Beauty and the Beast (closed for Rocket1010)

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Name: Belle
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Belle lived in a little town. It was a quiet village. Every day was like the one before. It was a little village with little minded people. Belle found life boring. She wanted more than this provincial life. She wanted adventure in the great wide somewhere. She wanted it more than she could tell. She knew she didn't quite fit in and she would love to have someone understand that she wanted much more than the rest of the villagers had planned. Belle was the beauty of the town which wasn't a surprise when her name meant beauty. She was so much more than a beauty though with her head constantly stuck in a book. Now Belle lived with her father Maurice. He was an inventor and sadly not all of his inventions worked as planned but he finally had a break through with one invention so had taken it off to a fair.

Belle was expecting him back today but it was getting later and she began to worry. She heard an ever so familiar sound Philippe the families horse. She went out to greet her father but he wasn't there. Philippe was shaken up and that meant one thing something had happened in the woods. Belle did not hesitate to jump on the horse and ride on to find her dear old father. She wasn't scared. She was brave, kind , caring and determined. Philippe led her to a big, old, grand castle. She wondered why her father would anywhere near a place like this. She very calmly got off the horse and knocked on the door. There was no answer but the door creaked open and she stepped in. "Hello." She called out and got no response. She picked up a candle arbour to help her see in the dark.

She found stairs and went up the. The stairs led up to a tower. "Papa where are you?" She shouted. "Belle I'm here." She heard her father. She followed the voice and found him in a cell. "Who did this to you?" She asked. "Belle you must get out of here before he comes." Her father said. "No I will not leave you." She said. She held her father's hand through the bars. She felt a claw like hand on her shoulder and then heard a voice behind her. "What are you doing here?" A rough voice said. "Run Belle." Maurice shouted. She turned to see a figure in the shadow. "Who's there? Who are you?" She questioned the shadowy figure. She felt a little scared and her heart was racing wildly.
 
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Andre Dupree
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The Beast:
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Andre shuffled in the dark shadows of the tower listening to the old man in the cell. He claimed he had lost his way and came upon the castle by accident. To Andre it was a ruse and he didn’t believe the man. In fact Andre didn’t believe anything and was cold hearted ever since he lost both his parents to a notorious highway robber. People from the village tried to console the prince but his heart grew colder and harder each day.

One day a woman, dressed as beggar showed up at his door asking for shelter from the oncoming storm. When he asked her to pay an outrageous sum, she bowed her head and offered only a magic rose. Andre laughed at the woman, sending her out into the storm. Before she left, she called him a beast, handing him the rose, telling him “You will remain a heartless and cruel beast until you learn to love another and earn her love in return. Your staff will be here but unseen by you or any other person and the memory of this place will be wiped from the minds of all who visit.”

The laugh that came from him was wicked and cruel. “Be gone woman and never darken my door again.”

The woman turned and left, leaving Andre alone. Walking into the spacious dining room, he rang for his servants but none showed. He rang the bell repeatedly only to have the same result. Silence. Andre walked up the circular steps to the upper level and in a long hallway, he glanced in a full length mirror, letting out a primal scream. For in the mirror he had the head of a beast but the body of a man. He tore at his clothes and standing naked, he saw his hands had taken on the shape of claws and the only other change was his facial appearance. His muscles bulged in all the right places and his member lay flaccid, hanging between his thighs.

Searching the entire castle, he found no one. The days and nights went by with no sign of his staff or visitation of friends or acquaintances. Each passing day and night brought about more loneliness and deeper anger. His demeanor became bitterer and soon he took to wandering the woods until he came upon a village. There he abducted women, taking them back to the castle for his carnal sexual pleasures. He had certain sexual desires that some of the women enjoyed but others were squeamish, not liking the feel of his toys against their tender skin. He hoped that one of them would break the spell but no one did. He released them after he had his pleasure and sent them back to their homes with no recollection of where they had been. The townsfolk were relieved to have the missing women back but all the questions they asked produced no answers as to where they had disappeared too.

Now in the darkness with the old man telling him he wanted only to go home and he would never reveal what he saw, Andre smirked. He didn’t trust the old man and then he heard the sound of hoof beats outside. He smiled looking out the open windows of the castle tower, seeing a figure get off the horse the old man was riding earlier in the day.

Andre smirked when he heard the soft feminine voice calling out for her papa and he answered her. Before long she was in the room, while he stood off in the shadows waiting to see what would happen. The father tried to warn her but she seemed so concerned with his imprisonment, telling him she would not leave him. Andre reached out, touching the young woman on the shoulder and saying in a rough voice, “what are you doing here?”

