Title: Slush Brown The long shadow ran almost the entire length of the room, ending just short of the heavy wooden door, stretching across the floor and finally, ominously attaching to its source, a long black brush-stroke against the window. The Evil Queen stood motionless for minutes at a time, gazing into the Black Forest, her form blocking out what little light could manage to enter the room. The existence of her shadow, a gigantic ebony mockery of her slender form seemed to be the only reason light was allowed to enter the room at all. Finally, a voice timidly broke the silence. "My Queen," it began, knowing it must speak regardless of the consequences. The voice was as dark as the room and as pale as the light. It continued, "Forgive the intrusion, my Queen, but I think you would wish to know, your waiting is at an end." The malevolent fire in her eyes was not directed at the voice; an expression of anticipation formed on her face. "Tell me!" she snarled, "Tell me what you mean!" She turned and approached a darkened corner. "She approaches, your highness. She enters the castle, even as we speak," the voice stated. "Here? Now? How? Why?" she demanded, approaching the wall, barren save for a large frame, the source of the voice. "She approaches of her own free will, master. And indeed, she is being directed to your chambers by your guard at this moment. She shall be here directly. As far as her reasons, my Lady, you must find that out from her yourself." The face that spoke the words was no more than a shadow against the wall on her mirror. The anger that burned within the Queen was not directed toward her uncanny servant, for he had fulfilled his orders exactly as directed: he had warned the Queen of the arrival. "Very well," she snapped, "Avaunt, shade!" Having had its say, the shadow evaporated from the mirror, being replaced by the queen's own dark countenance. She turned away, back towards the window. Shortly thereafter, the latch of the door slid to one side and the heavy wooden door swung open, allowing the torch-light in the hallways to battle the room's shadows for possession of the floor. She stood in the doorway, a silhouette bathed in the light, pausing only a moment before entering the chamber. Without even turning around, the Queen knew exactly where her nemesis stood. She squeezed her left hand into a fist, and the door slammed shut with a thunderous report. Her guest did not flinch, even though the shock wave from the door closing went through her small frame almost knocking her over. "So...my dear...you have returned," the Queen began, her voice having the quality of honey coated with strychnine. Taking one step closer to the window, her shadow loomed even larger, enveloping her quarry. "What have you to say for yourself? That is, before I have my vengeance!" And with that, the Evil Queen turned and faced Snow White. Snow White truly was the fairest in the land. Her alabaster skin shone with a translucence equaled only by her innocence and purity. Her full red lips and dark brown doe-eyes were further testimony to her full beauty. She stared at the Queen without any fear and then broke off her gaze. She looked to the side of the room, turned and took a step. Grabbing a chair, she allowed herself to fall into it. The Queen was suspicious, yet intrigued. This frail little rabbit showed not the least bit of fear, even in the wolf's den. "Where have you been these last few weeks?" she asked. Snow White looked up, then out towards the window and motioned with her head towards the Black Forest. "I...I could not follow your travels, after you entered." It was a difficult admission on the Queen's part; for her mirror just fogged up whenever it would peer into the heart of the Black Forest. Snow White had truly been out of the Queen's reach these last few weeks. But now, now she was in the heart of the Queen's stronghold and there would be no escape. She continued, "Tell me: what of your travels through there. Your clothing and your hair tell me you have obviously not been living the life of a Princess. Tell me." Snow White looked up and met the Queens gaze. She closed her eyes and took a breath, slowly letting it out, through her slender frame. Then she opened her eyes once again and began to tell her tale. -------------------- Snow White had fled into the Black Forest when the jealous Queen threatened her with certain death. Having nowhere to hide, Snow White ran aimlessly until she was exhausted and thoroughly lost. She just happened onto the quaint little cottage. If she has known then what her future in the house would be like, she would have run away faster than a teenager can run from a bloody hockey mask. Instead, Snow White knocked, then entered the empty cottage. What she saw inside was a total mess. The cottage obviously hadn't been cleaned in weeks. More hungry than tired, Snow White figured that if she cleaned the house, the owner might give her room and board until she could figure out what to do next. Snow White set to work and cleaned the entire cottage in short order. She didn't know what to make of some of the things she found. There were plenty of collars and other restraints, but the owner didn't have a dog. After seeing the bedroom, she knew that there were seven people living in the cottage, and they were all male. Still, she didn't think anything about the fact that she was completely outnumbered. She cleaned and put away what she could, and piled the rest on a bench near the table. She wanted to put some stuff in the basement, but it was locked up tight. The work was more tiring than she had realized. Plus, there was a still-smoldering opium pipe near the fireplace. Poor innocent little Snow White didn't realize this. All she knew was