Based on the number of views and likes/comments/kudos, this is a more popular story. So I decided to add a new chapter continuing the plight of poor Belle.

Not so Fairytale Ending – Part 2

Starring:

Gaston

Belle

Anna

Ariel

The room was an opulent bedchamber; massive and filled with comfortable furnishing. The ceiling was thirty feet high. One entire wall was filled with a single fireplace and two smaller one's placed on other walls filled the room with a warm glow. The bed was more than ten feet square and was held in an ornately carved frame of dark wood, obviously handmade at great time and cost. A table for eating and a desk for writing occupied two corners while a seating area with soft chairs and sofas filled the bottom half of the room.

The stone floor, normally cold on dark nights, was covered by exotic rugs from all over the world. The walls of the same stone were covered with tapestries all of which showed the same image; a large man with huge muscles and dark hair who was shown in various poses of conquest whether with various animals he had hunted were displayed or surrounded by numerous naked women.

The room also held within it three occupants. All three were female; all three were young with the oldest appearing in her late teens, the second of the two perhaps two years younger, and the last two years younger than her at perhaps fifteen. Lastly, all three young women had another feature in common, other than being beautiful, in that they were all completely nude.

From their bare feet up, they wore no clothing of any sort. The only thing they could be described as wearing was that each wore a collar. Not a leather one tightly fastened to her skin but a ring of gold or perhaps some metal then plated with gold. The ring was slightly larger than the girl's neck allowing it to rest on her shoulders. The collar though had no crease or hinge; in fact it showed no way it had been fastened and therefore one could surmise, had no way to be removed.

The three women were most easily distinguished by their hair color; the oldest had thick long brown as a deep chestnut; the middle female had hair of strawberry blonde with a strange white streak running from the top to the tips; and lastly, the youngest girl had hair that was bright red. All three women's hair was long and thick and full as if it had been allowed to grow for some time and each had it pulled back in a pony tail letting it fall down their backs.

Finally, the last item of note was that two of the women were pregnant. The brown haired beauty was the most heavily so. She appeared in the final weeks of her term with a large bulbous belly that protruded heavily and breasts that hung heavy with lactation. The strawberry blonde too was with child but she appeared far less along in the process. With only a slight bump she was perhaps just starting her second trimester. The third red haired girl showed no signs of such a condition and if she was carrying she did not show it yet.

All three women stood in rigid attention at the foot of the bed. Each stood with their bare feet shoulders width apart and leaning slightly forward at the waist. Their arms were raised and their hands placed behind each of their heads with their fingers interlocked.

Each woman stared straight ahead with little emotion on their faces even though all three showed streaks on their cheeks from recent tears.

The red haired girl was the only who made any sound; she was softly crying.

All three women jumped slightly when they heard someone approaching from outside the room.

"Oh god! He's coming back," the red haired girl said with a panicked tone as she started crying harder.

"Quiet!" the strawberry blonde snapped at her but keeping her voice to barely a whisper, "Belle, we have to keep her quiet!"

The oldest of them, the brown haired young woman, responded speaking to the youngest, "Ariel, please calm down; it'll be alright."

All three women knew she was lying as it was not going to be all right but the red haired girl did seem to get her sobbing under control just as they heard the sound of a key in the door turn and the familiar 'Clack!' of the door being unlocked from the outside. This bedroom, as warm and comfortable as it seemed was in fact their prison.

As the door opened, all three young women immediately dropped their faces and stared at the floor.

From this position they were unable to see the person who walked in. They could only see the man's heavy black leather boots as he strode past. They could hear his pausing to relock the door, thereby cutting off any hope any of them had to try to bolt for the exit and run free. They were sure he had the key on his person but didn't know where.

The man ignored the occupants when he entered the bed chamber walking around the room, removing his coat and hanging it up, pouring a glass of wine, downing it in a single gulp. After a long minute or so, the man stood before the women looking them up and down. The women's bodies were trembling with fear and the man smiled when he saw that. He stood silently watching them stand rigid and peering down for several more minutes. He knew that not knowing what was going to happen was the worst part for them and he liked letting their terror rise before addressing them.

Clapping his hands together so loudly that all three females jumped, he spoke.