The beast stood in the darkness, seeing her turn to face him. Andre stepped forward and the light of the candle she was holding illuminated his beastly facial features. “The question is who are you and what are you doing in my castle?” Andre could see her startled and scared look as she tried to stumble away from his grasp.

“Run Belle …… Run!” screamed the old man once more. “He’s a monster,”

The beast grabbed Belle’s hand and pulled her toward him. “You should have listened to your papa Belle,” he snickered. The beast pulled her to the cell and with a swift movement, opened the door and threw her in with her father. He glared at the young woman and felt a stirring in his loins. “Now what am I going to do to you two. You have trespassed onto my property? Yes what should I do with you?” he mused taking in the beauty of Belle hugging her father.
 
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"I'm Belle. You have my father locked up. Why is he in a cell?" Belle said. Seeing the figure step out the shadow she was startled and stunned to see a giant beast. She was confused by how this could be. She was extremely scared and worried. Her breathing was faster and her heart raced. She stepped back and bumped into the wall.

Feeling the beasts claw grab her slender arm made her scream. He threw her into the cell with her father. Her father was looking weak. She held her father. She was keeping really calm and trying not to show much fear. She could not believe the situation they were in. Yes she had wanted more than her boring life but she didn't have this in mind. She had wanted to get out there and travel, explore and learn lots but right now it didn't seem possible.

Her dear old father was shaking. She looked at the beast with no fear in her eyes. "Please let my papa go I will stay here forever as your prisoner but please just let him go." She said. "No Belle no." Her father said. She would do anything for her father even stay with this dangerous beast. She just wanted her father to be okay. He was old, frail and weak. He wouldn't survive this and she didn't want him to die her. She was young, full of strength and will.

"I won't fight you. I won't try to run away. Please let my father go. I'll do anything for his release. Please you must have some kind of humanity." She said. She brushed her hair out of her face. She looked at him just hoping he would let her dear old father go. She wondered what life was going to be like here as his prisoner. She felt all hope of a good life was gone. She had no chance of adventures in the great wide open and she'd never meet anyone who understand her being locked up here in the cell.
 
The beast looked at the father and daughter hugging and for a moment felt some compassion. But he had been duped before by men and women who sought to take advantage of him. He remembered how when his parents were found killed by a highway robber, the townspeople offered help but instead tried to raid his castle. And then there was the enchantress who did this to him, made him into a monster.

He listened to her plead for her father's release, telling him she would trade herself for him. His claw-like hand smoothed out his beard as he thought of her as his captive forever. She said she would not fight him or run away but he knew from past experience the women always tried to run away ..... run away from the beast. "Why should I believe you Belle? As soon as your father is released he will go to the town and get Gaston to come here and rescue you."

He sighed thinking of what she said. "I had humility and the townspeople turned on me, trying to ransack my castle and steal my valuables. What makes you so sure your father won't go back into town and tell everyone? After I was turned into a monster, no one bothered me or wanted to visit. Tell me Belle, what assurance can you give me that your papa will let us alone?"

The beast looked at Belle and noticed in the soft light the beauty on her face and the curves of her body. He again felt a surge of interest in his body but he knew he couldn't be too careful with her. But still erotic thoughts started to creep into his head of what he wanted to do to her.

Shaking his head, he chuckled. "I don't believe you Belle. Your father said he came here by mistake but I've heard that in the past. No I will keep you both prisoners until I can be assured you will not try to bring harm to me."

The beast turned to leave and heard her call to him. He sighed and turned to her. "What is it you want Belle?"
 
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"You should believe me because I'm a honest person who has never told a lie in my entire life. I believe in telling the truth and being honest at all times." Belle said. She was worried for her father. She would hate life here but she would survive but her dear old father would surely not last even a few days. He wasn't as strong as her and recently had been quite unwell. Belle would do anything for her father because she loved him deeply and he was all she had in her life. He had raised her on his own from when she was a baby and her mother had died.

"I did come by your castle by mistake. My horse got scared by wolves and brought me here. It was a storm and I thought the master of the house would help me not lock me up in a cell. Me and my daughter would never harm anyone. We are good and honest town folk." Her father said. The beast began to leave. "No wait listen to me." Belle said. She was really wanting to persuade him into letting her father go and only keeping her. She was unsure if he would actually listen to her and change his mind but she wasn't one to give up easily.