that she was tired all of a sudden. She trudged upstairs and fell asleep in one of the beds. Meanwhile, the cottage owners were busy at work in their secret rubber mines. They had found the richest, purest underground deposits of latex in all the land. All they had to do was mine a few hours each day, and they made enough money to live very comfortably in the woods and do as they pleased. The only job the evil queen required of them was to mine enough latex to keep the queendom running like a, um, ah, well-oiled machine. Happy subjects make for a happy queen. The queen had never met the reclusive mine owners. The queen's subjects had done their best to keep their identities (and proclivities) a secret from the queen. You see, the owners were seven dwarves with peculiar sexual appetites. Their names were: Humpy, Nasty, Feely, Sleazy, Pervie, and Hung. The seventh was Fucking Stupid; that wasn't his name, but that didn't seem to matter to anyone. Nobody was quite sure the dwarves would be, ah, compatible with the queen. And an unhappy queen makes for unhappy subjects. Tastes do vary, and the queen's subjects didn't want to run the risk of the queen not liking the dwarves and locking them up. If she did that, the precious latex supply might be cut off. Once the current order of latex for the upcoming Masked Jailer's Ball and Fund-Raiser Interrogation had been filled, the mine owners knocked off. Then they headed home to their little cottage in the woods. Upon arriving home, the seven dwarves began their nightly litany at the front door. Upon reaching the door, Humpy says, "Keyhole." Sleazy says, "No. Let me unlock it first." Humpy says "Keyhole!" insistently. Sleazy recoils, says "Hey!" and slaps Feelie. Then repeats "AFTER I unlock it. Now move out of the way." Humpy slyly, with a grin spreading across his face, "O...K..." and steps behind Sleazy. Sleazy suddenly looks up, alarmed, "Hey wait a second! Not this time, not again. No keyhole and NO BUNGHOLE!" He pauses and realizes it's just not sinking in (because it *is* sinking in). Then suddenly he points to a nearby tree and says, "Look! Knothole!" "Knothole?" "Knothole!" "Better than a keyhole! My knothole!", and Humpy happily ambles off in that direction. Suddenly, Feelie stops in his tracks and says, "Hey...I felt something." The others give him a look as if he just said that he realized that he's been breathing lately. "No...I mean...inside. There's someone inside our house!" The door quietly opens. The dwarfs creep in silently. Sleazy and Feelie are followed by Hung and Pervie, one of which stumbles on the threshold and is caught by the other. And behind them, Fucking Stupid ambles in, and Nasty (as usual) brings up the rear. Humpy is nowhere to be seen. The only sounds audible are the distressed cries of a woodpecker in the distance. Shocked at what they see, yet relieved that the basement was still locked, the dwarves creep around the house, examining the cottage carefully. Finding nothing broken or missing, the dwarves give up trying to figure out just what happened. Since Feelie is never wrong about these things, the dwarves know the intruder must be upstairs. Slowly, they creep up upon the sleeping form of Snow White. Pervie makes a low, moaning sound, looks down at his trousers dejectedly, and then quickly disappears around a corner with his handkerchief. The dwarves exchange a few curious, low whispers. And then, just as the two missing dwarves rejoin them, Snow White rolls back over, opens her eyes and sees her hosts, and gasps with a start. The dwarves are as pleased as Snow White is surprised. Silently, six of the dwarves start making their devious plans. Fucking Stupid, however, is wondering how long he can go without taking a dump. Then he wonders if he should hold a contest with himself. After trying really hard to figure out what to offer himself as a prize, he gives up on the idea. Fucking Stupid realizes his mistake right when the fresh shit drools onto his shoes. Pervie, disgusted at Fucking Stupid for shitting on himself, tosses him down the stairs and out the front door. Nasty is also angry that he didn't think of it first. "Oh my!" Snow White says, staring at the diminutive men beside the bed. Finally she asks, "Why...who are you?" "Who are WE?" says Feely. "Well, I'd have to say that's a first! We get a women into our bed and in the morning she asks us OUR names." Snow White simply continued to stare on blankly, oblivious to anything beyond the fact that she had been napping in their bed. Realizing his joke had flopped, Feely continues, "We are miners. We are the owners of this cottage. We are the owners of that bed. And what WE want to know is NOT who are we, but who are YOU!" Humpy taps Feely on the shoulder and whispers something into his ear. Feely then adds, "Well, Fucking Stupid over there wants to know why whenever he tinkles, his trousers get..." Feely stops in mid-sentence, turns, slaps Fucking Stupid and yells, "You wouldn't piss on yourself if you stopped wearing your pants backwards! You ain't gonna reach all the way around no matter how hard you try!" "Why, you're all little men!" Snow White says. She did seem to be a little slow on the uptake, although the opium wasn't making things easier. Hung waved his hand in front of her face to see if there was any reaction. He seemed mildly pleased that there wasn't. After pondering the fact that they were all little men, Snow White had another bright thought. "Maybe you could help me. I've fled from the Evil Queen. I need a place where she can't find me." "What, a freeloader?" says Nasty. "Mooch off us and give us shit in return?!? He then stops to reconsider the thought. "Certainly not," says Snow White. "I could be very useful. Why, already I've