Month: April 2017

Bianca Neve Part 14

We left Bianca cooling her buns after tasting Spanky’s strap. What fates might befall her now? Read on – or go back here to start at Part 1.

She was alone in the woods, locked inside her own body and strapped down to this infernal contraption. She’d been buggered, tongued and whipped. Her glowing red buttocks were punctuated with the fat sausage sticking out of her cunny, looking no doubt like a particularly rosy cheeked Pinocchio caught in lies after lies.

And now she felt a growing itch, then the beginnings of a burning in her cunny. Her soft walls gripping the meaty length grew more tender, more irritated. She recalled that the sausage was spiced, and the spicy surface was mingling with her juices to inflame and sensitise her flesh. She felt the wet dripping down her thighs as her cunny wept.

She had always feared the gloaming, when the creatures and underlings emerged. Now, trapped and vulnerable, who knew what horrors might befall her with the coming of the night. What had gone before would be naught to what nightmares the Warlocks of the Taint might envision with such an alluring target. How could the dwarves be so stupid as to leave her out here, vulnerable and alone!

Her brain whirred and tumbled through the tales of evil and dread that were told round the fires at the Palace of the evils of the Night Woods. She had heard the whispered tales under cover of the darkness in the palace, when the maidens terrorised each other before slipping into soft, arm arms for comfort. Aside from the Warlocks, all the maidens whispered of the Spirit of the Fallen. The Spirits were drawn to the scent of a Virgin wherever she may be. Tales were told of young Virgins stolen from their beds – they would be whisked away to endure an eternity of pleasuring the long dead Knights of the Bloodied Cloth in the Kingdom of the Dead. And if not the Spirits or the Warlocks, then there was the worst of them all, the Throbber. He was said to have a penis the breadth and length of a man’s arm. It was said he would rip a maiden’s cunny wide open when taking his pleasure – even splitting her in two if she were particularly tiny down there. And no mortal man would lie with a maiden who had taken the Throbber, for his Cockling would never touch the sides.

What fate might befall poor Bianca, strapped, exposed and helpless in the night woods? The next episode will be here soon …

Bianca Neve part 13

Did Spanky subdue the vaginal bats? What in God’s name is he doing anyway? Go back here to follow us from the start.

“I don’t know. Only one way to find out. Any good miner knows, only way to check out underground is to put on yer lamp and get in there,” replied Knobby, very enigmatically. “But we need a canary, check it’s all safe.”

“You can’t shove a canary up her cunny you dozy pillock!” Spunky guffawed.

“I was being metaphorical you wassock! Mebbe you should be Dopey!” sneered Knobby. “What I mean is, we need to know the ground’s safe. Now what can we use?” Bianca heard the scratchy sound of beards being tugged in thought. “ I know – Dopey, you said she fed the beasts with a sausage. Go get one. We can poke her wi’ that. If the beasties are still alive they’ll latch on and we know it’s too dangerous – if not, in we go!”

Moments later, Bianca felt the rough end of the thick sausage push against her cunny, then slowly slip inside. She felt every ridge and bump as it slid deeply home and stopped there. She could imagine the sight she now provided – spread wide over Spanky’s contraption with her red bum glowing like a beacon, thighs thrust apart with a giant sausage sticking out of her conija.

After several minutes she heard murmurs.

“How long does it take,” whispered Tiny.

“Don’t know – it might be like baiting a deer trap,” whispered Spunky.

“Why are we whispering?” whispered Spanky.

“Oh just get up from there!” shouted Knobby. “Ye’ll see nothing til we pull out the sausage. If it’s still whole we’ve nowt to fear!”

“Ay, and we can still have sausage for supper!” piped Dopey.

“So what do we do? We can’t just leave her here in the middle of the room. We can’t get by.” That was Tiny.

Knobby took charge again. “Let’s just get her outside. We can leave her there while we finish the chores. We’ve still a lot to do – looks like she didn’t get any work done today and we’ve spent too long trying to wake her already. Look, it’s almost dark out. Come on, let’s carry her out on Spanky’s table.”