"I swear on my father's life I will not fight or disobey you. I will be your prisoner and slave for my entire life. My Papa will not say a word because if he does you will have the right to kill his only daughter. "Belle no." Her father said. "Papa you have to swear on my life so you can freedom. Please Papa I want to do this for you. You can live life without me knowing I'm alive and well but you can't live knowing I'm in hell because you are in a cell slowly dying." She said. "I swear on Belle's life that I will tell no one of what I've seen here. Just please take care of my only daughter." He said.
 
The beast listened to Belle tell him she was honest and trustworthy. For a moment he believed her. There was something in the way she said it that made him want to believe her. But years of hiding in the castle because of the way he looked, made him wary of her words. And as she spoke, he could see she was concerned about her father and the Beast had to admit, the old man didn't look healthy.

The old man tried to tell the Beast once more that he came upon the castle by mistake but the Beast turned away not wanting to hear his sad tale again. But then Belle again made an effort to convince the Beast and he watched her facial expressions as she spoke. He became more convinced that she was telling the truth but deep inside he still didn't believe her. How do you just throw what has happened for years to the wind and start believing again?

He thought of her being his prisoner and slave. The idea intrigued him that she would be so willing to give up her life for her father and be his forever. Thoughts of her submitting to his sensual and erotic longings, sent a ripple of lust through his body. Would she willingly give in to his erotic fetishes that other women found frightening? Would she try to run away from him like so many before her had?

When the old man swore on Belle's life that he would tell no one, the Beast felt as though he was telling the truth. It was time to make a decision. The Beast walked to the cell and opened the door, walking inside.

He grabbed Belle, pulling her back against him so the old man could see them both. "I'm going to grant you your wish Belle and let your father go." He looked at the old man. "If you tell anyone about where your daughter is, I will kill her in front of the mob you send."

The Beast could feel Belle's warm body against his and he smelled her scent. "Now go old man and I will give you something to hold onto while your daughter is my slave. You may come back in six months and visit your daughter to know that she is ok."

The Beast felt Belle's body relax and the old man had a glint of appreciation in his eyes. "Go now before I change my mind old man. Give your daughter a hug and kiss and then be on your way."
 
Belle saw the Beast walk to the cell. She was hoping and praying that he was going to let her dear papa go. He grabbed hold of her and she had to use all her inner strength not to scream or cry. This was Beast was extremely scary. She was confused about how a Beast like him could be. He had a human voice and human eyes but the rest of him look like a wolf, bear and a beast. He held her against him. Her father looked at his sweet darling daughter being held by a horrid Beast.

He knew one day he would lose his daughter but not to a Beast her husband but he was fearful that his sweet angel wouldn’t get this chance now because she was the Beasts forever now. He thought she was such a wonderfully kind person to give herself for him. She reminded him of her mother and that was so hard sometimes. “Thank you.” She said when he confirmed he would let her father go. Her body trembled a little scared as he told her father he would kill her if a mob came.

She was surprised that he said her father could visit her in six months. She knew seeing her father again would get her through whatever hell she would be living through. She relaxed and stop shaking. She ran to her papa and hugged him. “Make sure you eat and take care of yourself. I will miss you papa.” She said. “Oh, Belle I am so sorry to have got you into this.” He said. “Stop it isn’t your fault. I love you. I will see you in six months.” She said kissing her father’s cheek.

She watched her father walk away. It hurt knowing she wouldn’t see him for six months. They had never been apart her whole life. He was all she had. She dried tears away. “So, what have I signed myself up for?” She asked looking at the Beast.
 
The beast held Belle close to him and then released her so she could hug her father. He listened to her tell the old man to take care of himself and she would see him in six months. He could tell they cared deeply for each other as they hugged and cried.

He too had once loved and was devoted to his parents but they were taken from him and his heart turned cold as ice. They were talking but the beast stood silently watching but not feeling any emotions. Why should he, he had no one to love ..... no one to hold .... it was all taken away from him by a highway robber and the enchantress who gave him a magic rose but then turned him into a beast.

The old man turned and thanked the beast. "Thank you and please take care of my daughter ..... she is all I have."

"Be gone old man before I change my mind."

The beast saw the old man and daughter exchange one last look and then he was gone. "What have you resigned yourself too?" the beast said.

"You are mine to do with as I please," he said in a soft voice looking at the summer dress she was wearing. "You are to please me no matter what and right now I want to see you naked." He licked his lips waiting for Belle to disrobe and present her charms to him. Many times in the past he had requested the same of his captives but he had a feeling she was different.
 
