It's time for Snow to marry.
Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Prologue
Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.
At the age of fifteen her father, the King, remarried another woman of uncommon beauty, a woman of high intelligence, a strong sexual appetite, and a deep, dark secret. Poor Snow White was left to roam the massive castle alone and lonely for long periods of time while her father was preoccupied with his new bride.
Then, shortly after Snow White's eighteenth birthday, the kings strained heart gave out and Snow White's life became much worse. The Queen's previous lovers entrenched themselves in the castle, sometimes staying for months at a time. Then others, hearing of the debauchery to be had, began arriving and staying. Kings and Princes, Lords and Dukes, and many widows and mistresses came to enjoy the carnality. The Queen loved it, for she had her pick of lovers and playmates. Her appetites never went unsatisfied.
Chapter 1
The mahogany door opened smoothly and silently despite its weight to allow the Queen to enter the darkened chamber.
"Lights." She ordered with an imperious wave of her hand.
Candles all through the room, hanging from walls, and sitting on tables sparked and then grew in brightness to illuminate the room. The Queens massive bed dominated one wall, but it was the full-length mirror in the corner of the room that drew attention. It showed no reflection now. Instead swirls of black and gray twisted and turned fiercely inside the glass.
The Queen walked slowly until she stood directly in front of the mirror before speaking. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the best fuck of all."
The black and gray swirls twisted even more violently as the shape of a powerfully built man appeared in the mirror. Black eyes stared out of a chiseled face and a deep, husky voice reverberated through the room. "There is no doubt, of that I'm sure, you, my Queen, are more woman than men can endure."
A satisfied smile crossed her face as the queen prepared to step through the mirror and into her inhuman lover's arms.
A hand lifted in the mirror halting her momentum. "A warning I have to give, of
a rival that lives, Snow White will become better than you, unless another land she is sent to."
"What!?" She screamed in outrage. "How can that prissy little bitch best me?" The Queen moved angrily through the mirror slapping away the hand that reached for her. "Not now, Malachi, answer my question how will that prude ever become a better fuck than I am?"
Malachi sighed as he settled into the plush cushions of his bed. He hadn't wanted to tell her, but that damn spell forced him to speak truthfully. At least now with her in his domain he didn't have to speak in that stupid rhyme. "Snow White is a very desired and beautiful woman now. It's only a matter of time before she is caught by one of your rogues and initiated into the erotic arts. When that happens, it has been shown to me that she will embrace the carnal side of her nature and will soon be more desired than you."
"No, I won't allow it. I'll have her killed first."
"My queen," Malachi began while slowly pulling her taut form down to lie next to him. "You know that's too dangerous to your position in this kingdom." Malachi slid his hand up underneath skirts found her clit and preceded to work it with his fingers. "Her death could very well cause a revolt against you. Why not marry her to a prince or a king in a far away kingdom. That way she is removed from your life?"
"I have already tried to marry her off, you dolt. There is no one who is willing to put up with her prudish ways." She huffed in dismay.
"Well then, she'll just have to be taught different ways." He replied with a wicked grin. "I would be most willing to be of assistance in her lesson as well as finding her a husband. For a price."
She stared at him haughtily. "I will not release you from the mirror, Malachi, so do not ask it."
"No, my queen, I have given up on leaving this mirror. But my price is two-fold. For the first part, I want access to any wench that I desire at ALL times."
"Fine, I'll put a spell on the castle, all you need to do is speak the girls name and she'll come right to you. What else?"
"I want Snow White's virginity."
"Done."
"Wonderful." Malachi smiled in delight, before he roughly pushed the Queens thighs apart and latched his mouth onto her delicious cunt.
Snow White Seduced by the Genie.
Carnal moans and cries of ecstasy surrounded Snow White as she hurried through the castle corridors. She did not walk, but ran, for to be caught now would end in the loss of her virtue. When she reached the big wooden door to her stepmother's rooms she did not stop but used her momentum to force the heavy door open. Once inside she pushed the door closed and leaned against it to catch her breath.
"Snow White," the Queen spoke sharply, "What in the world have you been doing? Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is wild and you're out of breath."
"I'm sorry, stepmother, I was running." Snow White replied in an unrepentant tone.
