Snow White and the Evil Queen (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales)

by Julie Law

  The Evil Queen considered their terms for an hour, before she accepted. They were quite acceptable and she soon realized that after her imprisonment she would rule basically unopposed; Snow White would be little more than a pet and a toy to her.

  After the Queen’s agreement, the mood became lighter, and some cheer could be seen.

  Nobles congratulated themselves in defusing a crisis, even though some of them regretted Snow White’s fate, but they felt it was for the best.

  The Queen became increasingly pleased with each moment she thought about the deal. Then evens might not have been according to her original plan but, after some hiccups, she would still rule their new kingdom, and this alone – she doubted Snow White would be any kind of adversary, she would make sure of it.

  And like that, Snow White found herself betrothed at the age of ten to her father’s killer.

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  Snow White had always been a bright child, observant, capable of discerning people’s moods and worries.

  She could always tell when someone was lying to her.

  So when her father’s advisors told her that her father had died of a heart attack she knew they were lying.

  She didn’t tell them that of course. If they were lying to her, either they were at fault, or they were afraid of who did it.

  It wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

  Her father had just married the Evil Queen and now he was dead – it was obvious to see who was responsible. Snow just didn’t understand why the advisors of the White Kingdom where covering the crime, when they should be up in arms about what happened.

  Snow hadn’t stayed long in her father’s marriage party, leaving a little over an hour after it had started. Her father didn’t want her near him when he met the Queen; he didn’t trust the woman and was afraid for Snow.

  When the princess had left the celebration, he had seemed happy. She had slept with a smile on her face.

  Now she woke to the news of his death, and to a conspiracy to hide the crime.

  When the councilors told her she was to marry the Evil Queen in her father’s stead, Snow blinked and remained silent. She couldn’t believe the words that were leaving their mouths.

  When she realized they were serious she screamed and raged at them, but they ignored her and had her maid take her away, as if she was a normal child and not a princess. She let the woman drag her away, her throat becoming hoarse from screaming.

  Snow white became listless after that.

  She wouldn’t respond to people, she would barely eat and she remained mostly withdrawn in her own mind.

  The people closer to her became worried for her health, but they trusted time would be able to cure her of her disposition.

  It wasn’t time that shook her into full awareness. It was blood and death.

  A few months after the new agreement between the Kingdoms was reached, some members of the White Kingdom’s nobility tried to kidnap Snow White. They were aghast at the deal brokered by their peers, and knew that without Snow White it would fall through.

  A small trope of soldiers entered the palace and broke into the princess’ quarters. They found the girl asleep, and swiftly woke her, being careful not to frighten her.

  She was their princess and an innocent in the entire situation.

  Slowly, they her explained who they were and Snow listened with a focus she hadn’t demonstrated in weeks.

  She nodded at them and let herself be taken away. There was a new brightness in her eyes, a new hope. She knew that if she managed to escape she would be free of the Evil Queen’s clutches.

  She fought the only way she could – by letting herself be kidnapped.

  It failed.

  The Queen’s personal guard found them on the outskirts of the palace and after a confrontation they retook Snow White, killing the soldiers that tried to rescue her.

  Yet Snow White didn’t forget their sacrifice.

  There was fire in anger in her mind, awakened by blood of those who were only doing what they knew was the right thing.

  As the days passed and Snow White witnessed as the nobles that had ordered her kidnaping were executed, she swore to herself she would give them their revenge, her father’s revenge, and kill the Evil Queen.

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  Life changed for Snow White after her kidnapping.

  The Evil Queen used the attack by the White Kingdom’s nobles as justification to basically take control of Snow’s life. The Queen determined who cared for her, who guarded her and what she learned.

  The older woman saw an opportunity to mold her future wife and took it.

  The ruling council let her, hoping to appease her, and not upset the deal they had previously made.

  Snow White hated them even more for it.

  She hated the fact that the Evil Queen had such control over her life and her activities. While most of the staff that had cared for Snow during her life remained, Snow was now permanently accompanied by members of the Queen’s personal guard, supposedly for her protection.

  In truth they were there to protect the Queen’s interests.

  They spied on both Snow White and her caretakers, trying to find the slightest hint of treason, the slightest fault that would allow the Queen to increase her hold on Snow White even further.

  The princess knew it and was extremely careful not to show the true nature of her feelings for the Queen.

  She didn’t complain when her tutors were exchanged and a new, far more forgiving account of the Evil Kingdom’s history was taught. She didn’t speak out when her personal maid was replaced and the new one would sing the Queen’s praises, and she didn’t quarrel when her playmates were dismissed, and children with parents amongst the Evil Kingdom’s nobility started surrounding her.

  Snow excelled at her studies, dedicating herself in full to them, knowing much of what she was now learning was a lie, but realizing she needed to fool the people around her into thinking she was under their control.

  She would eventually get her revenge, but for now the only thing she could do was play along.

  She managed to fool them until her eleventh birthday.

  That was the day she met the Queen in person for the first time.