Belle was quite scared about her future here but she was keeping it together. She was keeping herself calm on the outside while she was falling apart inside. She would never see outside again and she so loved being outside. Being outside made her feel free like a bird let out of its cage but once again she was being caged in. She felt trapped for life and she saw no happy ending coming from this new life.

When she heard him say she was his to do as he pleased with she sensed his plans for her weren’t ones she would be happy about. He was looking at her like she was a slab of meat. She felt sick when he told her he wanted to see her naked. That animalistic lick of his lips like he was hungry for her body. She had never been naked in front of anyone. She never expected to be put in a position like this.

She looked at him shaking a little. “No please I have never been naked in front of anyone in my entire life. I don’t want to be naked in front anyone let alone you. You’re supposed to save getting naked for your husband not some Beast.” She said.
 
The Beast stood watching Belle struggle with his request. It was obvious that she was shy and had not done this for anyone else. He looked at the sun dress, his eyes taking in her curves while his mind conjured up visions of what she would look like naked.

He could see she was uncomfortable with his request and her hand were shaking a little as she started to speak. The Beast listened to her talk about never being naked in front of anyone." When she told him she didn't want to be naked in front him, his eyes narrowed. And then when she said she was supposed to save herself for her husband and not some Beast, he got angry.

She was just like all the others. She didn't want anything to do with him because of his looks. She didn't know that at one time in the distant past he was a handsome prince with the world at his feet. Thanks to the highway robber and the enchantress, all that changed.

He moved close to her, his breathing getting more rapid as the anger inside him seethed. "So you want to save yourself do you? Well I have news for you Belle .... you are never going to find a man to marry you when I done with you. You are just like all the others."

His breathing was hard and he looked at the frightened woman standing before him. He would not tell her of his past. There was no use to tell her anything. "When I ask for something I expect it to be done," he said reaching out to hook her dress with his claw-like hand. Pulling hard he heard the ripping sound echo off the walls as the dress fell away.

He stood in front of her holding the torn dress as she tried to cover herself. "Now move your hands away so I can see what I have to play with," he ordered. It was not a request but a demand.
 
She screamed feeling his claws rip the dress off her body. She was truly frightened. She had wanted more than her boring town but right now she would do anything to be back there living the same old life. She knew her life would never ever be the same again. She was his forever.

She gripped the dress trying to cover herself. Her body was trembling. She was so scared and knew what was going to happen. Tears filled her eyes. She heard a difference in his voices he wasn’t requesting anymore he was demanding. She knew if she disobeyed it would not end well. As she let the dress drop to the floor a tear rolled down her porcelain skin. She stood looking at him through her tears.
 
The Beast had seen it all before, the frightened look, the tears, and the anger at having to disrobe for him. She was like all the other women ..... afraid of him. Would she feel different if she knew his secret? Would she gladly give her body to him if she knew he was a handsome prince caught in the body of a Beast? But what would be the sense telling her, she was like all the others.

He looked at her skin which was much fairer and evidently softer than the others before her. The small stream of water that had fallen from her eyes, hit the soft globes of her breasts and stopped near the brown orb adorning the end of them.

Walking closer, he saw her tremble when he put his claw-like hand on her shoulder and then ran it down to the soft globes. She was the same as all the other but there was something different about her. The others usually trembled a lot and cried uncontrollably but not her. He felt a bit of defiance emanating from her.

"That's a good girl," he said softly as he moved behind her and then wrapped his arms around her, his hands covering her breasts, softly squeezing them as one would do when picking ripe fruit.

Laying his chin on her shoulder, he kissed her earlobe and then whispered, "You are lovelier than all the others. I'm going to enjoy having my way with you." To make his point, he nibbled on her earlobe and squeezed her breasts harder. "There is nowhere to run girl. But if you want to resist .... I love a challenge." Pressing his body against her backside, he knew she could feel his hunger touching her ass cheeks.
 
She felt his big claw hand on her shoulder. It moved down to her boobs. She closed her eyes. She told herself stop it don't let him have the pleasure of making you scared and sad. She opened her eyes and stopped crying. Her face was emotionless like a robot just standing there. She was not going to be scared anymore. She was going to brave and face her fate.

She knew God had some reason for putting her through this hell. His voice and touch made her skin crawl. He squeezed at her boobs. He rested his chin on her shoulder. He began telling her she was the loveliest he had seen. She knew exactly what he was going to do to her. He pressed up against her. She knew right now he wanted her to fight but she was smart he expected so she definitely wasn't going to give him it.

She would wait and be calculated when fighting. She would make him feel like she was behaving and starting to fit into her new life with ease. She was feeling nervous and wondered what he was going to do to her. Her heart was racing so fast.
 
