Beauty and The Savage Beast (closed for slippedhalo and me)

[slippedhalo]

Belle shivered, it had been a dirty trick and she hated that it worked so easily because she really despised the act itself...still, his probing of her anus while thrusting into her flower produced the elusive climax she had been wondering about fairly quickly. As he so obviously could not longer hold back his own, Belle shook with the might of her orgasm, pressed tightly against him, her moan released into his mouth as they kissed.

 

[BadForm]

The shiver told me she still fought the pleasure she gained from this act. Such an innocent, it was truly an amazing thing to behold. Of course, much as I may have told her differently, over time "innocent" would have to be used in broader and broader terms to fit her. For now, that was not important. For now, as I felt her milk me in her orgasm I let myself go and virtually screamed as I emptied myself inside her. Jerky thrusts, one, two, three, four. Each one sent another blast of my seed deep into her. I had seldom had such an intense experience before, even the prior assault on her was not this powerful. Before had merely been an assault, a placement of my power onto her so that she would learn not to fight me. Now I had the pleasure of her needing this despite herself and so deciding to give her flesh and mind and soul to me.

As I finished, I lay there gasping, my arm holding her tightly but gently to my breast. I kissed away a drop of sweat that formed on her brow and watched her come down from her own peak. Though still not entirely soft, I withdrew from her to avoid causing her the pain of contact with oversensitized flesh. My arm held her close but gentle on top of me as I gazed into her sweet face. Now was a time for tenderness and I would show her I could be exactly so tender and loving.

 

[slippedhalo]

He held her close, gently cradled upon his broad, softly furred chest. She lay her head down, her face slightly nuzzling his neck as they both caught their breath and soon the breathing became less laboured and more the steady, deep breaths of those too drowsy to remain conscious much longer. Belle sighed and gave into the cozy comfort, melting against his form with her warm, limp body pressed against his and yawned.

 

[BadForm]

"Sleep, my precious one," I said as I felt the wondrous sensation of a pleasant dream begin to sweep my night terrors away. I let my arm fall to the small of her back such that when sleep did claim us both I would not crush the breath from her and relaxed into the wondrous feelings. Like Beauty, I too had understood the nature of our mating and the possibility of a child. I was unsure how I felt about that. Being alone for four hundred years makes you crave all of the company you can get and every noble wished to pass on their estate eventually, but just then I felt too greedy for Beauty to want to share her with anyone. And then, my thoughts were nothing as the intensity of what had just happened replayed itself within my sleep.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle had dreams of whippings, tears turning to moans of pleasure, she dreamt of enormous beastly phalluses waiting to invade any hole she exposed at any given moment, she dreamed of the shivering, warm feeling when her lover's seed came into her body in gushes....yet none of this was frightening in her dreamstate and she could laugh through it all. In the dreams, when the beast was near he would melt into something else, a feather, a book, a candle, and at one point, the face of a handsome, strong-featured noble with the same eyes staring back at her but a human face...and then that would melt and become another living, playful phallus, waiting to pleasure her again...Belle awoke with a start...It was now dark outside the windows. She sat up and looked down into the beast's face, trying to recall the handsome face from her dream, wondering if his face had once been at all like that? Such strange dreams, they haunted and amused Belle as she rose with a stretch and yawn and prepared to rise.

 

[BadForm]

I slept on, savoring dreams unlike any I had since life in the castle had become nothing but animated objects. They showed passion unlike any I had even known with the most amorous of my prior lovers. They showed a woman ready to submit to any pain for a moment of pleasure. They showed whippings and the use of molten candle wax to bring cries of passion. They showed her embarrassment as she was left on display, naked and bound like a suckling pig in the center of the dining table while a great ball went on around her. And in every scene, they showed me watching from close by, coaxing her on and finding pride in everything she overcame. Such dreams, such erotica fantasies. I felt a movement on my chest, disturbing me, and fought awakening until I could once more return to a dreamstate.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle rose to find a lovely silken robe had already been made for her and was lying across the foot of the bed. It was almost the same shade of blue as her dress had been and finely detailed. She took the robe up and slid it over her shoulders, tying it at the waist. It fitted perfectly, indeed, made for her. The first thing she'd ever had made just for her. All of her clothes were always handed down from her sisters, much like her, but still, nothing was ever just Belle's...except this robe.

