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"What's the theme tonight?"

The question came from a burly man with a black ponytail, his bulging biceps straining as he leaned against the bar. The bartender, a rotund man with a red cap and striped shirt looked up, his eyes squinting through the haze of cigar smoke encircling the room as he sat aside the glass he had been polishing.

"You're in luck! It's the very first 'Once Upon a Time' night, meanin’ all of the captured princesses get to perform somethin’ this evenin’ that’s never been seen before. It's Maleficent's way of braggin’ an’ showin’ off that she owns ‘em all now, but it'll be so hot that it's still worth it."

The man's eyes lit up, a smirk splitting his face at the thought that he could see a certain auburn-haired princess in chains, or maybe even being whipped. It would be so cathartic to see her suffer, to see her being debased and used, that the mere thought practically had him on edge.

"Now that's what I'm talking about! Give me the best seat you have left."

The bartender nodded and took the offered coins, handing the man a ticket in exchange.

"Third booth on the right, sir. Enjoy the show!"

As the man lumbered off the bartender couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the poor princesses who were now enslaved to the powerful fairy, their turned-topsy-turvy lives leaving them no choice but to either let their minds break or to embrace their new roles. Their kingdoms had fallen, everything the light touched now part of the domain of Maleficent. She was known far and wide as the Mistress of All Evil, and she was using the club as a way to showcase the power she held over what was once the realm's bravest women.

The venue, named ‘Ensnared’, was nestled in the shadows of a grimy alleyway, its crooked, neon sign forever flickering erratically. The outside was easy to dismiss, but once you stepped through the heavy doors the atmosphere changed completely. The walls were lined with thorny vines that seemed to pulse with a dark energy, and the air was thick with the scent of arousal. Heavy bass music created a hypnotic blend of modern beats and haunting melodies, a juxtaposition that sent shivers down the spine, and it was like stepping into a whole new world.

That evening the princesses would be all dolled up in outfits reminiscent of their former lives, but with a scandalous twist, and Maleficent couldn't wait for the show to start. The fairy in question sat in her private owner’s box above the stage, her throne-like chair providing a birdseye-view of the performers. The club was her masterpiece, a place where she could indulge in the perversion of innocence and revel in the darker side of the heroes she had always despised, and it had been the first thing she had done upon defeating Prince Phillip and conquering all of the nearby kingdoms.

As the opening number approached she raised a finger, and one of her henchmen scurried over to her.

“Yes, Mistress?"

She gestured towards the backstage area, a long, slender finger indicating the way.

"Bring me Aurora.”

Her words were soft, but they were an undeniable order coated in a seductive purr. The henchman nodded eagerly and slithered away; moments later the door swung open, and in walked Sleeping Beauty herself. Aurora was currently dressed in a half-pink, half-blue lingerie set that barely contained her luscious tits, the scanty cloth flaming Maleficent's twisted desire for the blonde princess. The villainess crooked a finger towards the girl, a smirk on her thin lips as she motioned Aurora forward, and she was practically drooling over the girl's body.

"Come, my beauty, entertain me while we wait for the show to start."

Maleficent's eyes gleamed with malicious delight as Aurora approached her, the princess moving with the grace of a doe. The girl's heart raced as she began to do what was expected of her, stepping closer to the fairy as she swayed her hips in time with the throb of the bass. Her eyes remained cast down, avoiding the piercing gaze of her captor, and her fingers began to trace the lacy outline of her lingerie in an erotic self-caress.

Maleficent leaned back, her sharp eyes watching Aurora's every move with rapt attention. The girl's body was a canvas of soft, pale skin, her breasts straining against the fabric as she danced, and there were few sexier sights. Maleficent's smile grew as Aurora straddled the fairy's legs, her hips still moving in time with the beat. The air was thick with anticipation as Aurora's hands glided over her own body, teasing and tantalizing, her fingers caressing her barely-covered nipples until they were hard little nubs. Like a moth to a flame the woman's gaze followed the princess’ hands, the fairy entranced by the sexual display.

As the music grew more intense so did Aurora's dance; she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Maleficent's cheek. The villainess’ hands reached up to cup the girl's face, pulling her in for a deep, possessive kiss. The dance grew wilder, more erotic, as the human's hands found their way to the fastenings of her bra. Her movements slowed marginally, becoming more deliberate as she revealed her flesh inch by inch, but never did they stop. The fairy's cock grew even harder, her thumb trailing down the sweeping curve of Aurora's hip in a possessive arc. The tension in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to the lightness of the silk that adorned Aurora's lingerie, and soon her bared tits were bouncing delightfully in Maleficent's face.

The fairy's hands slid down the princess’ curvaceous body, the touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The music reached its crescendo just as Aurora pulled away, the girl dropping her bra to the floor. She hovered over her captor, her half-nakedness a declaration of the fairy's victory. Maleficent reached out and grabbed Aurora by the chin, forcing her to lock eyes as she hissed in triumph.

"You're mine. You always have been, and always will be."

Then the villainess dipped her head down, capturing the princess' pink nipple between her fangs. She bit gently, the pressure causing a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot through the human's body. Aurora's back arched, involuntarily offering herself to her captor's mouth, and she let out a sweet whimper as Maleficent began to suck. Her hand moved to her own robe, excitedly yanking the fabric up to reveal the monstrous cock waiting beneath it. Aurora continued swaying, every move a sensual tease meant to excite the woman that had stolen her life. She could feel the weight of the villainess’ gaze on her, hunger burning in those cold, unblinking eyes as the fairy watched her perform, and it turned her on to know she could arouse such a powerful being.

Maleficent's cock grew harder with every twirl and grind the girl offered. Her teeth grazed Aurora's areola, causing the human to gasp before the pain was soothed with a soft suckle. This was no ordinary lap dance - it was an erotic show of submission and power, a reminder of who truly ruled here. The princess quickly stood, and with a sharp tug she slid the last barrier between her and complete nudity down her long legs, the silken panties falling away to reveal her shaved mound and the pink pearl of her clit that was glistening with arousal.

She straddled Maleficent's lap once more, sliding her wetness against the fairy's shaft. The villainess’ grip tightened on Aurora's hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she began to grind in earnest. Their eyes never left each other's, a silent battle of wills playing out amidst the chaos of the club. Aurora knew she was being used, but she had long ago accepted her fate and took pride in finding moments of power within her subservience. A moment later she leaned in, her voice a breathy whisper against Maleficent's ear.

"Do you need more, Mistress?"

The only response was a feral growl, Maleficent's hips bucking up to seek friction. The princess giggled, the sound an almost too-innocent precourser compared to the rough fucking she knew she was about to endure. She reached down, her hand wrapping around the thick shaft, and with a sultry smile she began to stroke it. Her touch was slow and deliberate, her body still gyrating to the thudding beat, and a moment later she bucked her hips so that the head of the fairy's cock caught between her labia.

Maleficent's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment – that was the signal Aurora was watching for. With a swift motion she slammed her body down onto the cock, the sudden invasion making her eyes water, but her shimmying hips never faltered as she made herself sink further down the dick. This was her dance, her only time to control the beast that held her captive, and Aurora had swiftly realized that if she was kept happy then Maleficent wasn't actually that bad. Despite her dark title the fairy treated her girls fairly, as long as they complied, and she was a much better ruler than Jafar or Grimhilde would have been if they had won instead.

A guttural groan escaped the fairy, her cock pulsing as it was squeezed by the princess’ hot, velvet cunt walls. Maleficent hissed, her eyes snapping open to watch the human's face as she thrust harshly upwards.

"That's it! Take it all, slut."

Aurora's eyes rolled back in her head as she took the fairy's cock deeper, her pussy having to stretch almost painfully to accommodate the fairy's girth. The words should have made her feel dirty, but instead they sent a thrill through her. This was the power play she enjoyed – the name calling only served to make her feel more desired, her snatch growing wetter as Maleficent's taunts continued.

"You are so good at being an eager little whore that I may just have to start fucking you regularly. Would you like that, darling? To have my cock in your hot cunt each day?”

The girl's reply was a needy moan, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the reverberation of the music. When she finally tried to speak all she could manage was a breathless whisper, the princess’ voice thick with lust.

"Yes, Mistress! I would love it. Please, use me however you want!”

