Snow White

Her side burned from the exertion of her run, but she couldn't stop. She could feel their breath on her back and hear the crashing of her footsteps. Her black hair was being pulled by branches and saplings whipped her tender arms and legs as she fled. She saw a huge tree coming up before her in the pale moonlight and tried to swerve to avoid it when a heavy arm caught her up and a powerful body drove into her from behind. The rough bark rasped across her nipples and breasts before her last bit of breath was pushed from her by the heavy form crushing her up against the tree. Strong hands grabbed her wrists an pulled them out away from her body, quickly tying knots about her wrists and pulling them tight. Clawed fingers scratched up and down her sides and she could feel the throbbing need of the one pinning her to the tree. She desperately tried to catch her breath so she could scream, but each time she gasped in one of them drove a punch into her side, causing her to retch it back out. When her arms were secure the hands turned to her legs, pulling them up and apart. They perversely raised her knees and tied them around the tree, forcing her to give it a lovers embrace. Thick fingers thrust into the folds of her womanhood and twisted about as bearded faces bit into her back. Wide hands pushed between her body and the tree and grabbed at her heavy breasts, their knuckles crushing the tender flesh of her nipples.
"Now for some sport!"
One of them declared as he pushed the swollen head of his penis up into her from behind. Heavy hands gripped her hips and he thrust hard and fast. She couldn't see, her ebon hair was wrapped about her face, giving some protection from the harsh bark. Her stomach, thighs and limbs had no such protection and soon were covered in shallow cuts. As they took their turns, one after another she could feel the sweat and dirt work its way into her skin. Their juices flowed down between the cheeks of her ass as they took her. She thought their might be seven of them, but wasn't sure. They argued and fought over her, even as they took turns enjoying themselves.
When each had satisfied themselves between her thighs they loosened the rope slightly, lowering her a mere inch before tying her tightly once more. Their hard cocks thrust into her anus, pumping in slowly, bearded faces pressed against her back. Her toes brushed the dirt with each lunge and she realized again just how short these men were. Their hungry hands stroked and caressed her. She whimpered and begged, but they forced her hair into her mouth with thick fingers to keep her from screaming.
"What are you dwarves doing?"
A clear voice, a ringing baritone echoed through the forest. She heard the sound of steel being drawn and the scrabbling of numerous feet. Grunting and cries of pain echoed as people fought outside her range of vision. She heard a horse scream and several thuds as heavy bodies struck the ground. Footsteps approached her and a man panted with exertion.
"I'm sorry, they've killed my horse, so I can't offer you a ride."
The man who untied her was handsome, perhaps the handsomest man she had ever seen. He had a dancers figure and thick brown hair. His blue eyes matched her own and his smile was a lantern in the night. He gently lowered her to the ground and knelt next to her.
"What is your name?"
His voice was soft and his eyes kind. She took a deep breath and kept a sob from escaping her lips as she tried to cover herself with her arms. She looked around and saw a large white shape on the ground, surrounded by seven squat figures.
"I'm...I'm...I'm Snow-Snow White.." She stammered softly.
"I wish I could give you a ride Snow White, but without my horse, we'll have to do this here."
The words didn't register past the kindness until his body pressed hers down into the ground, his silk tunic rubbing against her abraded breasts and one hose covered knee forcing her legs apart. He pulled her hands up over her head and held them pinned with one strong swordsman's hand. His words were gentle as he whispered into her ear.
"I'm going to claim you tonight, and every night for the rest of your life, you'll be my bride and your kingdom shall be mine."
Nothing stopped her from crying out as his other hand freed his manhood from beneath his tunic. She screamed into the night as he thrust himself into her and held her to him with the power of his arm. His lips and teeth traveled up and down her neck and his strong legs kept her wide open for his use. After a time a sort of vague dimness crept into her awareness, the last thing she remembered was his name.
"My name is Charming....and one day I will be king."