She watched the beast sleep for a few moments before gliding out of the room to look for a book...oddly enough, the book she had been reading on psychology was not what she was inthe mood to peruse tonight. No, she was seeking the other book. The one with the naughty pictures in it. Somehow she felt she had not truly done the task justice by not taking her time to actually look through the book thoroughly before. Now, she intended to.

 

[BadForm]

I awoke in the middle of the night to find that I was alone. That was fine, I had politics to catch up on. I dressed and lit a lantern, turning to face my father the map. From what I saw, already some of our troops were in retreat from battle in the distant West. I sighed as I realized that I had been so preoccupied with Beauty I had not paid any attention to the King. I turned to the mirror and waved my hand over it.

His majesty was lying in bed sound asleep. For now, there was nothing I could do to help him. If I called out, then likely the queen would hear me too and I was unsure of what she would do if she saw my beastial face. I had gathered she was an emotional woman and would like as not hurl a bedpan at the mirror. That would cut off the communication that I had with the outside world permanently.

I turned back to the map and looked over it. It was easy to see where he had gone wrong. He'd let his supply carts come in too close to his troops, then allowed his troops to be flanked and driven back into them. With nowhere for them to go, many of his elite soldiers in the region had been slain. Now I could only wait until the King awoke to talk to him about ways of recovering lost ground. Yet as my eyes swept over the map I began to wonder if I even cared. If I could be forever with Beauty, did I care about the King? And if we could raise a family, did I care about the entire nation? I was no longer sure.

"Play for me," I said to the harp. "Play something the peasants might play at one of their fairs."

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle remained in the study, perusing the book of erotic art more thoroughly now than before and less shockable after her own experiences. There were still things she found unappealing but at least now it was outof personal tasteand not from prudish societal expectations that she based these opinions. After closing the book and roaming about the study some more her eyes fell upon the forbidden shelf...She stood before it studying the outside bindings of the texts she was never allowed to touch some, wondering what could be so secret inside...But, she was good. She dare not touch what she may not and she backed away, deciding to see if supper would be ready soon. She was growing hungry.

 

[BadForm]

My stomach growled like a hungry lion and reminded me of how late it actually was. Sleeping the day away with Beauty had disturbed my body clock, but not my hunger. Indeed I had built a powerful appetite exerting myself as I had. I headed down to the dining hall and found there a beautiful repast of cold meats, bread, fruits and cream. It was exactly what I needed, with one exception. Beauty was not there yet. I summoned the a steward and sent the apron that arrived to find her and summon her for supper.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle was already on her way to the dining hall when a panick stricken looking apron accosted her halfway and practically shoved her the rest of the way there. She arrived to see the beast had already arrived and she smiled as she entered the room. Her robe was not closed and she brushed the fabric aside as she knealt on the floor before him in the position he had forced her into what seemed like eons before. She had herself displayed for him as she bowed her head and said politely, "Good evening. I hope you slept well."

 

[BadForm]

To see her take up such an open and erotic pose so willingly had me aroused at once. However, I had no desire to take her again this evening. I wanted to savor her throughout the week. Her greeting to me, so caring yet somehow subservient, made me feel even more appreciative of her. I brushed her cheek and reached for a blackberry which I held for her to eat.

"Yes, Beauty. You gave me the best rest I have had in centuries. Now, I am curious, what have you yourself been doing?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle looked up and smiled, "Reading, of course." she answered, accepting another offered berry. After chewing and swallowing it she elaborated, "I thought I should go back through the book and really look at some of those pictures again. I didn't really do a thorough job of it yesterday."