Maleficent's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with victory. She knew the power of words, and whether she enjoyed saying them or not Aurora had just given away what few scraps of power she had left by speaking about herself in such a manner. With every degrading remark the princess felt a strange kind of liberation, a thrill that was as intoxicating as the fairy's dark magic, ahd she wanted more.

"Fuck me, Mistress! Make me yours."

Aurora couldn't help but beg, her voice a needy whine that had Maleficent's shaft swelling even further. Green fingers tightened their grip, her hips slamming up to meet Aurora's, and with each slap of their skin connecting both women spiraled closer to climaxing. The princess was a vision of depravity, her eyes glazed over with desire as her body writhed in ecstasy, and she took every inch of the fairy's monstrous cock like a champion. Aurora's large tits bounced mesmerizingly with every thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive, the swell of her breasts was accentuated by her rapid breathing.

The villainess leaned in, her teeth grazing the human's ear, and she whispered three words.

"Make me cum."

It was a command, not a request, and it sent a jolt of longing through Aurora's veins. This was their dance, a ritual of dominance and submission that was playing out in the heart of Ensnared, and she wanted to please her mistress – survival came first, and if she wanted even the semblance of a happy life she would gladly do whatever the new ruler commanded. Maleficent's eyes snapped open as her climax rushed towards her, slitted pupils dilating with a hunger that was no longer just physical. She slammed Aurora down onto her cock one last time, the force of it making the chair creak ominously as she pinned the princess in place. Then she was cumming, her jizz filling the girl's pussy, her cum leaking erotically from the overstuffed snatch.

Maleficent pulled out, her cock glistening with their mixed juices. She watched with a cruel smile as Aurora's body trembled with the aftershocks of the fairy's climax, though the girl herself hadn't orgasmed yet. The villainess stroked the human's sweat-slicked hair, praising the girl for her efforts.

“You always put on such a good show for me, but what I desire is for you to give me what the others have given."

Instantly Aurora understood what she meant: almost all of the other princesses were pregnant with the fairy's offspring, and their mistress had the lofty goal of inseminating her conquered harem to help solidify her new reign. Maleficent leaned back, her cock still hard and demanding, but there wasn't enough time for a second round. A quick, fierce kiss was pressed possessively to the princess’ lips, the villainess’ voice low and filled with primal desire.

"As you perform tonight you will have my seed dripping from you, a constant reminder of who owns you, and with any luck you will soon grow heavy with my offspring.”

The thought of carrying the child of her enemy should have repulsed Aurora, should have made her angry beyond belief, but instead it sent a searing jolt of unbridled desire through her even as she was dismissed with a wave of Maleficent's hand. Anything was better than the tower she had been locked in, and her new life truly wasn't that bad. Off the stage the princesses were safe, well-fed and receiving world-class educations, plus they were able to pursue any goals they had. Since taking over their kingdoms Maleficent had done a multitude of things to help her girls – just a few feats the fairy had performed were funding Tiana to open a restaurant, buying Rapunzel an art studio where she was now a teacher and opening a grand, public library for Belle to run.

“Now go: the show is about to start, and the audience awaits."

Aurora slid off the fairy's lap and gathered her discarded lingerie, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead: this was her role now, her destiny, and she would entertain and seduce as her mistress pleased. Backstage the other princesses - Jasmine, Ariel and Moana among others - shared knowing glances as Aurora approached, the importance of the cum sloshing inside her throughly-fucked pussy mirrored in the swell of their bellies. The fairy had bred each of them, the princesses at various stages of pregnancy thanks to Maleficent, and knowing that she may soon join them sent a tingle straight to Aurora's throughly-fucked cunt.

The music grew louder, a flag drawing the audience's attention towards the stage – the lights dimmed, the crowd ready for a night of debauchery and illusion. The curtains parted, revealing the first act: a minor key version of "Under the Sea" began to play, the dark-sounding song filling the room, as Princess Ariel sauntered on stage. The former mermaid had been transformed into a human, her tail now echoed in the mesmerizing lingerie she wore. The fabric was made of emerald scales and shimmering, purple netting that left little to the imagination, her cunt and tits barely covered. The crowd roared with approval as she began to gyrate, her movements sinuous and alluring.

Each twirl and shake of her hips promised a night of sensual delights, and the patrons leaned forward as they eagerly let themselves be swept away by the aquatic dance. The princess’ belly was no longer flat and tight; it was swollen with the life growing inside her, a stark reminder of the club owner's immense prowess. Ariel's performance grew bolder as she showcased her new curves, her hand sliding down to trace the outline of her rounded stomach. The sight of her ripe with child was an erotic spectacle, the feisty teen captivating the lust of every pair of eyes on her.

Maleficent's heated gaze never left Ariel's form as the girl danced, a smug smile playing on the fairy's lips. The villainess knew the power of what she had created here: the club was a world where the purest of souls were bent to her will, their wombs carrying the next generation of her twisted legacy, and patrons came from dozens of miles away to see her beautiful, royal harem. She had taken the essence of innocence and transformed it into something decadent, a perversion that thrilled and aroused in equal measure, and the sight was delicious.

The music grew more frenzied, and Ariel's dance intensified with it. Her hands slid down further, her fingers teasing wet folds that glistened with arousal. The crowd watched, rapt, as she played with herself, her moans rising above the music. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she pulled aside the fabric of her thong, revealing her dripping, knocked-up pussy. The room went wild, the sight of Ariel's pink cunt driving them to a frenzy of cheering. She reveled in their excitement, her fingers working in a blur as she unashamedly chased a climax. The lights flashed and the music pounded, Ariel's moans growing louder until she reached the peak of her performance. Her body shuddered, her needy little hole clenching around her fingers as she came, and the crowd erupted into whoops and applause at the exciting view.

After the curtains closed on Ariel's act they soon reopened to reveal a desert-themed stage, complete with palm trees and a fake sunset. The lights dimmed even further, the air thickening with the scent of exotic spices and the sound of a snake charmer's flute. This music was much slower, more sensual, as a sheer curtain rose to reveal Jasmine, the teen's swollen belly the star of the act. The former princess of Agrabah had never looked more beautiful, her dark eyes smoldering with a fiery passion that practically seemed to burn through the dimness, and her exotic beauty was legendary.

Her costume was a scandalously skimpy two-piece made of gold and red silk, the set leaving her stomach bare though her golden crown still adorned her brow. The fabric clung to her curves, revealing the stretch marks that adorned her once-flawless skin, but rather than being marks of imperfection they were a testament to the power that now grew within her – a living tribute to Maleficent's dominion. Jasmine began to move, her hips swaying to the hypnotic rhythm of the foreign music. Her belly dancing was mesmerizing, delicate hands gliding over her swollen stomach in a display of both submission and pride, each move calculated perfectly to arouse her spectators.

The audience watched, transfixed, as she gyrated, her body a testament to the fairy's ability to bend even the strongest of wills to her desires. Each speciality movement, including a split despite her pregnancy, elicited gasps and cheers from the onlookers as she beguild them with fleeting glimpses of exotic pussy. The music grew more intense, the beat a pounding crescendo that matched the pulsing need in Jasmine's clit. She danced with a frenzied grace, her hands sliding down to her hips, then back up to her breasts, lithe fingers teasing her own hardened nipples as she aroused herself.

Her belly undulated with the movement, the babe within her stirring in response to the erotic performance, and it wouldn't be long before she birthed Maleficent a child. The patrons leaned in closer, their eyes glued to the show: many had seen pregnant dancers before at other clubs, sure, but there was something about Jasmine that was different. Perhaps it was the fiery determination in her eyes, or the way she claimed her pregnancy as a symbol of power rather than weakness, but whatever it was the room was alive with it, the energy palpable as Jasmine danced closer to the edge of the stage.

The music grew even faster, the end of her act nearing, and the drums were a frantic heartbeat that matched the ache of her needy cunt. Jasmine's hips moved in a blur, her stomach rippling with every beat. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their excitement a tangible force that fed into her own excitement. Her hand slid down, fingers dipping into her slick folds, and her eyes never left one of the men in the front row. He was practically drooling, his eyes locked on her straining tits, and Jasmine knew how to elicit a fun reaction from someone.

