"Please, sir, please un-ban me from the library. I'm nothing without my books," Belle said to the librarian with her hands folded like in prayer.
"Not a chance. The library is a place for reading, not somewhere to fulfill one's perverted fantasies," the librarian said with a stern look.
Belle sulked. The librarian scanned her entire body with his eyes, like he was watching an elevator go by.
"I will let you in on one condition. You're gonna have to do something for me," he said tongue in cheek. Belle looked inquiring at him. "Or rather, to me," he corrected.
Belle got the hint. "Fuck off," she just said as she turned around and walked away.
How come every guy in this town were such creeps? She was almost the only customer the librarian had as everyone here were either illiterate or just ignorant about anything other than themselves. So just from an economic standpoint, banishing her from the library was just bad business. No wonder if the shop went to the dogs after this.
Instead, Belle just went home. Her father was still off to the fair to display his newest invention, so Belle had the place to herself. She looked at the worktop in the kitchen where Jasmine had fucked her with a giant cock not that long ago. Belle missed her, wherever she might have gone.
She sat down in an armchair and sighed deeply. Her already dull life in this provincial village just became even duller. Her only form of entertainment was gone. Luckily, the librarian gave her a book for free one time before he became a dickhead. It was her favorite. Far off places, wizards, dragons, magic spells and a prince in disguise. Although she had read it loads of times already, she kept getting back to it and it kept getting better.
She turned to the first page and started reading.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were pro-"
Suddenly, Belle's reading was interrupted by a loud neighing heard from the window. It was Belle's dad's horse Phillipe, acting all hysterical. Belle looked at him, disturbed that her father wasn't with him. She threw the book on the floor and ran out to Phillipe.
"Phillipe! What are you doing here? Where's Papa? Where is he, Phillipe? What happened? Oh, we have to find him, you have to take me to him!"
She unhitched the wagon attached to the horse and mounted him. Phillipe immediately ran straight into the forest at incredibly high speed. Belle held on tight and worried about her father. She couldn't imagine what had happened to him. He could've been eaten by wolves or fallen into a pit or worse.
The horse took her down a dark, overgrown path. They stumbled down a hill and landed at the gate of a massive castle. It was a dark and mysterious fortress. Belle wondered why she had never heard or seen this place before. It was fairly close to the village after all.
"What is this place?" she asked herself.
Phillipe snorted, then began to buck as if something was scaring him. Belle dismounted him and tried to comfort him.
"Phillipe, please, steady."
She entered the enormous gates which seemed to open by itself. This was really strange, and not in a good way; more like in a this-castle-might-be-haunted-way. She noticed her father's hat on the ground.
"Papa," she whispered to herself.
She walked slowly through the main foyer. It was dark with no lights turned on and the floor was cracking alarmingly beneath her.
"Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Papa? Papa, are you here?" she tried saying, but no response was heard but her scary echo. She ascended the grand staircase and searched for her father. She advanced down a narrow hallway as a door creaked open behind her. Then she heard her father's voice from a cell.
"Belle?" he wheezed.
Belle rushed to the cell to find him lying on the dirty floor.
"Oh, Papa!" she exclaimed both happy and in distress.
"How did you find me?"
Belle held his hands through the space between the steel bars.
"Oh, your hands are like ice. We have to get you out of here."
"Belle, I want you to leave this place." His eyes were wild. He looked frightened to death.
"Who's done this to you?" she asked, still holding his hand.
"No time to explain. You must go...now!"
"I won't leave you!" she yelled.
Suddenly, she felt a large hairy hand of some kind grab her shoulder and whip her around. Belle looked scared around the room trying to find what did that to her. The room was dark except for one beam of light from a skylight.
"What are you doing here?" a scary voice growled.
"Run, Belle!" her father yelled desperately.
Belle could see a large figure moving in the shadows.
"Who's there? Who are you?" Belle asked, her voice shivering.
"The master of this castle," the creature said.
"I've come for my father. Please let him out! Can't you see he's sick?"
"Then he shouldn't have trespassed here," the voice raged.
"But he could die. Please, I'll do anything!" Belle begged.
The figure moved around again, but Belle still couldn't really tell what it was because of the darkness.
"There's nothing you can do. He's my prisoner."
"Oh, there must be some way I can...wait!" Belle thought about it. She shouldn't let her father rot here with this monster. Her father had made her what she was, she couldn't possibly leave him. "Take me, instead!"
"You?" the voice said as if it was an absurd suggestion, but then it seemed he came around. "You would take his place?"
"Belle! No! You don't know what you're doing!" Belle's father shouted, but Belle didn't listen.
"If I did, would you let him go?" she asked.
"Yes," the creature said resolutely. "But you must promise to stay here forever."
Belle pondered the situation and realized she couldn't see the captor.
"Come into the light."