tidied up your cottage. It looks like the floors hadn't been swept in who knows how long." "You...swept...the floors?!?" Nasty exclaims in disbelief. "And made the beds." "The beds?!?" "And did the laundry." "Not the laundry too!" Nasty is livid. "The vermin, the crust, the smells...all gone?!? It's taken me MONTHS to get the sheets that stiff. And you just go, without asking, and... and... That's it. I'm going to take a bath," he says and storms off. Snow White is confused by it all. "But...but...but...I was just trying to help. And...why is he heading downstairs, when the bathtub is in the next room?" "He's going outside," Humpy says. And when met only by a quizzical look from Snow White he adds, "the septic tank is outside." "You KNOW," says Pervie, "we are missing an important point. Regardless of what she's done, she said she'd be willing to help us...give us a hand with things, so to speak," and casts a glance at Feely. "And I bet she cooks too." "Of course I do," says Snow White. "As a matter of fact, before I got so sleepy, I was going to whip up something. Beat some eggs, toss a salad, rub sage on a chicken and cook until tender, pound some meat into balls, and maybe have some mashed potatoes too." They all look on with interest. Pervie, seems lost in thought. "Ohhhhhh maaaaaaaaaan" he says with a distant look in his eyes, then suddenly he looks down at his trousers and says, "oh. Uh, I'll be right back" and dashes away. Sleazy says, "Well, I think we'd be willing to help you out. We could come to a sort of understanding. And, for the time being, you'd be safe from the Queen here. She wouldn't touch us." To which Feely adds, "And if we touch you, that means she wouldn't touch you either!" "Then it's agreed!" Snow White says. They all nod, except Fucking Stupid, who is kicked in the ass by the remaining dwarfs. Sleazy addressed Snow White in a stern, yet gentle fashion. "Snow White, if you're going to be making dinner and cleaning up around here, we can't let you get your clothes dirty." Sleazy drops to his knees by his bed. After saying a little prayer of thanks, he pops up with a garment bag he got from under his bed. The other dwarves look on knowingly. They remembered the garment bag all right. The last time Sleazy brought out the garment bag was when a travelling circus came through on the trail in the woods. After a night full of debauchery around their campfire, the dwarves realized that they had never learned so much about sex from one woman in all their lives. All seven of them -- even Fucking Stupid -- were ready to run away and join the circus at sunup. And if even one of them had been able to get the knots untied in time, they all would have. So where were we? Ah yes -- the garment bag! Sleazy pulled out something that was somewhat utilitarian in nature, not too threatening, and ohhhhh so sexy. Yes, he pulled out the French Maid outfit. Six dwarves had smiles on their faces as they handed Snow White her outfit. Fucking Stupid was too busy to notice what was going on. He was trying to catch a flame in the fireplace. Snow White thanked them, then took a good look at the outfit. "My, this dress is short, isn't it? And what happened to these cute little panties? There's a slit in here big enough to fit a third leg in!" Hung just smiled a knowing smile, and all the dwarves burst into laughter. The dwarves all left the room while Snow White changed. What she didn't realize was that they all went in the adjacent bathroom. Each dwarf uncovered his own knothole. Each dwarf (except Humpy) peered through the knothole. All the grunting and slapping noises in the next room never gave Snow White so much as a clue. Being more than familiar with the female anatomy, the dwarves were all aghast at what they saw. Snow White, completely naked, started to get into her new panties. They all saw that Snow White was a virgin. First every dwarf dick went limp, then every dwarf started to think for a second, and every dwarf dick was a raging boner once again. All this erection change was making Hung's spleen work overtime. He sat down until the dizziness passed. The rest of the dwarves, smiling knowingly, sat down with Hung for a moment. They immediately prepared to draw straws. Humpy made 2 long straws and 5 short ones. Fucking Stupid got distracted and started stirring the toilet with his dick. Humpy promptly throws one of the short straws out. Pervie, seeing the toilet bowl, was reminded of potatoes again. "Ohhh, maaaaan!" said Pervie. He got out his handkerchief and started to clean himself up again. Everyone quickly drew straws, and put them in their pocket for later. Nobody showed the others what straw they had gotten. "Hey" said Hung, "what about the peep show?" They all raced back to their holes and there was Snow White, still sitting on the floor naked. Her alabaster skin was somewhat out-of-place in the setting of the dwarves' bedroom. She was looking at the crotchless panties, slowly mouthing "one ... two ... three", then looking at her legs and slowly mouthing "one ... two". She repeated this a few more times before giving up. She put her left leg in the left hole, and started mouthing "one ... two" while looking at the remaining holes in the panties. Then she looked at her remaining leg, and finally gave up entirely. She just stuffed her right leg in a hole. All the dwarves were relieved to see that she had stuffed it in the right hole. Hung smiled a sly little smile. "OK, fellas, you can come in now," Snow White said, "What do you think?" The French Maid outfit fit her perfectly, showing enough to intrigue, yet hinting at things that arouse more than the curiosity. Several of the dwarfs gathered around her. Hung stood several paces away from her, but the others