Snow White - A ravished fairy tale - Femdom Fury

[LaLia]

Teaser: Mirror, mirror on the wall...and what really happened when Ravenna took out her anger on Snow White. In the end, Snow White wasn't so innocent anymore, but defiled...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Snow White - A ravished fairy tale
Author: LaLia
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Snow White - A ravished fairy tale

The night was deep and silent as Snow White, a young woman of flawless beauty, crept through the cold, echoing corridors of the royal palace. Her black hair, shining like raven feathers, fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her skin shimmered in the dim torchlight. Her lips, red as ripe cherries, trembled slightly as she reached the heavy wooden door to the queen's chambers. Snow White was 19, petite, with soft curves and an innocent look that betrayed her naiveté. She had received an invitation, an urgent request from Queen Ravenna, her stepmother, which she could not ignore.

The queen, a woman in her mid-30s, was an imposing figure. Her long, chestnut-brown hair was tied back in a severe updo, her emerald-green eyes sparkled with a mixture of arrogance and cruelty. Her body, wrapped in a tight, black velvet gown, radiated power and control. Ravenna was known for her beauty, but also for her sadistic nature, which she concealed behind a veil of royal elegance. In her chamber stood the magic mirror, a huge, gold-framed artifact whose surface shimmered like liquid mercury. Every night, Ravenna asked the mirror, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?" But tonight, the mirror had given a different answer: "Snow White, my queen, is the fairest of all."

The mirror's words had sent Ravenna into a state of cold, furious rage. Her fingers gripped the armrests of her throne, her nails leaving deep grooves in the wood. But the rage quickly gave way to a darker desire not only to humiliate Snow White, but to possess her, to break her. She had formed a plan, a ritual that would demonstrate her power over the young woman. The mirror, cursed by ancient magic, had intensified her sadistic desires, and now she burned to make Snow White her prey.

Snow White knocked hesitantly on the door, her hands trembling as she grasped the cold handle. "Enter," Ravenna's voice sounded deep and velvety, with an undertone that sent shivers down Snow White's spine. She entered, and the heavy door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room. The queen's chambers were magnificent but eerie. Heavy velvet curtains in deep purple covered the windows, and the only light came from a large, black candlestick whose flames flickered restlessly. The floor was covered with a thick, wine-red carpet that muffled every footstep, and in the center of the room stood the mirror, its surface seemingly pulsating.

"Come closer, Snow White," Ravenna said, her voice a seductive purr that nevertheless held an unspoken threat. Snow White obeyed, her legs feeling heavy as she approached the mirror. She felt the queen's eyes on her, like hungry predators, watching her every move. Her mind raced, she had always been afraid of Ravenna but also felt a strange fascination with her power and beauty. Now, however, there was only a dull sense of threat that clenched her stomach.

"The mirror has spoken," Ravenna said, slowly rising from her throne. Her movements were smooth, like those of a cat approaching its prey. She stepped behind Snow White, close enough that Snow White could feel the warmth of her body, the scent of roses and something darker, perhaps musk. "He says you are the fairest. But beauty, my dear, must be tamed." Her words were like poison, eating into Snow White's mind, and before she could react, she felt Ravenna's hands on her shoulders, strong and unyielding.

Snow White gasped as Ravenna suddenly spun her around and shoved her against the wall. The cold stone wall pressed against her back, and she felt her white dress—a simple but elegant gown trimmed with lace—rip beneath Ravenna's fingers. "No, please..." Snow White whispered, her voice trembling, but Ravenna just smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile. "Oh, you'll beg, my sweet," she murmured as she pulled a silk ribbon from a drawer, black as night, and wrapped it around Snow White's wrists. The bonds were tight, cutting into her skin, and Snow White felt panic rising within her. Her mind was a whirl of fear and confusion, why was Ravenna doing this? What had she done wrong?