"Yes, I can see you are. Get yourself over to my mirror and fix your appearance." She ordered.
Snow White did as she was told; it was easier that way. She noted that her cheeks were flushed and while there was nothing she could do about that she could straighten her hair. Her fingers began combing through the waist length black tresses.
"You are of marriageable age now," the Queen began, "so I have called you here to inform you that I will begin looking for a suitable husband."
Snow White continued to comb her hair hoping that her relief would not show on her face. A husband meant that she could leave this sinful place. Never to hear another cry of ecstasy or see naked bodies writhing and thrusting at each other. Never to feel the shuddering tug of longing in her loins, her inner voice whispered.
The Queen was suddenly behind her, smirking, as if she could read Snow White's thoughts. "Of course, before you're married you'll have to be properly trained. So I have engaged seven tutors for you. You'll begin your lessons the day after tomorrow."
Something was happening inside the mirror, something strange that captured her attention so that she barely heard her stepmother's words. It was turning foggy and had dark gray swirls spinning around and around.
"But your first lesson begins now." And with those words the Queen pushed Snow White into the mirror and into the hard, binding arms of the awaiting genie.
"My thanks, my Queen." Malachi said, as he held his prize tightly against his body.
"Just see that you do not fail me in finding her a suitable husband."
"I shall not fail, my Queen." He turned away from the mirror and carried Snow White deeper into the mist. "I have been waiting to have you in my arms for a very long time, sweetling." His thick, husky voice purred in her ear.
Instinct took over as his words broke through her confusion. She struggled in useless earnest, unable to break from his embrace.
"Shush." His voice whispered and his hand caressed her hair. "It will do you no good to struggle. Now be still." The last was said in a hard, unbending voice.
Her body froze as the genie's power overcame her will. His hands speared through her hair, fingering the soft texture before gripping it and tilting her head backwards. The body in front of her stepped back and she was finally able to look her captor in the face. Smooth tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones accentuated amber eyes that seemed to glow with a savage inner fire. His thick tawny-gold hair brushed across the magnificent outlines of his shoulders. The dark purple fabric of his shirt strained against his muscled chest and threatened to burst its seems at any minute. Loose fitting pants the same color, as his shirt did nothing to hide the thick muscles rippling beneath the material as he circled her.
"You may call me Malachi, my pet. And now, I find myself in a quandary. You see being locked in this mirror I have never actually received a present. Oh sure, the Queen sends wenches through the mirror all the time, but they have no true value, not like you." He raised some of her silky black hair and brushed them gently across his cheek. "Now comes the difficult part, do I unwrap my present slowly, or rip everything off at once? What do you think, sweetling."
Snow white found her voice and said in a demanding voice, "I order you to release me this instance or I will scream for the palace guards and have you arrested."
"Malachi threw his head back and laughed. "Oh my pet, you have such spirit. I like that. Your palace guards will not come to your calls, indeed no sound will leave this prison of mine, so you see you have no choice but to surrender to me and stop this foolish talk."
He looked deep into her eyes and she could practically see the sensual promise radiating from him. It seemed to burn through her very essence.
"I grow weary of waiting." He stated and reached for the collar of her dress. With one swift tug her blue silk dress was ripped from collar to hem, hanging from her in tatters.
"Bastard." Snow White cried out.
Anger flickered across Malachi's face and his jaw clenched when he spoke. "That's enough. If you can spew nothing but obscenities then you will be silent." He waved his hand in front of her face and mumbled some incomprehensible words.
This couldn't be happening, thought Snow White, as Malachi pushed her dress off to fall at her feet with a hiss of fabric. First her stepmother pushes her into this damned mirror, then she could not move or speak, and now this barbarian was looking upon her nakedness. She had to get out of here. She had to think of a way.
But thinking became next to impossible when Malachi moved behind her and fitted his muscular body against hers. The bulge of his rigid cock nestled against her ass. And it was at that moment that she realized she would not be leaving this place with her virginity intact.
Long, lean fingers traced up her arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Over her shoulders and down her sides his hands moved until they were gripping her hips. Slowly he rocked her from side to side, brushing his silk covered hardness against her, letting her feel the strength that would soon be fucking her. His hands left her hips and once again trailed upwards. Only this time they attacked her breasts.