The beast felt her body tense up as he told her to resist but then suddenly her muscles relaxed and there was no resistance. This was not expected. All the other women resisted, some strongly, others not as strong but always resisting. He sensed she was digging deep within her to summon courage.

Maybe she was different from all the others. But then the thought disappeared and sadness covered his heart. She was like all the rest .... thinking and telling him how awful he looked and afraid of him. Anger again welled up inside him and he turned her around to face him, looking directly into her eyes. He didn't see anything that changed his mind about her.

"Such a lovely body for an ugly beast like me. You will not escape so don't think about it." Pushing her back against the cold stone wall, he pulled her arms over her head and quickly secured them in iron cuffs hanging from the wall. 'Let's see if she could keep the calm façade,' he thought as he stepped back and took in her beauty.

Reaching out, his claw-like fingers ran over her breasts and then down, over her taut muscular abdomen until he was touching the tip of her sex. "I told you I was going to have my way with you and take whatever I want." He pushed his finger against the soft pedals until they parted and it slipped inside the warm cavern. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" he asked feeling the slippery jewel.
 
She fell back against the wall and it was cold on her back. He pulled her arms above her head and connected them to the wall with big iron cuffs. He was eyeing her like she was a slab of meat. She felt so uncomfortable but she was keeping herself emotionless just looking at the beast who had stolen her freedom.

He reached out and his claws ran over her boobs and then down to her slim stomach. She was keeping composed on the outside but inside she was feeling sick and repulsed. She felt his claws against her untouched pussy. She gasped out nobody had ever touched her there ever and it felt so wrong it was him touching her. “No I don’t.” She said in a very emotionless voice.
 
Her answer was the same as all the other women he had chained up in this cell. But she was more emotionless than the others. They had cried and screamed, calling him names and a beast. But this girl, Belle, she was trying to remain stoic and unemotional. But then why would she have any feelings for him, she was his prisoner, trading her life for her father's life.

So you don't like it when I touch you like this. He pushed his finger deeper between the outer folds of her pussy feeling a slight hint of moisture. Rubbing it gently, he moved closer to you. "You will have to learn to like this or it will be a long life for you."

He wished he could tell her about the spell but the enchantress had told him the only way to break the spell was for a beauty to fall in love with him on her own. He could not coax her or tell her about the enchantress. If he did, the spell would last forever with no hope of being broken.

Pulling his finger out of her pussy, he saw a glimmer of juice on his fingertips. Putting his finger claw into his mouth, he tasted Belle's nectar. "Mmmm you taste good woman. I'm going to enjoy our time together."

Pushing his finger back into her pussy, he shoved it deeper feeling a resistance. "Tell me now woman ..... are you ..... are you a virgin?
 
“I will never enjoy you touching my body without permission. I will never like what you do to me against my will. You are a horrible man and I am not surprised you have no one here because all you do is harm.” Belle said through gritted teeth.

She was still keeping quite calm although she just had that little outburst. She wasn’t showing fear of him although she did but she didn’t want to give him such a pleasure of scaring her. He pulled his claw fingers out of her. She watched him tasting her involuntary juices on his claws.

His fingers returned to her pussy. Her pussy resisted. She wished her body could completely resist and defend itself against him but she knew she couldn’t. “Yes, I am a virgin. I was saving myself for marriage but I know you’re going to steal it from me.” She said.
 
Steal it from her. She know what was stolen from him. His parents and his life were stolen and now he was turned into a beast by an enchantress. She had her beauty and always would have her beauty but he .... oh he had to hide his hideous face in the castle, branded forever as a beast until someone would love him unconditionally.

"You were saving yourself for who a prince or a knight in shining armor. You don't realize that some people have given up far greater than your virginity." "Andre had to stop from spilling the truth about him. Pulling his finger from her pussy he undid the chains holding her wrist high above her head.

"I don't want to steal anything from you that doesn't belong to me," he said with a great sadness in his voice. "Get dressed Belle and I will go fetch you some food from the kitchen."

He left, closing the iron door behind him, leaving Belle to dress. She was different from the rest in some manners but she still looked on him as a monster. He was in a state of flux as to what to do with her. Keep her locked up or let her roam the house. If she roamed she might find a way to escape and if she did he would go looking for not only her but her father.
 
