Of course Snow wasn't a slut. She was madly in love with Marco the stable boy and as soon as she was queen she would be able to change his position and marry him. Of course this is fanciful thinking that even Snow White knew was not possible but she choose to pretend.
Now that she was eighteen, in her mind all she had to do was wait for her dear Papa to leave his earthly body and pass on the right of reign. But this in itself was a quandary because as much as she wished her Papa would wake from the coma he had been in for two long years, she also wanted disparately to be with Marco openly. Ultimately if her father did wake he would accept their love and grant his blessing. Alas Snow knew in her heart he would never agree and would likely push ahead for the marriage that served best the kingdom, to marry the Prince of Faraway.
She had never met the Prince but had known of him all her life as they were betrothed at birth to one another. Snow thought the prospect of marrying a stranger in a different land frightening and vulgar - it was a transaction and nothing else. She would feel owned and by all accounts he didn't sound like the kind of person that would allow her to have a lover. These lines of thought would lead her to preferring to be with Marco without having to get her fathers blessing, so she wished him a peaceful death and that appeased her conscience.
However, back to the problem at hand, being pregnant before getting married. Thank goodness the King was in a coma, perhaps dealing with his new wife would not be so difficult. Maybe something like this could bring them closer? She was running out of time and options, especially as she was now doing it alone. Marco had not taken the news well.
She knows it was the wrong way to tell him but after one of their scheduled meetings while he was still fucking her from behind, he made the mistake of slapping her on the rump and telling her that the best thing about her getting fat was that she now had most fuckable tits and arse he could ever imagine. He may have thought it was a compliment but all Snow heard was fat. So while still being pounded she tersely shouted over her shoulder that she wasn't fat but pregnant. The motion slowed as the words hung in the air. Marco's cock slipped out of the royal pussy, he grabbed her arm to bring her around to face him. Her faced told him it was true and his cock softened immediately. He grabbed his clothes and left their hidden spot in the woods without dressing or talking. She cried for an hour before dressing and making her way back to her room. There she cried for weeks as Marco was never to be seen again.
Now in her 40 week she had to tell the Queen. She would only call her queen when absolutely necessary so when Snow White address or step-mother as such, the Queen was very attentive and alert wondering what Snow was after. She hated this little bitch hanging around the castle and was pushing to get Prince Faraway to take her off her hands. With all the hints she had made, perhaps Snow White the bubble brain was finally agreeing to it being time.
Pregnant! No! Plans of marriage to Prince Faraway was now out the window. Stupid fucking slut, and to a stable boy! She lashed out at Snow striking her across the face. Her ring caught Snows mouth and a bead of blood bubbled up at the edge of her lips. Snow was in shock. She knew it had been a fantasy to think her stepmother would help her but she didn't expect her to be angry. The Queen called the royal guards into the room.
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"Princess Snow White is pregnant to Marco the stable boy. Find him and execute him for treason," she ordered. I dropped to the ground and started to weep for Marco.
"Take Snow White to the town stocks and lock her in the stocks for 1 hour. You are to tell the people that she is brought shame to her people. She is a slut her has committed treason and therefore will be banished after giving birth. Her baby will be adopted out in a distant country across the seas and will have no legitimate claim to the throne. Snow white will no longer be a princess but will now be a common slut and will never be allowed into the castle township again. For the one hour she is in the stocks she will be naked to prove her treason and all will be allowed to smack her backside with hands or shoes. This is for the sake of the unborn child who should not be punished."
The guards did as they were told and many took the opportunity to smack me as hard as they could. Tears flowed down my face, more with regret and humiliation than pain. Although many were woman who were angry and scolding as they disciplined me, the men were different. The didn't speak but grunted and breathed heavily as they landed their larger hands on my bottom, often gripping my entire buttock on impact. There was also men who would not smack but run their hands over my bottom and down further closer to my into private areas. My face was already red but I blushed even more when I spied one of those men smelling and licking his fingers that had probed me. He noticed my glance and laughed, whispering what a tasty slut I was, as he walked away.
It felt like the longest hour in my life until I was led naked to the Tower Jail. At least the stocks hid me a little and I could stare at the ground. Looking at the hostile faces was awful. Once at the Tower, I was pushed inside and the door locked. I explored and found an oversized grey nightgown had been left for me and a plate of food. Now dressed, I ate and lay on the bed, the only other thing in the room.
Days felt like weeks and weeks felt like months. Two guards would come with a plate of food and water 3 times a day and each evening they would bring a doctor who would make me lay on the bed and push up my nightgown over my breasts. He would use his hands to thoroughly explore and massage each breast before telling me to spread my legs as he ran his hand across my pussy. He would use one hand to pry open my pussy lips as he used two fingers of his other hand to massage me. After a few minutes he would put his hand close to his face and sniff and inspect his fingers and announce to the guards that the baby would not come that evening. Then they would all leave.