What he was doing was unthinkable and if she could have, she would have shrieked in outrage.
A thumb and fingertip pinched lightly at each nipple, while Malachi rested his head on her shoulder to watch his handiwork. "You have delightful breasts, my pet. Look how your nipples are pouting at me. Do you think they want more of my touch? Would they perhaps like kisses? Ah, but alas, the little darlings will just have to wait. I haven't finished looking at my present. Now, you are being such a good little girl, I think you deserve a reward so, you may speak again, but only words of delight and moans of pleasure."
The hands released her breasts and returned to her shoulders. Nails gently raked down her back causing a shiver to rack her body. They slid past her waist and finally came to rest on her ass where they each cupped a rounded globe.
She tensed upon feeling fingertips dipping into the crease, vainly trying to prevent their invasion.
"You don't like this, my dear? Do you really think your puny efforts can prevent me from touching your body? Spread your legs." He ordered.
Snow White's legs moved upon his command, spreading widely to allow access to her cunny.
A shriek of unexpected pleasure and surprise was torn from her as Malachi nipped the back of her neck. More love bites rained down the length of her back until he was kneeling behind her. She could feel his warm breath fanning across her backside.
Malachi started at the top of her ass, his hand caressing downward, past the rounded slop and in between her legs.
Snow White held her breath as his fingers reached her virginal opening and stopped.
"I have watched you, my pet. Long, countless hours, my eyes have beheld your beauty. I have seen the way candlelight has touched your skin and wished that I were that light caressing you. I have looked my fill while you bathed-"
She tensed in shock.
"This distresses you. It should not. Your beauty is such that men would kill to keep you naked in their beds for all eternity. Now, I am fairly sure that you are still untouched, but I won't deny myself the pleasure of finding out for sure."
Snow White tried to fight, to move, anything to prevent what would happen next. But when a single, thick, masculine finger slowly began to invade her cunny, all that escaped was one tiny whimper of pleasure.
All too soon he had reached the proof of her innocence, and then withdrawing with the same aching slowness.
"Excellent. I would not have been happy to find out that I was cheated." He walked around to stand in front of her. "You can now begin to undress me." He ordered.
Snow Whites hands trembled as they struggled with the first button on his shirt. It came undone with a light pop. Her fingers brushed the silk of his shirt. Her hands moved from button to button and she noticed the hard warmth of his body emanating from beneath the shirt. Soon, it was completely undone, revealing chiseled, bronzed skin.
Snow White licked her dry lips and slowly smoothed her hands up and over Malachi's chest to push the shirt off. She was so entranced by his body and the feel of him; she didn't realize that he was no longer controlling her movements.
Shyness tried to overcome her when she tugged at the button of his pants, but she thrust the irritating emotion aside. She had to see him, all of him, naked and bare to her gaze.
More buttons held his pants together. Snow White no sooner had them all undone, than his cock broke free of its restraint.
She gasped. This wasn't the first time she had seen a man's shaft before, but it was certainly the first time she had been this close to one.
"Touch it. Run your sweet hands along my cock. Squeeze it, my pet." He urged hoarsely.
Her eyes stared into the burning depths of his while her fingers gently cupped around his cock.
A shudder swept through Malachi at the feel of her hand. "Mmm, that feels incredible, my sweet. But I'm greedy. I want more. Get down on your knees."
Snow White was confused, but his tone suggested she not argue. Down on her knees brought his huge erection at face level. She saw the veins and ridges that ran the length of his cock.
"Hold it in your hand again, Snow White, but this time I want to feel that sexy tongue of yours licking my cock."
The mental picture his words brought blocked out her shock and sent jolts of lightning through her nerves to collect in her cunny. Snow White did as she was bid, tentatively running her tongue against the tip, delighting in Malachi's groan.
Suddenly rough fingers gripped the sides of her head. "Take me in your mouth. Suck on my cock like it's your favorite lollipop." Malachi commanded.
The smooth tip slid into her awaiting mouth. Her hand was grabbed and placed back around the shaft. Snow White gave a hesitant suck, unsure of what she was doing. The resulting growl told her she did it right. She tried again and again, sliding her tongue around him at the same time.
