Snow White startles awake when she feels a tongue licking tentatively along her slit.

Her eyes flash open and she attempts to sit up, only to realize that two small sets of calloused hands trap her arms above her head by her wrists, while another set of hands pins down her hips and thighs on either side, her legs spread obscenely and her skirt hiked up to her throat, exposing her lithe nineteen year old body.

Yet another set of hands fondles her breasts, pinching her nipples almost painfully as the mouth between her legs awkwardly continues lapping at her sopping cunt, tip dipping inside of her and making her entire body jump.

“Oh, look, she’s awake,” a grumpy male voice muttered. “Now what?”

“Well,” another mused cheerfully, “we don’t have to stop just because she woke up. There should be enough of us to hold her down while each of us has our fun.”

Snow felt a sense of alarm.

With the way they were speaking, surely they meant to take her without her consent?

A hot twist of arousal that flooded her pussy with moisture followed the thought.

It confused her—did she want them to hold her down and take advantage of her?

To use her and fill her because she fell asleep in the wrong place?

Then again, what did she expect, breaking into their house and crawling into their bed.

She might as well have just asked for it outright.

Still—she decided she decidedly didn’t want them fucking her, small though each midget’s little cock might be judging by the size of their hands.

Especially not bare, not without any protection, and not when she hadn’t yet lost her virginity.

The thought of losing it through force, of someone taking her as she screamed and tried pushing them off of her, made any of that traitorous desire dry up like crops with too little rain.

“Please,” she spoke up, fear thick in her throat. “Please don’t touch me there.”

She tried futilely shutting her legs but their little hands clamped down on her harder, forcing them apart further with their nails digging into her skin.

The man—the voices could only belong to men—shoved three of his fingers into her, eliciting a gasping cry from her.

A note of panic entered her steadily rising voice as she wiggled around, trying to pull off of the fingers impaling her.

“Don’t touch my pussy, please. I don’t want this. Don’t—”

Something soft but firm—a cock, she belatedly realized—pressed between her slightly parted lips as yet another man held a knife to her throat, sneezing into her face.

“None of that now,” he snapped. “Scream or bite and we’ll cut your pretty tongue out. Be too much trouble and we’ll have to cut your pretty throat.”

Tears leaked from her eyes as the fingers in her previously untouched cunt started to pump in and out, the same clumsy mouth returning to suck on the little bud above her entrance.

She whimpered, trembling with the threat of the knife.

She hated that his mouth felt good on her, hated how her pussy clenched around his fingers as if he weren’t molesting her.

Her hips bucked involuntarily as she continued crying, trying to stifle her sniffles lest the knife-wielding one make good on his promise.

“That’s right, little bitch. Cry and mewl by all means, beg us to stop even if we won’t, but your god help you if you start shouting.”

She sobbed softly, helpless as they continued their assault, her distressed sounds distorted by the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, fucking it the way they’d no doubt be fucking her virgin pussy, and possibly her ass.

She’d heard before she ran away that a maid had been held down and fucked like that, had been found unconscious with a ripped dress and blood and seed dripping from her abused holes.

Snow wondered if they’d do the same, if they’d steal both her virginities by violating every entrance she had.

It only made her weep harder, a torrent of tears falling thick and fast.

She tensed when the tongue and fingers left her, unsurprised to feel another cock probing at her puffy pink pussy lips.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I’m a virgin, please don’t.”

“A virgin, eh?” The one playing with her tits licked her cheek. “Hear that fellas? Dopey’s going to pop his first cherry.”

They cheered while Dopey lined himself up properly, parting her folds for a straight path. “Stop...don’t...”

Her pleading fell on deaf ears and the short, thick cock of Dopey pierced her, colliding with her maidenhead then smashing through it, ripping it asunder.

Someone covered her mouth as she wailed in pain, fresh tears falling as he bottomed out in her, sheathing himself fully.

He set an enthusiastic if clumsy pace, no consistent rhythm present as he nonetheless pounded into her with all the gusto of a stray dog mounting a bitch.

No matter how she thrashed, the others held her down so he could fuck her without her being able to fight back.

He came quickly, spilling into her despite her best effort to dislodge him.

As soon as he’d found relief he switched with one of his brothers, and it was then that Snow realized they all intended to force her as a group, taking turns while the others all watched, either idly stroking themselves or sucking each other off, moaning at the taste of her virgin cunt on each other’s cock.

There were seven present in total, each getting a turn to plow into her, fucking her at brutal speeds, driving the cum already inside of her deeper and leaving bruises on her hips and thighs.

She wasn’t on birth control and was therefore vulnerable to getting knocked up by one of them at any time, even from this single encounter.

Despite struggling for breath, she sagged in horrified relief as the last of them unloaded into her, the grouchy one in fact.

He’d terrorized her by fucking her with the handle of the knife first, hand clenched around her throat, then by holding the knife to a spot on her inner thigh that would make her bleed out in seconds, his pace punishing.

He’d slapped her face with his free hand as he’d pistoned into her, not caring how sore her cunt was as it dribbled cum, some from earlier sessions smeared on her inner thighs or into her meager pubic hair.

He’d gripped her throat again when he was close, making her partially lose consciousness as he finished.

In the aftermath she lay there panting, blood and seed mixing, wondering what fresh hell awaited her next.

She didn’t have to wait long.

One of them produced steel manacles that he then fastened around her wrists and ankles.

“Can’t have you running away now, can we? Not on your 19th birthday.”

Her soft sobs filled the room as the men trooped out single-file.