"SO! Let's get a look at you!" he practically yelled.

All three women looked up but did not move their hands from behind their heads nor did they change their position which slightly bent forward pushed their breasts out and their buttocks up. But none of the women spoke which the man seemed to dislike.

"WELL!?" he encouraged.

"HELLO GASTON!" all three females exclaimed with an obviously fake tone of excitement in their voice and a wide equally fake smile plastered on their lips.

"That's better," the man, Gaston, replied.

"Have you all missed me?"

"I-I ha-have my love!" the woman in the middle blurted out obviously trying to curry favor with Gaston and much to the anger of the other two women.

"Well, thank you Anna. I am sure Belle and Ariel feel the same way."

Both women nodded profusely to show their agreement with the sentiment, "Y-yes my master!" Belle added. Gaston turned to Ariel, the youngest and clearly the most terrified who added…"M-me too!"

Gaston smiled seemingly happy with their response.

"Time for your examinations," he said as he took a chair from the table and set it on the floor in front of the three women. All three's faces seemed to sink as they heard his words but none moved from their position on display.

Sitting down, Gaston put a finger to his lips as if thinking as he looked the three over. Raising his hand, he passed his finger past the three of them until he pointed at one…"ANNA! Come here!"

The second youngest princess's heart sank but she fought to show no outward emotion and she walked forward. Both Belle and Ariel dropped their eyes, in part due to Gaston's wishes but also to not witness what was about to happen to the third member of their group.

Anna shuffled forward, her feet not seeming to want to move. When she got close enough, Gaston reached out and grabbed her by the collar and jerked her forward, nearly off her feet, seemingly impatient with her slowness. Holding her by the collar and preventing her from moving, he began to examine her body with both his eyes and free hand.

He started by running his hand up the back of her thigh, feeling the soft flesh of her leg until it turned into her buttock which he grabbed a handful of. Anna flinched involuntarily at both the discomfort and the violation.

"Still sore?" he asked as he let go of her collar and used both hands on her hips to force her to turn and face away from him.

Her buttocks were a soft pink color in contrast to the pale white of the rest off her body. Obviously the girl had not been allowed any sunlight for quite some time. In addition to the color, several welts were evident. Some were a deeper shade of red while others had turned to light bruises but each was several inches long and seemed to match the shape of a long cane that rested in the corner next to the bed which Anna could not help but glance at.

"N-no, my...my master!"

"It's all right Anna, you can be honest. If anything I want you to tell me the truth, okay?"

"Well, perhaps a little sore," she corrected but then realizing she might have made a mistake by indicating she had lied the first time she spoke, she quickly added, "but it is worth it to prove my love for you!"

"AWWW! That is so nice of you to say," Gaston replied and Anna exhaled thankful he seemed placated.

"You know I only discipline you to help you…to make you better."

"Of course my love and I thank you for it…I want to be better for you."

The conversation was the same they had already had several times and Anna knew the script and what to say even though she wanted to break down in tears through it.

"Good, good," Gaston told her as he got back to his exam of her lithe body running his hands up her back and then down to her buttocks again.

Pulling her cheeks apart he pushed her backside open, "Are you clean back here?" asking a very intimate question casually.

"Y-yes, just like you commanded," Anna replied as Gaston forced one off his thick fingers into the slight teen girl's asshole. Not stopping until he was three knuckles in, Anna's entire body tensed and it was all she could do not to scream out as she was violated unexpectedly but she had learned the hard way not to act out at such things, hence the welts on her buttocks.

Gaston spent a good thirty second rotating and forcing his middle finger deep into Anna's rear before finally, mercifully pulling it free. Raising it, he placed it an inch from his nostrils and inhaled deeply. Smelling only a hint of excrement, he seemed satisfied. Anna nearly burst into tears at the treatment and the thought of the reason for the question which involved him anally raping her later in the evening.

"Okay," Gaston declared while slapping her across the buttocks hard…SMACK!..."That's enough, back in line."

"Belle!" he barked and the brown haired pregnant woman quickly stepped forward.

Belle had been Gaston's prisoner the longest and she knew the type of man he was from this captivity and from her life prior. To ensure Belle's total cooperation, several days after her capture, she was taken to the dungeons and shown her father, battered and disheveled in a cell. The threat was clear but Gaston, not a man of subtlety had made it anyway…cooperate of her father dies.