With that, she felt herself hoisted aloft. In moments she was outside, feeling the cool evening air on her bare flesh. She felt herself lowered and then a blanket was throw over her shoulders and back. She heard footsteps moving away and a door slammed.

Part 14 is here. Hurry over there before it disappears.

Bianca Neve Part 12

And so it goes on. I’m wondering why I ever started this . Still, if you want to catch up, you can start here.

At last she felt herself carried off the bed. She was draped over a soft but firm contraption. She felt herself tip forwards so her head was down, knees apart and butt high.

“Don’t forget the straps boys!” shouted Spanky. “We don’t want any accidents when she wakes.”

She felt straps being fastened around her waist and thighs to hold her steady. Once she was positioned, there was a hushed silence behind her. She could feel their eyes drinking in the sight she offered with her exposed bum and sex. She imagined Knobby was stroking his cock once more, and Slurpy eyeing her wet folds warily. What she didn’t imagine was the sudden, biting line of fire as Spanky’s leather strap whipped across and around her buttocks, leaving behind a line of fire and a sharp nip where the strap kissed her outer thigh. Internally she stiffened, screamed and struggled – but all the while she remained locked inside her own body. Again and again the pain bit into her soft, vulnerable buttocks as Spanky got into his rhythym, laying on the strap with a vigour in time to his own growing excitement.

She thought it would never end. Her bum cheeks were on fire as the strap whipped down again and again. And then she felt the surging begin again as her pleasure grew in time with his lashes. She climbed higher and higher as his strap bit harder and harder until she stiffened, froze and then released. Behind her she heard a gasp.

“Stop! Stop!” screamed Knobby. “By ‘eck lad! You’ve broken summat inside I think!” He looked around at the hushed crowd. “Did you lads see that? Like a geyser that was, right out of her cunny!”

“Oh no! Do you think she’s alright?” asked Spanky, his voice suddenly fearful.

Well we can’t leave it there! Part 13 is here.

Bianca Neve Part 11

The continuing adventures of Bianca Neve. It all started way back here.

“You’ve a way with that strap, I’ll give yer that,” said Knobby. “To be sure, young Droopy’s pointi’ North agin, and he can play a full part in ‘hide the sausage’, but the poor wee laddie cannot even sit for supper! I can’t ‘ave you marking our Bianca like that.”

Spanky smiled to himself at the thought of young Droopy secured over his trestle twice daily for his ‘medicine’. Little did he know that the reason for his dangly dobber was securely stashed inside Spanky’s pants pocket. He’d been dropping a little herbal concoction into his tea each morning. After a few days he’d eased off the dosage, so he could claim the benefits of his continued treatment. How else would he get one of the dwarves to drop pants to feel his strap? Nothing got his pecker up faster than the sight of a twitching pair of naked buttocks, ready to be marked with the kiss of leather. The thought of having Bianca’s fuller buttocks bared for his attention had his shaft almost ripping a hole in his breeches. It was one thing poking a dwarf with glowing red cheeks. The thought of having Bianca in the same state was almost too much for him to bear.

He tried to reply, squeeked, cleared his throat and tried to sound authoritative. “I know what I’m doing here lads. We just need to shake the bats from their cave. A good hard strapping is the best way to knock ‘em loose. If needs be, Knobby can follow up with a butt plowing to help her along. After that, she should be free o’ bats and ready for a proper going-at.”

There were murmurs of dissent at his words. Sensing that the high degree of scepticism might thwart his goal of whipping young Bianca’s soft cheeks, he pushed forwards. “Come on lads, what’s to lose? None of us can get to bed tonight ‘til we get her out of here anyways, and none of you have a better idea.” He nudged a couple of the quitter dwarves to help him, and pretty soon Bianca felt strong hands mauling and maneuvering her under Spanky’s direction. More than once a calloused hand squeezed her bubbies and dragged over her stiff young nipples, sending a lightning bolt straight to her pleasure nub and renewing her excitement and frustration.

Part 12 tomorrow

Bianca Neve Part 10

Slurpy’s done his job, now can Spunky bring her round? It all began here

“Come on then Spunky. Looks like Slurpy’s got the ground well prepared. Time for your tilling I think!” shouted another voice, accompanied by guffaws. “Ay, come on Spunky, get in there lad!”