Malachi's hands returned to her head and showed her the forward and backward rhythm he wanted. Harsh, gasping breaths escaped him as he gradually increased the tempo until he was furiously fucking her face.
"Enough!" He yelled, ripping away from the erotic torment. A swift wave of his hand and a bed appeared behind Snow White. Malachi lifted and threw her backwards onto it. He followed her down, his hard, naked body forcing her deep into the mattress. Voraciously, he kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep into the hot depths of her mouth.
Snow White's arms were raised above her head, and held by an invisible force. The movement raised her breasts as if in supplication.
Love bites rained down her neck, the pain letting her know there would be marks there later. His mouth drew closer and closer to her awaiting breasts. Her eyes grew heavy with anticipation and were lowering shut when he spoke up, "Eyes open, my pet. I want you to watch, it adds to the excitement."
A hot, wet tongue flicked out and lashed across her nipple. Snow White's spellbound gaze followed the path of Malachi's tongue as it circled her breast. He teased her, just barely touching the aching bud with the tip of his tongue. She cried out sharply as his mouth enveloped her. His tongue flicked over and around it, shooting tendrils of erotic voltage through her, bowing her spine upwards.
Malachi released the wet tip reluctantly. Gently, he blew cool air across it, watching as it puckered to an even harder kernel. With a sigh of regret he switched his attention to the other awaiting morsel.
"Tell me which one you like more, my sweet, my kisses on your lovely nipple or this?" He leaned down and gently grasped the nipple between his teeth.
She breathed deeply at the slight pain, which wasn't really pain but more of a pleasure/pain. More nips followed, circling the outer area of her breast.
"Oh, yes." She hissed as the tip was sucked deep into the hot depths of his mouth.
Snow White lost track of reality. She was buffeted with sensation after sensation. It was only when Malachi paused in his attack that some sense was restored. She saw him through slotted eyes there between her legs.
"You've seen the harlots in this castle, their legs splayed widely, heads thrown back in ecstasy as their lover of the night licks their pussies. You've heard them urging their partners to fuck their cunts and suck on their slutty clits. I know that you secretly wanted to be one of them, to feel a man's tongue slowly lick your cunny, to suck on your clit, haven't you, my dear?"
She looked away, denying him an answer.
"Answer me!" He said between gritted teeth.
"Yes." She whispered in shame.
"I want to hear you ask me to eat your cunny, to suck your delicious taste from deep inside you. Tell me to do whatever I want to you. Now." His hard determined eyes told her he would have those words from her, or she would suffer the consequences. There was no way out for her. She was unsure if there had been one if she would have taken it. She had only been able to speculate on the rapture that shook through the harlots in the castle, and now, more than anything, she wanted to feel that passion, that ecstasy, if only once before her stepmother no doubt found her the most awful man in the world for her to marry.
The words came slowly to her, gaining in speed as her surrender overcame her. "I want you to lick my cunny. Fuck me as those other women were fucked. Do anything you want if you will only give me what they have felt."
"Beautifully said, my sweet one. But, I can't quite reach you. Why don't you raise your hips for me, put that hot, sexy twat against my mouth. Show me that you want me to eat you." His words shuddered through her. He was making her ruination her choice by forcing her to give him what he wanted of her own free will.
She raised her hips, stopping within inches of his lips.
"Higher" he whispered darkly.
The last few inches seemed to disappear in just seconds. Her skin barely touched his hard, firm lips when his hands gripped her ass tightly, holding her firmly in place. Malachi took a deep breath, inhaling her womanly scent.
"You smell like exotic spices, sweet one, now let me see if you taste as good."
"Oh, God!" She cried out softly at the first touch of his moist tongue against her throbbing flesh. It slid upward at a snail’s pace, splitting her cunny lips and dipping into her virginal opening. Malachi played there, thrusting his tongue inside her, imitating the mating act.
Snow White's hands gripped the sheets she laid upon, her knuckles white while his tongue slid further upward.
He stopped just before reaching her clitoris. Opening his eyes he stared upwards at the raven-haired beauty before him. Her eyes were closed and her skin was flushed. Low, whispery moans escaped with her breath.
