(Back to our regularly scheduled debauchery. Another Fuckd-Up Fairytale for your perverted enjoyment. NC, drug use, mind break and abduction.)
She shivered in the snow. Ironic, since snow was her very namesake. Her cunt of a jealous step-mother had been arguing with Snow about how her choices were going to ruin her life. Snow didn't care. She liked school well enough, but lived for the party. Ten years under her roof had been amicable in the beginning, but after years and years of her step-mother's jealousy and judgements, Snow just straight up stopped caring. When their arguments became screaming matches, Snow gave up and stopped listening. She was a grown woman and would live with the consequences of her own choices.
She packed her car and left.
It took a thousand miles and four states, but when her beat up old car started to shake and thump, Snow knew she had a problem. The old engine quit on her over seventy miles from the nearest sizeable town. No cell phone service complicated matters further. Her friends were all home for the holiday, and Snow had planned to stay with them, but the car was no match for the Rocky Mountains, and died on her in the middle of buttfuck Idaho, just outside the Bitterroot range.
Snow hadn't packed many clothes, just what she'd brought back from her dorm, so once her car died, Snow was in trouble. She was cold inside ten minutes, shivering by thirty. Her limbs felt leaden from the altitude change. Her options were rapidly dwindling, and Snow realized she had to get to warmer altitudes. She had two choices, stay on the road and hope someone would pick her up and not be the kidnap, rape and murder type, or head off road and find shelter.
When Snow had walked for ninety minutes without seeing a single car, her choice was made for her. She couldn't trust in hope. She headed offroad. The snow was light and thin between the tall, thick trees, and the temperatures rose slightly, the wind muted by the forest around her. Snow walked and walked, seeing no sign of shelter, or existence of other people.
Hours passed, and Snow fell into a shivering haze, blindly plodding forward through hunger and exhaustion. The sun had long set when Snow saw a warm light in the trees. Stumbling towards it, she found a large house tucked deep in the forest, sheltered in the lee of a nearby cave. Snow's dad had been wealthy as hell, but this home was impressive even by her standards.
Exhausted and sore, Snow knocked on the door, hoping against hope. No one answered. Desperate, she tried to open it, and was shocked to find the door unlocked. She wandered, calling out, but no one responded. Snow found the kitchen and was unable to resist. Anything that didn't take time to cook was fair game, and Snow went at it hungrily. Once her gnawing hunger was satisfied, exhaustion slammed into her like a hammer. Snow staggered into the living room and collapsed on the plush sofa. She managed to drag a thick quilt over her, and she was out.
Snow woke to a stiff ache in her shoulders, her entire body weak and throbbing from her outdoor ordeal. She tried to squirm, to relieve the pressure in her shoulders. She felt a faint tugging on her wrists, and her semiconscious mind dimly noted to clink and rattle of metal. Snow groaned, but awareness of the muted noise filtered into her mind and the dull throb of her jaw together brought Snow around. Her eyes fluttered open and Snow nearly jumped through the roof.
A group of men stood over her, some dressed in dirty overalls, others in polos and dark jeans, and one in a business suit. Snow tried to jump to her feet, but her sore, aching body refused to listen. She met unexpected resistance at her wrists and ankles, and Snow tumbled, falling back down onto the couch.
Awareness returned in an instant. Snow wriggled, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her ankles were shackled by thick cuffs locked onto her, connected by a thin but strong chain. Her sore shoulders and immobile wrists told a similar story. Snow's supple tongue pushed against the rubbery gag jammed in her teeth, but the offending object stubbornly resisted her, heavy straps winding around her head keeping it in place.
One of the men yanked on a chain, and Snow choked, her eyes bulging as she was dragged upwards, till her feet scrabbled on the floor. The chain loosened, and she gasped for air, forced to breathe through her nose. Before she could react, it was padlocked to a ring set into the wall.
Without warning, the men grabbed her and pinned her between them. A heavy hand covered her eyes, and Snow let out a muffled scream. Arms that were wrapped around her torso tightened, preventing her from drawing another breath. She tried to kick and struggle, but she was outnumbered, sore, bound and had no chance. Her strength faded quickly, despite her panic. The hand over her eyes pulled back and down, tilting Snow's head back. Something was laid across her upper lip. Just as she felt her mind fading into blackness, her struggles reduced to weak spasms, the arms compressing her chest loosened, as if on a signal. Desperate for air, Snow heaved in a deep, heavy breath.
Her sinuses burned and tingled, something powdery on her lip was pulled into her nose along with the air. Hands still gripped her, and Snow gave a weak groan as her mind began to spin. She felt a tickle, like she needed to sneeze, but a warm lassitude washed over her instead.
Soft whispers surrounded her in a language she didn't understand, and whatever was on her lip lifted away. Snow heard a gentle rasp, and her experience at college clued her in to the sound. Paper being rolled tightly. Before she could react, the tip slid back under her nose, just as she took another breath. A warm puff of air through the paper sent another burst of the powder into her sinuses.
