make sure that as many animals and humans as possible would know all
about their chance to visit the dwarves house to take advantage of the
special offers and discounts.  One night only.

   Sleepy had changed the look of the main front room to the dwarves house
simply by hanging curtains to create a stage area, into which the milking
frame had been moved, stringing lights and putting out as many seats as
possible around the walls.  Part of his future plan was to sell as many
drinks as possible.  But for that he needed customers.

   All of which is why Snow White found herself in a cage on the back of a
cart later that morning.  Sleepy was driving to Edgetown to do a little
promotion.

   Edgetown was the main market place on the edge of the magical forest,
where forest dwellers could meet and trade with humans.  It was a border
place with loose rules and Sleepy was well known as that was where he
usually went to gamble and drink.

   The sad truth, as Sleepy and Sneezy both knew all too well, was that the
forest animals did not have much cash.  For them to make some real money
they needed to bring in some humans and their wallets.  Advertising outside
the forest was harder but if the word spread out from Edgetown, Sleepy felt
sure that each week more and more humans would make the Friday journey to
try out the pleasures of The Open Door.

   The bad news at the moment for Snow White was that the cage was so low
that she was unable to stand up and had to travel on her knees, looking out
through the bars.  The good news was that she actually had on more clothes
than usual.

   Her standard dress of blue blouse (cut) and yellow skirt (trimmed) had
been replaced by a bright red bikini.  This followed from Sleepy's instinct
that you should show the customers a good deal but leave them waiting for
the full package - at least until they have spent their cash.  The bikini
pants were your normal small triangle of material.  The top was one of
those straight across bands that only really look good on young girls with
small busts.  Here of course, pulled tight as it was today, the bikini top
meant that Snow White's increasingly special boobs were squashed in firmly
and bulged out top and bottom.  With every jolt and bump of the cart,
delightful pink flesh also jolted and bumped.  Which certainly caught the
eye of anyone passing by.

   Sleepy thought that he had never been so happy.  Waving and smiling to
those that he met, he knew that he could smell the money.  He would be a
director.  He would be a showman and Snow White was the key.

   As agreed with Sneezy, preparations had already been made in Edgetown
but he had plenty of time and, as planned, would start with some parading.
So, when the cart reached the main market area filled with the usual
stalls, Sleepy tied Snow White's hands behind her back before releasing her
from the cage to step down.

   Sleepy had brought a long straight cane which ended with a dramatic
noose of thin rope that was now tied around the sweet girl's neck.  In her
red bikini Snow White was then pushed and led out to meet the shoppers,
many of whom could turn into customers.

   She had been briefed by Sleepy on her instructions and knew that if she
failed to follow them pain would reach sharply out to her.

   She was to approach as many people as possible, missing out nobody.  If
she knew their name she was to greet them by name.  If they were strangers
she was to address them as `Sir', `Madam, `Young sir' or `Miss'.  After
greeting each person Snow White was to stand close in front of them, legs
apart and ask each of them a single question "Would you care for a free
sample?" And come what may, she was to stay still until they had moved on
and made their way to the next encounter.

   All through the market flowed the usual Saturday mix of forest animals,
the occasional human who had reasons to live in the forest and other humans
from the outside world.  Gulping at the humiliation but prodded from behind
by the cane which pushed her forwards, Snow White walked up to the first
group - a grandmother with two grandchildren - to ask her questions.

   They had been strangers and the old grandmother looked curiously at Snow
White with sharp interest before deciding that there was no obvious scam. A
bony left hand reached out to latch onto the girl's right breast as the
grandmother's thin lips pressed into Snow White's mouth for a deep kiss. 
It was a shock when the old woman's tongue slipped deep into her mouth but
Snow White's instinctive move to back away was immediately stopped by the
cane's point into the back of her neck.  And she was forced to hold her
ground.

   "Mmm my dear.  Don't you taste nice?" said the crone appreciatively as
she wiped her lips.  "Well, children, go ahead.  You might as well have a
feel too.  And then we will go and look for ice cream." Which encouraged
the hesitating children to also reach out and squeeze and feel everything
that was within their reach.