His control was fleeing quickly, his cock swollen and rock hard with his desire to be inside her. But first he wanted this, to taste and lick the intoxicating juices trickling from her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm and then feel her body quiver in his hands. But most of all he wanted to hear her scream her release.
His hands slid upwards until he was holding her hips securely. He waited no longer, licking her hardened kernel with a fast, hard stroke of his tongue.
Snow White bit the bottom of her lip. Her hips bucked against his hands at the fierce pleasurable jolt that shot upwards from her clitoris. Over and over, again and again he whipped his tongue across her clit. At some point her legs bent to brace her feet against the bed and her hips shifted up and down, rubbing her clit against his tongue. Malachi held his head still for her, letting her fuck herself on his tongue. The sensuality of the moment had his erection growing harder than he had thought possible.
The frenzy of feelings and flash fire that scorched her blazed higher and hotter. Her legs quivered, straining to hold her up. Her fisted hands yanked upwards pulling the sheet she gripped tautly.
"Oh God, yes!" Her screamed pierced the silence of the room as her orgasm engulfed her. Arching her head she screamed over and over while she was buffeted with massive convulsions of raw carnal ecstasy. They battered her with their fierceness until she feared she would faint and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
Malachi wasted no time, not even giving her a chance to relax from the orgasm ripping through her. He moved over her body, his hips settling between her thighs, and his cock pushing against her with unerring accuracy.
"You will remember me always, my princess, as the man who took your virginity and showed you the pleasures of the flesh, this I vow to you."
His hips reared back and slammed forward, his bold cock sheathing itself in the sizzling depths of her cunny, piercing her maidenhead in one swift stroke.
Snow White's pain was slight and quickly forgotten, her concentration totally centered on the nerve shattering friction his cock created as it pistoned in and out, taking her ferociously.
Malachi wrapped her long raven tresses around his fist holding her head still. His lips took hers roughly. His tongue thrust inside the awaiting warmth of her mouth to duel with hers. He growled deep in his throat when her legs locked around his hips allowing his cock to penetrate deeper into the slick wetness.
The ferocity of his thrusts pushed Snow White across the bed until her head hung off the edge. Her hips arched to meet his thrusts and her fingernails raked across his back. Malachi rose up on his arms. He pounded into her, harder and harder, his orgasm almost imminent.
"Come for me, my pet. I want to feel you quiver around my cock when you come. I want to hear you scream my name. Now, my pet, come with me Now!" He shouted.
"Malachi, Oh, Oh, Oh, Yes." She screamed, the rapturous orgasm crashed through her, breaking her into thousands of smoldering nerve ends. Spots burst like fireworks behind her closed eyes and another scream ripped from her throat.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Take my come!" Malachi cried out, his own orgasm ripping through his body to explode out his cock. "Oh, my sweet one, I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tightly, I can feel every spasm in your cunny." He yelled.
Another powerful orgasm shot threw him. He threw his head back and shouted his release, the sound reverberating through the darkness.
No Longer Nasty.
In the aftermath, they clutched each other tightly, their harsh breaths the only sound.
Snow White was stunned. Never had she expected the extreme pleasure that Malachi had given her. Why had she ever thought of sex as disgusting and nasty? So much wasted time, time that could have been spent in more pleasurable pursuits. Now, when she had finally discovered its deliciousness, she would have to give it up when her stepmother married her to some odious old man. She sighed deeply in regret.
"What's wrong, my sweet one." Malachi asked, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.
Snow White told him of her regret.
Malachi smiled secretly, his princess had nothing to worry about, he had found the perfect mate for her. She would just have to wait and see.
Snow White meets her tutors.
Snow White was sitting in the only chair in the sparsely furnished room of the cottage owned by her seven tutors. Upon her arrival a servant had escorted her to this room where a steaming hot bath had awaited her. Then to Snow White's confusion, once she was ensconced in the tub, the servant had removed her discarded clothing and had barred her door from the outside. She had been left with no clothes and only a skimpy towel to cover her naked form.
