M Robertson Beauty and the Beast 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 Belle had traded herself to save her father. And now she was trapped in this looming place with him. She sat on the verge of tears staring out between the bars of the tower that had held her father only moments prior. The horseless carriage crypt down  the dilapidated brick path and deep into the darkness of the path. Than the first tears fell. She curled up on the floor beneath the single window sobbing under the bar crossed moonlight. He had watched silently from the shadows at her saddening scene. There was a slight twinge in his chest as well as another place that had long since felt the pleasure of a beauties touch. He startled Belle with the clearing of his throat, in a gruff thick voice saying “ If you follow me I’ll show you to your room.” She sniffled confused “B-But I thought I was your prisoner?” His temper flared she had questioned him stepping into where the moon had lit he growled ever so slightly. Belle gasped for she was seeing him truly for the first time. He lounged at her stopping just short of the cowering girl, his massive clawed paws gripped the collar of her dress. As he pressed her back against the wall he slide her into the air at slightly arms length her feet dangled far off the ground. She grasped her small upon his extensive forearm, she gripped and clawed at the hair the covered his entire body in fear of the fall that may if he should let go.  “You will do best not to question me.” his words cut from his lips like a knife, becoming a deadly order. His eyes were a deadly cobalt that were placed in the face of a horned lion. She meekly nodded under the blue glare of his eyes. He lowered her gruffly saying “Follow me.” He only turned and began to swiftly and eerily silent walk form the cell. As Belle quietly followed she felt a chill from wear the Beast’s claws had torn her dress just ever so slightly exposing the upper flesh of her young firm breasts. Out of the corner of his eye the Beast noticed how the candle light flickered off the exposed areas of her flesh. Again he felt a stirring between his legs, as he also began to notice her curvature to a much greater extent. She had a small slender frame compared to his large solidly built frame. Her hair looked soft with softer large curls, and it was a deep mahogany compared to her eyes which were like sun-kissed honey. She had soft feminine features about her face as any beauty should. He became more aware of the raging hard on that stuck out between his legs.  The of what lay under each morsel of her clothing made his member begin to throb. As they walk farther into the castle to where her soon to be living quarters would be. He had the urge to stroke and relieve himself of the pressure in his loins. He ignored the idea of masturbating himself in the view of her instead another thought crossed his mind. He stopped abruptly causing her stop questionably along with him.  He turned slightly staring down at the girl. In a gruff yet soft voice, “What is your name?” he questioned. She replied soft and timid, “Belle.” He gently swept the lose hair from her face with a clawed paw. Belle seemed to shutter away from his touch. He dropped his touch away from her face tensing the very muscles of his arm as he dropped it back to his own side. Stepping a bit closer his erection impelled lightly upon the fabric of her skirts, if she had known she showed no gesture of. She stood staring at the thick tough of amber fur that covered his body. He cleared his throat “Your rooms is right there,” with a point “on the left. My servants will see to any needs you may have.” His voice softened but still held its stern tone, placing a paw under her chin to lift her gaze “Belle you are my prisoner. You may never leave. You belong to Me and you must never go to the East Wing of our castle.”  At the last words “our castle” she knew the intention that it was meant. She was his, the Beast she had no control not even over her whole being. Her fear must have showed along her face for he smiled and released her disappearing into the shadows of the dark inside the castle’s hall. But as he walked away she heard him say “ You will join me for dinner tomorrow.” 
