p class="MsoNormal"It was all a horrible mistake. You, the huntsman, had no desire to become embroiled in the fight between the queen and her step-daughter. But here you are, watching as she prepares herself a pie with the heart of the young girl./p
p class="MsoNormal"Steam comes off of the meaty roast as she sits down. Even though you know that it is fawn, not human heart, your stomach lurches as you watch./p
p class="MsoNormal"The queen locks eyes with you, and you feel yourself go totally numb./p
p class="MsoNormal""Huntsman?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Yes, your highness?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""….come here."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your feet feelspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanlike blocks of cement as you make your way to her table./p
p class="MsoNormal""Sit."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You sit. She removed a portion of the pie, puckering her bright red lips before blowing on the pie itself. She brings it to her mouth./p
p class="MsoNormal"Then pauses./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hm…. No," She looks sideways at your frozen body, "It's not appropriate to take the spoils of a hunt, is it?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Your highness?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"She sets down the food for a moment and locks her intense eyes onto you, "Flesh," She says, running her hands down the front of her bodice, "Belongs to the one who takes it. It's an old rule, one that predates humanity. Back when there was nothing but Fae, slime, and titans," She smirks, "And it just isn't right for me to suck on this delicious morsel without offering its first portion to the one who raked it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"She imperiously pushes the pie towards you, "Eat."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The coldness in her voice could not be ignored. You are a coward, at heart, so you take a bit. Sadly, your whole life you saw yourself as an honorable man. But really, you're just a sad, scared little boy that is frightened of refusing this woman./p
p class="MsoNormal"It tastes vile./p
p class="MsoNormal""Finish the job," She snarls./p
p class="MsoNormal"The taste is horrible. It is every bad dream, every rotted skull, every howl of bitter wind. Finally, you finish the last bite./p
p class="MsoNormal""Lick it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You stare at her. Maybe she won't make you. Maybe this is just the last test, and the you can go back to your nice quiet forest and set snares to protect against wolves that will never threaten the castle./p
p class="MsoNormal""Lick. It."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You swallow your fear and lean forward. As your face comes off the bowl, her mouth is there with yours, and, damn it feels good./p
p class="MsoNormal"She continues kissing you, slowly, sensually. Her taste is bitter but intoxicating. The queen pulls away, "This is my curse."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Standing up, she towers over you as your stomach clenches up, "You would not supplement my craving for princess flesh, Huntsmen, and so, I damn YOU to crave princess flesh!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your stomach explodes from the inside out. Immediately, your feel your guts rushing one of the others. You try to vomit, but there's nothing in your stomach./p
p class="MsoNormal""With all the powers of darkness, I command that you be cursed with every evil curse until your appetite is satiated!" Lightning strikes the background, "Every dark lord an master from the beginning of time until the universe grows cold again shall have your chains!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Hot metal explodes from your wrist, ankles and neck./p
p class="MsoNormal""And you may not eat, sleep or die until you have ripped every pure girl apart!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your blood pours out from between your legs and darkness blinds you. You cannot move or speak or think./p
p class="MsoNormal"And then you hear the witch cackling, "And, as queen, I sentence you to the dungeon until I am ready to wreck my revenge against fair Snow…"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You sit there, rotting in that dark, dank dungeon, dying- for years. Days turn into weeks as your flesh roils and reconfigures itself. Your body is turned against you, muscle dries up into raw bone, your joints ache and swell and your skin thins, sags and wrinkles. You are too frightened to think about the squirming bit between your legs./p
p class="MsoNormal"The agony of living becomes too much. You take your chains, wrap them around your neck, lean into them with all your strength, and pull and squeeze. Not only does death elude you, but so does the sweet escape of unconsciousness./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your neck raw from the marks of your chains, and your teeth black from the vile blood you spew out, you lie there, alone and forsaken on the floor./p
p class="MsoNormal"And think of Snow White./p
p class="MsoNormal"You try and be kind. She is likely playing carefree in a field of daisies, laughing and running with her skirt ruffling in the wind./p
p class="MsoNormal"It does not take long before your thoughts turn dark. How could she be so carefree and happy, while you rot? Laughing at your pain, the little wretch. You were the one who saved her! She owes you! Her skirt hikes up a bit more, and you can practically feel the softness of her skin. Thinking about her young, teenaged flesh is the only thing getting you by in this endless darkness./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your hunger builds with your imagination. Touching that leg, tasting it. As the pain grows, so does your lust for your young prize. Eventually you just fantasize about fucking the poor girl./p
