“Thank you, good woman,” said the princess, not recognizing her disguised step-mother, “but I need none of those. You see, during the day I make my own clothes!”
“But I notice, forgive me, you do lack amenities. I mean, of course, that you’re not wearing pan-i-ties!”
“Too true,” said Snow White. “My quim is quite bare. No cloth, and I shave, not a hint of black hair!”
“And what of the master? Does he not complain?” asked the crafty queen. “Surely the looks of the peasants cause pain!”
“Oh, no!” said Snow White. “Au contraire,” she cooed. “My lovers, all seven, are kept in good mood! And the peasants, by the hundreds, they’re never rude.”
Seven lovers! thought the queen. The slut! She probably begs for it up the butt! “Well, clearly, you don’t need a dildo,” she muttered, cursing, since she’d wanted to sell a poisoned vaginal probe to the princess. “Perhaps, then, some skin cream, so their pricks stay…just so!” she said, extending her fist upward in the universal sign of male erection.
“Only a looking-glass is what I need,” said Snow White, “to assure my soft skin’s free of copious seed.” After all, she thought, when a girl has seven lovers, she always can use a mirror to observe proper hygiene.
“On my next trip, child, I’ll bring you a glass, so on those lewd nights you can cleanse your fair ass.” Then she was gone.
That night Doc learned of the woman’s visit and disciplined Sleepy. He questioned Snow White’s descriptions of the woman, which told him that she was a spy…or worse! Suspecting the worst, that it was the wicked queen, he rued the day of her return, and went about making preparations to secure their lair from an attack.
At that very moment the queen was plotting. She scourged the huntsman for lying to her. She thought of castra Continue reading