generally kept a clear path in front of him (only once did he have to give Feelie a gentle tap on the shoulder and point his thumb off to the side to remind him to stay clear, to which he quickly acquiesced). The dwarfs tried to be somewhat nonchalant about it, knowing it would take a little time to "break her in." They immediately set forth a set of tasks for her to perform, often requiring leaning over to dust the mouse hole (they seemed to have a great respect and fear of the mouse -- especially Hung), and stretching to reach items on high shelves. She had to clean the stains from their pants, while they were wearing them ("no time to waste taking them off"). Nasty finally got a little bored with this, and started to light the opium pipe. Pervie admonished with "Nasty!". A defeated Nasty quietly took the dried turds out of the opium pipe and put the opium back in before lighting it. The dwarves looked around the room and counted off silently while Snow White was squatting down to clean under the couch. Six dwarfs were present and accounted for. Fucking Stupid was up on the roof, hocking loogeys and trying to pee on them before they made it to the ground. Humpy said "You know, I would have run him out of here years ago if he didn't have that velvety-smooth tongue." "That, and he's the only one stupid enough to go into the deepest parts of the mines" countered Pervie. The other dwarves nodded in agreement. It was time. The dwarves all showed their straws, one by one. Pervie was the first to come up with a short straw, so he would get to go first. Hung was the last to show a short straw, so he got to go last. Everyone was relieved to see this. Fucking something after Hung got done with it meant, at best, dealing with neither partner knowing that a new entry had been made. At worst, it meant dealing with nothing but exploded bits of fur and nasty bits. All the dwarves knew the REAL story about how Bambi's mother got killed. In the meantime, Snow White had been dusting off the bookshelf. An old leather bound volume, with gold leaf letters caught her eye. The foreign words of the title meant nothing to her, as she knew little of the Asian sub-continent. But something about the old, well worn, dog-eared book intrigued her. Nothing on the bookshelf had really caught her attention till now. Hesitantly, she reached out towards the book, her alabaster hand trembling with uncertainty. She had barely touched its cover, when much to her horror, it fell from the shelf and hit the floor with a dull thud, opening to somewhere in the middle of the volume. When she was sure no one had seen this little accident, she turned her attention back to the book. It seemed to be filled with pictures. Pictures of people, usually two people, a man and a woman. They were, well, she was not sure exactly what they were doing. She peered down, getting closer to the book to try to figure out exactly what it was all about. "OK boys, let's line up behind me" said Pervie. Pervie doffed his shirt, dropped his pants and put his underwear on his head. He approached Snow White from behind while spouting Russian poetry. He took one long look at Snow White, leaning over. He admired her butt cheeks peeking out from under the skirt, covered by a thin layer of powder pink silk panties. "Oooh!" said Snow White as Pervie stepped right up behind her. She had the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Then she felt like she DID go to the bathroom. Then she felt like she needed to go all over again. This was so confusing! Need-to-go ... went. Need-to-go ... went. Then she felt hands caressing her breasts, and looked back to see Pervie mounting her bung hole, and Feelie reaching around from behind Pervie to grab her tits. Snow White just didn't understand. Pervie withdrew and went for her armpit while Feelie got carried away with fondling the lower part of her back just above her butt crack (he had worked his way there from her breasts). Around this time, Nasty had moved in and removed her shoes and was cleaning the lint from her toenails, with his nose. Every now and then, when he had gathered up enough of a cluster of lint, he would mix it with toe jam and stuff it in his bellybutton for safe keeping to be used later. Humpy started in with her discarded shoes, but quickly moved on. Seeing Nasty stuffing lint into his bellybutton made Humpy decide to check out Snow White's. Having quickly filled that hole, he moved onto to her nose and ears. He did pause, for a moment, to wonder whether it would be better to first get his dick covered in wax and then snot, or snot and then wax. But he worked so fast, it happened practically at the same time. Not to be left out, Fucking Stupid wandered over holding a cucumber of extraordinary size and started mushing it into Snow White's hair. He repeated this with some pears and peaches, alternating every now and then by mashing it into his hair. He was trying to figure out why he could feel it when he smashed the fruit into his hair, but not hers. Eventually he got tired of that, and instead used potatoes, both red and russet. Pervie was almost too busy working the back door to notice. Almost. Now Snow White was really confused, for not only did she have this on-again/off-again need to go to the bathroom, it now felt like a diarrheic need to go. Sleazy, having patiently waited his turn, quickly jumped into the fray. While Snow White was preoccupied with trying to make sense of all these strange, foreign sensations (as well as foreign objects), she saw this little, hairy, but strong-armed man appear in front of her. In one smooth, well practiced movement, like a high-schooler unsnapping a bra, his hands passed over his belt buckle, unbuckling it, and his pants dropped to his