A/N: Life has been crappy lately. I apologize for the delay, but I am currently without a laptop/computer. I am going to try my best to keep updating, but with work and all the drama lately, it's going to be difficult, but I will do what I can. Thanks guys. Hope you, my wonderful readers, are having a better time than me right now. Enjoy. Love, Joanne.
Belle tucked her long hair under her hat, trying to blend in with her surroundings. She walked amongst the men in town, trying to keep a low profile as she looked in the marketplace for some provisions. She found what she was looking for, and paid for them.
Then, there was trouble.
I stood there, frozen in the doorway, looking at the four poster bed with several straps and chains hanging down in this red room. The bed was simple, and no frills; honestly, it could have been made of concrete. All around the room, there were these medieval torture devices: whips, scourges, a nasty looking flail that looked like it had been used, and drawn blood; and hundreds more that I didn't want to know what they were. It frightened me just by being in this room. Off to the side of the room was a manmade stocks, and it looked like that too had been used often.
"Get over here," he commanded as he pointed to the stocks. I shook with every step as I walked, and Mr. Gold pulled my hair back, and hissed into my ear. "Undress and kneel."
He let go of my hair. My heart thundered in my chest. What was he going to do to me? I quickly undressed, afraid of the retaliation. I looked down at the floor, afraid of him and falling into being submissive. He yanked my hair back once more, and kissed my neck seductively. I sighed at the tenderness. It made me weak in the knees. "You know," he whispered hotly in my ear. "You will gain no satisfaction tonight because of your actions… You will not get a release. You will stay unsatisfied."
Before I could respond, he threw me to the floor, and placed me inside the stocks, and secured it. I struggled, trying to get out, but it was no use. Mr. Gold chuckled darkly to himself, and I watched as he took one of the whips off of one of the shelves. He caressed the handle of it, and then cracked it in the air, making me jump. "You have disobeyed me. You need to be punished. Is that right?"
"Yes," I said nervously.
CRACK went the whip across my bare ass. I cried out, and gripped the wooden stocks, trying to bear the pain. "Yes, MASTER," corrected Mr. Gold.
"Yes, master," I said quickly.
"Very good, you learn fast." He gently rubbed his hand soothingly across my ass cheeks, slowly bringing them down to my sex. He parted my lips, and began to finger me roughly. I bit my lip as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, and then abruptly stopped. My head spun. I was just about to orgasm, and his fierce touch was gone. He placed hands on either side of my hips, guiding them upward. I heard the sound of his zipper being undone, and the sound of clothing being hastily taken off and thrown carelessly to the corner. "Oh, Belle…"
I heard him sigh, and then, I began to scream.
There was a mighty roar as the yaoguai ran through the marketplace. Belle's eyes widened in fear as the image from her books bellowed and ransacked the town. She took out her sword from its holster, and just when she went to swing at it, she was pulled backwards into an alleyway.
"Don't scream," said the mysterious person as they covered Belle's mouth. Belle was petrified as she stood there, unable to scream or do anything. "I'm tracking the yaoguai too. How long have you been tracking it?"
Belle's mouth was slowly uncovered. "A few days," she said hesitantly.
"I've been tracking it for months," said the stranger. "It would be in both our best interests to team up together. I have the strength to take down the beast, and you have better tracking skills than a skilled huntsman. What say you?"
"I don't even know who you are," Belle said, trying to peer into the veiled face.
"My name is Mulan," said Mulan as she pulled off her helmet, revealing herself as a female warrior.
"You're a woman," Belle said, shocked, as she took off her hat.
"So are you," retorted Mulan. "And if you trust me, and work with me, we can prove to this kingdom that a woman is worth more than just being a pretty face."
Belle took a leap of faith, and began to journey with Mulan to the yaoguai's lair.
His thrusts were angry and deep, and I screamed as he penetrated my ass. There was nothing tender, nothing loving about him abusing my asshole. He took his fill of me, pumping faster and faster, and soon finding release in hot thick spurts across my back.
I felt used and terrible. His hands left my waist, which were holding me in place, and my knees buckled and slid outward. I lay there in the stocks, feeling numb and sore. I heard a CLICK, and soon the stocks were unlocked, and Gold was picking me up, cradling me against his chest.
I squirmed against him. "I can walk," I protested. But it was all in vain. I was out cold before we made it to the bedroom.