<div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/image2.jpg)</div><strong>Belle<br/>Location: The Evil Forest<br/>Tags: The Beast</strong><br/><br/>Belle fled the castle and into the woods.  At first her anger, fear and disappointment gave her the strength to run and run.  Finally after ten minutes or so the castle was out of sight behind the trees and low hills.  Belle slowed to a walk, her voluminous dress and silk slippers were fine for the castle but not well suited for running on the rough trail.  She continued walking, it was a good two hour walk back to the village and she wanted to get home before the sun went down.<br/><br/>As Belle continued she became increasingly uneasy.  The open, green forest where she had walked or picked flowers with Prince Adam had changed.  It was darker and creepy, the trees and underbrush hanging down ominously.  The further she walked the more the woods looked like the haunted expanse that existed before the curse was broken.  This final bit of evidence fully convinced her that Prince Adam had somehow fallen back under the influence of a curse.  Suddenly hope sprang up in her ever optimistic heart.  Maybe Prince Adam's behavior was due to an evil curse?  Maybe he was not responsible for his terrible behavior.  Belle was about to turn around and head back to try to save Prince Adam from himself when she heard the howling of wolves behind her.<br/><br/>Immediately her heart started pounding as a dagger of fear pierced her heart.  Belle remembered the last time she had encountered wolves in the forest.  She'd been headed back home and had been attacked by a starving pack of the fierce animals.  Belle would have died right there had not the Beast saved her.  Her heart thrilled as she recalled how he'd defeated the creatures and then collapsed from his wounds.  The time when Belle had nursed him back to health had begun their romance now that she thought about it.  Still, she was not going to tempt fate so she lifted her skirts and trotted off down the road, toward the village and away from the wolves.<br/><br/>Too soon the sound of the wolves echoed around her and the Beast had not come to rescue her.  Belle was truly frightened as she caught glimpses of the lean grey shapes coursing through the woods nearby.  Hoping against hope she cried out for help but the only answer was the howls of the wolves.  Now she was tripping over roots that seemed to spring out of the ground to catch her feet or tear her dress or hair in brambles and thorns that filled the pathway.  Her face and hands were scratched and she had lost a slipper as the wolves moved in.  The cruel canines darted in and worried her dress, yanking her back before leaping away.  After ten minutes of being harried and pushed Belle was weeping and sobbing.<br/><br/>Then suddenly the Beast appeared to save the day.  The wolves scattered back away from him but before Belle could run to him in thanks, he pounced on her with a savage roar.  She screamed and tried to flee but she was no match for his speed.  He attacked her in a flurry of fangs and claws.  Belle thought she was doomed as she pounded his massive form with her tiny fists in a vain attempt to ward him off.  Instead of devouring her the Beast tore her clothing to shreds and left her standing shivering and nude amongst the ruins of her clothing.    She collapsed sobbing as he leaped away, back into the trees somewhere beyond her ability to spot in the gloom of the dark woods.<br/><br/>Finally she stood, her pale skin glimmering in the darkness.  Despite her virginal attitude, her body was lush and well rounded.  Her breasts sat high on her chest and dominated her upper torso.  Belle's waist was slender, her stomach taunt and her hips well rounded and womanly.  Her shapely thighs framed a dark, triangular patch of curly hair guarding her sex.<strong>"Why are you doing this to me?  Answer me!"</strong>She sobbed,<strong>"Oh please, please come back to me my love!"</strong><br/><br/>Belle picked up the mirror and with a glance around suddenly flashed off down the path, the brambles and thorns scraping her skin as she tried to flee the beast.