   And on it went as Sleepy pushed and prodded his charge around the market
place.  For the best part of an hour the girl offered her free samples and
a whole variety of humans and animals accepted.  At least ten times her
boobies had been pulled out from their bikini band to be suckled, handled
and pulled.  But each time Sleepy had put them away again before moving on
to the next potential customer.

   Snouts, fingers, tongues, even a couple of tails, had tested out her
love channel and her mouth was bruised and well washed.  Her rear end had
been pinched and poked and she was sure it was showing red from the number
of times that shoppers had amused themselves by swiping at it with whatever
they had to hand.

   All in all, Sleepy now had their full attention and so was able to
announce that the mud wrestling was about to start for those who would be
interested.  And, after a pause, he called out - and Ladies and Gentlemen
it will be Free!

   The site for the mud wrestling had been chosen and prepared the previous
day.  Just off the market place it was a natural round hollow that was now
filled with enough water to make the clay soil brown and slippery.  As the
animals and people formed a circle around the mud Snow White was pushed
into the shallow water - which came to just above her ankles.  Hands tied
behind her back, in her red bikini, at the centre of an expectant crowd,
Snow White had never felt so vulnerable.  Looking at those faces made her
realise that she had no friends here.

   As her opponent Sleepy picked out a strong young lad from Edgetown
called Bill whom he knew from the local bars.  To make things fair or at
least a little fairer, Bill stripped to his underwear and offered his hands
to be tied behind his back.  But everyone could see that he was always
going to be stronger and faster than Snow White.

   With Bill sizing her up from the opposite side of the mud pond, Snow
White felt the cord lift from her neck so that she was now free to move as
she wished.  Sleepy called out that the wrestling bout would last for 10
minutes and that there were no other rules.  Starting Now.

   The crowd edged in as far as possible so that it formed a barrier right
round the mud pond, enclosing the two wrestlers as they began to circle
each other.  Snow White was quickly aware of how slippery the clay under
her feet was and how easy it was going to be to lose her footing and to
slide into the mud.

   For two passes her efforts to dodge and move around Bill kept her free
and standing but then he managed to reach out with one of his legs and the
girl was tripped for the first time - splashing down into the brown mud. 
Immediately Bill followed her down using his weight to pin her and both of
them were thrashing into the wet brown mud.

   Kneeling on her somewhere near her hip Bill tried to bring his mouth
down to bite at the red bikini strap - now covered in muddy patches - while
at the same time Snow White kicked and twisted as hard as she could to
throw him off.

   Both succeeded as she managed to wriggle out from under him just at the
point when Bill's teeth bit firmly onto the bikini top, so that her very
effort to twist away pulled the top up above the line of her nipples.  For
a very short glimpse the crowd was treated to a full dancing view of her
treasures before they became covered in mud as Snow White turned head down
to protect herself from the next attack.

   From this point onwards the wrestling bout lacked detail for the
watching crowd as Snow White and Bill both disappeared into slippery brown
shapes that thrashed at each other in the mud bowl.  Bill's shorts stayed
on, as Sleepy had intended, but he was still the envy of his friends and
would always swear that within the ten minutes of the bout his tongue had
visited two of Snow White's holes.  At the point when Sleepy called time,
as far as anyone could tell, Snow White was on her back with her face
pressed hard into Bill's groin.  But people saw different things.

   Sleepy the Showman was more than satisfied.  "That's all for now, folk"
he called.  "But don't forget The Open Door opens tonight and you are all
invited.  See you all there!"

   He felt that he had given them enough so did not chose to treat the
excited crowd to another phase of washing Snow White down with a water
hose. Instead the mud soaked girl was loaded back into her cage on the back
of the cart and was taken home to prepare for phase two of the show that
evening.  It was time to gather in the money.

   The Open Door opened its doors at 6pm that evening prompt when the music
was switched on.  As the queue of excited customers, animal and human,
began to enter they saw ahead of them Sleepy at his ticket desk, to the
right the old milking frame, to the left the bar area and in the centre
ahead, Snow White soaking in a tin bath.