Since that day, Belle had done everything she could to be the perfect woman for Gaston. But even so, he always found fault with her; the bruises and welts on her body were ample proof of that.

Anna had joined the two of them several months later and young Ariel only two weeks prior.

Stepping up to her captor, he immediately took her large belly in his hands rubbing it.

"God you're beautiful!" Gaston told her as he looked up and Belle immediately smiled down at him.

"Th-thank you my lord," she stammered out.

"How far along are you?"

"Over eight months."

"My, not long now is it?"

"N-no."

Reaching behind her, Gaston wrapped his thick muscled arms around her body and pulled her into him. Lowering his head he rested it on her belly, his beard scratching her soft skin.

"Think about it Belle, how wonderful it will be. I am going to finally have the family I have always wanted."

She noted how none of what he said had anything to do with what she wanted.

Lifting his head and looking up into her eyes, "How many children should we have? Five? No…six?'I think six is a good number but at least four boys!"

Belle's heart sank as she thought about having to carry and birth five more children for this monster.

"But this one," Gaston took her belly again, "This one is a boy right?"

Belle nodded profusely, "Yes my master…a boy, I know it."

"Good, good."

Belle didn't want to think about his rage if she gave birth to a daughter in a few short weeks. Although part of her secretly prayed for a girl as she hoped Gaston would, in a rage, kill her and end this nightmare.

Reaching up, Gaston grabbed Belle's tits and held them firmly in his hands as if weighting them. Squeezing them, each nipple began to dribble white fluid.

"Good flow," he muttered, "You'll be nursing soon."

Belle smiled as if she was happy at the news as she was humiliated at being treated like a birthing cow.

Slapping her buttock, he dismissed her and waited for the third girl to step forward. Ariel, seemingly terrified did not move. Anna glanced over at her trying to be as subtle as possible; "Go!" she whispered. She knew what would happen not just to Ariel but possibly to all three of them is she angered him.

Finally, just as Gaston seemed to be getting annoyed, Ariel's feet began to move forward and she stood before him. Taking her arms, he pulled them to her sides holding her. The fifteen year old simply stared at him, her face obviously scared. Gaston seemed to grant her some leeway and did not seem angry at her lack of a smile or greeting. In fact, he seemed to enjoy her fear.

Ariel was the smallest of the three women, although all were petite. She stood barely a few inches over five feet tall and if she weighed one hundred pounds, all in the room would have been surprised. Ariel's breasts were also by far the smallest and not just because Anna and Belle's tits were swollen to various degrees from each being pregnant.

"Skinny," Gaston said not really talking to her.

As he spoke, he ran his hands up her body, twisting and turning her in his massive hands as he saw fit. Ariel offered no resistance as she was pawed at her. Pulling her head down, he reached into her mouth, forcing his fingers inside. Feeling her teeth like he might a horse, he seemed satisfied.

"The doctors tell me you are healthy though and fertile. So, I don't see an issue with getting a baby in you soon."

Tears began to run down the tiny girl's cheeks at the words, but if he noticed or cared, Gaston gave no impression. Standing…

"Okay, that's enough of that. DINNER!" He ordered.

All three women, glad to be no longer manhandled, sprang into action both thankful for the respite and also knowing their fate if they failed to move fast as Gaston liked. They each seemed to know their roles well. Ariel turned and nearly ran to grab several dishes from a side table against the wall. Ariel sprinted to a decanter of wine and filled a large glass nearly to the brim. Belle moved quickly to the fireplace and began to stir the stew that hung in a pot over the fire. Taking a bowl from the mantle, she filled it with the meaty mixture.

Gaston sat down at the table and barely had to wait a few seconds as all three women descended on him, placing his wine, utensils, and meal in front of him.

"Bread?" he inquired.

All of the female's hearts jumped as they realized they had forgotten something. All three scrambled to get a loaf from the side board and tear large piece off and serve him. Pausing to see his reaction, they sighed when he simply took the bread and tore off a chuck to soak into the stew and began eating.