Anger radiated through her and her fingernails tapped out an impatient rhythm against the wooden arm of the chair. She was so intent on her fury that she failed to notice that her door had opened until a set of legs was standing in her lowered vision. Snow White slowly raised her eyes, taking in the bulging thighs underneath the leather breeches. Up past the muscled chest covered by a white linen shirt opened to the waist and tucked into the breeches, further upwards over the arms that reminded her of small tree trunks, up even further over his powerful shoulders and then still higher until her head was tilted back to stare at ruggedly handsome face that was giving her a fierce scowl.
"Get out!" She shrieked, hugging the towel tighter around her. "Out! And send that maid up here with my clothes. Now!"
She no more than got the last scream out when her arm was gripped hard and she was yanked to a standing position. The other hand grabbed her towel and ripped it away. The barbarian then sat down in the chair and pulled her struggling form over his knee. Her legs were held between his, immobilizing them and a thick muscular arm kept her from rearing up.
A harsh slap split the silence of the room followed by a scream of pain.
"That was to get your attention, girl." He explained. "Now you will listen well.
"You" Smack! "will" Smack! "not" Smack! "Speak" Smack!
"Unless" Smack! "You" Smack! "Are" Smack! "Spoken" Smack!
"To." Smack! Smack! "Understand?"
Snow White could only nod while tears ran down her face.
"Good. I will escort you downstairs to meet the rest of your tutors as soon as you are composed."
But he didn't release her as she thought he would, instead his large hand caressed her ass, squeezing each rounded globe gently, kneading. The effect on Snow White was arousing not calming.
It was also arousing to the barbarian whose lap she was draped across. A very large erection was forming beneath his breeches and poking insistently in the hollow between her legs.
He gave her one last slap on the ass before standing her up on her own two feet. She dared a quick glance to find him smiling in amusement at her arousal.
"Just so that there is no misunderstandings, girl, you will follow behind me, naked-" his smile grew at her distress over this bit of news, "into the gathering room where you will walk to the center of the circle of chairs and stand. At no time are you allowed to speak. You will nod your understanding when appropriate and do everything you are told. And at no point in time are you to cover your nakedness. Nod if you understand."
Snow White nodded angrily.
He laughed. "I like spirit in a woman. It makes the ride so much more thrilling."
Snow White frowned in confusion over his words.
The barbarian saw it and laughed even harder. "Oh, this is priceless. You're just the next thing to a virgin aren't you?"
She nodded as a blush pinked her cheeks.
"I look forward to my lessons with you, girl. You may call me Gabriel, and I will be your fourth tutor. Follow me."
He led her to a spacious room, bright with the evening light that flooded through the windows. A circle of plush armchairs dominated the center of the room. It was there that Snow White found herself standing with her arms at her side, submissively, while she awaited the entrance of her tutors.
A sound at her back let her know of the their presence. They fanned out moving to their respective seats. She studied them, amazed at their remarkable beauty. Every one of them was enough to draw awed stares. Even the woman was beautiful in a delicate pixie like way. The men ranged in sizes from mere inches taller than her to as tall as the giant barbarian that had brought her here.
"This is our new student, people. She is here so that we may teach her everything we know. I trust you would like a closer look at her so I will bring her around to each of you. Please take a seat and wait your turn." Gabriel's large hands settled on Snow Whites shoulders and turned her to face the first chair.
Long golden hair that flowed over powerful shoulders reminded her of a golden god. Tight leather breeches covered his legs like a second skin. His brilliant blue eyes waited until she looked directly into them and then he smiled a smile full of pure erotic sin. Her breath caught in her throat.
She was guided over to stand, reluctantly, in front of him.
"This is Derek. He will be your first tutor." Gabriel informed her.
"Come girl, sit in my lap while I get to know you a little better." His voice was like silk, flowing over her and leaving her skin sensitive.
Snow White tried to do as he asked, but she was awkward and he finally had to help her settle in his lap. Her embarrassment was such that she could not bring her eyes to meet his while he looked his fill.
"Very nice. You have beautiful lips, nice and full. I want to taste them. Kiss me." He ordered.
She raised her face and brushed her lips lightly across his.
"Hmm. I see we will need to work on that. One more time, girl and this time I will take the lead." He gripped the back of her head and brought her mouth once more to his. He conquered her mouth. His hard lips slanted over hers in a drugging kiss that stole all thought from her mind. His tongue urged her lips open and surged inside. She was not allowed to be passive but forced to duel with his tongue until he broke away from the kiss.