 

[BadForm]

I gathered and peeled a banana as she spoke. That she had gone back to the book she had barely been able to look at was a good sign of her adaptation to her new life. That she had elaborated without being prompted was another. Still, I wished to say more. As I finished peeling the banana I asked for further elaboration.

"Tell me, how did it feel to return to the images? Was it still so horrific, or was it easier? And were there other images that appealed to you. You are, after all, some distance from being able to experience the true heaven of the submisive massochist depicted in the plate you first identified."

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle blushed and aknowledged this fact. "Yes, that is true...but it was easier this time to look through the book. I suspect some images will always bother me but many more than I would have thought possible did not. There was one which reminded me of our...'love-making?' this afternoon. He was also very big and she was tiny. She was also atop him. Only, in that painting he was blindfolded and gagged."

 

[BadForm]

I nodded, she was showing signs of being interested in both submission and domination to find desire in the picture of the bound giant. I myself knew the power of experiencing both sides of the coin, but it was not something I was ready to allow her yet. Yet. I lowered the banana towards her mouth that she could eat further.

"Beauty, I find it interesting that you would find such a picture interesting and I will offer you this. If you can prove yourself sufficiently to me over time in your pleasure at the joys of submission, then I will permit you to experience the power of domination. Understand, you will never be my equal, but you may find pleasure in providing me with some of the same joys as I will provide you."

I let her continue eating as I thought about the way forward from here. She may be ready to experience the liberating power of being blindfold and bound while being taken. It was something I would pursue with her tomorrow. When she had finished the banana, I decided to prepare for her a sandwich of pork, beef and salads. As I did so I asked one more question.

"Beauty, did you read my journal, or were you tempted to do so?"

 

[slippedhalo]

She had been in the midst of swallowing her bite of banana when the question was asked and she coughed as she had almost choked in surprise. Was he watching her somehow while she was out of his sight? How did he know? She swallowed properly and then took a moment to breathe before answering with honesty, "I stopped before the shelf. I did not touch the books there. But...I did spend a long time tempted...I was good, though. I resisted the temptation and walked away from the shelf." she answered.

 

[BadForm]

It was as I suspected, even as I hoped. One thing she had obviously missed was that nobody sensible forbid someone to not touch a book and left that book available unless they intended to simply test that person's resolve until it broke then take advantage of the opportunity to punish them. In truth the book was a trap and as I completed her sandwich I wondered how long it would take her to break, and what her reaction would be to seeing the final entry. The book had remained the same since before I had been imprisoned in my own castle. It was dateless and described my thoughts about the slow and reluctant submission of a slave. It applied to virtually any new submissive and was undated. As to the final account, it read simply:

Bring this book to me and confess your crime, else you will suffer horribly for your betrayal.

I sat and offered her the sandwich, looking down at her and considering how I would enjoy "punishing" her when she did break.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle took the sandwich gratefully and began to eat, watching him as he looked down at her, his expression a mystery. He said nothing in response to her admission but he did not get angry at her temptation and she was glad for that, wondering if he had expected it.

 

[BadForm]

For the final part of her meal I decided she would face an embarrassment and a reminder of what she had experienced but a few hours ago. I took a bowl and placed within it a selection of berries and sliced fruit. Over this I ran cream and on top of that placed a cherry. I sat again and placed this delicacy between my thighs, close to the junction of my groin. I waited until she had finished her sandwich and finally invited her to dine on the fruit.

"Beauty, for the end of your meal you will have this bowl of fruit. However, you may only use your mouth to eat it and I will be keeping it here between my thighs."

I reached for salad, meats and vegetables to begin my own meal and decided to focus on eating, seeking to know whether she would be willing to go ahead with eating from such a strange position that forced her to almost return to swallowing my manhood even when she was ignored.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle's jaw dropped momentarily. She took a deep breath as she considered this new challenge. She could forfeit and avoid the humiliation and discomfort of having to eat around, and perhaps sometimes on his manhood and testicles, but she didn't want to use up her only forfeit for the day on something she knew she could do if she put aside her pride for a little while and focused. However, there may be more challenging things to come this eve and she was afraid to give up her chance to get out of something far worse.