Ravenna pulled Snow White to the mirror, forcing her to look at herself. "Look at yourself," she hissed, her fingers digging into Snow White's chin, forcing her head up. "So pure, so innocent. But it won't stay this way." The mirror reflected Snow White's pale face, her wide-open eyes, the tears gathering on her eyelashes. Ravenna stepped behind her, her hands sliding down Snow White's body, tearing the rest of her dress apart until she stood completely naked in the room, trembling and exposed.

The queen reached for a small, silver instrument that looked like a whip, but softer, with leather thongs that whispered with every movement. "You will learn to obey me," Ravenna said, and the first blow struck Snow White's thigh, a sharp, burning pain that made her cry out. Her legs trembled, and she sank to her knees, the carpet soft but unyielding beneath her. Ravenna knelt before her, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up. "Open your mouth," she commanded, and when Snow White hesitated, she struck again, this time on her hip. The pain was intense, but there was also a strange warmth that confused Snow White, a feeling she couldn't place.

Ravenna partially pulled aside her own clothing, revealing her flawless skin. The queen grinned, a sadistic pleasure in her eyes as she sensed Snow White's discomfort. "You are mine," she whispered as she pulled Snow White closer, her fingers sliding deeper, exploring her body with a mixture of cruelty and seduction. Snow White gasped, her body reacting against her will, and she felt as if she were drowning in a storm of pleasure and pain as Ravenna's hands touched her breasts, caressed her bottom, and moved between her legs.

The scene dragged on, Ravenna alternating between blows, touches, and humiliating commands. She forced Snow White to lie on the floor, her legs spread, while she penetrated Snow White's pussy with a banana, taking her virginity in a sadistic and painful way.

Snow White's mind was a chaos of fear, shame, and a strange, inexplicable desire that she hated. She felt dehumanized, reduced to an object for Ravenna's pleasure, and yet she couldn't escape. The queen finally pulled her up, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror again, her face smeared with tears, her skin flushed and blotchy. "Now you're no longer the most beautiful," Ravenna whispered, her lips against Snow White's ear, before pushing Snow White back to her knees.

The air in Ravenna's chamber was heavy, permeated with a hint of rose perfume and the faint, metallic scent of flickering candlelight. Snow White knelt on the wine-red carpet; her wrists bound behind her back with black silk ribbons. Her white dress lay in tatters around her, her body covered in welts, and her red lips trembled as tears glimmered in her large, dark eyes. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to suppress the panic rising within her.

Queen Ravenna stood before her, her chestnut-brown hair tightly pinned up, her emerald-green eyes glowing with sadistic pleasure. Her black velvet gown was half-open, revealing her flawless skin and the powerful yet elegant contours of her body. Ravenna was a woman of commanding presence, her beauty as sharp as a blade, her movements as lithe and menacing as a feline predator. The magic mirror had named Snow White the fairest in the land, and this revelation had turned Ravenna's jealousy into a burning desire to dominate the young woman, to break her, to make her her own.

"Look at you," Ravenna said, her voice a deep, seductive purr that echoed through the room. She stepped closer, her high boots clacking softly on the floor before falling silent on the soft carpet. Her fingers, long and with black, painted nails, grasped Snow White's chin, forcing her head up to meet Ravenna's eyes. "So pure, so innocent," Ravenna whispered, her lips curling into a cruel smile, "but I will change that."

Snow White's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirl of fear and confusion. She had always feared Ravenna but also felt a strange fascination with her power and beauty. Now, however, there was only a dull feeling of helplessness that weighed down her limbs. Her bound hands twitched, the silk ribbons cut into her skin, and she felt her knees tremble on the carpet. "Please..." she whispered, her voice breaking, but Ravenna laughed softly, a throaty sound that struck Snow White like another lash.

"Please?" Ravenna repeated mockingly as she opened her dress further, letting the fabric slide slowly over her hips. She revealed her body, her skin glistening in the candlelight, and Snow White gasped in surprise when she saw Ravenna's erect cock, standing proud and menacing before her. The queen grabbed Snow White's jet-black hair, wrapping it around her fingers like reins, and pulled her head closer. "Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice now sharp, unyielding, with an undertone that brooked no argument.