All three women stood quietly and not moving along the side of the table. They knew better than to ask for food or to interrupt his meal. They would be given food by the castle staff in the morning, on a plate which they would eat off the floor. It would be all they got all day, although Belle, given her condition, was usually given more to eat later.

Once they ate, each would be set to tasks throughout the castle, their chores as Gaston called them. He said it built character for the privileged princesses to have to do some real work for a change. Then, once they had been worked all day, they were brought back to stand at attention to wait for their master to return to his chamber. Often, they had to stand for hours depending on Gaston's schedule and mood.

Through the meal, Gaston would simply blurt out commands, "WINE!" and one of the three would immediately leap to refill his glass. At one point, he dropped his spoon and Belle quickly grabbed a second to hand him as Ariel grabbed the discarded utensil before it could even clatter three times.

His meal lasted only a few minutes; Gaston ate like a pig. Wiping his mouth, he tossed the napkin to the table indicating he was done. All three women shuddered; they knew the worst part of the evening was drawing near.

At this point, the girls didn't even need instructions, they knew what to do. Belle knelt down and took one of Gaston's boots and began to pull trying to dislodge it from his foot. After some effort, she did and was immediately hit with the stench of his foot. Ignoring it, she pulled his second boot free as well.

Standing, Gaston held his hands out as Anna unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him revealing his rippling and well muscled torso and arms. Moving quickly, she then unfastened his breeches and let them fall to his knees and slid them off. Looking up she was nose to tip with his cock. Gaston turned and let the head of his massive organ slap her in the face.

"Oh, sorry," he said but she knew he had done it on purpose.

Now that he was nude, Ariel dragged a large water filled bucket with several wash rags inside which all three women rinsed and began to bath the man with. They washed him from the tips of his toes all the way up to his neck, scrubbing away his sweat and grim from the days exertions.

Anna paused as she knelt in from of him and began to wash his cock and balls. The girls tried to alternate this particular task and today fell to Anna. As she wiped and scrubbed, she could tell his organ was hardening from the sensation, growing larger with every stoke of the cloth and her hand.

Finally, the women all took a towel and dried the man from head to toe as well.

Now, clean, Gaston stretched and worked the kinks out of his athletic body. Walking towards the bed he paused and turned to face the three naked teens. He had his cock in his hand and was gently stroking it as it fully hardened as he eyed them.

"Well? Into positions!" he ordered with a tone of anger in his voice.

All three women, afraid that a whipping might accompany tonight's rape dashed to the bed and leapt onto it. All three took positions on their hands and knees, lined up side my side, first Belle, then Ariel, the lastly Anna. Belle's bulbous belly was so large it touched the top of the mattress. Each spread their knees to open up their sex to their master.

Gaston climbed onto the bed behind them. Placing both hands on Belle's buttocks, he looked down at her sex and felt his cock grow even harder. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard on the soft skin of her cheek…"WHACK!"

"UGH!" Belle grunted through gritted teeth as she felt an intense sting. She knew better than not to react which would just bring more pain until he got what he wanted.

Grabbing Ariel by the hip, he lifted her and tossed both her and Anna off the bed with ease. Both women tumbled in a heap to the hard floor as Gaston now moved in behind Belle, his chosen of the night or at least the first.

Slipping his cock into her waiting opening, Gaston thrust hard driving the tip as deep as he could.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Belle cried out as she was roughly taken with no warning or preparation. Foreplay was not a word Gaston was familiar with.

Taking Belle by the hips, Gaston starting thrusting and fucking her hard. After a minute, he took a thick handful of the princesses' hair and pulled her head back and then pulled her hands off the bed and bent her backwards. Grabbing her by the throat from behind, Gaston pressed his face against the back of her head as he kept fucking her from behind.

"You've always been my favorite Belle. Don't forget that. I'll never let you go," he whispered into her ear. Belle couldn't figure out if his words were a confession of love or a threat.

In either even, Belle couldn't debate if further as he shoved her back down hard and leaned forward. Placing his hands on the bed on either side of her, Gaston started humping her with wild abandon, thrusting in near a total loss of control.

"OH GOD! GASTON! PLEASE!"