With a sultry smile she beckoned him forward, her movements slowing and becoming more deliberate, more provocative, as she crooked a finger towards him. He slithered through the crowd like a serpent, his eyes never leaving her body as he approached the stage. The man slid a rolled-up five-hundred dollar bill into her hand, his gaze dropping to her pussy. She took it with a flourish, her lashes fluttering coyly as she smiled down at him.

"Is this all for me, sir?"

Her voice was a velvet purr, her tone just as enticing as her body. He nodded dumbly, his eyes hooded with lust, and what she did next had his jaw dropping open in excitement. With a slow, deliberate movement she tucked the money into the front of her panties, the fabric barely containing her dripping cunt. Then, tossing him a sexy wink, she reached in and slid the bill into her wetness, the crowd's gasps echoing through the club. The scrape of the paper slipping along her sensitive skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

The man's eyes grew wide, his hand moving to his crotch to adjust his growing erection. He was hers now, just as she was Maleficent's, and Jasmine danced for him, each twist and shimmy winding and sensual. Every twirl and shake of her hips made the bill move within her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Jasmine knew this dance was about more than just money: she was still a sultana, a queen, and they were here to worship her.

The music reached a fever pitch, the beat pounding in her ears. She felt the man's eyes on her, his desire a living thing that wrapped around her like a second skin. And then, with a final, explosive move she clenched her thighs together, the bill popping out from the side of her panties and landing on the stage. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the sound of their approval a symphony to her ears. Jasmine threw her head back, her body shuddering with the force of her near-orgasm. She bent down gingerly, her belly making it nearly impossible, and gave the audience one last peek at her perky ass as she picked up her tip.

The lights dimmed, the music fading away as the curtains closed on Jasmine's act. Backstage the other princesses congratulated her, their eyes shining with a mix of envy and admiration. Up above Maleficent had watched the performance, her eyes alight with lust as she ogled the princess; her cock was hard again, the sight of Jasmine's bare belly and the knowledge of what she had done to the girl making her crave another round of sex. She leaned back in her chair, stroking her twitching, demanding shaft through her robe.

"Bring me Snow White!"

Her order was swiftly obeyed, and moments later a small, trembling figure appeared in the doorway. Snow White's eyes were wide with nervousness, the young princess dressed in a tantalizing outfit that barely contained her breasts as they spilled out of her apple-shaped corset top. It was a scarlet corset trimmed with blue and gold, and an apple brooch pinned to the center completed the ensemble. A yellow thong covered her tiny slit, the girl's pussy so small that it didn't require much fabric. Maleficent’s hungry gaze raked over the princess, a predatory smile playing on her lips.

"Welcome, darling. Come in, let me see you.”

The fairy's voice was a velvet whisper that sent a shiver down Snow White's spine, the teen obeying as she came to stand beside the chair. She was the youngest and most submissive of the princesses, and the only virgin left among them – a fact that the villainess was keen to change. Maleficent's hand reached out, a finger slowly tracing the curve of Snow White's flat belly. Her eyes glinting with a dark hunger, her gaze downright predatory as she stared at her slave girl, and she adored the way fear caused goosebumps to pebble the princess’ fair skin.

"You are so ripe for the picking, and so ready to give me what I want…aren't you?"

Snow White's cheeks flushed at the fairy's touch, her body responding automatically with a nod. Her virgin pussy was a tight, unblemished bud, a stark contrast to the sprawling, monstrous cock that jutted out from her captor. She had watched the other princesses give in to the fairy's demands, had seen the way their bodies had changed, a mix of envy and terror filling her each time she had been passed over for another: but now it was finally her turn. The fairy leaned in closer, her breath hot against Snow White's neck as she placed a gentle kiss to the girl's trembling flesh.

"Tonight you will finally take my cock."

Snow White's pulse quickened, her body humming with a mix of fear and arousal. Her submissive nature was like a drug to Maleficent, a sweet elixir that made the fairy's blood boil with desire, and the thought of claiming the purest of them all was almost too much to bear. Her cock throbbed in anticipation, eager fingers trailing down to trace the girl's cleavage. The young princess looked up, her brown eyes wide with a mix of dread and longing, and she gave Maleficent the answer that was expected.

"Yes, Mistress."

Her soft, obedient whisper sent a thrill through the villain's core, the fairy's eyes narrowing as her smile grew even more predatory.

“Good girl."

Her voice was a purr as a long finger tilted the human's chin up, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through Snow White's body. The thrill was too much to ignore, the teen’s heart racing as her pussy grew wetter with every second that passed. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the fear and excitement melding into a heady cocktail that left her dizzy. Maleficent stood, her robe parting to reveal her monstrous cock, its shaft already hard and throbbing with need.

"Kneel."

The princess dropped to her knees without hesitation, her eyes never leaving the fairy's dick. It was huge, a testament to the power that she held over them all, and it was as fearsome as its owner. The thought of it filling her, claiming her, was terrifying, yet...almost exciting. She had seen the other princesses' faces when they were taken, the mix of pain and pleasure that contorted their features into masks of ecstasy, and she wanted to experience it too.

Maleficent's cock grew even larger before her eyes, the veins standing out in stark contrast against the green flesh. The head was swollen and leaking pre-cum, a sweet, musky scent that filling the air. Snow White leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the fairy's essence; the salty tang was surprisingly delicious, and she found herself eager for more. The villainess chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down the girl's spine as her hand tangled in raven locks.

“So eager!”

Snow White forced herself to press her mouth forward, taking a quarter of the length into her mouth, but her eyes were already watering from the sheer size of it. She had never felt so uncertain, so used, as she began to suck. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin, and to Maleficent's shock the pleasure from Snow White's suction pressure already surpassed what Aurora was capable of. The fairy's hips jerked, a low moan escaping her lips, and she was immediately pleased with the little princess.

Maleficent's grip tightened, her hips bucking as she pushed deeper into Snow White's mouth. The girl gagged, her eyes tearing up, but she didn't stop. The villainess’ moans grew louder, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she fucked the human's face. Snow White's hands moved to grip the base of the cock, her small fingers barely wrapping around the girth as she worked her mouth in time with her mistress’ thrusts. She could feel the power of the creature she served, the magic that pulsed through Maleficent with every beat of her heart, and she was eager to make her captor feel good.

The fairy's movements soon grew more erratic, her breath coming in sharp pants as she neared climax. Her voice came out in a tight hiss, the words barely forming cohesively.

"Swallow it all.”

Snow White nodded, her lips stretched obscenely. She knew what was expected of her, had watched the others perform this act enough to have learned, and she had often wondered if she could do it. Did she have it in her to be the perfect little cocksucker that Maleficent yearned for? As the fairy's cum spurted into her mouth, filling her with a warm, thick liquid, she realized that she wanted to be perfect. She swallowed, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the flood of seed that filled her. It was a victory, a declaration of her submission, and she felt a strange sense of pride as she looked up to meet the fairy's eyes.

With surprising strength Maleficent picked Snow White up and bent the girl over the arm of her chair, the human's stomach pressed into the plush, velvet armrest as the fairy stepped behind her. A moment later her panties were ripped off, the tearing of the fabric a foreshadowing of the way her hymen would soon rip. The music from the club seemed to fade away, the only sounds the harsh panting of the two figures in the dimly lit room. Snow White's heart was racing, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as the fairy's slick, saliva-coated cock pressed against her tight, untouched pussy.

Maleficent didn't bother with gentle preparation. She slammed into the princess with one hard thrust, tearing through the barrier of the girl's innocence. Snow White screamed, the pain white-hot and all-consuming, yet amidst the agony there was something else – a spark of pleasure that grew with every inch that the fairy sheathed inside her. The villainess’ cock was like nothing the girl had ever felt before, the shaft a living, pulsing beast that stretched her to her extra-petite body’s limits. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself being split open, her hole struggling to adapt to the monstrous intrusion.

Maleficent didn't stop, didn't hesitate, as she broke the teen in. She fucked Snow White with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating, her pelvis slamming against the girl's ass with a force that shook the chair. The pain was immense, but so was the human's need; her cunt was alight with a desperate craving for release that seemed so far out of reach. Snow White's incoherent cries grew louder, the girl unaware of the gibberish string of noises coming from her lips as her body bounced forcefully in time with the fairy's thrusts. She could feel her vaginal walls straining, her muscles working frantically to adjust to the massive girth that filled her so completely, and as the pain began to ebb the teen realized that she was starting to like it.