ankles. A sweeping flash of his hands readjusted his glasses, and then they went for the kill. He grabbed himself and started masturbating furiously, grunting like a wart-hog that had wart-remover spilled on it. Snow White was quite concerned, as the poor little fellow seemed to be in pain, the way he was grabbing his waist, rolling around on his back and unable to make any more coherent noise than a snort. She would have tried to help him, but she was afraid she'd step on the little guy giving her a pedicure. The one they all seemed to pick on seemed to be giving her some new hair treatment (she normally just used rose-buds and the morning dew off of lillies to wash her hair), and it was quite possible that she just wasn't hearing what the poor fellow rolling around on the ground was saying. She thought it was some of the fruit pulp from Fucking Stupid that had gotten into her ears. Had he known, Humpy might have taken offense, but as it was, he was too busy with her nose to take noice. As far as the strange feelings in her behind and the periodic groping from Feely, she just chalked it up to something she ate and the uniform rubbing her in strange, yet somehow intriguing, places. Having hung back and waited long enough for them to have their fun, the last dwarf decided it was time. The door burst open and Hung appeared, slowly walking towards the doorway, grinning like the Cheshire Cat that had just been adopted by the Pied Piper. Hung staggered in, half dizzy from having his blood rerouted to other points. Between that and the opium, Hung was half delirious. Usually he would show a little restraint and respect for his intended victim. Not this time. He grabbed ahold of the hanging wagon-wheel that served as a chandelier for the living room, and started to swing. The other dwarfs -- even Fucking Stupid -- were smart enough to get out of his way. Hung aimed himself carefully at Snow White, who was bending over to pick up a rubber dong that was laying on the floor. Hung swung toward her with a mighty heave, and let go of the chandelier. Just then, Snow White slipped on some mashed peaches on the floor, and fell flat on her stomach. Hung flew right over her and smashed into the kitchen pantry. He got up, having been knocked back to his senses, and pulled the remnants of a large cabbage off the head of his still-throbbing dick. Snow White rolled over on the floor and was about to pick the mashed peaches off of the pink panties. They had been ground in pretty well. Then she peered through the large middle hole in the panties and noticed that a lot of the peaches had been smeared all over her. She tried to get all of it out, and got the *strangest* feeling when she tried ot wipe it off. "Let me help you with that, little darlin'." Snow white looked up to see Hung standing in front of her, completely naked. She didn't know what to think of what she saw. She had no idea what she was looking at. A smiling Hung walked up to her, inserting himself in her well-lubricated womanhood as he went. He took her hands in hers, and picked her up and put her on the kitchen table. Snow White noticed that he did this without using his hands, and she got an astonished look on her face. Clearly, she enjoyed something about this. As Hung backed up and approached her again, she found herself enjoying it more. The third time, she had figured out exactly what it was that she was enjoying. Once it was obvious that Snow White was an excited, willing partner, Hung went at it with gusto. The other dwarfs just looked on in awe, watching the master at work. When Snow White and Hung finally finished, Snow White was a new woman. She wanted to try all the combinations of things that they could all come up with. Pervie and Feelie looked at each other. "Page 385", whispered Feelie. Pervie giggled and they took their places around Snow White and went at it. Hung had a fondness for page 417, so this held him up for a while. As usual, Fucking Stupid had to actually refer to the book. Hours passed in this fashion, and finally, everyone passed out from exhaustion. Snow White woke up to see that the basement door had been unlocked. But before she got up, she realized she had a desparate need for...a cigarette. Even though she had never smoked before in her life, let alone even seen a cigarette she was sure that was what she needed. She reached into the back pocket of a pair of discarded trousers lying nearby, and pulled out a pack. Again, she simply knew that's where they would be. As she drew the smoke deep into her as-yet tar-unstained lungs, she surveyed the room. All the dwarfs were fast alseep, huddled together on top of each other like puppies in a whelping box. Some were snoring others were quiet, but none stirred. Snow White realized that that was precisely the last position she remembered them in before fatigue had overwhelmed her. But now she was well rested. And the nicotine had hit her blood stream. She was feeling a little hungry. But mostly, she was horny, and damn nigh insatiable. She realized the boys'd need their rest, if they wanted to have another session after supper. Although she realized, she didn't particularly CARE what they thought. They WOULD have another session tonight, like it or not, although she knew they would like it. But for the moment, she had best let them recharge. She glanced over at the copy of the Kama Sutra lying on the floor. She leafed through a few of the pages, realizing there was little in it that she now did not have first hand experience with. It was then that her thoughts began to wander down to the basement. She was curious about the strange odor emanating from there and felt strangely drawn down there. She went through the open door, and with a candle in one hand, proceeded