p class="MsoNormal"After an eternity in the dark, in the cold, in the uncaring void of your hole, finally, you hear her voice./p
p class="MsoNormal""Huntsman!" The queen, "Hunt!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You are released. Screaming and crying you bolt from your filthy cell and flee the castle. Purely on instinct, you haul yourself to the point that Snow White fled, and beyond, into the swamp, the dark woods, past those monstrous trees and onto a small path. You can smell her, you can taste her. She is so close, you ache./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your body gives out under you, old and frail. The curse cripples your outside your door, "Nooooo!" you howl./p
p class="MsoNormal""Oh dear, oh dear!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. Her voice is music, her smell is delicious. Princess Snow White grabs you by the arm. You grasp her legs, and your strength comes rushing back./p
p class="MsoNormal"As she pulls you into the house, the cold recedes, and you feel a warmth spreading through your body. Your muscle explode through the tattered rags of your clothes, and your bones thicken. You lock the door as she pulls you inside and into the kitchen./p
p class="MsoNormal"Snow buckles under your weight. She looks up into your eyes in shock. This was the moment you've been waiting for. Years of pining and agony to see the shock and fear. She had to know this was coming- that you would get your revenge./p
p class="MsoNormal""Princess."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You push her down. She makes little struggling noises, trying to get you off of her, but pure instinct guides you. Her knees hitch her dress up as she tries to push you off./p
p class="MsoNormal""Big mistake…." Your hand darts between her thighs and holds on tight to her secret place between them. She squeals, and wriggles trying to dislodge her hand now instead of you. It does not work. She unintentionally does help you though as you pull off her undergarments. You rip through them, and her bareness flashes before your eyes./p
p class="MsoNormal"The rest of your clothing rips off your body as you bore down on her./p
p class="MsoNormal"She so small and helpless as your cock plunges into her. If she were whining before, the scream she lets out now is ear-shattering- but to you its music. The second you make contact the world and your purpose in it falls into focus. Your strength doubles down, and, as you slide unlubricated deep, deep inside her, you feel her tightness ripping and bleeding. Once you are completely lodged within her, the princess is completely silent. Her large dark eyes looking up at you in shock, horror, and disbelief./p
p class="MsoNormal"She starts to cry./p
p class="MsoNormal"You begin pumping. The sensation is fantastic. The pain you experienced is completely replaced but the pleasure you now experience./p
p class="MsoNormal"Snow White cries harder. Her arms flail up to her face as she tries to hide herself. You speed up, slamming your hips deep, deep inside the virginal flesh, ignoring the trickle of blood that pours out of her hole. Your hands rip open her skirt. It frustrated you, tickling your stomach as you slammed yourself against the young girl. In and out and in and out, her cries get louder and louder until she is howling like an animal./p
p class="MsoNormal""No!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You keep ripping./p
p class="MsoNormal""Stop! Please stop!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Years of anger and aggression are pounded into her lithe flesh. Between the screaming and crying, Snow tries to inch away from you. Your hands swathe the yellow skirt readily, slamming your prick back inside her. The dress rips, and her left breast pops free. You want to touch it, suck it, but you are preoccupied with her. She moves back and you pull her back toward you, onto you, into style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanYou are kneeling on the ground now, her hips twisting around you as she flails backwards, her girlhood now slick with juice and blood. It is funny now to let her get almost away, feel her lips reach the tip and kiss and kiss your cock as she is almost free, before slamming her back onto the cock. Eventually, you stop being so patient. The second she starts to pull away, your body slams down, impaling her completely./p
p class="MsoNormal"You fuck her and fuck her for hours, until her voice is sore, and her bottom is crusty with blood and juice. It is time to finish her. You knife is in your hand, and impaled in the flesh of her left breast, not deep enough to kill but enough to get her squirming under you again. You pump towards your finish. It has been half a day, but she feels the end nearby and tries to curl into a ball./p
p class="MsoNormal"You cannot let her do that. Slamming her once-virgin body into the ground, you rip the dress completely open, pulling the thing tight around her back, trapping her arms, and popping both breasts free. You reach around and grab her hair, arching her back as your teeth suck her tits into your mouth and bite down hard./p
p class="MsoNormal"She only whimpers pitifully./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm sorry…?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"She is too confused to know where she is or why you are doing this to her, but hearing that spurs you on, and you pump harder than before until you come, hard and fast deep in her womb./p
p class="MsoNormal"Finally, you are at peace./p
p class="MsoNormal"The world dissolves into green mist. You come out the other side to find yourself surrounded by orcspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanand goblins./p