With a sigh that certainly indicated she wasn't looking forward to it Belle leaned forward and began to carefully lick the cream, eating the cherry first. Some of the cream got onto his phallus and sac as he had likely planned and she knew without question she would be expected to lick that off so she did it before even going back to the bowl. Eating this way took a long time and lots of care.

 

[BadForm]

The sigh was not good, the immediate cooperation good. Tomorrow she would find I could both punish and reward. For now I simply continued to eat while I felt her moving beneath me. When she splashed my turgid phallus, I was proud of her for immediately licking it away. Another reward, I thought, ticking off how she was doing and continued eating silently.

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle finally slowed down after a while at this task and asked, "And...if I am full and do not want the rest of the fruit, what should I do?" she asked looking up at him for clarification.

 

[BadForm]

"You may stop, Beauty. You have done... relatively well. You experiences tomorrow will reflect this. For now, I need to be alone. Today has been an important day for both of us, and I wish to retire to the library and journal your progress. If you wish, feel free to utilize my mirror to see if your family is available. The hour is not yet overlate."

The words were chosen to present her with many incentives to pry into the journal. What I would do when she left would likely make it irresistible.

"You may have tomorrow morning to yourself for the pleasant dreams you presented me with this evening. Spend it as you wish, Beauty."

 

[slippedhalo]

Belle rose from her knees and smiled,"Thank you." As he left the room she seated herself properly in a chair and closed her robe well. She then propped the mirror as she'd seen the beast do and called to her father. She could see her home, the fireplace was lit and her youngest sisters looked to be heading up the stairs to bed. She suspected the oldest two were each in their own respective homes with their husbands at this hour.

She called out once more and a hesitant, dubious face of a man who'd been suffering such heartache appeared to her...brightening with a misxture of disbelief and joy as he saw her. "Belle! My Belle, is it really you?" he gasped and his face, aged suddenly in the past few days now split with a grin which brought some of his youth back.

"Yes, papa. It is me. I have been allowed to borrow this enchanted looking glass to speak with you. To tell you not to worry for me. I am well."

They spoke of food, wine, music, books, lovely ballrooms...all things she wanted to convey to him to ease his mind. They never spoke of the beast nor what he might be doing to and with her, she knew he was likely aware of it and denying it to keep his own sanity. She knew also it just wouldn't be proper to speak of. She didn't really want him to know because in that area she was really not suffering either. She truly liked some of it and that would make her look wanton and depraved to those who were not living life in her skin at the moment. They spoke of her sisters and of the eldest's huge belly. The baby was due anytime and the midwife seemed certain it would be a girl. "She wants to name it Belle if it is a girl, my love, in honor of you but I told her not to. You are not dead. It's up to you. What should I tell her?"

Belle considered this question, "Tell her not to do anything out of pure tradition and to do what she feels she truly wants." she answered, not wanting to burdon anyone with an assumed bad luck but also feeling it would at least ensure they never forgot her if they named the baby after her. Still, she wanted her sister to do what made her happiest and not what she thought others would expect. Belle knew for herself that sort of behavior can shackle one in a way that keeps them from truly knowing who they are and what brings them joy.

After they had exhausted themselves saying all they could to one another Belle finally had to break off the conversation, "Papa, I will try to get use of the mirror regularly from now on. So, please don't fret. This is not the last time we will speak. But, I must go, it's very late."

"Belle, before you go...I have to know...do you hate me for what I have done?"

Belle's eyes brimmed with tears and for a moment her face stormed over..."I did..." she began in honesty...but the storm passed and her expression was again that of saddened love, "But, I forgive you, father. Don't cry for me anymore but just know that because of your choice I shall never be the same." and with that she put the mirror down and went to her own room to cry herself to sleep.