down the creaky steps, quietly humming "Someday, my prince will come" and laughing a throaty laugh to herself as she thought about it. She was also chuckling because she had discovered that she could carry a spare candle AND have one hand free at the same time. All of Snow White's newly-gained experience was about to be thrown out the door. Holding the candle only served to remind Snow White that she was horny again, and by the looks of things in the basement, she was about to meet her match. Snow White took the candle and lit several lamps on the walls to get a good look at the wonders. The dwarfs had been busy little craftsmen indeed. It seemed that every inch of the basement was crammed full of exercise equipment, except that this type of exercise equipment would make better use of the bar than the bell. There were racks, slings, harnesses, chairs, pumps, benches and tie-downs of every type imagineable. They were beautiful, hand-made wooden pieces that the dwarfs had obviously made themselves. Even more interesting than the various ways of holding a person was the fact that each one of these devices was fitted with probing devices of almost every size and shape. Snow White didn't know where to begin. She was so excited at the prospect of non-stop sex from a source that never got tired, she didn't even need the heated massage oil that she had smelled earlier. Snow White hopped right up on a cute little number with foot pedals. She started pumping the pedals, and the machine pumped her right back! A large dildo attachment was sliding in and out of Snow White. The faster she pedaled, the faster it pumped! This was a little too much fun. After a thrilling ride, Snow White jumped on a trapeze device that let Snow White swing to her heart's (and hole's) delight. After that came the wind-up bed, the titillating toilet, the bouncing bidet and what can only be accurately described as the rolling, reaming, rectum ride. After countless thundering orgasms, Snow White discovered that she was hoarse from all the screaming. As she caught her breath, she noticed that she was no longer alone in the basement. She heard a low, barely audible, choking mutter. She quickly realized that the voice did not belong to any of the dwarfs. A glance around the exercise room revealed that the voice was coming from a box in the corner of the basement, about the size of a footlocker. She walked over to it, and saw a small, hand-painted sign on top of the box that read: "Gimp -- Caution: Do Not Wake." Having learned earlier the many pleasures of exploring new experiences, she can hardly be blamed for taking the skeleton key hanging above the trunk and unlocking it. No sooner had she opened the latch, than the top flung open. Snow White, surprised by the sudden motion, fell backwards and could only stare onward, frozen by what she had done. An arm had flung open the top of the trunk. The sinewy limb, twisted in an unnatural position, was clad in black leather. Soon it was joined by a second arm, similarly attired, although it was evident from the color and contour, that this was a different piece of leather. Both arms rotated 90 degrees in two searate axes, creaking and cracking as they did so, and the hands gripped two opposite sides of the box. Slowly, they served to lift a body out of the box. As it emerged, it was obvious that this body had somehow been lying or perhaps packed in the box in a completely unnatural position. The black leather covered the entire body, including the face, which was covered by a mask with holes cut out only for the eyes and nose. A large zippered opening covered where the mouth would be. This explained the non-verbal vocalizing that she had been hearing. The figure was wearing a bizarre patchwork skin-tight leather costume. He emerged from the box, stood, and seemed to be relocating a half-dozen dislocated joints. It was at this point that Snow White noticed that part of the apparent uniform consisted of a serious looking collar around the neck with a heavy chain that was attached to the box. She also realized, that lying where she was, she was well within the range the chain afforded. The Gimp approached her. Her screaming orgasms had been loud and violent enough to rouse the dead, and the Gimp was far from dead. He would have torn off her skirt, but she had not been wearing one for hours. He surveyed her prone form and approved. A twisted hand reached for a zipper that opened horizontally just below his waist, slowly unzipping it and letting his member fall out. Snow White had been scared, but somehow the smell of the leather made her remain in place. She looked on lustily as The Gimp revealed his true intentions. And then she saw it and it was like nothing she had ever seen. Granted she had only seen seven of them before, but she thought the dwarfs displayed unusual variety. Until now. Even though his penis was covered in the same patchwork leather remnants as the rest of him, with a zipper running down the length of his shaft, she could tell its dimensions. Or rather, its lack of dimensions. A five-year-old's pinky would have exceeded its length and width. And a pus-colored fluid seeped out of the end. But in addition, there was some strange splint-like device that was strapped to it, with a tube that went back into his pants. The Gimp was grabbing something on his belt, and a pumping, inflating noise could be heard. Being generous, the dangle-angle of his dick and increased at most by 30 degrees. The sight was as shocking and arousing as a bucket of ice cold water. Except, had she been doused with ice water, she would have still been wet. As he stood over her, Snow White leaned back, but only to support her back with the floor, so as to give more force behind