Belle screamed as the pain was increasing. Gaston's cock was big and he was driving himself deep into her without any thought of her comfort. It felt like he was spearing her most tender of parts.

Finally, after another several minutes, Gaston stopped and pushed himself up and off her. He hadn't climaxed and Belle looked back, puzzled but thankful. She was sweating and her face red with tears staining her cheeks. Gaston too was covered with sweat and panting. His cock was still rock hard and he seemed to be fighting the urge to climax faster than he wanted.

Looking around the room, he saw Ariel and Anna standing against a wall.

"HAHAH!" he laughed, "What? You two think I forgot about you?"

Both women traded looks that said they hoped he had and Belle would be his only victim of the evening.

He snapped his fingers and they both stepped forward. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat. Taking Ariel by the collar, he held her firmly in his massive hand and eyeing her up and down.

"Anna, my cane!" he ordered.

All three women traded looks of despair as they hoped to avoid such a fate for at least this one night. As tears started to flow from Ariel's eyes, Anna moved to the corner and carried back the four foot long thin switch which was Gaston's favorite punishment method.

"I'm sorry Ariel," Anna whispered as she passed by handing the cane to their tormentor.

"Assume the position…" Gaston told the girl.

As Ariel turned to prostrate herself, Gaston added…"Anna."

Anna and Ariel traded looks as Gaston stood, towering over both of them.

"M-me?" Anna stammered.

Gaston took Anna's small face in his hand, holding her by the chin, "You don't think I see it do you?"

"I-I…Gaston, I…"

"You think you've fooled me, don't you?"

"What? No, Gaston…"

"I see your defiance, your willfulness. Even now, you are trying to argue with me."

He leaned forward and pulled Anna by the chin towards him, forcing her to her tip toes to meet him, "I am going to break you of that spirit even if it kills you."

Anna's eyes were wide with fear; his sinister tone was evident.

Letting her go, she stood stunned as he stared down at her, "Position!" he commanded.

Anna was straining not to break down sobbing as she turned and placed her hands on the mantle of the large wall length fireplace. The height of this was more than she was and just to reach she had stretch her body out, putting her teenage frame on display. Behind her, she heard Ariel scampering away and the red haired girl embracing Belle as they prepared to witness what Anna had to endure.

Swish! Swish!

Gaston swung the length of flexible cane, preparing to use it on Anna. Before she could even prepare…

SWACK!

Gaston slammed the switch into Anna' bare buttocks as hard as he could.

"EEEEEEEIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Anna screamed.

Her entire body started convulsing and without realizing it she lifted her foot. Grabbing her by the hair, Gaston yanked her head back, practically picking the girl up off the floor with one hand.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!" he yelled at her, "You know the rules. The more you move, the worse it is going to get."

Dropping her, Anna resumed her position to await the next strike which came quickly.

SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!

Three hard strikes hit in rapid succession.

"AWWW GAWD!" Anna screamed with a shrill tone as the agony of the cane surged through her.

SWACK! He added another for good measure.

"Pul-please Gaston, I-I'm sorry!" Anna begged, "I did-din-dn't mean to be willful, I-I'll d-do better! I promise."

Gaston stepped up and took Anna by the hair as he slid in behind her. Taking his cock into his free hand, he angled it towards her tiny teenage sex and entered her. Just as with Belle, he gave her no warning or foreplay and shoved his entire length inside her.

Grabbing her by the hip, he started thrusting fast, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. Gaston, seemingly unable to control his desire, was fucking her wildly. Anna's rear was bright red with several bright deep red welts forming, the pain made worse by Gaston's rough treatment of her while she was raped.

Already near climax once, he didn't seem to have much left in him was at least some consolation.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!" Gaston grunted as he exploded inside her cunt.

Anna was frozen, her eyes wide as he filled her with his cum. At least she couldn't get pregnant a second time.

Gaston stood unmoving with his cock plunged into Anna's tight young pussy as he savored his orgasm and let his seed fill her. Finally, he pulled himself free and stepped back. Anna immediately collapsed to the floor sobbing at her further degradation.

"Okay ladies, early night…grab your beds and get ready," he told the trio.

All three women moved albeit slowly. Each walked to the corner and picked up a large cushion each about three feet in diameter. They were like the beds a dog would use. Each dropped their bed at the foot of Gaston's massive one. Along with it, each of them had a small blanket to use as well.