  She had seen the woman before, but only from afar. She had never stood a step away from the woman that had murdered her father, looked right into her face, and saw her eyes.

  Snow didn’t say anything, she didn’t make a single threatening gesture, but the Evil Queen saw the rage and the need of revenge in her eyes … and then laughed, loudly, amused.

  She reached out and took Snow’s face into her hands, feeling the soft skin and turning her face upwards until they were looking directly into each other’s eyes.

  Then the Queen smiled and released Snow White, walking around the girl, her eyes roving over the child’s body, before she turned and left.

  Snow White shuddered.

  She knew hate and anger, but whatever emotion she had seen on the Queen’s eyes unsettled her, and she couldn’t help but start fearing the other woman as well.

  Had Snow been a little older, a little more experienced, she might have understood the look for what it was. A mix of lust, not just sexual lust, although it was also in there, but a lust for the power and dominance possession of Snow White would bring her.

  Snow tried to forget that look, but she would sometimes wake shivering in the night, the memory of the Queen’s eyes making her tremble.

  From that point forward Snow found her path crossing the Queen’s many times.

  Royalty wasn’t imprisoned as regular people, or even nobility, were. While the Queen was forbidden from leaving the palace grounds, she was quite free to roam them as she desired.

  It didn’t take long for Snow White to realize the woman was hounding her, teasing her, making them bump into each other as many times as possible. She knew the Queen was amused by Snow’s reaction on the day they first met.

  She tried to ignore the woman, ma
king it seem as if she couldn’t be bothered by her or her actions, but the Queen had seen her true feelings and wasn’t fooled.

  Snow’s studies became harsher, more focused on politics and war. The Queen was challenging her, daring her to try and do something, to fight against her.

  Snow’s pride and need of revenge rattled her mind, but she controlled herself and refused to let the Queen goad her into acting unthinkingly.

  She swallowed her pride and her fury and her spirit, and held on, carefully thinking about her every move, her every thought, hoping for the day she would have her revenge.

  And the years slowly went by.

  *******

  Snow met who she would consider her first true friend when she was fourteen.

  She never imagined she would call someone from the Evil Kingdom a friend, but Anna was special. Snow got to know her, when the girl, a recruit of the Queen’s personal guard, arrived at the capital.

  The young princess found the then eighteen year old near tears when she was supposed to guard her. Pity moved Snow, and she questioned Anna about her mood. After some coercing, the girl talked.

  What she told Snow made the young girl hate the Queen even more.

  The Amazon’s – the Queen’s personal guards – weren’t responsible for just guarding her. From what Anna told Snow, they were also supposed to be the Queen’s concubines, ready and willing to provide any pleasure and entertainment their Queen desired. That night would be Anna’s first time as the Queen’s bed partner.

  Snow long held suspicions about that fact. It was something usually rumored about when someone spoke about the Queen’s personal guards.

  What Snow hadn’t known was that the female guards didn’t seem to have much of a choice, at least at first. Some of the older guards had seemingly told Anna to ‘suck it up’ and do her duty when she told them she didn’t wish to sleep with the Queen.

  Some small, more cynical and dark, part of Snow’s mind filled the knowledge away as a possible means of inciting rebellion within the Queen’s allies.

  The rest of Snow was horrified.

  She grabbed the older girl and hugged her, whispering soothing words into her ear. Anna cried and held her Snow tightly, dirtying the princess’ dress with her tears.

  Snow felt her own tears start to slide down her face, not only for Anna, but for herself. If she didn’t get rid of the Queen before her own marriage, she would be forced into the same fate as Anna’s.

  For the rest of the day Snow tried to take the girl’s mind out of what was coming.

  She skipped her classes and dragged Anna into the palace’s gardens where they walked and ran between colorful flowers, gazing at all the beauty held within. Snow felt very proud whenever she made Anna smile or laugh.

  Eventually, though, the hours passed and night started to settle in.

  One of the older Amazons appeared and relieved Anna, ordering her to go to the Queen.

  Snow watched as her new friend straightened her back and breathed deeply, before she turned to Snow and said her goodbyes. The princess saw her move away, and couldn’t help hoping she wouldn’t have to face what Anna was facing, but if it happened she wished she would be as courageous as the older girl.

  Snow didn’t see Anna for two days.

  She searched for her, but it was as if the other girl had disappeared.

  Snow’s tutors burdening her with twice the workload because of the classes that she skipped didn’t help her efforts.

  Eventually, at the end of the second say, Anna was the one coming to Snow.

  When the princess left her last class of the day she found the other girl waiting for her. Snow’s current guard narrowed her eyes at the sight of her junior, but she didn’t do anything else.

  Snow bounded forward and took Anna into her arms, hugging the girl with all her strength – the moment she saw Anna she realized just how worried she had been about her.

  Anna hugged back, somewhat awkwardly. Now that she wasn’t concerned about the Queen, she realized just how inappropriate it had been to share what she did with Snow, especially seeing as the princess would be the Queen’s wife in time.