“I don’t believe in knights in shining armour. I don’t need prince to save me. I don’t want a man who thinks just because he saves he has right to me. Love doesn’t work with one person saving the other and then the saved party must fall in love out of gratitude. Love is earnt on both sides and looks don’t matter.” Belle said. Belle wasn’t one who looked to a person’s looks to judge them. She looked at their deed towards her. To her the beast had been nothing but cruel and mean so of course she saw him as a beast not because of how he looked but his actions.

She was pleasantly surprised he uncuffed her and seemed to be not continuing his attack. She could hear and see sadness from the beast which stunned her. “Thank you.” She said in her sweet and soothing tone. She watched him walk away. She didn’t know what he wanted her to wear he had torn her dress. “Here you go miss.” She heard a voice say and she jumped. She looked around to see who it was and couldn’t see anyone. She felt scared. She out of the corner of her eye spotted a candelabra. She noticed he seemed to have some cloth in his hand, yes hand. She thought she was seeing things.

“Miss dress before master returns. I am Lumiere.” Lumiere said making her jump scared. She let out a scream. “It is okay miss.” Lumiere said. She took the dress- https://i.pinimg.com/736x/31/fc/37/...mer-dresses-sundresses-blue-beach-dresses.jpg and slid into it.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen. “Master she could be the one to break the spell.” Cogsworth said. “Master he is right. You should give her room and have dinner with her.” Mrs Potts said. The enchanted objects were trying to persuade him to treat Belle well to at least try and break the spell they were all under.
 
As the beast walked to the kitchen he thought about her telling him she didn’t believe in knights in shining armor and she didn’t need a prince to save her. She didn’t realize she was talking to a prince caught in the body of a beast. Thanks to the enchantress.

She was different than the others he had captured and made his prisoner. She seemed to have a lot of confidence and acted as if she wasn’t afraid of him. Could she be the one who finally broke the spell on him and his household? She looked at him as an evil person but she didn’t realize that years of being caught in a beast’s body made him suspicious of everyone.

In the kitchen he heard the voices of Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts. “No she is not the one,” he said rather dejectedly. “You may fix her dinner and have her go to the dining hall. I will be in my study and you may serve my food there.”

“But Master wouldn’t it be more prudent to have dinner with her,” Cogsworth interjected.

“No she has already formed her opinion of me and she is to remain here as my prisoner and you are to make sure she gets everything she needs …. Food …. Fine clothes…. Is that understood”

“Yes Master,” they both said simultaneously.

“Very good. Did Lumiere give the dress to wear?”

“Yes Master she is putting it on as we speak. I think it is your favorite color Master.”

“Yes it is but that doesn’t matter to her. She thinks I am a monster. Cogworth please see that Belle is escorted to the main dining hall and prepare an excellent dinner for her. I will be eating by myself in my study. And not a word about the enchanted rooms. She will have to find them on her own.”

Cogsworth looked at Mrs. Potts. “Do you think this one will have the dreams of the Master as he really looks when she retires tonight?”

“Only time will tell. All the other women were afraid of the erotic dreams of the Master.”

The beast turned at the door. “And one more thing. Show her to the bedroom suite and make sure she is comfortable. And one last thing, that will be enough of that talk about the erotic dreams. If she is truly the one, she will come to accept the dreams. But she must know that we are one in the same. She will have to figure that out for herself.
 
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Belle was rather happy when Lumiere turned away so she could dress in privacy. She didn’t want prying eyes on her. She hoped that the she wasn’t going insane seeing a talking candelabra. She had only been here less than a few hours and if she was already seeing things it wouldn’t be too long until she went completely insane. “Master isn’t all bad.” Lumiere said from behind her. “Well I have only seen bad. I judge from what I’ve seen and experienced and I only know the bad. I believe everyone has good in them but if he does it is buried deep, down in him.” She said. She didn’t like to judge people because she knew what it was like to be judged. There was no one like her in her town. She loved books and wanted more than just being someone’s wife. The beast wasn’t making it easy for this kind and sweet girl to give him the benefit of the doubt.

She heard someone coming but it wasn’t loud footsteps so not the beast. “Master is allowing you to have dinner in the great dining room.” A voice said. “Another talking antique?” She asked Lumiere. “Oh, it is only Cogsworth a clock I wouldn’t call him antique he is just old and grumpy not anything fancy.” Lumiere said. Belle saw a clock appear from the shadows. “Hello Cogsworth if he, is going to be there I’d rather eat in the cell.” She said. “No, he is eating in his study.” Cogsworth said. She nodded and began following the clock and candelabra. She wondered what other enchanted objects there would be. She was brought into a big great dining room. It looked like it must have seen some great dinners and better days than now. The castles rooms were pretty run down and uncared for. She sat down at the table. She heard a teapot piping and saw a trolley roll in by its own. “It has been so long since we had a guest.” The teapot said. “Well I am not a guest I am a prisoner.” She said. “Oh, dear I know you’ve been through an awful lot today but I have always found tea makes everything better. I am Mrs Potts.” Mrs Potts said. “I am Chip.” The teacup said. Belle smiled the first smile since she had been here.