Gaston tossed a collection of thin chains and two small padlocks per woman on the foot of the bed.

"Snap to it, I want to hit the hay," he told them to encourage them along.

Belle, Ariel and Anna each took a chain and a padlock. Each looped the U bar of the lock through the chain and to the small clasp on their collar. Once the chain was secure, each then used the second padlock to secure the free end of the chain the a similar ring on the bed frame. Each was now chained to the bed and unable to move more than a few feet from it.

Gaston stepped up and took each girl's collar in hand and checked each chain to make sure it was secure. Jerking each sharply, he followed by checking the other end hooked to the bed. Satisfied that they wouldn't be going anywhere, he climbed into his bed and lay down to sleep.

All three princesses lay down on their 'bed' as well, curling up together and under their blankets to stay warm. All three drifted to sleep crying softly and careful not to make too much noise lest they wake Gaston and suffer the consequences.

Later that night…

Belle's eyes opened. She was groggy as she felt someone over her and tugging at the chain on her collar. She looked up to see Gaston standing over the women and holding young Ariel in his beefy hand. Unhooking the red haired beauty's collar from the chain, he hoisted the petite girl up and tossed her over his shoulder.

Without a word, he carried her to the side off the bed and threw her roughly onto it. Both Belle and Anna peered up over the edge of the bed frame but neither needed to watch to know what was happening. Gaston often woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to fuck one of the girls.

Pushing Ariel's legs apart, he climbed on top of her, pinning her tiny body with his massive frame. Ariel was struggling slightly pushing at him.

Whap!

Gaston slapped the teenager across the cheek although nowhere near as hard as he could have..."HEY!" he said starkly, "Stop fighting."

Ariel seemed to quiet down.

"That's better," he said as he spread his body out on top of her preparing to penetrate her; "Although…if you want to fight a little, I guess I won't mind."

Gaston laughed at his joke as he pushed his organ, rock hard yet again, into Ariel's tight pink snatch.

"RRAAAHHHHH!" Ariel cried out in pain as she was raped.

As Gaston began to thrust, he grunted, "Let's get a baby in you too bitch!"

Both Belle and Anna sank back down to the floor and tried to go back to sleep. Neither could though as they could only try to block out the sounds of Ariel crying as she was raped and Gaston grunting as he plundered her body.

Epilogue…

Gaston looked over the trio of women; Belle, Anna, and Ariel. Each wore a sun dress, their hair perfectly done and makeup as well. Most of the bruises they wore were covered and to someone who had just arrived they might appear a happy family, sisters perhaps.

Belle stood rocking a baby back and forth in her arms. Sitting next to her was Anna who now sported a large full belly showing she was due soon to give birth to her own baby. Ariel too was showing the signs of being four to five months along in her pregnancy.

Gaston sat in a large chair enjoying the warm day surrounded by the women he referred to as his wives as they worked to set a picnic for their 'husband'.

"Sir," someone said and Gaston turned to see one off the castle servants addressing him sheepishly, "I-I'm sorry to disturb you and your family but they arrived."

"Oh good, good."

Turning to Belle, "My dear, see to lunch, I need to go check on this."

Belle smiled wide, "Of course my love."

She had gotten so good at that you could not even tell she was terrified.

Gaston followed the man around the side of the castle to a gravel area where a horse drawn wagon was sitting. The wagon was a solid one with walls and a top and its only door, on the rear, was pad locked and secure with bars indicating it was not designed for pleasurable transport. Gaston waited as the driver climbed down and opened the door.

Stepping to the opening, he peered inside. In the back were three women, each was nude and each had their hands bound by cuffs and chained to the top of the wagon.

Each woman had darker skin than the three he just left. Two of the women were of Native American descent while the third looked Arab.

Gaston smiled, "Jasmine, Pocahontas, and Tiger Lilly I presume."

The women seemed a combination of terrified and enraged. One of the Native American women tried to lunge at Gaston but the chains stopped her.

"Ooo, I like the spirit."

Turning to the men, "Get them inside; I think it's time I had a taste of some dark meat."

The end (for now?)