p class="MsoNormal""So," Says Maleficent draped in black robes, "This is the huntsman of evil?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Steam comes off of the meaty roast as she sits down. Even though you know that it is fawn, not human heart, your stomach lurches as you watch./p
p class="MsoNormal"The queen locks eyes with you, and you feel yourself go totally numb./p
p class="MsoNormal""Huntsman?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Yes, your highness?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""….come here."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your feet feelspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanlike blocks of cement as you make your way to her table./p
p class="MsoNormal""Sit."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You sit. She removed a portion of the pie, puckering her bright red lips before blowing on the pie itself. She brings it to her mouth./p
p class="MsoNormal"Then pauses./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hm…. No," She looks sideways at your frozen body, "It's not appropriate to take the spoils of a hunt, is it?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Your highness?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"She sets down the food for a moment and locks her intense eyes onto you, "Flesh," She says, running her hands down the front of her bodice, "Belongs to the one who takes it. It's an old rule, one that predates humanity. Back when there was nothing but Fae, slime, and titans," She smirks, "And it just isn't right for me to suck on this delicious morsel without offering its first portion to the one who raked it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"She imperiously pushes the pie towards you, "Eat."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The coldness in her voice could not be ignored. You are a coward, at heart, so you take a bit. Sadly, your whole life you saw yourself as an honorable man. But really, you're just a sad, scared little boy that is frightened of refusing this woman./p
p class="MsoNormal"It tastes vile./p
p class="MsoNormal""Finish the job," She snarls./p
p class="MsoNormal"The taste is horrible. It is every bad dream, every rotted skull, every howl of bitter wind. Finally, you finish the last bite./p
p class="MsoNormal""Lick it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You stare at her. Maybe she won't make you. Maybe this is just the last test, and the you can go back to your nice quiet forest and set snares to protect against wolves that will never threaten the castle./p
p class="MsoNormal""Lick. It."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You swallow your fear and lean forward. As your face comes off the bowl, her mouth is there with yours, and, damn it feels good./p
p class="MsoNormal"She continues kissing you, slowly, sensually. Her taste is bitter but intoxicating. The queen pulls away, "This is my curse."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Standing up, she towers over you as your stomach clenches up, "You would not supplement my craving for princess flesh, Huntsmen, and so, I damn YOU to crave princess flesh!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your stomach explodes from the inside out. Immediately, your feel your guts rushing one of the others. You try to vomit, but there's nothing in your stomach./p
p class="MsoNormal""With all the powers of darkness, I command that you be cursed with every evil curse until your appetite is satiated!" Lightning strikes the background, "Every dark lord an master from the beginning of time until the universe grows cold again shall have your chains!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Hot metal explodes from your wrist, ankles and neck./p
p class="MsoNormal""And you may not eat, sleep or die until you have ripped every pure girl apart!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Your blood pours out from between your legs and darkness blinds you. You cannot move or speak or think./p
p class="MsoNormal"And then you hear the witch cackling, "And, as queen, I sentence you to the dungeon until I am ready to wreck my revenge against fair Snow…"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You sit there, rotting in that dark, dank dungeon, dying- for years. Days turn into weeks as your flesh roils and reconfigures itself. Your body is turned against you, muscle dries up into raw bone, your joints ache and swell and your skin thins, sags and wrinkles. You are too frightened to think about the squirming bit between your legs./p
p class="MsoNormal"The agony of living becomes too much. You take your chains, wrap them around your neck, lean into them with all your strength, and pull and squeeze. Not only does death elude you, but so does the sweet escape of unconsciousness./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your neck raw from the marks of your chains, and your teeth black from the vile blood you spew out, you lie there, alone and forsaken on the floor./p
p class="MsoNormal"And think of Snow White./p
p class="MsoNormal"You try and be kind. She is likely playing carefree in a field of daisies, laughing and running with her skirt ruffling in the wind./p
p class="MsoNormal"It does not take long before your thoughts turn dark. How could she be so carefree and happy, while you rot? Laughing at your pain, the little wretch. You were the one who saved her! She owes you! Her skirt hikes up a bit more, and you can practically feel the softness of her skin. Thinking about her young, teenaged flesh is the only thing getting you by in this endless darkness./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your hunger builds with your imagination. Touching that leg, tasting it. As the pain grows, so does your lust for your young prize. Eventually you just fantasize about fucking the poor girl./p