Snow White shook her head, her eyes wide with panic, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails on her porcelain-white skin. "No... please, don't..." she whimpered, but Ravenna slapped her lightly across the face, not hard, but humiliating, a burning pain that reddened her cheek. "You will obey," the queen hissed, her fingers digging deeper into Snow White's hair, pulling her head back until she gasped. The scent of Ravenna's perfume, mixed with a heavy, musky scent, filled Snow White's senses, and she gagged, her stomach heaving as Ravenna brought her cock closer.

"Open your mouth," Ravenna repeated, each word like a hammer blow. Snow White sobbed, but the fear of further pain forced her to give in. Her lips trembled as she opened her mouth, and Ravenna wasted no time. With sadistic precision, she forced herself into Snow White's mouth, her movements controlled but relentless. Snow White gagged, her throat tightening as she felt the salty, bitter taste overwhelming her senses. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the saliva running down her chin as Ravenna pushed herself deeper into her, moving her hips in a slow but relentless rhythm, thrusting her cock deep into Snow White's mouth repeatedly.

Snow White felt as if she were suffocating, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her bound hands tugged at the silk ribbons, her fingers clutching at the air, searching for purchase, finding nothing. The carpet beneath her knees was soft, but the cold of the room bit into her bare skin, and the flickering candlelight cast distorted shadows on the walls, as if the room itself were watching the scene. The mirror, just a few feet away, reflected the scene in all its cruelty: Snow White's trembling body, her wide-open eyes, Ravenna's triumphant posture, her hands buried in Snow White's hair.

Ravenna moaned softly, a deep, contented sound that deepened Snow White's shame. "Good," murmured the queen, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Look at you, giving yourself to me." She pulled Snow White's head back, forcing her to look up, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Snow White saw her own face, contorted in pain and humiliation, her lips closed around Ravenna's cock, her cheeks wet with tears. The queen smiled, her teeth flashing in the candlelight, and she sped up, her hips thrusting faster, harder, as Snow White's gagging grew louder, her throat raw, and her senses overwhelmed.

The queen paused, pulling back briefly, leaving Snow White gasping for air. Saliva dripped from her lips onto the carpet, and she coughed, her body trembling with exhaustion and shame. But Ravenna didn't give her a break. "You thought you could be the most beautiful?" she whispered, her hand stroking Snow White's cheek almost tenderly before she grabbed it again and pulled her head back. "You're mine." With those words, she plunged into Snow White's mouth again, deeper this time, her movements more reckless, a manifestation of her complete control. Snow White's thoughts were in chaos - she felt dehumanized, reduced to an object for Ravenna's lust.

The scene dragged on, Ravenna's moans filling the room as Snow White's sobs grew quieter, her strength waning. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ravenna pulled away, her breathing heavy, her eyes glowing with triumph as she came. The cum spurted toward Snow White, hitting her face and filling her mouth. Ravenna knelt before Snow White now, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up. "Look at you," she said, her voice gentle but venomous. "Not so pure anymore, are you?" She wiped a tear from Snow White's cheek before letting go and rising, her posture majestic as she refastened her gown.

Snow White sank to the carpet, her body shaking, her throat raw, her mind a wreckage of shame and fear. The mirror reflected her broken image as Ravenna turned away, a soft laugh on her lips. "That was just the beginning," she whispered before leaving the room, slamming the heavy door behind her and leaving Snow White in the darkness.

The darkness in the queen's chamber was oppressive, broken only by the fitful flickering of the black candles, their wax dripping in long, lazy drops onto the candlestick. Snow White lay curled up on the wine-red carpet, her wrists still bound by the black silk ribbons that cut deep into her skin. Her jet-black hair clung damply to her forehead, her porcelain-white skin flushed, blotched with tears and the marks of Ravenna's sadistic touch. Her throat was raw, her breath came in short, shaky gasps, and her thoughts were a whirl of shame. The magical mirror, perched in the center of the room, seemed to stare at her, like a living being, relishing her humiliation.