“One lump or two.” Mrs Potts said. “One please.” She said. She took her teacup Chip and sipped. Chip giggled as she sipped. She was amazed when several plates of food were brought out. They had made a banquet of food for just her. She guessed it must have been a long time since they served anyone but the beast. She tucked into the food and it was amazing so delicious and filling. She yawned it had been a long day. “Come this way Miss I will show you your room.” Lumiere said. “A room? I am a prisoner not a guest.” She said. “The Master wants you to comfortable.” Lumiere said. “He never said anything about a room.” Cogsworth said. “Hush.” Lumiere said. They led her up to a room. It was beautiful and cosy. “Sleep well Miss.” Cogsworth said before closing the door. “A woman finally.” She heard a female voice behind her. She turned to see a fancy wardrobe. “Hello you are?” She asked. “Madame De La Grande Bouche. Let me find you something to sleep in.” Madame said.

Madame found her white nightgown that she slid into. She got into the bed. She fell asleep rather quickly. She went into dream land. Her dreams were normally about her mother who had passed when she was a baby but tonight her dream was going in a strange direction. She was dreaming of the beast and he was kissing her neck his beard tickling her neck. Sweet moans coming from her lips. His claws raking over her body and instead of quivering her body was trembling with pleasure. His claws were touching her untouched pussy and making it ever so wet. He was making her feel unbelievable pleasure. She felt herself in the dream close to orgasming and then she woke feeling confused and baffled why she would dream of him like that. She got up not wanting to fall back to sleep if she would continue such a strange dream. She got up and began exploring. She was drawn to the west wing which looked like the beast had gone crazy ripping apart furniture and destroying pictures. She looked around the room and saw a beautiful rose in a glass. She gently touched the glass with one finger.
 
The beast retired to his study knowing the invisible staff would take good care of Belle. They had done there best with other guests he had made prisoners but they all were scared, crying uncontrollably until the beast knew they were not the one to break the spell. Consequently he took them back to the village, their memories erased when they left the woods and crossed the river into the village.

The sound of voices came from the great dining hall and he felt sad. Why did he turn the enchantress away so long ago? If he had only let her in maybe things would be different. But he couldn't change it now and the rose pedal he encased in glass was slowly losing its pedals. If he had not found love before the last pedal dropped he and his staff were doomed to a life of misery.

The sound of the dinner was winding down and the beast heard Lumiere tell her he would show her to her room. He smiled when the woman seemed incredulous that she was not sleeping in the cell. The beast continued to read by candlelight in his study until there was a soft knock on the door.

"Master. The woman is in bed," Lumiere reported.

"Very good Lumiere,"

The beast left the study, walking up the long winding staircase to the upper floor to where his prisoner slept. Sneaking quietly into her room he stood in the dark shadows watching her soft even breathing. When he saw her breathing quicken, he knew she was in the midst of a dream. A dream of him as he was now or a dream of Andre, the prince. And what kind of dreams was she having? Were they erotic dreams of his carnal desires?"

He thought of the old enchantress and remembered some of the words she spoke. "You must find one who loves you for who you are and one who will enjoy your erotic tastes in bondage and love. For once you find the lover who will willingly give into your carnal desires and truly love you, then the spell will be broken."

The beast heard the soft moans and watched her body squirm a little on the bed. Then suddenly she woke and the beast held his breath. If he was found out, she would surly be frightened and scream. He didn't want that. He stood absolutely still watching the young woman get out of bed, light a candle and head out the door.

He followed her at a safe distance, watching her check out the rooms. When she arrived at the west wing of the castle, the beast realized he didn't tell Lumiere to tell her the wing was off limits. He crept to the door, watching her hold up the candle, seeing the destruction he had done to the room so long ago. Memories flooded his brain of the fateful night he found out he was transformed into a beast. Rage and anger fill his soul, destroying furniture and pictures. Distraught, he left the room as it was on the that night as a reminder of his rage.

When she spied the rose encased in glass, his breath froze. Before he could say anything, she touched the glass and a pedal fell, floating softly to the table.