Spunky felt his ardor wane at the thought of what had just happened to Slurpy – and that was just his tongue. What would happen if he shoved his todger in there and she trapped him like that? He could be eaten alive by her little bats! He felt sick at the thought.

“I, er, I think it’s too dangerous right now lads. The bats are likely flapping off the walls in there, thanks to Slurpy.”

Knobby sneered at Spunky. “Call yerself a dwarf! Scared of a little cave dweller are ye? Well, if you buggers won’t let plow a furrow up her arse again, we need to do something. We can’t leave her there all day. We need the bed.”

“I’ve an idea,” said a new voice. “Might be a chance for you to bugger her again here Knobby, you old fucker. It’s a wonder yer todger’s not stained brown the amount o’ time it’s in the shit!” Knobby muttered something she couldn’t catch.

“Anyhow, if none of us is Dwarf enough to go up ‘er shaft wi’out a canary, we might try shaking yon bats out o’ their roost.” Bianca’s mind struggled to place the voice. Sounded a bit like Spanky. She’d never yet figured out how he got that name, but it sounded like he had an idea that might get her out of this mess.

“What makes you think your such an expert on matters then??” sneered Knobby.

“Oh, you know. I’ve had my triumphs. Ask Droopy there. Came to me wi’ a floppy todger, not a boner in sight. I laid ‘im over my bench and strapped his arse, drove the blood straight into his todger. Did that for two weeks straight and now just the sight of a leather belt has ‘im standing strong as a prop in the mine.”

Droopy spoke. “Aye, mi’ pecker’s up agin, that’s for sure. And the added bonus is that I don’t need a friggin’ lantern down the mines any more, just drop my breeches and the glow from my cheeks lights up the whole friggin’ cavern!”

Part 11 is here

Bianca Neve Part 9

Will Slurpy escape Bianca’s grip? Read on!! It all started back here at Part 1

Slurpy’s muffled screams were almost drowned out by the laughter of the other fellas as they watched his little legs flailing. Spunky grabbed at his waist to pull him out. With all his strength he janked backwards, flying head over heels off the bed and leaving a bare-arsed Slurpy still firmly trapped between Bianca’s locked thighs. The sight of Slurpy’s vulnerable butthole winking as his legs whipped around in vain attempt to escape had Knobby stroking his shaft back to stiffness. Spunky delivered a swift kick to his nutsack and told him to back off unless he fancied a rodgering himself with the business-end of a pickaxe.

The dwarves were paralysed with laughter – all but Knobby who was still doubled-over clutching his crushed jewel bag. As their laughter subsided they could see that Slurpy was gradually suffocating, and so they once more tugged on his legs. As one took a leg each, the others stood two to a side and levered Bianca’s thighs apart just enough for Slurpy to be popped out like a cork from a bottle. All three were thrown backwards from the bed, splitting Slurpy like a chicken wishbone. He flew ten feet backwards and took a soft landing, arse first onto Woody’s face.

He clambered up and staggered over to the bed. “By Jesus fellas!” he gasped, “She damn near suffocated me, soon as I got me tongue on her. Clamped me ‘ead in so tight I couldn’t move. Nigh on drowned down there too, so much wet! Like wrestling an octopus underwater.”

Bianca cringed at the crudeness, but she knew she would have Slurpy back between her legs if she could ever get her body to move again.


More to come …

Bianca Neve Pt 8

What happened when Slurpy dived in? Read on to find out. If you have no idea who Slurpy is or what he’s diving into, start HERE

Bianca felt Slurpy’s warm breath on her sensitive skin as he poised above her. He was obviously trying to figure out what to do first. She felt the hairs of his long beard tickle along her still-tender bum as he moved his head back and forth. Finally she felt the first tentative flicks from his tongue as he tested the flavours of her juices. And then came the lightest touch, light as a feather on the breeze yet deeply intense at the same time. It was such an agonisingly exquisite sensation. It was too much to bear yet all she could ever want to feel ever again.