The thing dragged its legs, then its whole body into the beam of light. Belle looked, her eyes growing wider until she could stand no more and fell back to her father. It was horrific. It had the head structure and horns of a buffalo, the arms and body of a bear, the eyebrows of a gorilla, the jaws, teeth, and mane of a lion, the tusks of a wild boar and the legs and tail of a wolf. It was a beast. It wore ragged, dark gray breeches, and a ragged reddish-colored cape with a golden colored circular-shaped clasp.
"No, Belle. I won't let you do this!" her father said and held her shoulder.
Belle regained her composure, then stepped into the beam of light.
"You have my word," she said to the beast.
"Done," he replied quickly.
It moved swiftly over to unlock the cell, and Belle collapsed to the floor with her head in her hands. The door got unlocked, then her father rushed over to her.
"No, Belle. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life," he said but couldn't continue before the beast grabbed him and dragged him downstairs before they even got to say farewell.
Belle just sat there and began to cry, the tears rushing down her face. Then the beast entered the cell again.
"You didn't even let me say goodbye. I'll never see him again. I didn't get to say goodbye," she cried.
The beast touched his neck nervously, seemingly feeling bad.
"I'll show you to your room," he then said.
"My room?" she said surprised. "But I thought-"
"You wanna, you wanna stay in the tower?" the beast said angrily.
"No."
"Then follow me."
The beast led Belle to her room. As they proceeded, she began to lag behind. She looked at the hideous sculptures on the walls and the light casting shadows on them. Frightened, she gasped and ran to catch up with the beast who was carrying a candelabra as a light source. The beast looked back at her and saw a tear form at the corner of her eye.
"I...um...hope you like it here," he said. "The castle is your home now so you can go anywhere you wish."
Belle couldn't figure out why the scary beast was now so nice to her.
They got to her new bedroom. It was actually kind of cozy. There was a bed and closets so at least it was way nicer than the tower cell.
"Now, if there's anything you need, my servants will attend you," the beast said tenderly. "You...will join me in the West Wing in two hours. That's not a request!" he suddenly growled angrily and slammed the door behind him as he left.
The terrified Belle ran over to the bed and flung herself onto it, finally breaking down and crying.
A few moments past and then she heard a 'clink clink clink' at the door.
"Who is it?" Belle asked and wiped her nose.
"It's the maid," a tender voice said from outside the door.
The door opened and a thin girl with chin-length brown hair and fair skin walked in with a feather duster in her hand. She was wearing a black one-piece dress with white trim and a short skirt. Belle couldn't believe how hot she was, especially with the servant outfit. She sat up on the bed.
"I didn't realize there were anyone else in this castle."
"Oh, the master has many servants pleasing his needs," the maid said, standing in the doorway. "I'm Plumette. Some people call me Babette or Fifi. Enchante, mademoiselle." Plumette walked over and shook Belle's hand.
"I'm Belle."
"I get why your parents would have chosen that name," the maid said and glanced down at Belle's slim body and big breasts. She sat down next to her on the bed. "That was a very brave thing you did."
"But I've lost my father, my dreams, everything," Belle said despairingly.
"Cheer up, sweetie. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see." Plumette wrapped her arm around Belle's shoulder.
"What is that beast?" Belle asked.
"The master? He was once a prince - a selfish spoiled one - when a creepy old woman came looking for shelter with a single rose as payment. Naturally, since he was about 12 or something back then, he refused and sent her away, but it turned out she was actually an enchantress and was really pissed by not getting invited in, so she turned him into a beast. That's kind of the essence of it," Plumette said and shrugged.
"Oh," Belle sighed. "But she didn't curse any of the servants?"
Plumette laughed. "Into what, a feather-duster?" She waved the feather-duster around and continued giggling. "No, we didn't do anything so of course we shouldn't be punished just because the master is a dickhead."
That made sense, Belle thought.
"Well now, we need to get you ready to see him later," Plumette said and stood up.
"That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to do that," Belle said and shook her head slowly.
"Oh, but you must!" Plumette exclaimed. "When the master wants something, it's not a request. Now stand up."
She stood up slowly, and Plumette began feeling Belle's long brown hair.
"What does he want with me anyway?" Belle asked unnervingly.
"To fuck you, naturally," Plumette said casually, and Belle took a step back with a shocked look on her face.
"You're kidding?"
Plumette took a step towards her and began examining her appearance again. "No. Why else would he have you hanging around? The bastard is bored so he wants a new fucktoy. He fucks me all the time. It's not like I enjoy it, but it's a part of the job, you know."
"And there's nothing I can do?" Belle said with a miserable look as Plumette was checking out her fingernails.
"Since you're a prisoner, no. If I were you, I would get the best out of it and try to please him as much as possible, otherwise he'll get angry. And he's not fun when he's angry. I'll teach you. Turn around," Plumette said, and Belle did so slowly while thinking of the ways that the beast could hurt her.
Plumette drove her fingers across Belle's butt and pulled her dress a little further down.
"Looks nice," she said and slapped Belle's asscheeks, making her give a little squeak. "Now, I know this is hard after what happened, but I need you to smile and be as happy as you can around the master. He doesn't like getting depressed. Give me a smile."