"NOOOOOO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" His scream filled the castle and anger filled his soul once again. "Stupid woman. What are you doing touching the glass?" His hands shook and his body quivered seeing another one of the pedals lying on the table, beginning to wilt. He saw the terror in her eyes and then he heard Lumiere's voice.

"Forgive me Master but I didn't tell Belle not to enter this room. It is my fault master."

The beast looked at the candelabra. "Then get her out of here. Take her back to her room where she belongs at night and make sure to lock the door until morning."

Looking at the frightened woman, he added, "You .... you are not allowed in this wing of the house. Do you understand? Now go and heed my words .... or .... or else you will go back to the tower cell and spend the rest of your days locked up."
 
Belle saw a petal fall from the rose fall. She jumped hearing the beasts voice shouting behind her. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He was so angry with her. It was just a rose why would he care so much? She thought he was blowing the whole out of proportion. She would not tell him that though because he looked so angry right now.

"You are not locking me in." She calmly said before running off. She ran right past her bedroom and down the stairs. She ran out of the door and found her father's horse Philippi. She jumped on the horse and began to ride off into the deep, dark forest. She knew she swore to stay but he had frightened her ever so much.

The rage he showed her had really shaken her. She could hear a howling and suddenly was cornered by a pack of wolves. She was scared and the horse was spooked. "It's okay Philippi." She tried to calm the horse. Philippi was frantic and she fell off. She reached for a fallen tree branch as they closed in on her.

To her surprise the beast appeared and began to fight the wolves. She jumped back on the horse. She saw him taking on the wolves. She was about to ride off when she saw he had fought off all the wolves but now had fallen to the floor badly injured. She didn't know if she should help or just leave him. She was having an inner battle. Would she help him or not?
 
The Beast was not surprised when Belle exclaimed she was not going to be locked up. He watched as she ran out the door and shook his head. She didn't know the significance of the rose pedals and if she did, she might not have tried to touch one of them.

Following her, the Beast was again surprised to see her running out of the castle and jumping on a horse. Didn't she know it was dangerous to ride off into the forest in the dead of night. Andre knew what was waiting for her and quickly ran to his steed and followed in the deep forest, hoping she was not in any danger.

He heard the growls of the wolf pack. It was the sound they make when they have their prey cornered and ready to pounce on the helpless animal. But he knew this was no animal. It was Belle and when he rode into the clearing he saw here lying on the ground, her horse spooked by the wolves. He saw her pick up a broken tree branch, swinging it wildly at the approaching wolf pack. They had her surrounded and it would only be a matter of moments before one of them would be brave enough to attack her. After the initial attack, the rest of the pack would follow, consuming their prey until their thirst for blood was satisfied.

The Beast knew what he must do and sprang into action, jumping into the ring of wolves and yelling to Belle. "Get out of here." He saw her jump on her horse and begin to ride off as the wolves made the circle smaller around him.

The battle began when one brave wolf jumped at him and the Beast was able to knock him off his feet. Another and then another attacked, their claws scrapping against his rough skin, causing blood to ooze out. One after another, they attacked and he beat them back with sharp claws of his own. Slowly the pack sensed he was much bigger and stronger and began to back away into the dark forest. The Beast was about to turn back to his mount when he was attacked by the leader of the pack. They fought hard, rolling around the ground, trading sharp claws until the leader lay at the Beast's feet dying. This was the ultimate signal to the rest of the pack to leave.

As the Beast began to mount his steed, he felt dizzy and then collapsed to the ground, breathing hard. He looked at his wounds, dozen of claw marks visible with blood oozing out. Again he tried to get up on his horse, but again he fell to the ground, hurt and not knowing where he was.

He lay on the ground, panting hard knowing that if he didn't get on his horse, the pack would be back with a new leader and he was in no condition to fight them again. Looking at the fallen wolf leader he saw Belle on her horse staring at him. "Go before they come back, he whispered and then his eyes closed, pain racking his body.
 
Belle was feeling all sorts of emotions and she was confused. He hadn't really shown her much kindness previously but he had just saved her life. The wolves scarped off some were quite badly wounded. She knew that she should probably just flea and just leave him there to freeze to death or for the wolves to come back and attack.

She was quite surprised by him telling her to go. She couldn't leave him there. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she left him there to die. She jumped down off of her horse. She led her horse to him. "Now you need to help me." She said softly her hands on his furry back.

She held his arms trying to lifting him but she wasn't strong enough. "Come on please stand up. Help me please." She said. She hoped he would stand up so she could get him on the horse and lead him back to the castle so she could nurse him back to health.
 
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