p class="MsoNormal"After an eternity in the dark, in the cold, in the uncaring void of your hole, finally, you hear her voice./p
p class="MsoNormal""Huntsman!" The queen, "Hunt!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You are released. Screaming and crying you bolt from your filthy cell and flee the castle. Purely on instinct, you haul yourself to the point that Snow White fled, and beyond, into the swamp, the dark woods, past those monstrous trees and onto a small path. You can smell her, you can taste her. She is so close, you ache./p
p class="MsoNormal"Your body gives out under you, old and frail. The curse cripples your outside your door, "Nooooo!" you howl./p
p class="MsoNormal""Oh dear, oh dear!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. Her voice is music, her smell is delicious. Princess Snow White grabs you by the arm. You grasp her legs, and your strength comes rushing back./p
p class="MsoNormal"As she pulls you into the house, the cold recedes, and you feel a warmth spreading through your body. Your muscle explode through the tattered rags of your clothes, and your bones thicken. You lock the door as she pulls you inside and into the kitchen./p
p class="MsoNormal"Snow buckles under your weight. She looks up into your eyes in shock. This was the moment you've been waiting for. Years of pining and agony to see the shock and fear. She had to know this was coming- that you would get your revenge./p
p class="MsoNormal""Princess."/p
p class="MsoNormal"You push her down. She makes little struggling noises, trying to get you off of her, but pure instinct guides you. Her knees hitch her dress up as she tries to push you off./p
p class="MsoNormal""Big mistake…." Your hand darts between her thighs and holds on tight to her secret place between them. She squeals, and wriggles trying to dislodge her hand now instead of you. It does not work. She unintentionally does help you though as you pull off her undergarments. You rip through them, and her bareness flashes before your eyes./p
p class="MsoNormal"The rest of your clothing rips off your body as you bore down on her./p
p class="MsoNormal"She so small and helpless as your cock plunges into her. If she were whining before, the scream she lets out now is ear-shattering- but to you its music. The second you make contact the world and your purpose in it falls into focus. Your strength doubles down, and, as you slide unlubricated deep, deep inside her, you feel her tightness ripping and bleeding. Once you are completely lodged within her, the princess is completely silent. Her large dark eyes looking up at you in shock, horror, and disbelief./p
p class="MsoNormal"She starts to cry./p
p class="MsoNormal"You begin pumping. The sensation is fantastic. The pain you experienced is completely replaced but the pleasure you now experience./p
p class="MsoNormal"Snow White cries harder. Her arms flail up to her face as she tries to hide herself. You speed up, slamming your hips deep, deep inside the virginal flesh, ignoring the trickle of blood that pours out of her hole. Your hands rip open her skirt. It frustrated you, tickling your stomach as you slammed yourself against the young girl. In and out and in and out, her cries get louder and louder until she is howling like an animal./p
p class="MsoNormal""No!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"You keep ripping./p
p class="MsoNormal""Stop! Please stop!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Years of anger and aggression are pounded into her lithe flesh. Between the screaming and crying, Snow tries to inch away from you. Your hands swathe the yellow skirt readily, slamming your prick back inside her. The dress rips, and her left breast pops free. You want to touch it, suck it, but you are preoccupied with her. She moves back and you pull her back toward you, onto you, into style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanYou are kneeling on the ground now, her hips twisting around you as she flails backwards, her girlhood now slick with juice and blood. It is funny now to let her get almost away, feel her lips reach the tip and kiss and kiss your cock as she is almost free, before slamming her back onto the cock. Eventually, you stop being so patient. The second she starts to pull away, your body slams down, impaling her completely./p
p class="MsoNormal"You fuck her and fuck her for hours, until her voice is sore, and her bottom is crusty with blood and juice. It is time to finish her. You knife is in your hand, and impaled in the flesh of her left breast, not deep enough to kill but enough to get her squirming under you again. You pump towards your finish. It has been half a day, but she feels the end nearby and tries to curl into a ball./p
p class="MsoNormal"You cannot let her do that. Slamming her once-virgin body into the ground, you rip the dress completely open, pulling the thing tight around her back, trapping her arms, and popping both breasts free. You reach around and grab her hair, arching her back as your teeth suck her tits into your mouth and bite down hard./p
p class="MsoNormal"She only whimpers pitifully./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm sorry…?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"She is too confused to know where she is or why you are doing this to her, but hearing that spurs you on, and you pump harder than before until you come, hard and fast deep in her womb./p
p class="MsoNormal"Finally, you are at peace./p
p class="MsoNormal"The world dissolves into green mist. You come out the other side to find yourself surrounded by orcspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanand goblins./p
p class="MsoNormal""So," Says Maleficent draped in black robes, "This is the huntsman of evil?"/p