His tongue flickered and drawled along the groove where only her own fingers had played before. She felt his tongue slide forwards from her hole to the secret nub she toyed after her whipping sessions with Giuvanni, and then she felt that nub wrapped in the gossamer softness of that magical muscle. She felt her flesh being stretched, softly squeezed, moulded, caressed, enrobed as if it were a ripe cherry in the hands of the palace chocolatiers.

She felt her blood rush to the source of her pleasure, felt her heat rise as it had at her own hand, only with infinitely greater pleasure. She felt her pleasure climb, climb and then peak as a thousand stars erupted in her head. But still he lapped and swirled that mythically magical mouth muscle and she was climbing again, again and again. At last her body could take no more as her sensitivity climbed along with her pleasure.  The intensity of pleasure made her body rigid, snapped her thighs together like a vice.

Slurpy’s head was trapped, his mouth was still pressed hard to her mound and his tongue still lapped her super-sensitized button as he struggle to escape. Bianca climbed pleasure mountain again and again, her muscles tensed still tighter, her thighs clamped harder, and Slurpy’s head squished tighter against her slit in an endless pleasure-pain paroxysm.

Will Slurpy escape? WIll Spunky brave the vaginal bats? Part 9 is here.


Bianca Neve Pt 7

As we continue to follow Bianca’s plight. It all started way back here at Part 1

Bianca heard a shuffle, then felt several hands roll her onto her back. She felt her legs lifted up and apart, and a gentle breeze fluttering across her conija. “Now then Slurpy, get in there my son. Just imagine yer blowing on Woody’s flute,” he laughed. “Go on, do your thing on her – thing,” said Spunky.

“B..but where’s her todger? There’s nowt there to suck!” exclaimed Slurpy. “It’s like a rutted track! What am I supposed to lick?”

“Oh come on Slurpy!” came Knobby’s gravelly tones. “You can rasp the skin off mi’ shaft wi’ that tongue o’ yours! Rise and shine, ev’ry mornin’ that’s for sure!”

“Don’t I know it – I’m getting’ friggin’ lockjaw ev’ry day wrapping my jaws round that sausage o’ yours. I don’t know why you can’t just set an alarm like everyone else. And by the way – you could think to wash it after you’ve been up Dopey’s arse.”

“Just lick her like you’re licking yer plate clean, ‘stead of sucking a lollipop! Get in there and wet her furrow, give me a better target to go for,” said Spunky. “I’m going for the surprise attack I think, less chance o’ losing the old todger that way!.”

“Okay, I will,” said Slurpy. “Hold my legs boys, I’m going in.”

Tune in tomorrow for part 8!

Bianca Neve Pt 6

The continuing tales of Bianca Neve. Part 1 starts it all here

Spunky’s laughter brought her back to the present. “You really do know nowt, eh Dopey?” he sniggered. “I know a thing or two about the ladies and their bats.” His audience hushed as he rose to the occasion.

“Now then, you got a few choices with her lady-cave bats. Best bet is to get it out o’ there, leve the way clear for any shenanigans later. The way to do it this. One of you needs to put yer todger in her doings, then let the nippers latch on. Soon as you feel the nip, you whip out quick, pulling ’em with you like a fish on a line. You’ll not pull it off with yer fingers lest you lose the tip or they start flapping round the room, so I’ll be ready to smack ‘em wi’ a bat.” He guffawed,”A bat for a bat, that’s funny!” When he saw no one else laughing he harrumphed.  “So, who’s up for it? Woody – you’ve always got yer todger up and ready”

Bianca heard shuffles and mutters. “Not sure what’s worse, that monster latching down on my wood or you smacking my shaft wi’ a bat,” cried Woody. “Either way this Woody’s not going up there, that’s for sure.”

“I’m not sure I’d risk my old fella with them teeth,” cringed Knobby. “I vote we just keep plowing her back field til she wakes up. Has to sooner or later. We could just go at her, one after the other.” Bianca felt her bum twitch at the thought of seven cocks drilling her her, but still she could not actually move a muscle.

“I’ll poke your arse if you try!” said Spunky. “She’ll be like the mine shaft after we blasted if you try that – think o’ the mess that caused when you gave Dopey his ‘special medicine’ every day last week! No, front hole it is, but if no one’s dwarf enough to drag the blighter out, we need another way. Now, we can either go fast and furious, or slow and gentle.”