Snow coughed weakly, but she felt her body begin to tingle and burn. Her thoughts faded into glimmering flashes of light and sparkling stars. Her body ached, and she felt familiar cravings roar to life deep inside her. The hands on her body began to move, some still restraining, some stroking, some squeezing as the sounds of throaty, predatory laughter echoed in her ears.
Snow shivered as one hand slid into her top and groped her breast, dragging a groan from her as the world spun and whirled around her. Hands squeezed her tight ass, sculpted by hours in the gym, and a thick finger traced along her lower lips, feeling the gathered moisture, evidence of the drugs effectiveness in getting her body to betray her.
Before Snow's foggy, drugged mind could even comprehend what was about to happen, hands spun her around, pinning her face to the wall as her flimsy panties were torn away. Rigid thickness plunged into her dripping pussy and Snow let out a soft wail of pleasure, muffled by the gag. Time lost all meaning to her, and she sank beneath the battering waves of drugged sensation.
Snow woke slowly, her body aching and sore, her head throbbing. Snippets of memory flashed through her mind as she struggled to claw back to awareness. Scenes of debauchery and lust shook Snow to her core as her memory returned in flashes and momentary glimpses. Snow pinned against the wall as she came, the third cock of the evening spraying warmth into her womb. Snow on her hands and knees, cuffed to the floor as she bounced forward and back, propelled by the punishing, battering cocks savaging her mouth and overflowing pussy. Snow suspended from the ceiling by her wrists as she screamed in pleasure and pain, throbbing shafts reaming her lower holes, front and back. Snow kneeling, her tits and face coated in layers of cum, watching herself in the nearby mirror as she stroked and sucked the array of cocks demanding her attention. Snow begging the men to fuck her again, use her hard, as she spread herself open for them, pearly fluid leaking from her holes and dripping off her chin.
Snow opened her eyes, and looked down, seeing the crusty, flaking remnants of cum glazing her body. She rolled to her side and nausea slammed into her, her stomach heaving, emptying what seemed like gallons of white onto the wooden floor. Snow squealed as a hand gripped her hair and yanked her head up, before she could do more than grab at the hand, a hard plastic syringe was jammed up her nose. Callused fingers pushed the plunger and Snow's eyes watered, the thick, gooey liquid squirting into her nostril. She coughed and gagged, but the liquid tingled and burned, numbing her as the new drugs seeped into her bloodstream and dripped down the back of her ravaged throat.
Snow felt her strength fading away, and her arms grew heavier and heavier, until lifting them was like juggling anvils. Her wrists hit the floor with dull, echoing thumps, and the pain in her scalp from the hand in her hair seemed to be hazy and ephemeral, like a faint echo off a mountainside. The hand dragged her limp body across the floor, leaving trails of white slime behind her. The door opened and Snow closed her eyes as bright light assailed her. The throbbing in her head washed over her, and Snow descended into blackness.
Her eyes opened again, and Snow had no idea how much time had passed. Her wrists ached, but she could feel warm sunlight on her skin, and the chill from the fading remnants of the snow on the ground failed to bother her. Glassy and dazed, Snow looked around, seeing nothing but trees, an unseasonably warm day had already melted all but a few tiny traces of the show.
She worked her way to her feet, realizing belatedly that her skin was clean and clear of any evidence from the night before. Her wrists were cuffed around the trunk of a tree, and she had been redressed. It took a moment, but Snow blinked in drugged surprise when she saw she was wearing some of her own clothes. The men must have found her car and ransacked her belongings. A noise from behind her made Snow jump, and she turned, opening her mouth to scream. A hand grabbed her jaw, and a meaty finger shoved a thick pill down her throat. Snow coughed and gagged, but it went down anyway. Snow recognized the man behind her from brief flashes of memory. She feared this one. His hands had been cruel, his cock merciless, and her tears had only prompted him to use her harder. Snow whimpered in terror as she realized why he had isolated her. His cruel grin grew as she heard the hissing zip of a belt pulling free.
He didn't want anyone else to hear her screams.
Snow woke the next day, her throat and ass raw from her screaming and his brutality. A shadow loomed over her, and Snow had no strength to resist as a needle slid into her arm. Cool relief flooded her bloodstream, and Snow moaned as the world began to float on the softest cotton river. Hands lifted her and carried her, setting her down on silk sheets. Snow writhed as the sensation of the coolness in her blood and on her skin competed with the heat she felt building inside her. She looked up at her companion, seeing for the first time that it wasn't the sadist. This one wore thin rimmed glasses, and had a caring, almost paternal, yet academic look to him.
He slid the dirty, sweat stained clothes from her skin before gently massaging ointment onto her welts and bruises. Snow opened her mouth and she tasted fruit as he fed her. Cool water was bliss to her ravaged throat, and Snow nearly wept for his kindness. The lingerie slid onto her body, and the needle dove back into her arm, keeping Snow afloat in gentle relaxation.
His hands groped her chest, and Snow leaned into him, her fingers seeking the treasure hidden beneath his clothing. Her own heated need grew as he played with her body, and Snow knew exactly how to repay his kindness. She fished his burgeoning thickness from below his belt and turned, her eyes full of promise as she gently led him around the desk, staggering beneath the weight of the cotton fog in her mind.