"Much better." His voice was husky and thickened with desire. "Much better. I can just imagine what your lips are going to feel like pulling on my cock. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Up, girl and go meet your next tutor before I embarrass myself." He helped her from his lap and pushed her back towards Gabriel.
The next chair held a less muscular man, but no less powerful looking. Where the first man had been golden this man was darkly handsome with jet-black hair as black as hers, that curled gently around his face. His eyes were a deep green and his lips full and sensual.
"This is Brutus. He is your second tutor." Gabriel said.
"Turn around girl, I want to see the back of you." His voice was gruff and curt.
The chair creaked as he leaned forward and put his hands on her back. "Nice skin, smooth and silky." He said to himself and lowered his hands down to her ass where he gripped a rounded cheek in each hand. "I see our dear Gabriel had to give you a spanking. Your ass is still delightfully pink from it. Now tense your ass for me, girl, I want to feel the strength in it."
Snow White lowered her eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to see the others staring at her while she did as he demanded.
"Good. Now relax your muscles and keep them relaxed there is another thing I wish to test."
Snow White gasped in distress as a wet masculine finger slowly forced its way up into her anus and she had to tighten her hands into fists in an effort to stay relaxed. The finger slowly slid out and then plunged back in.
"You're nice and tight back here, girl. I'm going to deeply enjoy having my cock in your ass." He withdrew his finger and leaned forward to give a gentle love bite to each ass cheek.
She was pulled along to the next chair where a brawny man with rich auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail sat staring at her. His look was impersonal as it skimmed over her breasts and down to her pubic hair. At first Snow White didn't think that he was interested in her, but as her gaze traveled over him she saw the huge bulge of his massive erection pressing outward against his breeches almost to the point of splitting the seams. He motioned her towards him with one hand, patiently waiting until she stood in front of him before pulling her down to straddle his lap. Widening his legs, he forced her legs apart opening her cunny further.
A light breath blew through her hair just before Gabriel's voice spoke next to her ear. "This is Samson. He and I teach together. We have decided to give you a little sampling of our teaching method."
Samson braced Snow White's hands on the arms of the chair.
"Don't move, lass, or you will displease me mightily." He spoke in a thick brogue that had her nipples hardening in response.
A thick masculine finger slid over her clit, flicking at it gently before sliding into the wet folds of her cunny. Another finger slid down the crease of her as to circle teasingly around the rosebud back there.
Samson captured her gaze and held it, watching her eyes darken with passion and then widen in pleasure as he thrust his finger all the way up inside her cunt.
Snow White bit her lip as his finger began finger fucking her twat. And then Gabriel's finger thrust inside her ass. Snow White moaned at the feeling of having two fingers fucking her, one in her ass and one in her twat.
And then realization broke over her. Surely, they couldn't mean to-. Not both at the same time. Through the pleasure the fingers were giving her a tiny rational part of her mind made the decision to escape at the first opportunity. This was not proper for them to be teaching her. Only her duly wedded husband should have the privileges of her body that these people were taking. She had to leave, soon, before any of them got a chance to fuck her.
"That's a good lass. Trust me, you'll enjoy having two cocks fucking you at the same time. I promise you'll be screaming our names when you orgasm."
Gabriel had to help her stand, and then because her legs were still wobbly he had to support her while they moved to the next chair.
Snow White now stood between the beautiful woman she had seen earlier and another dark haired man. A riot of long golden curls curled gently around her pixie face. Brilliant violet eyes stared at Snow White with curiosity. But she made no move to speak or touch Snow White. The man's hair was a dark wavy brown that brushed against his broad shoulders. He had a neatly trimmed goatee, which he was gently stroking while he stared at her with eyes so dark that they almost appeared black.
Gabriel's voice again spoke behind her. "This is Hannah and Devlin. Hannah is his slave. They are your number five and number six tutors."
"Hannah, undo my breaches and take out my cock." He said. His voice was surprisingly mild compared to his looks.
"On your knees, girl." He ordered Snow White.