“Fast and furious never caught a rabbit,” piped Droopy.

“You’re right, Droopy!” replied Spunky. “Seein’ as none o’ you has the balls to fetch the nipper out o’ there we’ll just have to sneak up on ‘im. Slow and smooth, that’s the way. Don’t disturb the nippers and all’s good.”

There was a pause, and Bianca felt her leg lifted. She felt warm breath on her conija. “Looks a bit dry to me,” said Spunky. “If she’s not greased up we’ll never get in wi’out waking the nipper. Knobby, what did you use to slide up her bum?”

“Goose fat. Greasiest stuff I know. Slap that on yer todger and you’ll slide up a duck’s arse – and that’s waterproof!”

“Eww, no! Goose fat’s no good. The smell might wake the beastie – they like meat you know!” Spunky replied. “I know! Slurpy’s got the best tongue here. He’s licked ev’ry one o’ us fellas from arsehole to tip, and he coils it round like a snake on a frog! I bet he can wet her up so softly the beastie’ll never know.”

Bianca felt her stomach lurch. Oh my what had she gotten into!

Part 7 is here.

Bianca Neve part 5

The continuing tales of Bianca Neve. Part 1 begins the saga here.

She’d caught Giuvanni in the hay loft when she came back from riding. He’d been spying on her, getting a good view of her tightly stretched riding breeches as she bent and fussed around her horse. She’d heard a noise, and thinking it was a rat, she had snatched up a broom and whacked the straw pile. He had cried out and when she dragged him out he’d had his breeches at his knees and his young Cockling was sticking out straight. She had heard the maidens tittering about boys Cocklings but she’d never seen one, so she had reached out to touch it. As soon as she did so, his burst open and his white seed shot out onto the hay.

He’d laughed when she cried out that she had broken his Cockling, so she had ordered him over a hay bale and then whipped his bare bottom with her crop. As she whipped him she had felt a delicious warmth between her own legs, and the pleasure grew and grew as Giuvanni cried and squirmed under her whip. After that, she had ordered Giuvanni to stiffen up his Cockling every day when she came back from her ride. She would then burst it for him (which he seemed to really enjoy) and then she would order him over the bales so that she could whip his bottom until it was covered in red stripes. One time  Giuvanni asked if he could see her conija. He told her he wanted to mount her like the horses did! She had whipped him doubly so for his impudence and he didn’t ask again!

The thick sausage brought back the fond memories of Guivanni’s thick Cockling stiff in her hand, twitching as she had teased and stroked it to bursting. She absently stroked the sausage as she drifted back to the hayloft, and the sights and sounds of his beautiful buttocks as she whipped him with her crop. She felt her own warmth spreading and she wondered what it might have been like to let him mount her. She sighed. No chance of that now!

She fondled the Salsiccia as she had Giuvanni, long strokes back and forth, back and forth. She so desperately missed her daily rides and the games that followed in the hayloft. What could it hurt now to use those memories for her own pleasure? In a rush she had dashed back to her bed with the meaty sausage firmly in hand. She simply had to know what a Cockling might feel like to her conija. She had settled herself on her bed and had closed her eyes to better imagine Giuvanni’s muscled physique. She had half the sausage inside her when a crash startled her back to reality. At the foot of her bed, a body was rising groggily from the floor. It was Dopey. Apparently he had come back from the mines early after he had walked into a low beam.

He had come into the bedroom to rest his head when he had seen Bianca sliding the sausage into her conija. At the sight he had passed out, hence the crash! As he rose again he shook his head in disbelief and stared, mouth gaping. He obviously had never seen a conija before! Red faced and embarrassed, Bianca quickly recalled the story the maidens laughed about late at night, about how they would keep the younger boys away from them with tales of teethed little bats inside their lady-cave. She said it was a magical beast she had to feed. And if Dopey breathed a word, one night the bats might leave her cave and creep over to his bed to chomp away at Dopey’s own little sausage. She had stifled a giggle at as the colour drained from his face and his hands covered his groin!

Part 6 is here