   Sleepy and the other dwarves who were fully behind this money-making
venture, had considered other ways of displaying their main asset.  Snow
White could have been produced with a roll of drums.  She could have been
seen pole dancing, if they had a pole.  She could have been led around and
through the waiting crowd on her knees with a lead attached to a collar -
but in the end they had agreed on a bath display.

   As the crowds started to push eagerly into the room Snow White sank as
low as she could into the bath water, instinctively trying to cover up as
much as possible of herself.  Although she had been exposed again and again
this last week it was still a painful humiliation to her to feel that
everyone was staring at her nakedness.

   Sleepy greeted them with broad smiles and a price list.  All prices were
discounted by 15% for the first night - never to be repeated.  There were
multi-buy passes that would be good for the next six months.  Discounts
were offered at the platinum ticket level that covered rights to all 3 of
Snow White's holes (once each at least) plus two drinks.  In the future
they might be specific time slots for sale but not tonight - there were too
many customers and so everyone would have to move through in their turn a
little faster.

   And the bucket of cash and notes began to fill up.

   Once the cash was starting to come in and initial drinks and bottles had
been sold, Sleepy knew that it was time for Snow White to begin to earn
them their money.  Sleepy did not feel that there was any need to dry the
pink girl as she was handed up out from her tin bath to the sound of
whistles and general excited applause.  Dripping, she was simply led around
to the familiar milking frame where her neck and wrists were locked down to
the front and ankles to the rear.  She was spread out and ready for a long
evening's hard work.

   The other dwarves all helped of course.  Grumpy was in charge of setting
up the queue of customers heading for Snow White's rounded and raised rear
end.  Steps would be provided for shorter animals and anyone else not tall
enough.  Happy took charge of the queue that began to target her face and
mouth as it looked forward from the stocks end of the frame.  And Doc
applied liberal doses of his Erotic Rub cream to both of Snow White's rear
holes in order to provide a slippery start to proceedings.  Saliva would do
for her mouth, he calculated.

   And so the evening began with Snow White having no alternative but to
provide personal satisfaction to as many of the customers as possible in
their preferred way.  One by one they came to their turn and pressed
forward, entering the helpless beautiful girl, and Snow White was battered,
stuffed and choked as she was pushed from each end on the frame.  In
between, temporarily satisfied, each customer would drift over to the bar
area for refreshments before taking a decision on whether to cash in
another ticket or not and, if so, which line to join.

   To her surprise, Snow White began to feel a quiet sense of satisfaction
in her work.  Even with her eyes tight closed she could sense the urgent
needs that were being met by the thrusting customers.  And it felt good. 
She had not known how much her body was desired.

   It did not matter so much that her hanging breasts were pulled and
squeezed from front or back or whether she had to accomodate thin or fat
flesh, long or short - they each needed her and she would do her best to
make them happy.

   After the first ten minutes Snow White was way beyond anything that she
had ever experienced before and there was no sign that the customers were
going to stop coming for a long while yet.  Accepting her burden the naked
girl settled into a steady, inner place and began to see if she could even
enjoy her work.

   The heat stored in her fleshy tubes never had time to ease away as one
customer followed the next without any pause and she found that by
clenching a little and twisting her hips a little she could begin to track
down little tingles that grew slowly into major tingles and then on to
excitement.  And as it happened there was a stag thrusting his maleness
into her rear at the time when her first orgasm of the evening finally
exploded but her mouth was very full and no-one really noticed her body as
it tried to buck.

   Dizzy from her first success, Snow White gasped in air when she could
and pressed on, exploring the unsuspected fresh limits of her young body.

   The only break in her working routine on the opening evening was when
Sleepy called out that there would be an interval of ten minutes in which
there would be a gambling race as an extra excitement.

   The pink, flushed girl was allowed down from her working position on the
frame and had time for a stretch and a drink before being guided to lie
down on the floor under her frame.  Some space was made around her once
customers in the queues had been reassured that they would not lose their
place and could resume after the gambling break.

   Sleepy and Sneezy introduced the main actors in the race which were four
very cute little puppies, round, furry and leggy in their early weeks of
life.  Around their necks were tied 4 loose ribbons - red, blue, green and
yellow - and they were taken around the room as a parade.

