The Legend of Ghost White

[Reprinted from my other blog in honor of this: http://takimag.com/article/the_old_feudal_spirit_michael_davis/ ]

Once upon a time there was a beautiful queen. She was the fairest in all the land! She knew this because her trusty mirror told her so. He was a good mirror.

Everything was peachy. The mirror was obedient, the king was obedient, and all the king’s servants were obedient to this queen. Must have been because she was so beautiful!

The King had even sent away his own daughter to another castle so that the queen would never have to compete with her. There, in the other castle, his daughter was kept cloistered and innocent in the hopes that she wouldn’t turn out like her own mother. Foremost in her upbringing was to keep her indoors so that nothing in the natural world would impose itself on her chaste innocence.

His daughter was therefore as pale as a ghost, and so they called her, “Ghost White”.

Her mother, on the other hand, executed shortly after she was born, was a wise and sexual creature. There was some question as to whether Ghost White was even the good king’s daughter!

To put rumors to rest, the king took a new queen, who, astonishingly, failed to bear him heirs! This was a bit of a problem in terms of succession concerns.

The new queen did, however, have a brother, who was quite a handsome fellow. He came to visit his sister one day.

“Say, that step-daughter of yours is growing up. When are you going to have a son or something?”

“That will be the day. The king has a prostate the size of a grapefruit.”

“Wouldn’t it be great if I could be his heir?”

“Patience, brother. Patience.”

Well, Ghost White did indeed grow up, and what a pretty white thing she was. In fact, she was so pretty that one day, unwisely, the queen’s mirror spilled the beans.

As you might guess, seven years of bad luck were soon on their way.

Meanwhile, the queen ordered her knave to go have the young Ghost White…uh…er… “taken care of”.

The knave went to fetch Ghost White but with one look at her, he knew what he had to do. She was the spitting image of her mother, that slut. Oh what a wonderful slut she was. The knave was not about to either a) slay his own daughter nor b) tell her who he was, and so he c) brought her to his woodsman buddy and told her to take her “far far away”. The woodsman agreed.

With the king’s sole heir out of the way, the queen made her move. She got herself all dressed up and went to visit the king in his quarters.

“Oh Dahling! Don’t you think it would be a good idea for you to adopt my brother as your heir?” she cooed.

“I’ll give it some thought,” he replied.

Meanwhile, the woodsman thought it would be a darned good idea to get poor little Ghost White a bit of an education. So, he taught her a few things. He taught her about the woods, the animals in it, how to hunt, skin and prepare game, and, of course, fellatio, doggie style, lady-on-top, and good old missionary.

The woods were pretty thick and dark though so Ghost White was still pretty pasty looking, but lovely nonetheless. She seemed to thrive in her new life but changes were afoot.

“Listen, Ghost,” began the woodsman. “I think we had better find you a more permanent situation.”

“But I’m happy here!” cried Ghost White.

“I’m sorry, Ghost, but I’m really sort of a loner. Besides, you’re getting hornier every day. I’ve got a great idea. You’ll be happier. I promise,” he said.

“But I love you!” cried Ghost White.

“I’m sorry, Ghost, but, that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.”

The next day, the woodsman brought her to her new home. It was the home of seven little working men.

They were Horny, Creepy, Sleazy, Backdoor, Wicked, Licker, and Tripod.

The woodsman was right! Ghost White was very very happy. In addition to all of her other new skills, she learned cooking, cleaning, washing, laundering, triple-penetration, BDSM, and safewords!

Meanwhile, back at the castle, the queen had a new proposal for the king:

“How about this? How about we have your heir marry my brother, and then you adopt him as your heir to the throne? Would that work for you?”

Rumor had it that Ghost White was still alive and so the queen thought she might as well make lemonade out of this news.

“Hmmm,” said the king. “Yeah. That could work. But only if Ghost wants him. I want her to be happy.”

There was just one problem. Ghost White was nowhere to be found.

The knave didn’t know. The woodsman had already left the county. But there was someone who knew.

The owner of the local mining company was wondering why productivity was so low. The men were smiling and laughing all the time instead of putting their nose to the grindstone. This wouldn’t do. Finally, one of the stupider employees spilled the beans:

“It’s that Ghost White, gal,” he explained. “She’s fucking their brains out.”

“Who?” asked the owner. “Wait,” he said. “I know who she is.”

The next day, he arrived at the palace.

“I want to see the queen,” he said. “It’s personal.”

“Someone is here to see you,” said the lady-in-waiting to the queen. “He says it’s personal.”

“I’ll be right down,” said the queen.

Upon seeing the mining company owner, the queen blanched. Quickly, she recomposed herself, and dismissed all the attending members of the court.

“Dad,” she began, addressing the mining company owner. “You weren’t ever supposed to come here.”

“This is important,” he said. “I know where Ghost White is.”

“Why didn’t you say so? Where is she?”

“She’s living with some of my employees. Seven little guys. Here. I’ll draw you a map. You’d better take care of this thing yourself, if you know what I mean.”

“Right oh,” said the queen.

So, the queen made up a lovely poisoned apple, dressed herself up like an old witch, and set off through the woods with her brother on horseback. While her brother waited in the wings, the queen dismounted, holding the apple out in front of her as she approached the house of the seven little guys.

It didn’t take much persuading to get Ghost White to take a big bite of the apple, orally fixated as she was. Plop. Out she went like a lamp. The queen, meanwhile, scurried away.

When the seven little guys arrived home from work, they saw poor Ghost White sprawled on the ground. Her pulse was so low, they couldn’t even feel it. They thought she was dead! They laid her on a slab, in state, and covered her with flowers. She was such a good little slut and quite the cook too! It was a very sad day.

Just then, the queen’s brother, dressed to the nines, emerged from his hiding place on horseback. What a dashing figure!

Without a word, he dismounted, unzipped, and mounted poor comatose Ghost White. Meanwhile, the queen was videotaping the whole thing from the woods.

Somewhere along the way, Ghost White awoke, wondering what that feeling was between her legs. Oh. It was a tiny little penis!

Before, she had fully recovered her senses, the queen’s brother had her on the back of his horse, and was spiriting her away.

Naturally, the king was promptly informed of the event, and shown the video.

“Well, she doesn’t look particularly excited, but, not unwilling either. I guess that’s what happens when you keep a girl cooped up and innocent all her life. Very good. I’ll officiate at the wedding and adopt your brother as my heir, and so when I keel over, he’ll be the king. Good job!”

And so they all lived happily ever after!

Yeah.

Right.

Copyright 2014 Caprizchka

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