She gently led him to the chair and sat him down before slipping beneath the ornate desk itself. Snow giggled in delight as the chair slid forward, trapping her in the tiny space. Her fingers traced lines on her own flat stomach, dancing lower as she opened her soft, full lips. She gave him a soft, gentle lick full of promise and slid her hand into her own panties. He had fed her once, but Snow wanted dessert. After, he stood her up and spent a long time just groping her, before bending her over the desk and grabbing a bottle of lube. He spent hours slowly reaming out her ass as Snow moaned and writhed.
Each one of the men had their turn with her. They all had their own fetishes and drugs of choice. Their language was some kind of European gobbledygook, but Snow eventually learned a few words, despite the drugged fog she spent every moment of every day lost in. She learned how to say 'please' and 'more'. She eventually understood when they told her to 'strip' or 'kneel'. 'Suck' and 'beg' were commonly used as well.
They never used anything she was able to discern as names, so Snow just made names up for them. The one who liked to give her pills and pain, she called 'Angry'. The one that liked the needles and her willing submission became 'Professor'.
'Doper' always insisted on getting blazed, keeping her in a small room as he smoked joint after joint. He liked cuffing her wrists and making her wear a ring gag while he kept her face buried in his groin.
'Shy' liked to blow powder up her nose. He never spoke, and always seemed to blush whenever she saw the fat meat rising from between his legs. He had a big collection of toys, and would always make Snow pick five or six for him to use on her. Snow always ended up passed out from exhaustion after enduring dozens of nonstop orgasms.
'Chuckles' would make Snow dress in tight, hot leather, keeping her bound and collared. He would take his time fucking her, pouring his cum into her as he mocked and laughed at her. He kept a big bowl of dried mushrooms in his room, and would always make her eat a few before getting started on her. Snow would watch in dazed fascination as cartoon characters and sexy monsters fucked like pornstars in front of her while her mouth and pussy were plundered.
'Napper' liked to watch her struggle, putting little pieces of chemical soaked paper in her mouth. He'd take his time, tying her up into intricate, inescapable bondage. She was kept plugged and stuffed as he sat nearby, using remote controls to edge her for hours and hours, sometimes dozing as she whined and squirmed helplessly. He would always torment her, making her whine and beg the entire time, before sending her careening into massive, mind melting orgasms while he watched and jerked himself off. When she was exhausted beyond the point of struggling, he would saunter over and use her limp, unresisting body.
'Wheezy' would make Snow crawl and bark, keeping her gagged with a 'bone' bit-gag. He would rub some kind of cream onto her chest and his. He always ended up breathing hard, but Snow just felt overwhelming heat. It melted her mind, making her pussy drip with desperate need until he mounted her, fucking her ass or pussy like she was his bitch.
It was an unending cycle. Angry would punish and pound her on the first day. Then Professor had his day for her to relax and submit. After that, Doper used his turn to use her in a weed induced haze. When Snow woke, Shy was waiting to make her choose the tools he'd use to overwhelm her. Chuckles would be ready the next day with her mushroom breakfast and cum chaser. Napper would claim her the following day, keeping her trapped in delicious erotic torment. Finally, Wheezy would collar his little bitch and make her crawl for him, until he gave her the bone his oils made her so desperate for. The next day, the cycle would start all over again.
Every night, Snow would be left alone, collared and tied to sleep off the day's drugs and recover from the abuse. Snow broke under the unceasing pressure of their lust and the constant highs and lows from the inexhaustible supply of drugs they had stashed away.
It only took two months for Snow's sanity to shatter completely. But rather than being reduced to an unresponsive husk, Snow's mind split. Angry was delighted when Snow's screams echoed through the trees, her pussy flooding more with every stroke of the cane or belt. Professor praised her when Snow knelt for him, eagerly accepting his gentle domination.
Doper laughed when she would snag the joint and blaze up on her own before diving down on his cock. He thought it was hilarious when she exhaled smoke puffs out of her nose while stuffing him in her throat. Shy was enchanted when Snow began to eagerly add more and more toys to the day's pile of implements. She would beg and plead with him, using every trick she knew to get him to play with her and his toys.
Chuckles had to ration her mushrooms, keeping Snow from eating too many. She would dive into the tight leather and beg him to fuck her hard as her vision danced with fairies and cartoon maidens getting ravaged and pounded by overmuscled monsters and demons.
Snow learned how to sigh and squeal, constantly moaning and gasping as Napper dozed, giving him pleasant, erotic dreams before he woke up and used her limp, weary body as a fleshlight.
Wheezy loved when he got time with his little puppy-girl. Snow would bark and yip, stuffing her nose into his crotch before whining and pawing at his pants. When he stripped down, Snow would howl with delight, spinning around and shaking her ass at him in invitation.
Every cycle imprinted her new personalities deeper, ripping her mind apart at the seams. Entirely different people began to emerge, each with different kinks and delights, each one submissive in it's own way. Each one desperate to please the Master of the day.
Snow had disappeared from the world and was never seen again.
Held captive, drugged and abused daily, Snow soon ceased to exist, her mind pulled apart and split into pieces. From those pieces were born the seven whores.
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