   Hands reached to the puppies to greet them and the puppies nosed and
licked the customers in turn.  But when they reached Snow White, now lying
fully on the ground under her frame, Sleepy lent forward to pull at one of
her extended nipples so that a fine squirt of milk emerged.  He offered a
taste of her milk to each puppy in turn so that they licked Sleepy's
fingers with great interest.

   Sleepy explained to the punters that the race would begin at the other
end of the room, down a curved corridor between the customers that ended at
Snow White.  There were four puppies and only two nipples at the end of the
race so that the winners would be the two puppies that successfully
attached themselves to the milk supply.  Not necessarily the first to reach
her but the first to latch on fully and to start drinking.

   The betting was on naming the correct two colours for the winning dogs.
Each betting gambler would have a one in six chance of success and, if they
won would double their money.  Sleepy and the dwarves would of course be
the big winner.

   The bets were taken, even more money poured into the bucket of cash and
notes and the curved corridor was formed by the excited customers.  The
four puppies were released and began to race along, not particularly
efficiently it has to be said, but chasing each other along to the cheers
of the crowd.

   It was only when Snow White came into view and the smell from her
pregnant tits reached out to them that the puppies were reminded what they
were racing towards.  Food.

   Eager mouths and sharp little teeth reached towards Snow White's two
swollen nubs and it turned out that the winners were Blue and Green.  The
Red and Yellow puppy whined and scratched frustratedly at her, wherever
they could reach, while their brothers set about emptying every drop from
Snow White.  There was not a great deal available yet in any case so by the
time that the winners had wandered off for a burp things were a little
difficult for the two losers.

   Once the bets had been sorted, the winners paid and the puppies had been
cleared away to their owner the way was clear for the second and final
stage of the night's work for Snow White.  She was again returned to her
working position on the frame and the two queues returned to pick up again.
Slightly hesitantly at first and then noisily again as the drink and the
general enthusiasm resumed.

   The first night for the Open Door was held to have been a great success
and the dwarves had made more money than they had ever seen before in their
lifetime.

   With the final customer outside and the door to their house firmly
closed, Snow White was released and was back at her usual routine in the
kitchen making the dwarves their evening meal - although this time for a
change, no-one thought there was any point in her putting her usual clothes
on.  So Snow White worked and cooked in the nude.

   It was Grumpy who suggested that Snow White should now be made to drink
four large jugs of water every day to increase the amount of milk in her
breasts.  Sleepy and Sneezy led the discussion on how to continue from this
fabulous opening night and the need to make sure that every week there was
something new and special to keep interest keen.  They were sure that the
word would quickly spread around the forest and about Edgetown.  They would
make a fortune.  But maybe they would begin to need extra girls.......

   For her part as she served them their evening meal, later than usual,
Snow White realised that she had now grown quite used to standing naked in
front of them.  She was beginning to learn a good deal about herself and
her body and some of what she had learned made her smile as she placed the
full plates in front of her seven friends.

   8. Saturday - Dopey

   Dopey was a sensualist.  He liked to take things slow and easy,
savouring the moment.  Which was why the middle of Saturday saw him
luxuriating in a warm, scented bath, seated face to face with Snow White
and with his small dwarf foot as far up inside her as he could manage.  As
he wriggled his toes against her inner walls Snow White smiled lovingly
back at him - he had always been one of her favourites.  And, in any case,
the warm foot felt rather good and she was enjoying her day with him.

   Dopey of course had a reputation for hardly ever speaking.  As the
youngest of the dwarves he had grown up entirely in the enchanted forest
and preferred to speak the language of his childhood - the near silent
language that the forest animals spoke to each other and to humans who
understood them.  He managed fine and made himself quite clear to anyone he
wished to speak to.

   He certainly had no trouble so far in arranging his first day with Snow
White.  It had begun outside in the morning sunshine.  Dopey had oiled Snow
White's naked body completely with light baby oil and then she had returned
the favour, before the two of them had moved into a hammock stretched
tightly between trees in the warmth of the morning.