The knowledge that she was being claimed, was being used by such a powerful woman, was intoxicating. The fairy's long-nailed hands gripped Snow White’s waist, holding the girl in place as she pounded into her with a relentless rhythm.

"You are so tight…”

The villainess’ voice was little more than a primal groan, every word thick with lust.

"So perfect..."

Snow White's pussy clenched around her mistress’ massive cock, her body instinctively trying to push it out even as she craved more. She felt her own orgasm building, the tension coiled in her belly like a spring ready to snap, but she wasn't quite there yet. Maleficent reached around, her hand finding the girl's clit, and she pinched it hard as her other hand slid up to squeeze a small, perky breast. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure and pain melding into something that was almost too much to bear, but like a good slut Snow White kept her legs spread wide to give her mistress unrestricted access to her little fuck-hole.

On the stage below the lighting became a ring of torches, the atmosphere changing as Moana and Mulan began their act. The crowd had been eagerly awaiting this moment, the air thick with anticipation as the two princesses stood in the center of the stage, and it was a good thing the stage magically allowed all sound to carry to the audience so that they wouldn't miss a single thing. The women's bodies glistened with oil, their eyes locked on each other with a fierce hunger, and it was clear to all that they were lovers both on and off the stage.

Mulan was an erotic vision in a chainmail bikini, her toned abs and muscular arms on full display. The metal links shimmered in the flickering light, hugging her pregnant curves in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were pushed up, the metal digging into her sensitive, milk-filled nipples with every movement. Moana, on the other hand, was a tropical fantasy in a skimpy grass skirt that barely covered her ample ass, her top nothing more than a string of strategically-placed seashells that did little to hide her firm, tan breasts.

The music grew louder, a thunderous beat pulsing through the club as the two warrior princesses faced each other on the stage. The crowd roared, eager for the show to begin – they craved the dance of dominance and submission that was about to unfold before their eyes. Mulan lunged first, her hands grabbing for Moana's wrists. The two of them stumbled, their bodies colliding with a soft thud that pressed their pregnant bellies together. They were both strong, their muscles straining as they struggled for control, and Moana's skirt flew up to reveal crotchless panties that left her pussy bare to the audience's view, the crowd gasping as their eyes were drawn to the glistening wetness that was on display.

Maleficent turned her head to watch them, her pace slowing to a snail's crawl even as her cock grew harder with every cry and gasp from Snow White. The sight of the two powerful young women down below, their bodies entwined as they fought for the upper hand, was a delicious spectacle. She had chosen them for their strength, as well as their spirit and their ability to give the audience what they craved without breaking. It didn't take long for their wrestling to grow more sensual, their grips turning into caresses, and it quickly became clear which of them would win.

Moana managed to twist away, her hand sliding down to cup Mulan's firm ass and give it a playful squeeze. The crowd cheered, their excitement palpable as they watched the two pregnant women's bodies press together, breasts mashed and hips grinding. Then Mulan's hand shot out, grabbing a handful of Moana's hair and yanking the princess's head back to expose her neck. Moana's eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips as Mulan planted a kiss on her neck. The power dynamics had shifted; the audience could feel it, and they were living for it.

Their standoff grew more erotic, their limbs entangled as they rolled gently across the stage. Each movement was calculated to show off their bodies, to tease and taunt, though both were very careful of the other's condition. At one point Moana's hand slid up, cupping one of Mulan's breasts while her thumb flicked the hardened nipple – it almost seemed like a good enough distraction to earn her back her dominance, but it failed. The warrior's breath hitched, her eyes flashing with a mix of lust and challenge, and before Moana could pull away Mulan had managed to slip a finger into her soaked snatch.

Mulan took the opportunity to flip a gasping Moana onto her back, straddling her while being careful not to put much pressure on the younger girl's baby bump. She leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her opponent's breast. The crowd could see the desire in their eyes, the raw, unbridled passion that had been unleashed; their act had them going from enemies to lovers in the span of a heartbeat, their bodies now speaking a language that needed no words, and it was beautiful. The music grew faster, the strobe lights flashing in time with their movements. Moana's legs wrapped around Mulan's waist, pulling her closer. The audience watched, rapt, as the two of them rocked together, their hips moving in a dance that was both fierce and erotic.

Maleficent's eyes never left the stage even as she continued pounding poor, sweet little Snow White. The power she had over these princesses was intoxicating, the ability to make them perform such intimate acts for her amusement the best part of her existence. Down below the two princesses' bodies moved together, their kisses fierce and hungry. Loving hands roamed, exploring each other's curves and sliding fingers into wet, needy slits. Moana's legs tightened around Mulan's waist, her hips bucking as the warrior's thumb found her clit. The pressure built, the tension in her body unbearable, and with a sharp scream that echoed through the club Moana came, her orgasm ripping through her like an island storm.

The crowd roared, their applause a thunderous backdrop to the intimate moment. Mulan smirked, her victory clear in the way she pinned a shuddering Moana down, but her own unsatisfied pleasure still simmered just beneath the surface. She knew the rules of the club – the one who came first was the one who lost, but she also knew that this was more than just a game, more than just a performance. It was her way of taking care of her girlfriend, and they always returned the favor for each other. Moana's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes glazed with pleasure, but she wasn't done; not by a long shot. With a sudden burst of strength she flipped their positions, pinning Mulan beneath her.

The audience's excitement grew, the air thick with anticipation to see how Mulan would respond. Maleficent's eyes narrowed, her grip on Snow White's hips tightening as she watched the scene unfold. The power dynamics in the club were a delicate balance, and she reveled in the raw, primal need that fueled their performances. Moana's hips pressed down onto Mulan's, her pussy grinding against the metal of the other woman's bikini. The warrior's eyes widened, her own climax rising like a tide, but she held back, her pregnant body straining against the younger girl's weight.

The music grew wilder, the lights flashing in a frantic pattern that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Moana leaned down, her lips trailing against Mulan's neck, a trick she knew her girlfriend loved. She whispered, her voice a seductive plea that sent a shiver down the warrior's spine.

"Cum for me.”

Mulan's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in pants. She could feel the orgasm building, the heat pooling in her belly, but she wouldn't give in so easily – not when they had to put on a good show. With a roar she bucked her hips, carefully throwing Moana off balance without hurting her. The two of them rolled, their bodies entwined in a dance of power and passion. The audience was on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the stage as the two princesses fought for dominance, and it seemed as if everyone held their breath.

Except for one person.

Maleficent's cock thrust brutally into Snow White's aching cunt, the stage act a delicious backdrop for her unbridled lust. She pounded her submissive princess with renewed vigor, her own climax swiftly approaching as she watched her two pets down below fight for supremacy. The air in the club was electric, the energy of the crowd feeding into the women on stage as Moana straddled Mulan, her hands pinning the warrior's wrists to the floor. Her hips rocked, her exposed pussy sliding against the metal of the bikini to leave a slick trail of arousal, and she brought her palm down between them.

Her hand began rubbing harshly over the metal, the friction setting off sparks of pleasure as the chainlinks pressed against Mulan's clit. Her eyes went wide, her body arching as she finally came, her empty pussy spasming around nothing as it longed for her girlfriend’s fingers. The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound of their triumph a symphony of desire and depravity. Mulan may have beaten Moana, but both of them were winners. The two warriors left the stage hand-in-hand, the curtain falling behind them as they made way for the next act.

A few minutes later the lights dimmed again, a playful tune engulfing the stage. The curtains parted, revealing a Wonderland-themed set: the walls were lined with playing cards, the floor a giant chessboard, and in the center sat a throne that looked like a mushroom. The crowd whistled excitedly when they caught sight of Alice, the girl dressed as the Cheshire Cat. Her costume was a masterpiece of seduction, her eyes painted wide and playful, her lips a sultry shade of purple, but it was the last bit of her outfit that had the audience's full attention. It was a butt plug with a fluffy, pink tail attached, and it wagged cutely as Alice crawled across the stage, the base nestled snugly between her ass cheeks. She also sported a pink leash, the matching collar around her neck accentuating her submissive nature.