Snow White had no idea how much time had passed, minutes, hours? The silence in the room was agonizing, broken only by the faint crackle of the candles and the distant howl of the wind tugging at the heavy velvet curtains. Her body ached, her knees raw from pressing hard against the carpet, and the cold of the room bit into her bare skin. She felt like a broken jug, her innocence shattered, yet she clung to the hope that Ravenna would finally leave her alone. But deep down, she knew the queen wasn't finished yet.

The sound of heavy boots on the stone floor outside made Snow White flinch. The door opened with a deep, creaking sound, and Queen Ravenna entered, her silhouette filling the doorway like a dark angel. Her emerald-green eyes glowed in the dim light, her chestnut-brown hair still tightly pinned up, but a few strands had come loose, giving her a wild, almost animalistic appearance. Her black velvet dress was now fully open, revealing her powerful yet elegant body, and her erect cock was clearly visible, a symbol of her unrelenting power. In her hand, she held a small vial filled with a shimmering, oily liquid that glistened in the candlelight. Her smile was cold, sadistic, and it made Snow White's heart freeze in her chest.

"Did you think I was finished with you?" Ravenna asked, her voice a deep, mocking purr that echoed through the room. She stepped closer, her boots clacking on the floor before hitting the soft carpet again. Snow White tried to turn away, to curl her body more tightly, but her bound hands made every movement painful and awkward. "Please..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a croak, "please let me go..." But Ravenna laughed, a deep, throaty sound that cut like a dagger into Snow White's soul. "Go?" the queen repeated, leaning over Snow White, her fingers stroking her cheek almost tenderly before she grasped her chin and forced her head up. "You are mine, Snow White. Every part of you."

Ravenna dropped the vial to the floor, opened it with a deft movement, and poured the oily liquid over her fingers. The scent of lavender and something heavier, perhaps myrrh, filled the air, but the sweet note couldn't mask the threat. Ravenna knelt behind Snow White, her hands grabbing her hips and pulling her up with a brutal yank, leaving Snow White on all fours, her bound hands useless behind her back. "No!" Snow White cried, her voice breaking as she tried to resist, her legs kicking weakly against the carpet. But Ravenna was stronger, relentless, her fingers digging into Snow White's hips, leaving red marks that would later become bruises.

"You will learn what it means to be mine," Ravenna hissed as she poured the oily liquid over Snow White's virginal bottom. The liquid was warm, slippery, and it ran slowly over her skin, a sensation that made Snow White shudder and gag at the same time. She felt Ravenna's fingers spreading the liquid, her touch rough, probing, and Snow White gasped as a stabbing pain shot through her body. "Stop!" she sobbed, her tears dripping onto the carpet, but Ravenna ignored her, her movements only becoming more determined.

With one hand, Ravenna held Snow White's hips while the other guided her cock. Snow White felt the pressure, an overwhelming, invasive sensation that froze her body. She screamed, a high-pitched, desperate sound, as Ravenna penetrated her virgin ass hard and ruthlessly. The pain was like a burning lightning bolt ripping through her body, her muscles tensing, her breath catching. She felt as if she were being torn apart, her body unable to contain the intruder, and yet Ravenna was relentless. Her movements were quick, mechanical, each thrust an expression of her sadistic control. Snow White's screams became low whimpers, her voice failing as she tried to fight the pain.

Ravenna moaned, her voice deep and full of triumph as she pushed deeper into Snow White's ass. "So tight, so perfect," she murmured, her hands sliding down Snow White's back, her nails leaving red welts on her skin. The carpet burned beneath Snow White's knees, her bound hands tugged uselessly at the silk ribbons, and the scent of the oily fluid mingled with the heavy musk of Ravenna's body. The mirror reflected the scene in gruesome clarity: Snow White's trembling body, her face contorted with pain and shame, Ravenna's dominant figure, her hips in a relentless rhythm.