She obeyed, her attention fully captivated by watching Hannah release Devlin's erection. The girl caressed it lovingly, her eyes watching her master and waiting for his next order.
"Hannah hold my cock ready." To Snow White he said, "Lick it."
Snow White did not want to do what he had ordered her to do. Not in front of all these strangers staring at her. But she was not fool enough to disobey, yet.
His cock was still semi-erect. But as Snow White's tongue went to work, sliding up and down the length of him, curling around the tip, grazing his cock with a light touch of her teeth, he hardened and swelled, growing thicker and longer.
"Enough. That was a very adequate attempt. I have so many nasty things to teach you I can hardly wait. You'll look even more beautiful in the collar I've chosen for your lovely neck."
Snow White did not know what to make of that. He talked as if he was going to collar her like a dog. She most certainly would not stand for that. Not at all.
At the next and final chair Snow White encountered another man. But this man was different from all the others. Even though he was still muscular and very powerfully built, he did not give off the same kind of vibes that the others did. Instead of being completely attentive of her, his baldhead was cushioned against the side of his chair and he was sound asleep.
"Your last tutor is Sloan. As he is asleep, we will not wake him." Gabriel once again led her over to stand in front of Derek.
He stood up, grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the room. They went back up the stairs and through the long hallway where the bedrooms were located.
Snow White's mind was racing. She hadn't expected them to want to start her lessons so soon. What could she do? She had to do something. She could not let this happen.
And then, the opportunity arrived. Derek, the golden god, turned and yanked Snow White towards him, but Snow White instead used the momentum to add strength as she kneed him in the groin.
A harsh moan ripped from Derek's throat and he doubled over in pain. Snow White wasted no time running back down the hall and down the stairs towards the front door. Unfortunately for her, Gabriel had heard Derek's anguished cry and had started up the stairs, easily catching Snow White and throwing her over his shoulder.
She bounced with the motion of his feet as he finished racing up the stairs and reached Derek.
"Are you all right?" He asked Derek who was still slumped over.
"Yeah." He wheezed. "I wasn't expecting her to do that."
"What punishment do you want me to give her?"
"Give her the horse."
Snow White struggled in vain as she was carried out of the house and into the stables. She was held immobile while Gabriel tied her hands in front of her and blindfolded her. Then, once more she was slung over his shoulders.
Time stood still for Snow White. One minute she was hanging upside down and the next she was righted. Her body was lifted once more before she was dropped slowly downward. Her legs met the fine leather of a saddle and then slid over the sides of a large animal, the fine hairs tickling her legs. In the next instant, she gasped in shock as a large solid object forced its way deep inside her twat. Snow Whites hands were then tied to the pommel of the saddle and her legs were left to dangle at the animal's sides.
Gabriel's voice broke through her shock. "Well, girl, it pains me to do this. But because of your foolish actions you have to be punished. Now this punishment is one of our more lenient, but it will still do the trick. Remember my words throughout this punishment. You will not be allowed to escape us and you will not ever again try to do us harm. Trust me in this, you do not want me to have to give you a harsher punishment."
The horse began to walk and the object in her twat wiggled with the motion.
Well, this isn't bad, thought Snow White. I can handle this, how they think this is a punishment is beyond me.
Then the horse began to canter sending Snow White bouncing up and down on the fake phallus. Up and down, in and out it went, slamming deep inside her twat. Harsh gasping cries came rhythmically from her throat. Her breasts swelled up, aching to be touched.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She screamed as the first orgasm shattered through her.
There was no reprieve for Snow White. The horse continued to canter and Snow White continued climaxing again and again, until they seemed to break on top of each other. When the horse stopped she begged and pleaded for the punishment to end. But her pleadings were ignored. Instead the phallus and her twat were lubricated and the horse was slapped into a gallop.
This time the orgasm was never-ending. Continuous pleasure smashed through her until her body went numb to the pleasure and she was so weak she could only slump in the saddle. Only then was the horse stopped.
Warm hands lifted her down and once again over a strong shoulder. Insensible, she was carried into her room and laid on her bed, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
"Sleep, girl, you have until after dinner to recover and then your lessons will continue." His husky voice seemed far away to her overworked mind.
To be continued in part 2, Based on the works of The Story Teller, for Literotica.