  Nonetheless, Anna held Snow tightly, grateful beyond measure for what the princess did for her.

  They parted and looked sheepishly at each other for a few moments, before Snow grabbed Anna’s hand and dragged her to her quarters.

  Once she arrived she closed the door on her guard’s face, making clear her intention of having a private conversation. Not even the Queen’s pets would dare disobey her so obviously.

  Then she proceeded to cajole and squeeze out every little detail of the night Anna spent with the Queen.

  At first the girl was very reluctant, but once Snow started to remind her she was the princess, Anna gave up and told her everything she wanted, although being very careful with her language and the visuals provided.

  The more Anna spoke, the more furious Snow became.

  Her new friend talked about the Queen with a new shine in her eyes, and a breathlessness that hadn’t been there before, seemingly almost excited in the simple fact of remembering what happened.

  Snow refused to believe that the older woman had been capable of actually charming her friend by natural means, which meant the Evil Queen must have used magic to twist Anna’s heart and mind. While the princess smiled on the outside as Anna spoke, on the inside her rage grew.

  When Anna left the room some minutes later, Snow started throwing her things around in anger, before she settled down to think.

  The Queen had to die, and Snow wouldn’t wait even one more day for it to happen.

  She waited until night fell, and then picked a dagger, one of many weapons she had hidden around her room, and prepared to sneak out.

  Snow had spent the last years exploring the palace, figuring the most hidden and recondite places she could, knowing some day she might need that knowledge to escape from her fate. She had never considered using it in a direct attempt against the Queen’s life.

  Deep in her heart she had hoped someone would appear and save her from her fate, becoming her hero in the process. Life taught her better – there were no heroes – people could only rely on themselves.

  It was easier than expected to get pass the Queen’s bodyguards. Maybe she should have suspected something, but Snow wasn’t thinking clearly, and believed her sneaking efforts were good enough.

  She entered the Queen’s quarters and moved until she stood a couple of feet away from the woman. Then she raised her hand, dagger held tightly in her grip, and swung down.

  The Queen’s hand closed over her wrist. The woman moved so fast Snow didn’t even see her – she only felt pain and her hand being stopped mid-air.

  Snow gulped her eyes wide. The torches on the room’s walls lit by the Queen’s magic, blinding the princess for a few moments. When she finished blinking she found the Queen’s eyes locked on her own.

  Snow shuddered and couldn’t help but let her gaze wander over the woman she loathed most in the world.

  The Queen was a beautiful dark haired woman, with pale skin and dark eyes. Snow hated that face, she hated the fact that if the two of them were seen together they might pass as a mother and daughter. They had the same features, the same coloring, and the same hair.

  The Queen’s body was even more impressive.

  The woman was tall with round curves and full breasts. Snow had seen people drooling at the sight of the Queen, and she couldn’t help but be disgusted with how even the more honorable men would be affected by the monarch’s presence.

  The Queen’s grip increased, making Snow flinch, and then the woman drove the dagger in Snow’s hand into her own heart.

  Snow blinked; hope filling her for a moment.

  Then the woman laughed and Snow closed her eyes, letting her head fall into her chest. Tears started falling from her eyes, and she didn’t even notice when the Queen dragged her into her lap and held her, almost as if she was consoling the prin
cess.

  Snow stopped crying once she felt the Queen’s lips kiss the flesh beneath her ear. She realized the position she was in and tried to escape, but the older woman tightened her hold, and didn’t let her move.

  Then the Queen started speaking, murmuring against Snow’s ear.

  She told the princess the tale of a witch – the witch that taught all that the Evil Queen knew – a witch who had to power of prophesy and had foretold that the Queen would only find her demise in her bloodline.

  Then the Queen told Snow about how she had murdered her entire family, taking her revenge for how they had treated her when she was young, and ensuring – through a very powerful ritual – that she would be completely invincible.

  For one moment, Snow felt the weight of the task she had imposed on herself. She wanted to do what multitudes of people tried and failed to do for centuries, and she had to do it without help.

  She despaired.

  She cried and sobbed and raged at the Queen, until she felt nothing more … and then the Queen took Snow’s earlobe into her mouth and suckled it, and Snow felt something anew – fear, fear the woman would take her revenge and ravage Snow right then and there.

  The Queen saw her fear and laughed, darkly.

  Snow saw desire in the Queen’s eyes, and realized the woman was contemplating doing just what she feared. She felt the Queen’s hardness pressing against her, and trembled, fighting again against the woman’s hold.

  The Queen let Snow escape.

  She wanted to take the girl, but she didn’t want to jeopardize the deal with the White Kingdom’s nobility. She knew she might have managed to justify her actions in light of Snow’s attack, but it was better not to risk it.

  She watched as Snow ran out of the room, content in the fact the girl’s will the fight was broken. She had time on her side, Snow would find herself in her bed sooner or later and then the Queen would take great pleasure in defiling the young princess.