The music changed to a seductive waltz as soon as Belle strutted onto the stage, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew she owned the room. She had always been the bookish one, the beauty with a mind that outshone most scholars, but here at Ensnared she had discovered a new kind of power: when dressed as the Queen of Hearts for her act she became the embodiment of desire and danger, a fact which she found thrilling. Her red and black ensemble was a stark contrast to the innocent blue dress she once donned, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were pushed up, the checkered corset barely containing her voluptuous tits, and it showed off her pregnancy beautifully.

Alice was in a similar state, her tiny pussy having been one of the first to be ravaged by Maleficent, and she was due in a month or less, her petite body so little compared to the obscene swelling of her belly. She wasn't a princess, but the real Queen of Hearts had given the girl to Maleficent as a congratulatory gift, so she had been placed alongside the princesses. Belle looked down at Alice with a mix of hunger and dominance, an expression that sent a shiver racing along the Cheshire Cat's spine. Alice knew what was expected of her, and as Belle stalked over to the throne and took a seat, her long legs spreading wide in an invitation that was impossible to ignore, Alice began to crawl forward.

The girl's tail was wagging more enthusiastically now, the plug in her ass a constant reminder of her place. She positioned herself between Belle's thighs, her eyes never leaving the faux Queen of Hearts' as she leaned in to lick the offered pussy, and the first stroke of the girl's tongue earned a hot moan from Belle. The taste of the older woman's cunt acted as a sweet, heady mix of desire and power that had Alice's own arousal spiking. She lapped at Belle's clit, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The other woman's eyes rolled back, her breath coming in gasps as she leaned back against the throne, her body undulating with pleasure.

The audience watched, their own desires mirrored in the performer's movements. The sight of the pregnant Cheshire Cat serving her Queen was a powerful one, a symbol of the club's twisted hierarchy that they couldn't look away from. Belle's moans echoed even louder, her hips bucking as Alice's tongue grew more insistent. She felt her orgasm approaching, the tension in her body growing tighter with every stroke. And then, with a final, deep suck to her clit Belle was there, her pussy clenching as she came and her juices leaking out onto the chair beneath her.

The crowd erupted into applause, their eyes never leaving the intimate scene before them. Alice scooted back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips clean, a smug look in her eyes. She had served her purpose, had proven her worth once again, but their act wasn't over yet. With a dramatic flourish Belle reached down behind the throne, her hand emerging with a ridged, black strapon that gleamed under the stage lights. The audience's cheers grew louder, their excitement building as they realized what was to come.

Alice's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening at the sight. She had seen the huge phallus before, had watched as it had been used on other women, and the thought of it filling her – of beautiful, sexy Belle fucking her in such a public, yet intimate way – was equal parts terrifying and exciting. Above them Maleficent's grip on Snow White's hips tightened, her cock still buried deep inside the ravaged girl. The fairy adored what was happening on stage, could feel the energy shifting, and it turned her on immensely. She watched with a wicked smile, her own climax approaching fast as the performance unfolded before her.

The faux Queen of Hearts stood, the strapon jutting out obscenely as she slid it up over her legs. She stalked the few steps over to Alice, who was still kneeling, the girl's eyes never leaving the monstrous cock. Belle reached down, grasping her leash and gently yanking the pregnant teen up onto her feet. The princess’ voice was a sensual purr, her words hot as she pinched one of Alice's sensitive nipples just to see if a drop of milk would leak from it. Indeed it did, Belle catching the drop on her thumb and licking it delicately off as she pulled Alice flush against her.

"You've been such a good kitty, but now it's time to be my bad little whore. I want to inspect you, to make sure your slutty cunt is ready for me: take off your panties and bend over.”

Alice nodded, her throat dry. She knew her role, the steps that had been practiced, but finally being able to fulfill Belle's desires thrilled her. With trembling hands she reached behind her to untie the bow that held her panties in place, sliding them over her petite hips to reveal the pink, glistening slit of her sinfully tight cunt. She bent forward, her belly making the task a true struggle, and she spread her legs for Belle. Two digits slid easily into the girl, Alice crying out in pleasure as she was fingered, and her dripping hole gripped Belle delightfully.

The princess took the scanty piece of pussy-juice soaked fabric, a smirk playing on her lips as she tucked the wet thong into her corset as a souvenir. The audience watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. They had been watching the power dynamics, had observed the way the pregnant performers showcased themselves, and the general consensus was that this was the hottest act yet. Up in the owner's box Maleficent's thrusts grew faster, her cock sliding in and out of Snow White's debauched, no-longer-virgin pussy with a wet, erotic slapping sound. She was close, so very close, and the sight of Alice's submission was pushing her over the edge.

On stage Alice's eyes were screwed shut, her breathing rapid as Belle teased her aching cunt. Then suddenly her leash was being tugged, the fake Queen of Hearts guiding her over to the throne. Belle sat back down on it, leaning to brace herself, and she patted her thighs in a clear invitation as she insistently pulled the leash closer. Alice obeyed, her tail swaying as she stumbled forward, and then she turned herself to face the audience. Belle helped the younger girl up onto her lap, the crowd cheering as Alice straddled Belle in reverse cowgirl. She aligned her tiny pussy with the tip of the fake cock, then the Queen of Hearts thrust her hips and sheathed the toy inside the girl with one thrust.

The Cheshire cat whimpered, her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion, and Alice couldn't help but cry out as her pregnant pussy was penetrated. Belle began to steadily plow the girl, her movements slow and deliberate at first to give Alice time to adjust, but the end of the strapon inside of her felt so good that she was quickly craving more friction. As Belle began to thrust harder, making Alice bounce on her fake cock, the Cheshire cat's eyes rolled back, her mouth forming a silent ‘O’ of pleasure as the toy hit just the right spot. She felt her cunt clench, the need for release growing with every stroke, and she hadn't been so filled since the night she was impregnated.

Up above Maleficent's climax was upon her, the fairy's cock pulsing as she finally filled Snow White's pussy with several hot, thick ropes of fertile cum. The girl's body tightened around her, the debauched human wailing loudly as she was bred, and her untrained cunt clenched tightly around her captor's cock as she was claimed. Maleficent clung to Snow White’s hips, pressing herself as flush against the tiny teen as possible, and the villainess was determined not to let a single drop spill out. Below them Alice was lost in the throes of passion, her body moving in time with Belle's thrusts; she had never felt so doubly filled, her ass and pussy both stuffed, and she absolutely loved it.

The crowd was going wild, their whistles and clapping an unending cacophony of lust and excitement. They watched as Alice was used, the girl nothing more than a vessel for Belle's phallus, and for several minutes the teen was absolutely railed by the princess. At one point Belle pulled back the leash harshly, forcing Alice to stick her small tits out towards the crowd, and then she did something unexpected: she dipped her head down, her free hand lifting up Alice's left breast, and she wrapped her lips around the girl's nipple. Belle sucked, a squirt of warm, sweet milk washing over her greedy tongue, and the sensation made Alice orgasm on the spot.

Finally Maleficent stood, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her own climax as her softening cock slipped from Snow White's cum-filled pussy. The sight of the plundered princess before her, the girl's face still contorted with pain, was more satisfying than any magic she had ever cast. Snow White hadn't cum, her body too at war with the pain of losing her virginity so harshly, and she could barely stand: without a word Maleficent picked the princess up, cradling the girl close and settling them into the chair. They were now positioned just like Belle and Alice, Snow White's legs falling to either side of Maleficent's thighs, but she would be allowed a brief respite before being taken again.

Back on stage Belle's dominance was unmistakable, her words like a whip as they cracked through the air and lashed against Alice's soul with every syllable.

“Tell me, my knocked-up little kitty, whose cock is making you mewl like you're back in heat?”

Alice trembled, her legs shaking as she took the pounding from the huge toy.

“Yours, my queen!”

Belle wiggled her hips, the teen delighting in the extra friction, while her fingers gave Alice's exposed clit a gentle caress.

“That's right, my slutty sex kitten. Now, the next time someone tries to fuck you what are you going to tell them?”

It took Alice a moment to reply, her mind sex-hazed and foggy as she tried to form a coherent reply, her ass pressing back to meet Belle's thrusts.

“That, ugggh, that I can't! I belong to you now, Your Majesty, and…ooooh…and no one else gets to, to touch me anymore…”

Her body stiffened, another small orgasm wracking her as the ridges of the strapon bumped perfectly along the highly-sensitive underside of her clit. For a moment the world went blank, nothing but the delicious, almost burning stretch of her stuffed pussy mattering. The strapon was stretching her so perfectly, and she could feel her pregnant belly bouncing with every thrust. The audience watched, their eyes glued to the depraved scene unfolding before them. The Cheshire cat's whimpers grew louder, her body moving in a desperate attempt to match Belle's brutal rhythm as the older woman spoke.