her leg as she propelled her foot as hard as she could into the house that Frankenstein's Monster's Dick had built. Her foot hit the mark, which was marked with a cracking, popping noise. The Gimp crumbled to the ground, soundlessly and remained motionless. Snow White stood up and realized that the dwarfs had been watching this display of self-defense from the top of the stairs. Nasty was the first to attend to the Gimp. He swiftly ran down the stairs and didn't even stop to say hello to Snow White. "Ya stupid IDIOT! Your only supposed to try for it when they're ASLEEP!" Nasty gave the Gimp a swift kick in the head to make his point. Hung just looked on with pity. Hung felt sorry for the Gimp because his cumshots alone were bigger than the Gimp's member. Fucking Stupid never had the brain power to feel sorry for the Gimp. After all, here was someone who *moved* like Fucking Stupid *thought*. They shared a strange kinship, those two. Fucking Stupid went outside to catch a live skunk. He wanted to give it a bath in the septic tank and see which one smelled worse afterward. Snow White felt something slip behind her and grab her bottom while something else felt her breasts at the same time. Sure enough, Feelie was walking through the crowd of dwarfs to get a closer look. Feelie crouched down and felt the Gimp's privates. His expert touch could tell immediately that the Gimp would be okay, relatively speaking, if they could only get the swelling to go down. Everyone looked expectantly at Snow White. "Well?" asked an excited Pervie. Hung looked on hopefully, and Nasty just sniffed that the job was beneath him at this point in his development. Snow White sighed, and took her place beside the Gimp. As she ministered to the Gimp's needs, the dwarfs ministered to hers. Snow White appreciated the attention. The poor Gimp didn't know what to think. Here was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with or withput the mask; first she kicks his balls flat, then she starts going down on him like a French Quarter whore at midnight. Poor bastard knew he would never be able to get it up again unless a woman racked him first. Yes, the Gimp was even more fucked up than before. The only surprise was the quantity of jism the Gimp produced. He seemed to be going for about 30 seconds non-stop. Snow White had been expecting a quantity in proportion with his diminutive flange, so she hadn't planned on holding her breath. She started coughing which only caused the foul fluid to come out of her nose. The rank smell of which caused her to immediately vomit all over the Gimp's chest. This immediately caught Nasty's attention. He whispered to Feely, "Maaaaan, if only she had a sister with a stronger body odor, I'd be set for life!" and gave him a gentle elbow in the ribs. Once Snow White recovered from the reflexive nausea, she realized that the Gimp had continued to spray her while she was hurling. She sat back and realized she had done more than her job, since she would not have racked him if he hadn't had such a small pecker in the first place. Having finished that task, she realized her stomach was empty, and she had worked up an appetite. "OK, fellas," she began, "How about this time YOU make dinner for ME?" Feelie and Pervie took this to mean that she wanted to go down on each of them. Nasty had thoughts that needn't be verbalized here, and Hung correctly surmised that she simply meant cooking She waited for the murmurs to die down a little before adding, "I've been doing all the cooking and cleaning lately, and I can use a break. And besides, I'd be EVER so grateful. Why, I'd do ANYTHING. Even Chapter 17." Every dwarf, except for Fucking Stupid smiled broadly, knowing that his guess had been right. Sleazy quickly exchanged a glance with Pervie, and then said guardedly, "Page 443?" "That's in Chapter 17. I'd go through the WHOLE chapter without even untying the knots." She blinked her eyes in a provocative way that had every dick at attention. Just before Pervie could be the one voice of dissent, she added, "Baked. A big batch of baked potatoes. Mmmmmm, that'd be so good." Before Pervie could utter a word, his expression changed, and he quickly ran out of the room, saying "I'll be right back in a minute." Before he was out of earshot, Snow White added, "We could finish off the whole sack of potatoes." "nnnnnnggggg! Make that two minutes," Pervie yelled from the stairs. In his absense they decided to make her dinner. It's one thing to be a set of perverted midgets. It's another to actually be able to use food items for their intended purpose. Suffice to say that about 5 hours later, after having soiled (in the more conventional sense, with the exception of a saucer and casserole that Nasty was handling) every dish, plate, bowl, and utensile in the kitchen, the dwarfs finally had managed to whip together a meal of baked potatoes (Pervie almost soiled some dishes when they brought out the bag of potatoes, but he managed to run out of the kitchen with the burlap sack in time). To be fair, they were twice-baked, spiced, and looked and smelled pretty good. In the mean time, Snow White had been watching this comedy of errors with amusement, that gradually turned into irritation as the cigarettes failed to quell her appetite for dinner, and eventually frustration, as she realized that she would either have to put up with waiting all day for a fucking baked potato, or feed seven hungry dwarfs herself (and they DID work up an appetite, both in the mines and at home). And that was to say nothing of the complete mess in the kitchen which she was sure would fall upon her. She had been stewing almost as long as the potatoes, but just before she began to boil over, she heard Humpy bang the dinner gong. He