   And for an hour or two Dopey had indulged himself simply in the soft
pleasures of his naked flesh rubbing against Snow White's naked flesh as
they slid and slipped against each other.  The girl found that she quickly
relaxed into enjoying Dopey's firm stroking as he explored all of her,
piece by piece.  His fingers seemed to find as much pleasure in things like
her ears or the gaps between her fingers, as he oiled and rubbed, as in the
big time of her treasures.  And as she slipped into a sensual slow daze,
her own fingers, by themselves quite naturally began to move and rub over
Dopey's body so that things moved along quite nicely.

   After the session in their hammock there had been an interval based
around introducing Snow White to the subtle pleasures of drinking vodka
with a variety of juices.  She had tried it with orange juice, with
cranberry and even with pineapple.  And drinking had led in turn to
chocolate.

   For another hour or two the drunken girl had been stretched out on her
back, blindfolded, arms stretched out either side, while assaulted by
chocolate.  A giggling Dopey had started by teasing her by trailing the
chocolate around her lips, pressing it into her tongue and then moving it
away whenever she reached for it with her mouth.

   Later the chocolate was held by Dopey in his mouth and used like an
extension of his tongue as he dipped it in and out of Snow White's soft,
moist, eager mouth.  And as the chocolate melted between their two mouths,
inevitably that led to chocolate drenched kisses and intimacies of contact
between their tongues.

   Later still and Dopey was re-creating the celebrated Mars Bar moment as
a large, fat chocolate roll held firmly in his fist began to melt in the
heat generated by the rhythmic movement in and out of Snow White's very
open snatch.

   And, although, it was a little hazy by that time, that led to another
phase with Dopey now lying across the top of Snow White in classic 69
position, following the chocolate roll into her with his tongue, as deeply
as he could manage, while Snow White sucked indulgently on the soft, firm
flesh of his chocolate flavoured tool.

   Life was good and that had led to time in the bath together, as warm
scented water cleaned away the last remaining smell and taste of chocolate.
Dopey and Snow White felt very close to each other, warmly safe in their
intimacy.  Which was when the Wicked Queen interrupted things by arriving
noisily at the Dwarves' Cottage.

   With the help of her magic mirror, the Wicked Queen had of course
enjoyed keeping an eye on developments at the dwarves' cottage over this
last week.  Now she could not resist joining them for a free sample.

   The Queen took in at once what was happening in the bath as her eyes
swept across the pink, hazy girl in her intimate bubble with Dopey - and
she approved.  The Queen smiled as she waved her magic wand towards the
couple and pulled up a chair to watch.

   Snow White's blurred attention was caught by a sudden enlargement inside
her as the Queen's magic stretched out Dopey's foot and she gasped to find
herself so full and stretched inside.  At the same time, Dopey's foot
seemed to gain a burst of urgency and began a new forceful attack on her
inner channel.  Snow White could have sworn that his big toe was now
pushing hard up against her womb as it thrust deeply into her.  She decided
to close her eyes and concentrate.

   And whether it was the Queen's magic or just the steady sensual advance
through the afternoon, the orgasmic wave that finally broke through Snow
White's defenses was definitely the greatest that she had ever experienced.
The amazed girl lay back in the bath, mouth wide open, gasping for air as
warm feelings gradually pulsed and ebbed away inside her.  Dopey's foot
slipped out and seemed to return to its original size quite naturally.

   "My, my.  Who's a naughty girl, then?" asked the Queen playfully.  She
gestured to Dopey.

   "You.  Small fry.  Go and get me something good to drink while I give
this one what is coming to her."

   And while Dopey left the bath to dry and dress himself and to find the
Queen her drink, the magic wand was again waved lightly in Snow White's
direction.  She found herself unable to resist as she climbed out of the
bath, stark naked, rubbed herself down with a towel and settled face down
across the Queen's lap.  The Queen's left hand closed easily around her
hanging breasts as her right hand began to slap hard into Snow White's
inviting round bottom.

   "Twenty slaps, I think, for being so rude" the Queen decided.

   Between each slap her right hand stroked the increasingly red flesh at
Snow Whites' rear while her left hand continued to pull and tweak at her
tits.  And the Queen smiled because she was very happy to have at last
begun to break her rival.