"That's right, baby girl. You belong to me now, and I'll take the head off anyone who dares lay a hand on you. Now keep fucking yourself on my toy – I want to feel every inch of you as you come undone around me.”

Alice's cries grew more desperate, her pussy clenching around the strapon as she approached yet another climax. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, the two melding into a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to consume her. Maleficent watched them from above, her hand sliding down to stroke her cock. It was hard once again, the shaft rising up between Snow White's thighs to press against the teen's cum-filled slit. Maleficent's lust for the innocent princess was a never-ending fire that burned within her, and they both knew it wouldn't be long before she would be back inside the girl.

Down below Belle's hips bucked harder, the strapon slamming into Alice with a force that made the throne creak. Every sound the younger girl made was intoxicating, Belle in paradise as she tried different angles to see how Alice would respond. At one point she brought her lips to the girl's ear, her teeth gently nibbling the lobe.

“Tell me what you want, sweet little Cheshire. How do you need me to fuck you?”

Alice could barely think, her body demanding just one thing from the gorgeous woman dominating her.

“Rougher!”

That was Belle's favorite word, the older woman's pussy practically dripping thanks to Alice's submission. She suddenly halted all movement, and before the teen knew what was happening she was being made to stand. Just as quickly Belle stood, grabbing the girl's leash and walking them a few feet away from the throne, then without preamble she forced Alice down onto her knees. Belle quickly kneeled behind her, her hands groping the teen's perky, tiny tits as she began pressing Alice downwards.

“Get on your hands and knees for me.”

Belle gripped the leash tighter, pulling it back even as she continued making Alice lean forward, the juxtaposition of angles causing the teen to bend like a bow. It was uncomfortable, the pressure on the girl's throat drawing erotic gasps from her lips, and the position was making her legs spread lewdly.

“Can you tell me what I want most right now?”

Alice desperately shook her head, her limbs trembling from the strain. She couldn't speak, which was exactly what Belle planned as she began to rub the head of the strapon teasingly between the girl's puffy labia.

“I want to fuck your hot, wet cunt until you scream my name. After today you'll never forget who owns you, and who you owe every ounce of your pleasure to.”

Belle gave a low, beast-like snarl, long nails scraping possessively down the teen's back as she slammed the toy deep into Alice. The girl screamed, her pussy clenching wildly as she was forced to take the fake cock, and as her arms gave out she slumped forward with her face almost touching the floor. For several minutes she was ruthlessly pounded, her stuffed, twitching cunt struggling to take the massive toy as Belle bottomed out in Alice again and again. Soon the girl was a whining, quivering mess, her plugged ass pushing back against every thrust as every fiber of her being tingled with delight from her looming orgasm.

Over her time at Ensnared Belle had become adept in the art of pleasure, and she could feel the shift in Alice as the petite teen sprinted towards her climax. That wouldn’t do, however: the girl needed to be reminded when was in control. With practiced skill Belle wrapped her fingers around Alice's neck, her hips stilling as she ceased plundering the younger woman. Alice's eyes began to bulge, her breaths coming in choking gasps – the pressure on her throat was intense, the edges of her vision going dark, but instead of fear she felt a flash of dark excitement that sent shockwaves through her body.

Her pussy clenched around the plastic invader, her orgasm approaching like a runaway carriage, and she nearly lost it when Belle leaned forward to whisper in her ear. The older woman's voice still held that edge of a snarl, her dominance clear in every syllable as her hand tightened around the Cheshire Cat's throat.

“Cum for me, like the whore you are."

Like an obedient sex slave Alice tried to thrust back, the girl desperately striving to impale herself on the strapon so that she could crest the just-at-bay climax taunting her, but Belle was too good. She laughed at Alice's feeble attempt, her tone taking on a goading, teasing tilt.

"Is that all you've got? You've fucked the White Rabbit, the Caterpillar, the Mad Hatter and countless others, yet you think my cock is going to be the one that breaks you?"

Alice's eyes widened, the taunt hitting a nerve. She had always prided herself on her adaptability, her ability to find joy in any situation, but this…this was different. This was a challenge to her very core, a test of her limits that she hadn't anticipated. With a renewed surge of strength she bucked her hips, unexpectedly meeting Belle's crotch with her ass. Her moans grew louder, her tail buttplug clenched tightly, and each move grew faster as she gave into the depravity of the moment. The audience watched, enraptured, as their own desires were reflected in the sweat and passion on stage. The two of them moved as one, their bodies a tapestry of power and submission, dominance and need; the crowd could feel the tension, the anticipation of the climax that was to come, and when it did it was explosive.

Alice's orgasm ripped through her, her snatch spasming around the strapon. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers a symphony of twisted pleasure, but the show wasn't over yet. With a soft smile Belle leaned down and whispered into the Cheshire Cat's ear, her lips gently brushing up along the teen's neck.

"Such a good fucking girl, Alice. You're doing wonderful, baby. Keep that wet little pussy spread for me, okay?"

The praise was genuine, Belle extremely proud of how far out of her shell Alice had come. The girl nodded her head vigorously, a cute 'mew' her reply as she pushed herself down even further against the faux dick. As Belle resumed fucking the teen the background music grew more intense, the strobe lights flashing faster as the older woman approached her own peak. Her breaths were ragged, her eyes never leaving Alice's ass, the girl now a picture of absolute ecstasy as they fucked each other. The Cheshire Cat's tail wagged frantically, her eyes glazed over with passion, and all she wanted to do was make sure Belle finally got a turn to cum.

Belle's strokes grew faster, her movements more erratic as she chased her own release. She could feel the pressure building, the need to climax so intense it was almost painful. Her fingers tightened around Alice's throat, her other hand reaching down to squeeze one of the pregnant girl's breasts. And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it took her breath away. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode out her orgasm. The crowd roared as they watched the Queen of Hearts claim her pet, the carnal sensation indescribable as a mix of power and pleasure washed over Belle like a tidal wave.

She felt her cunt constrict, her juices mixing with Alice's as she ground the strapon into the girl's welcoming cunt, and then – just as Alice was about to cum again – Belle's voice was a cold slap to her face. It was so husky, so commanding, that Alice knew she'd do anything for the woman making her feel so incredible.

"No! You're not allowed to cum yet, my pet."

Alice's eyes snapped open, the reality of her situation crashing down on her. She had been so lost in the moment, so wrapped up in the delicious sharing of pleasure and pain that she had forgotten the rules. Her orgasm receded, the need to please her queen suddenly more important than her own desires. With a whine she stopped moving, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. Belle's eyes were dark with lust, another orgasm close, but not yet reached. She leaned down, her breath hot against Alice's ear.

"You're doing so well, but you know the rules: you don't get to cum until I say so."

Alice's breath hitched, her eyes pleading as she nodded. The audience watched, their eyes glued to the two of them, the tension palpable. They sensed what was coming, the cruel twist that was about to unfold, and they waited eagerly. With a wicked smile Belle pulled out, the strapon glistening with the evidence of Alice's arousal. She stood, her legs shaking slightly from the effort of holding back. She looked down at the teen, the girl's gaping cunt still not ready to be done orgasming, and she waved her hand dismissively.

"Go, but remember that you're not allowed to cum. Not until I tell you to, even if that isn't for days."

Alice wanted to scream, to grab Belle by the strapon and force the fake cock back inside her so that she could reach the orgasm she had been chasing, but she was helpless. As the Cheshire Cat all she could do was nod dumbly, her body still quivering with the need for release. With a monumental effort she climbed to her feet, legs wobbly as she made her way off the stage, and as Belle followed behind her to signal the end of their act all she silently prayed the older woman would be merciful and finish her off once they were backstage together.

Up above Maleficent leaned back in her chair, her shaft still hard and ready as she teased herself by rubbing it up and down Snow White's cum-coated slit. The next act was the finale, and she wanted her own night of fun to end with a bang as well from fucking another load deep into the little princess currently teasing her cock. Then, with a dramatic flourish, the curtains parted once more. This time they revealed Aurora, and holding either of her hands was a pregnant Merida and Tiana. They were dressed in costumes that played on their original fairy tale personas, but with a dark, sensual twist that highlighted their new lives.