	As she entered her room the only light was from the moon from the four large windows that lined the far wall. Each could easily three draft horses the size of her own Phillip plus two and a half by his height. She ran to the windows trying the latches. Locked each one of them. She slumped to the floor begin to sob more. She must have fallen asleep for the next thing she knew it was morning, and she was laying in an extravagant bed. Naked. Where she had been on the floor last night was the dress and cloak she had been dressed in, like limp rags. They seemed out of place in this room.  She gripped a sheet wrapping it around as modestly as she could. In the light of day Belle was able to behold her room for what it was, a furnished cell. She was no more free than in the dungeon tower. She peered out one of the windows down onto what must be the garden. Fore Belle saw many shrubs with blooming flowers. She never heard the click of the door nor the locking of the latch. No what caught her attention was the smell of roses. She turned still wrapping herself in the sheet and he stood there with a bouquet of the fullest most beautiful lavender roses out stretching them toward her. Belle only slowly crypt backward watching him closely. The Beast smiled softly he placed the flowers upon the bed strolled ever so causally toward her. He gently stroked the curls from her face, “My intention is to not frighten you that you can be assure of.” As one paw rested upon the curvature of her neck the other gently trailed down her right side. His claws ever so slyly ripped through the silky fabric. Belle’s eyes widened as the sheet fell away exposing her full breasts, her flat thin stomach, and her femininity. She coward in on herself blushing, no man had ever seen her exposed and certainly no beast. Tears streamed from her eyes along her cheeks. He picked her up cradling her slightly, trying to meet her saddened gaze. He smashed his lips against hers in a with no passion or love. He carries her laying her body on the edge of the high bed. She submissively lay as he towered his body over her. Belle’s eyes never met his eyes even when he would gaze upon her face. The Beast kissed her lips again she did not return the favor back onto his. His lips gradually moved down along Belle’s cheek than to her jaw line. He trailed a line down her neck to the tops of her breasts, he licked her flesh centered between each breast. As he caressed his lips along her nipple the hair about his mouth rubbing the flesh raw. Belle could feel his fast stiffening organ erupt from the innards of the fuzzy sheath between his strong hide legs. He stood straightening while parting her legs to position himself more centered along her. Belle new what was to come, this Beast of a creature was going to have her. 
	The Beast spread Belle’s legs rather wide to accommodate the girth of his hips. Pressing forward the head of his erection press along the outer lip of her untouched vagina. Belle squeezed her eyes tightly shut holding in a flood of tears and bitting hard upon her bottom lip holding also a scream. He pushed forward forcing himself inside of her tightness, he was half way in and slowly began pushing himself in more. She screams at the sudden pain filling the hole between her legs. She arched her body slightly in hopes to easy the pain, but it only made the Beast push in deeper. The Beast begins pumping his hips, with each thrust he drives in touching his pubic bone hard against her inner most thighs. Belle can only focus upon the pain as she grips the sheets with an endless stream of tears. He begins thrusting harder and speeding up his new rhythm. He could with every pumping thrust his nearing climax. The Beast began slamming his hips harder and harder into Belle, and with each pump she would scream in more agonizing pain. Than with one final thrust he releases a load of his monstrous seed into her. He pants heavily burying his face into her chest. As she lays covered by him the pain between her legs only eases slightly as she feels him begin to deflate the tears had not lessened their flow. When the Beast finally pulled free of the inside of Belle there was a rush of fluid that cascade from her newly de-flowered hole. Her blood and his semen stained the silken fabric upon the bed as well as pooling slightly upon the wood of the floor. He lay on his back next to her abused body, before turning slightly cuddling up to her. Wrapping his left arm across her stomach resting the the paw near her breast and relaxing his face into the cradle wear neck and shoulder meet and falling asleep. Belle could only lay there, helpless.  
	As time past the Beast began to corrupt Belle’s mind. Fogging it with gifts such as a library full of many book that Belle could only dream before about reading one day, or his deceiving kindness that she had come to know. One thing never changed he alway brought her lavender roses before he would breed with her. Yet over time she began to except and enjoy these sessions of penetration.  Years had past with Belle being the prisoner of the Beast. On the eve of the first day she was his prisoner, he had a special anniversary dinner prepared.  Belle was dressed in an elegant ball gown the color of the suns golden rays, complete with long silken gloves and beadary about her hair to match. The Beast had appeared in a darkened blue ensemble bringing out the blue of his eyes. The gold trim about his jacket popped against his fur. He presented her with a single lavender rose. At the gift Belle softly caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand before leaning up as high as she was possible to kiss her Beast softly. He excepted her lips returning the a passion filled kiss. She slide her tongue along the outside of his full lips than  tangling with his inside his mouth. Something stirred inside both of them, in him it was the soon to be release of seed inside his trousers and in his slaved Beauty. In her was the growing of a new creature that would one day have the gentleness of his mother but also the aggressiveness for a sexual need to be filled like his father. As the walked up the stairs to the east wing, toward his bedroom, she thought maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow she would tell him but tonight she would yet again fulfill his need for a release. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: January 16th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-charizard