   Dopey returned with the Queen's drink in a rather large glass just as
the final slap went home.  She told the dwarf that he would not be needed
for the next half hour and sent him away so that she could play alone with
Snow White.  But she was not feeling cruel and knew that she had
interrupted Dopey's day so she promised him that when he returned after
half an hour she would give him a present.

   Snow White by this time had moved away from the Queen's lap and now
knelt in front of her on the floor, quietly waiting for her next
instruction.  Her bottom hurt and her nipples were sore but it wasn't too
bad really.

   "Open your mouth and show me your tongue, girl" ordered the Queen
sharply.

   When Snow White obeyed the Queen again waved her magic wand and made
adjustments.  Snow White found that her mouth, for the moment at least, was
fixed open and that her tongue began to extend and thicken and then, most
alarmingly, split down the middle so the last 5 or 6 inches were forked
like a giant snake's tongue.

   "Perfect!" though the Queen and waved her wand again, this time at the
girl's mind.  There was now only a single thought in the whole of Snow
White's head which was how to give the awesome Queen as much pleasure as
she could possibly provide.

   Sighing happily in anticipation the Queen pulled back her skirt and sat
back ready to take full advantage.  Snow White and her magically enhanced
tongue slipped towards her and the tongue set to work.  Somehow the Queen
was able to use her magical link to remote control and direct the forked
tongue, so that she could move it mentally up or down a bit and could make
it work slower or faster as she chose.  The Queen gave herself up to
indulgent sensuality, made all the sweeter by knowing that it was her
conquered rival who was pleasuring her.

   For the full half hour Snow White worked tirelessly and without a break
in her efforts to please her mistress.  So that by the time Dopey returned
the Queen had come three times and was in a generous mood.  She even made
Snow White's tongue normal again.

   "So, little Dopey, what would you most like as a present from me?  Tell
me."

   She listened to the almost silent reply and smiled.

   "Just like all the men, eh?"

   And when she waved her wand at him Dopey felt things stir lower down
both length-wise and thickness-wise and knew that the other dwarves were
definitely not going to tease him again.

   "And what about her?  Any requests?" checked the Queen, still feeling
generous.

   She listened, smiled and waved her wand again at Snow White.

   "It's always the same, isn't it?" the Queen laughed.

   Although Snow White hardly noticed at first her breasts were now fuller
and firmer and, even though gradually filling with milk each day, stood
high and proud.  Highly sensitive and with perfect elasticity, the ideal
mounds stood ready to play and seeking attention.

   And Snow White's IQ seemed to shade down more than a little.  Maybe
there was a hint of bimbo-ness starting and some sluttishness too.  But
they were just shades and spices showing the bias of the great Queen's own
mind.  That would do for the time being.

   But that reached the limit of the Wicked Queen's generosity and as she
looked at her defeated rival she could not resist waving her wand one more
time at Snow White's face.  And the girl's nose was no longer perfect but
just a little too fat, too long and too turned up.  It wouldn't put off the
customers on Friday night of course, but any girls would notice and the
Magic Mirror would definitely have to adjust its rankings.

   Promising to keep an eye on how things developed, the Wicked Queen
departed back for her castle and Dopey was left to enjoy the remainder of
his first Saturday with Snow White.

   Perhaps it was the Snow Queen's magic or perhaps it was the result of
their sensual morning games together but Dopey found that he now had a very
willing partner who was `up for anything'.  The happy dwarf settled in to
bed with her to road test his promising new equipment.



   And you are probably wondering if the Prince turned up to kiss the sweet
Snow White and rescue her.  Well of course he did turn up and there was
certainly some kissing but the Prince was extremely happy to perform as the
King of Clubs, taking Randy the Woodman's place.  And afterwards he placed
an order for 28 of the packs of cards once they were finished so that he
could send them out to his friends next Christmas.

   In fact it turned out that the Prince enjoyed visiting the dwarves and
he commissioned a special photo to be sent on to him with Snow White's
dazed and open face covered in creamy royal jizz and the knob of his dick
in centre foreground to be made up into a poster with the large words
"Someday My Prince Will Come" across the bottom.
   And the next day was Sunday again and the girl belonged to Doc.