Aurora's gold dress was nothing but a web of chains and diamonds, while Merida's archer outfit had been transformed into a skimpy, leather ensemble that highlighted her fiery spirit. Tiana's green gown had been replaced with a seductive, scaled number that suggested a siren from the swamp, and all three women looked stunning. Their music began, a dark, sexy piece of jazz that had the crowd leaning forwards with anticipation. The three princesses began to move in perfect sync, their bodies weaving a dance that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. They circled each other, their eyes occasionally flicking up to meet the audience's gazes before returning back down to their partner's, a silent promise of the eroticism to come.

Merida was the first to break the mesmerizing dance, the red-head sauntering over to Aurora with a look that made her arousal clear. She slid a hand down Aurora's chest, her fingers playing with the chains that draped over the other princess' breasts. Aurora's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Merida pinched her nipple, the sound echoing through the hushed club. Tiana watched the exchange, her own desire building; as Merida stepped back, allowing Aurora to recover from the jolt of pleasure, Tiana glided over, her scale outfit glinting in the low light. She knelt before Aurora, her mouth hovering over the blonde's chained pussy, and the anticipation in the air was as thick as molasses when Tiana lifted up the golden metal.

The crowd honed in on the duo, their breaths bated as Tiana took her first taste. Aurora's eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping her as the swamp princess’ tongue slid over her clit. The sensation was electric, sending a delightful tingle of pleasure through her body; she threw her head back, her hair cascading in a waterfall, and it was a perfect picture of angelic debauchery. Merida watched, her own arousal growing, and she wished she could pull Tiana's head over to her own crotch. Instead Merida joined in, her lips latching on to Aurora's nipple, the three of them moving together in harmony. Aurora's hands found Merida's hips, pulling her closer as Tiana continued to lick and suck at her pussy, and the blonde and red-head shared a searing kiss.

A moment later Merida reached down, her hand slipping between Aurora's legs to caress her clit while Tiana shoved her tongue deep into the blonde’s cunt – the New Orleans princess moaned when she tasted their mistress inside of Aurora, her own cunt growing wet when she realized the blonde had recently been bred. Merida began to rub, her movements matching the rhythm of Tiana's tongue, and the music grew louder so that the beat mirrored tne pounding in their chests. Soon Aurora's legs began to tremble, her body close to the edge. She looked into Merida's eyes, her gaze pleading for release, but the archer only smirked, her eyes full of mischief as she pinched Aurora's clit.

Sleeping Beauty's orgasm was sudden and explosive, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had from a human’s touch before, some of Maleficent's cum dribbling down into Tiana's eager mouth. Merida stepped back, her own arousal evident as she licked her lips. The smell of desire filled the air, a sweet perfume that made the audience's mouths water. Tiana stood, quickly exiting the stage only to return a moment later with a tray of exotic fruits in hand. The fruits were arranged artfully, a smorgasbord of colors and textures that seemed almost too beautiful to eat, but eat them they would – in the most erotic way possible.

Aurora took a strawberry, her teeth sinking into the flesh with a wet, succulent sound that had the audience moaning alongside her. She held it out to Merida, who took it from her mouth with a playful bite. The fruit was passed between them, each taking a bite, their tongues moving together in a seductive, continual caress. Tiana picked up a banana, her eyes glinting as she began to deep-throat the fruit, making sure to get it nice and coated in her saliva. Then she kneeled down before the red-head, Merida spreading her legs without needing to be asked, and the large banana was slowly slid up into her juicy cunt.

The fruit became a tool of seduction, a way to explore and tease each other's bodies. Aurora took a piece of melon, her teeth grazing Merida's nipple before she sucked it into her mouth, the nectar dripping down her chin. Merida moaned, her own hand sliding down to her pussy to pump the banana in and out a few times to help keep her edging. Tiana took a slice of pineapple, holding it to Aurora's mouth, and the two shared it as they made out. Some of the juice spilled down Aurora's chin and onto her chest, so Tiana leaned in, her dexterous tongue darting out to lick it away, the tartness of the fruit mixing with the sweetness of Aurora's skin.

The three of them moved together, their bodies a symphony of sensuality and hunger. They fed each other, their mouths and tongues dancing over the fruit, tasting the sweetness and each other's arousal. Aurora took a cherry, her teeth grazing Tiana's plump lips before popping it into her mouth. Merida took the opportunity to slip her hand between Aurora's legs, her fingers sliding into the slick warmth of her cum-filled pussy. Aurora's eyes widened, the sensation of being filled while eating the fruit sending her over the edge once more. She came, her body shaking as she swallowed the cherry, Tiana's lips capturing her cries of ecstasy.

Next Merida pulled the banana from her pussy, her eyes dark with need: she stepped closer to Tiana, her hand guiding the fruit to the princess’ soaking wet slit, and with a wicked smile Merida roughly shoved the banana into Tiana, the fruit disappearing into the eager cunt with a soft squelch. Tiana's eyes rolled back in her head, a long, low moan escaping her lips. The crowd's excitement grew with every inch that disappeared, the anticipation of watching the archer claim her lover almost too much to bear.

But Aurora had other plans. Her eyes fell on the eggplant, the largest and most intimidating thing on the tray and the only vegetable among the fruit. It was almost comically phallic, a stark contrast to the delicate berries and succulent melons that had been the bulk of the platter. A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she picked it up, feeling its weight in her hand. The crowd grew quiet; had seen a lot at Ensnared, but this was something new. Aurora strutted back to the center of the stage, her hips swaying with a confidence that was both alluring and intimidating. She knew she had them all in the palm of her hand, and she was about to show them just how much she had learned from her time there.

With a dramatic flourish she dropped to her knees, the chains of her dress clinking against the floor. She spread her legs wide, her chained-draped pussy glistening in the spotlight. The eggplant looked massive in comparison, the audience on the edge of their seats as she lowered it to her entrance. Aurora took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Merida's for a brief moment. The archer nodded, a look of excitement and pride in her gaze. With a swift, determined move the blonde pushed the eggplant into herself, her pussy stretching around the thick vegetable as she wailed.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was a mix of warring sensations, a stretch that was almost too much to bear, but she didn't stop – not even when she felt the head of the eggplant pop inside her, the neck disappearing into her body. She whimpered, the sound a mix of almost-painful accommodation and erotic enjoyment. Merida and Tiana watched, their own arousals spiking; they had never seen Aurora like this, so wild and uninhibited. It was as if Sleeping Beauty had been reborn into this world of darkness and desire, and she was thriving.

Merida stepped forward, one hand slipping between her legs. She was wet, her clit throbbing with the need to be touched, and her other hand pushed down on one of Aurora's shoulders to help the blonde impale herself. She watched as Aurora continued to work the eggplant into her wet cunt, the sound of her juicy pussy filling the air, and a heartbeat later Tiana followed suit. She mirrored Merida, one hand seeking her own pleasure while the other assisted Aurora.

The music shifted to a more tribal, wild tempo, the beat faster to urge Aurora on. She picked up the pace, her moans growing louder with every thrust. The eggplant was slick with her juices, moving in and out of her with ease. She could feel the pressure building, the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm just at her fingertips. And then, with a final, desperate push, she managed to fit the entire eggplant inside herself. The audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the club. She held the pose for a moment, her body trembling with the effort, before she began to move again.

It was a foreshadowing of the birth she would inevitably have thanks to Maleficent, the huge eggplant slowly slipping out of her as Merida and Tiana stared, their own hands moving faster between their legs. They were close to cumming, so close, and their bodies were desperate for release. Aurora's performance had them on the edge, the sight of the blonde's sensual debasement pushing them to new heights of arousal. The eggplant finally emerged, the vegetable slick with Aurora's juices, and before she gave herself even a moment to recover she began to push it back in, her eyes squeezed shut as her companions masturbated furiously on either side of her.

Tiana watched, her experienced fingers stroking her clit in time with Aurora's movements. She had never wanted to feel her own cunt stuffed so badly; the blonde's hips bucked, her moans growing more frantic. Then with one final, powerful squeeze the eggplant slid out of her for the second time with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping open and begging for more. The crowd went wild, their applause and whistles filling the air. Aurora collapsed onto the stage, her body trembling from her wanton display. Merida and Tiana quickly bent down, their own desires forgotten in the face of her triumph.