quickly cleaned up the mess and then announced that dinner was now being served. The seven of them sat at the table, with Hung at the end (it was safest that way) and began passing around the potatoes. For all of the waiting, the meal, although simple, did have a certain appeal. But before they could begin eating, the door burst open and in came Fucking Stupid, running as fast as a person with their pants around their ankles could run. He gesticulated wildly, running circles around the table, but as usual, said nothing. Pervie, sniffing the air as Fucking Stupid ran by said, "Christ! Hey Nasty, I think you've got some competition here in the stench category!" turning towards Fucking Stupid's last known position, he said "What the hell crawled up your ass and died!?!" In response to which, Fucking Stupid jumped up onto the table and pointed to a bushy, black tail that was indeed sticking out of his ass. He then stopped running and started chasing the tail, turning around and around in circles, knocking over each glass of milk that was on the table, in front of each place setting. "Aw shit!" Feelie said with frustration, "it took me all morning milking just to get that." "Yeah..." Snow White agreed dreamily, lost in thought of the morning. After about 30 seconds of further mayhem, Fucking Stupid finally caught the tail and then gave it a big yank. With a loud the owner of the tail was retrieved from where he was "holed up." The owner was a skunk, and while he was happy to be freed from his incarceration, he could not, in any way, be described as happy. He immediately began spraying. And Fucking Stupid in shock and horror, immediately began pointing it at everyone seated around the table. Although, as luck would have it, the only one not to get hit in this skunk roulette was Nasty, which upset him as much as, if not more than, everyone else who was sprayed. The shit stained skunk then rolled around the serving plate, pissed on the potatoes and bit Snow White on the ankle before trotting out the door. Fucking Stupid could tell something was wrong, but he had already forgotten what it was, since he had thought he finally discovered why farts smell. Snow White had tried to be nice, tried to be understanding. She had even tried to find out his real name. But then, when he remembered it was the skunk that was pulled out of an ass that had caused the trouble and tried to fix it by returning it to where it was, but incorrectly remembered it as being up Snow White's ass, as well as incorrectly remembering that it had been a broomstick, that was the last straw. Snow White grabbed the broom and broke it over her knee and then proceeded to bitch-slap the dwarf for about 30 seconds straight. When her hand began to get tired, she let loose her tongue. "What in the FUCK is your problem?!? Christ!!! Everyone's having a pretty good time, doing OK and then FUCKING STUPID here has got to come in here with a fucking skunk stuck up his ass AND THEN tries to pull it out WHILE WE'RE TRYING TO HAVE OUR DINNER! What in the hell was going on inside of SHIT FOR BRAIN's head here??? That's it. I'm going outside for a smoke." As the door to the cottage slams shut, Humpy leans over to Hung and says, "His name's Shit For Brains? I always thought it was Fucking Stupid." Hung just shrugged and said, "Does it matter?" to which Humpy shook his head and said, "Naw, not really." By this point, Shit For Brains had sat down at the spot vacated by Snow White, sniffed the marked potatoes twice, suspiciously, and then proceeded to have dinner. After about ten seconds, the others joined in, figuring they might as well, as that's the closest they'd get to dinner now. Snow White stomped out the cigarette butt with her stilleto heel. She had made her decision, she could run no more. It was time to face her step-mother. Besides, the stench was starting to get to her. And thus she made her way out of the forest, towards her former home, the castle. -------------------- Having completed her tale, Snow White slumped back in her chair, one arm hanging off the side limply. "So you see," she said, "there is very little left for me to fear, and little you can do to me that hasn't been done. Evil Queen, do your worst." The Queen had not spoken a word throughout the whole tale. The fires burned in her eyes once again, yet she had trouble phrasing her thoughts. "Mirror!" she screamed. "Her tale...can there possibly be a shred of truth in her words?" she demanded. "My Lady," it began, "why do you think I would fog up whenever I would observe their activities," it said with a grin. "The one you described...the one with...the peculiar talent...he was..." "Hung," Snow White repeated his name. Again, at a loss for words, the Queen held her two hands apart. Snow White slowly nodded, and the Queen's jaw dropped. And then Snow White added the word, "Wide." At this, what little color remained in the Queen's face, fled. She rose and thrust her arm out, as the enchanted door violently flung itself open, breaking its latch in an instant. She was now almost in a panic. Her other arm motioned and a cloak flew from the corner and enshrouded her. "This...this is a job for your step-mother. I'll be off now. As for you, you...you...stay put...and I'll...I'll be back, by nightfall." Her shadow was already out the door. "Tomorrow. Definitely by tomorrow." Again, she held her hands apart and shook her head in amazement. "Two weeks at...at the latest. You just...just...bye!" and with that, she was gone. The door remained open, and moments later, she could be heard outside the castle, heading towards the shadows of the forest. Snow White sighed, shook her head once slowly got up and slowly walked towards the door and said, "I NEED a shower." The End.