It was humiliating, particularly when I could feel herself getting wet and aroused. There were touches the doctor did that made me feel something I hadn't felt with Marco. But this guy was ugly and as old as my father, why did he leave me aching for him
One evening the Doctor was wrong, I did go into labor and spent many hours by myself screaming in pain. When the guards brought in breakfast they saw my distress and got the Doctor. The Doctor arrived and pushed up my garments, feeling and prodding his fingers until another contract come. As soon as that happened he packed up his stuff and told the guards I was having the baby and to get the women. His job was done and I never saw him again.
The two women that came helped the baby into the world while ignoring me completely. As soon as the baby came they wrapped it and took it away. I asked to see it or at least know if it was a boy or a girl but I was ignored and left to clean myself up.
After a few days of rest the guards came to the Tower with the Queen. I dropped to my knees in front of her and begged to know where my baby was and for her forgiveness. Instead she announced my father was now dead and I should be grateful he never knew of my sins. I was now to leave the town.
The guards marched my through town and then into an old carriage so I could be hidden as they took me from the town. I was given a roll which proved to be a blanket and some clothes and put out deep in the forest. Only one guard took pity and threw me a pouch containing dry bread, cheese and a flask of water. Once alone I unrolled the blanket and laid it on the ground and finished off the meagre food and water as I despaired over what would happen to me.
As I lay on the blanket, staring into the afternoon sky, my breast began to ache. Since I had been unable to breast feed I found my breast regularly became very full and painful and would leak. I found that I could milk myself to relieve the pain. Since I was unsure where a nearby water source would be I decided to finish the rest of the water and this time I would keep the milk incase I had no options. I already had got good at getting a good fast stream going and it didn't take long to master getting most of it into the flask. The process was a great thing because it changed my mindset from wallowing into planning survival. I had just finished up and was lost in thought about whether or not to start finding a better place to sleep when I heard a horse.
I was apprehensive and hid but when I saw it was the kind guard I came out of hiding, stupidly thinking he was coming to rescue me. He soon let me know that his kindness came with a price.
He jumped down from the horse and roughly pulled me along a small distance and pushed me up against a tree. This was an old tree with no give and the bark was cracked and hard against my back. In moments of passion with Marco I had been often against the barn wall or a tree and didn't feel any pain until after the throws of passion. Then I would be feeling each splinter and abrasion for days. It certainly wasn't like that this time.
I went to kiss him but he moved his arm up which pushed my head back against the tree, his forearm pinning me to it. Meanwhile his other hand was grabbing at my new cloak and the old night gown underneath it, pushing it over haphazardly over my breast.
Instead of trying to take it completely off, he trapped the garments under the forearm that had me pinned I couldn't see anything but just feel what he did to me.
He grabbed my tits one at a time and squeezed them in his hand. I was glad I had milked myself or that would have been painful. As he held one he rolled and flicked my nipple with his finger and thumb. His weight shifted and I felt his mouth around my nipple licking and sucking. Pulling off my breast while sucking so there were popping noises.
Although I was uncomfortable and found the garments around my face stifling I was turned on with the attention my tits were getting. It was allowing Marco to touch and lick my breasts that get me into this situation. Although I thought it would be as far as Marco would get, by the time he was sucking on them my entire body was screaming fuck me. This thought made me reflect back and remember that prior to that I knew I should keep my virginity for the Prince. My nipples were my downfall that made me lust. Perhaps I was a slut. I was feeling slutty now. My breathing was heavy and my chest was jutting out to meet his mouth.
His hands slid down to my pussy and I was ashamed at how wet it was. He wasn't gentle like Marco had been when he first penetrated me with his fingers, no this guard was rubbing hard and thrusting multiple fingers inside of me. My hips thrusted towards his fingers. Marco may have been gentle but his cock was big and the fingers I had in me were not enough. I yelled out that I wanted more.
He removed his fingers from me and I heard him loosen his belt. The next thing he was pushing his hard cock up against me. I yelped as I felt pain when his first thrust went deep. I think that encouraged him as he continued to thrust harder and deeper. Soon I could feel him exploding in me. It was too fast I felt like I had been left hanging on the verge of an orgasm.
He removed his arm and the clothing feel away from my face. He wouldn't look at me as he did himself up and got back on his horse. "If you want more food meet me tomorrow at this spot," he said and then rode away back to the castle.
I had no intention of taking him up on that offer, unless I absolutely had to. There relief in knowing I wouldn't starve out here but with this and the Doctors investigations - I was sick of feeling short changed.
I walked on until it got dark and then climbed up into an old tree, wrapping my cloak and blanket around me. I figured this would keep me safe from animals or being stumble across by robbers. I was preparing to sleep when I saw in the distance a flickering light. My spirits were uplifted, I now had a direction to go and surely there would be kind folk there that would take pity on me.
TBC
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