Snow White's mind was a chaos of agony and humiliation. She felt dehumanized, reduced to an object for Ravenna's pleasure, and yet there was a strange, unwanted tingling that she hated, that confused her. Her innocence, which had protected her for so long, was finally shattered in that moment, and she felt her soul shattering. Ravenna leaned forward, her lips brushing Snow White's ear, her breath hot and heavy. "You are mine," she whispered again, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure, "every part of you."

The queen sped up her movements, her thrusts becoming harder, more ruthless, and Snow White felt her body tremble under the force. The pain was overwhelming, but there was also a strange numbness spreading through her, as if her spirit were separating from her body to survive. Ravenna grabbed Snow White's hair, pulled her head back, and forced her to look into the mirror. "Look at yourself," she hissed, "see how you belong to me." Snow White sobbed, her eyes meeting her own reflection, a broken shadow of herself, her lips trembling, her cheeks wet with tears.

After what felt like an eternity, in which Snow White's screams had faded to soft, broken whimpers, Ravenna sped up her movements. Her hips thrust harder, faster, an expression of her complete dominance. Her breathing became heavier, her thrusts more erratic, and a deep, throaty moan escaped her lips as she neared climax. "You are mine," she growled, her voice vibrating with triumph as her fingers dug into Snow White's hips, leaving red marks that glowed like branding. Snow White gasped, her body shaking uncontrollably, her muscles tensing, unable to escape the pain shooting through her body.

Ravenna threw her head back, an animalistic moan filling the room as she orgasmed deep inside Snow White. The warmth of her release filled Snow White, another act of humiliation plunging her mind even deeper into darkness. Ravenna held her hips firmly, her nails digging deeper as she savored the final waves of her climax, her body trembling with sadistic pleasure. When she finally withdrew, slowly, almost deliberately, Snow White sank limply to the carpet, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The oily fluid and pain lingered, a burning echo of Ravenna's cruelty, and Snow White felt the warm fluid seep from her small bottom, a slow, humiliating stream that mingled with the oil and dripped onto the burgundy carpet.

The queen knelt briefly beside Snow White, her fingers stroking her back almost tenderly, the skin still soft and sensitive beneath her touch. "You'll get used to this," Ravenna whispered, her voice cold as a winter morning, "or you'll break." She rose, her movements smooth and majestic, fastened her gown with a slow, deliberate gesture, and turned away. "You are my property," she added, her words like poison eating into Snow White's soul. With a final, mocking smile, she left the room. The heavy wooden door slammed shut, leaving Snow White alone, trembling, broken, on the cold floor. The magic mirror, her only witness, seemed to mock her defeat with its pulsing surface, while the marks of Ravenna's possession slowly trickled down her skin, a silent testament to her complete submission.

[RapeU]

Woah, this story. It's audience standing ovation wanting an encore at a concert level story. I don't care for anal stories when you can just fuck that pussy, but I still got into this. Transgender is not my thing, but I still got into this.

[Blue]

@LaLia
A truly brilliantly written story, very detailed and realistic.
The only thing I had trouble imagining was the fact that the queen wasn't a real woman. While that was a big surprise, I couldn't quite picture the scenes. So I imagined the queen was actually a king. That worked much better.

[joey]

Wow!! Winner, winner chicken dinner. Heck of a debasement of the famous Disney heroine, that's for sure. Loved the queen's anatomy surprise. Was actually waiting for the Queen to send the seven dwarfs after her to finish her defilement. The language you use in your stories is captivating.

[Shocker]

With storytelling like this, there is no wonder you will always have the target on your back, as the person to beat in a contest. Loved this, especially the fantastic use of the mirror.

[Interception]

The idea is truly creative. The fairy tale is told completely differently, and Ravenna as an evil transdominatrix is really cool. An AI image would have been a good fit here, for example, what Snow White might look like, and yes, the Seven Dwarfs were definitely missing. Please include this in the next gangbang contest.

[LtBroccoli]

This would've been a better live action movie than what Disney made.