They helped Aurora to her feet, three bodies tangling together in a mess of limbs and desire. The three of them kissed, their tongues tasting the sweetness of victory; they had done it, had pushed the boundaries of their own sexuality in the most public way possible, and they loved it. With that the show was concluded, the staff ushering the patrons out, but one girl was still working. Maleficent had Snow White in her lap as they faced the stage, the petite human's aching, creampied cunt a sloppy mess, and the fairy wasn't done with her yet.

She began kissing the girl's neck, her long nails pinching and pulling at the princess' tiny nipples, and Maleficent was getting incredibly aroused by the soft cries her toy was making. The sight of Aurora's mock-birth, the entire act a promise of the outcome of the fertile fairy cum that had been planted in her, had the fairy's cock so hard that it ached with every twitch and pulse. Maleficent slid her hands down to the teen's hips, putting just enough upwards pressure on them to encourage Snow White to lift them. A moment later the massive cock was nudging the human's parted cunt lips, Snow White trembling as her second fucking was about to commence.

"Good girl, now ride me like you mean it."

With a whimper the little princess did as she was told, her cunt slowly sucking in the fairy's cock. Maleficent watched with hungry eyes as the teen began to bounce, her pussy stretching obscenely around the thick shaft. She had to admit, she was impressed with how well the young princess was handling her. Most of the new girls took weeks to get to this point, but not her: no, Snow White had taken to cock with a meek reluctance that made her all the more appealing, and it was the very nature of her sweet, innocent personality that Maleficent enjoyed about her.

That, and the girl had the tightest cunt Maleficent had ever been in.

The fairy's cock was rock-hard, her need to claim the girl growing with every passing moment. She reached out, her nails digging into Snow White's ass as she began to pump her hips up to meet the human's movements. The sensation was incredible, the warmth and tightness of the girl's cunt like nothing she had ever felt before. She had always loved the feel of flesh around her cock, but there was something about the way Snow White's pussy clamped down that was driving her wild.

Snow White's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. The pain was intense, but it was a feeling she craved, a burst of sensation that made her feel alive. She had never felt anything like this before, never known that sex could be so raw and primal. Maleficent's cock filled her completely, the fairy's hips bucking wildly to meet her own movements. Long nails dug into the princess’ hips, a fantastic orgasm building inside Maleficent with every stroke. She could feel the warmth of Snow White's pussy, the way it clamped down on her cock, milking her for all she was worth; it was a tightness that was equal parts maddening and exquisite.

The young princess's pussy was a revelation, a treasure that she had uncovered in the depths of the club. She had taken many girls before, had enjoyed their screams and moans, but none had ever made her feel like this. It was as if she had found a piece of herself that she had been searching for, and Snow White's pussy was officially her new favorite – a fact she made clear with every thrust. The way the girl's body responded to her, the way she moved and arched her back…it was all perfect. The fairy's breath grew ragged, her eyes never leaving the beauty in her arms. She could feel her climax approaching, the pressure building in her balls, and she longed to cum deep inside the tiny teen.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came. Her jizz spurted into Snow White's womb, filling her to the brim with fertile seed. The girl's body convulsed, her own orgasm following quickly after, her pussy contracting around the thick shaft in spasms of pleasure. The two of them rested there for a moment, their bodies still; the only sound in the room was their ragged breaths. It was a moment of pure connection, a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, and it was wonderful. Maleficent leaned down, her eyes filled with a dark passion that seemed to consume everything in their path as she whispered into the girl's ear.

"You're mine now, darling. You belong to me, and no one else."

Snow White nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. She knew it was true, that she had been claimed by the fairy in the most canal, ancient way possible. She was a part of this world now, a willing participant in the depravity that was Ensnared, and there was no changing her fate. The fairy pulled out, her cock still hard and glistening with cum. She stood, her eyes never leaving the human's, and still her body craved more of the girl. Her voice was a rasped command, her tone booking no argument even if Snow White would have been able to.

"Go to my private bedroom and clean yourself up in the bathroom there."

Snow White nodded again, her legs shaky as she stumbled out of the owner's box and made her way to Maleficent's private chambers. As she cleaned herself up she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment: she was no longer the innocent princess she had once been, and she knew, deep down, that she liked it.

---------------------------------------------

The club had closed for the night, the last of the patrons ushered out into the cold, harsh reality of the outside world, but inside the night was still young for some. Maleficent sat at her desk, her hand absently stroking her still-hard cock as she reviewed the evening's earnings. She was pleased; more than pleased, actually. The club had never been so successful, the show incredibly well received, and she would definitely be using that theme again.

Her thoughts drifted to the girl in the bathroom, to her new favorite cock-warmer. She had seen the potential in Snow White from the start, had known that the girl would be something special, and she had been right. With a smirk she stood, her naked body casting long shadows across the floor. She walked to the bathroom, the sound of running water covering her footsteps, and she took the opportunity to sneak up behind the little human.

Snow White was standing at the sink, her body trembling slightly as she washed away the evidence of her first fucking. The fairy stepped up behind her, her hands sliding around the girl's waist. Her breath was hot against the princess’ beck, each syllable dipping sensual praise.

"You did well, very well indeed."

Snow White lifted her head, her eyes meeting Maleficent's in the mirror. There was a spark there, a hunger that was all too real.

"Thank you, Mistress.”

Her voice was a soft murmur, the fairy leaning in to brush her lips against the girl's ear, and Maleficent's words were a promise of dark delights to come.

"There's so much more to learn, so much more to experience, and I am not letting you out of my sight for anything until I have taught you well.”

Snow White shivered, her eyes never leaving her mistress’ reflection in the mirror. She knew what the fairy meant, knew that she was about to embark on a journey that would change her forever, but she didn't care. All she desired was to feel wanted, to be needed, and though her throughly-fucked cunt ached terribly she knew she'd spread her legs again without a second thought. Maleficent pulled her closer, her still-hard cock pressing into the girl's ass. Her hands reached around, her nails tracing random patterns on the teen's flat stomach.

“You're so sweet, so innocent, and I want to keep you that way."

The human's heart raced at the words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. Maleficent's hand slid down, her fingers finding the slick warmth of Snow White's pussy. The girl gasped, her body betraying her with its eagerness. The older woman's fingers moved faster, the pleasure building inside the human; the fairy's touch was like a drug, a sweet, intoxicating poison that she couldn't get enough of. Her mistress leaned in, Maleficent's teeth grazing the petite human's neck.

“You're going to be my sweet, eager little pet, and I need you again right now. I can't wait another moment to fill your tiny, innocent cunt with my cock again.”

With those words Maleficent led Snow White back into her private chambers, quickly pushing the teen down onto the bed, her cock bobbing demandingly. She straddled the girl's chest, Snow White looking up at her with a mix of fear and arousal. The older woman pressed her hips forward, her cock brushing against the girl's lips.

"Open your mouth."

The princess obeyed, her eyes never leaving the fairy's. The first taste was salty, the scent of their sex still lingering on the shaft, but she didn't pull away or hesitate. Instead she took it in, her tongue wrapping around the thick head. Maleficent's eyes rolled back in her head, a low groan escaping her lips as Snow White took it deeper, her throat constricting around the fairy's cock. The older woman's hips began to move, her cock sliding in and out of the girl's mouth, and she loved the way the human's tongue kept sliding over her cockhead.

The fairy's hand tightened in Snow White's hair, guiding her movements. She was rough, almost violent in her need, but the girl took it, took every inch that was given to her. The teen's eyes watered, and her throat burned, but she didn't stop. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the rhythm punctuated by the wet noises of Snow White's mouth. It was a symphony of pleasure, a dance of dominance and submission that was as old as time itself, the blowjob a perfect way to keep their fun going.

Maleficent leaned back, her hand still tangled in the girl's hair – she watched as Snow White's cheeks hollowed, her mouth a perfect O around the fairy's cock, but the sexy sight was too much and she knew she was getting close. With a final, desperate thrust she came, her cum spurting into the human's mouth. Snow White swallowed, her eyes never leaving the fairy's until Maleficent collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, and she knew, without a doubt, that she had found her perfect pet in the girl laying next to her.