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   Segmentation fault Author: Kingdom Title: Snow White: Revenge of the
Dwarves Part: 1 of 2
Summary: The 7 dwarves take turns to play with their new toy Snow White.
Keywords: nc, mmmmmmmf, furry

   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 at 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 colours 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 as
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.

   **************************************************************

   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 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 were 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 they were
delighted with her and 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 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
day they would be completely free to enjoy their 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.

   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 man.

   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 Plumper lips.
Cock sucker.  Wet look.  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.

   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 the
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.

   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 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.  The 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.

   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.

   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 should 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 neared 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 from 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, 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.  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 by 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.

   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!

   As 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 she went.  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.

   "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 her.

   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 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 to come out the other side.

   "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 on.

   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
strong for him and then it was no longer quite so comfortable for Snow
White as his hands gripped her tightly and forced her head rapidly up and
down Grumpy's 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
exclusively because 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.

   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 to 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 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 flesh 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 first been 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
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 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 slide in for a quick
one."

   Locked down and displayed 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 deep within her womb but had a face
marked with running red juice from the tomatoes that had been thrown at her
by Dopey and an empty beer bottle hanging loosely from her rear.



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