The corners of Belle's mouth had a hard time going upwards, but she managed to let out a little smile.
"That's gorgeous," Plumette said and clapped her hands. "You're very coachable, I like it. Let me see what you look like out of this dress now."
Belle didn't even complain, but just turned around and let Plumette zip her down and pull her dress down, leaving her nice d-cupped tits exposed.
"Panties too, take those off," Plumette ordered and Belle did as commanded. "They're cute though." Plumette smiled at her.
Belle felt really awkward, standing there naked while Plumette examined her.
"This is very strange," she said.
"I know it's very strange, but you can't be like that. Stand up straight."
Belle straitened her back.
"You're beautiful woman, you have to have confidence. You can't go in there acting all nervous," Plumette advised.
"Okay," Belle said softly and took her hands to the side.
"Okay. Very nice," Plumette said as she began touching Belle's breasts and moving them together. "Boobs look good. Spin around."
Belle did so, and Plumette grabbed her buttcheeks and felt how nice and firm her ass was.
"You look amazing. And I see your pussy is shaved, that's great," Plumette said as Belle turned to face her again. "But it's not just appearances that matter though. You need to know what you're doing. I need you to kiss him passionately and whisper in his ear and kiss his neck. I know he's hairy, but he likes it so I need you to do it. You wanna tease him as much as possible. Like slowly stroke your hand like this on his chest-" Plumette was demonstrating by doing it on Belle. "-and play with his nipples and just be sensual. Like running your nails on his body, that feels amazing, doesn't it?"
Belle was quivering by the touch on her body and felt herself getting a little wet. She nodded.
Plumette walked to the other end of the bed and bend her forefinger, showing that she wanted Belle to come with her. Belle crawled to her on the bed like a hungry cat and sat on her shins in front of her.
"When you go to the west wing, you need to focus on the beast. Worship his body like it's a temple. Just running your nails down his body," Plumette continued to demonstrate by running her fingers over Belle's shoulders, back and legs. Belle felt like she was going to melt. Plumette was really good at that shit. She circled her fingers over Belle's boobs gently before she slowly moved her head closer and started licking ever so gently on Belle's hard nipple while still caressing her arms. She looked up at Belle's stunned face and smiled sweetly.
"I can feel you're getting goosebumps," she said and continued to run her tongue over Belle's areolas and erect nipples, making Belle moan softly.
Plumette looked deep inside Belle's beautiful eyes and kissed her playfully on the mouth. Belle's lips parted and she felt the tip of her tongue collide with Plumette's.
"You're a really good kisser," the maid complimented.
"Thank you," Belle said modestly.
Plumette grabbed the back of her neck and forced their open mouths together. None of them held back.
"You wanna help me out of this?" Plumette asked.
Belle looked at Plumette's hot outfit. She couldn't wait to see it off.
"Oh, yes I do."
Belle unbuttoned the front of the dress and Plumette quickly threw the top away. Belle were face to face with the servant's boobs, and they were magnificent. Just the right size and positioned exactly where they should.
"Come on, touch them," Plumette said.
Belle hesitated a little, but she slowly started caressing Plumette's big tits with both hands.
"Yes, honey. Grope all over them, that's it."
Belle squeezed them, mashed them together and pulled the nipples a little bit. They felt amazing.
"I want you to burry your face right in them," Plumette said.
This time there was no hesitation on Belle's part. She just got lost between Plumette's amazing tits. Belle started licking on the nipples too while looking up at her with her pretty eyes.
Belle then laid back and watched as Plumette took off her skirt and panties. The maid then crawled to her and spread Belle's legs for her.
"Just lay back and relax," Plumette said soothing and twirled her hair. Belle was driven mad over how sexy this girl was. And she was about to go down on her! The anticipation was unreal. Her pussy was like on fire, and she could feel her wetness.
Finally, Plumette kissed Belle's clit and made nice long strokes with her tongue on her pussy. Belle was moaning instantly, and Plumette was purring like a cat. She rolled her tongue right on her clit and was staring her down. The tongue was like a living vibrator, pleasuring Belle and tasting her insides. She slowly started stroking Belle's sensitive clit with one finger.
"Oh my god, it feels amazing," Belle moaned and rolled her eyes back.
Plumette continued to eat out Belle's kitty. She almost couldn't breathe as her face was like buried down there.
"Mmm, I want your pussy right at my face," Plumette said and rolled her tongue around like a tornado.
Belle was panting and hissing. "Fuck yes. That feels good."
Plumette slapped Belle's pussy, making her squeak.
"You wanna taste your own pussy?"
Belle nodded, out of breath. Plumette put her fingers inside Belle's mouth who licked her own cum off.
Plumette crawled onto Belle and kissed her while she squeezed her tits.
"That felt real good, didn't it?" she asked and bit her lip.
"Fuck yeah, it did," Belle replied.
"Now, let me test you out. It's my turn now."
Belle clapped her hands. "I can't wait."
Plumette took her by the shoulders and lay Belle down on her back. Belle realized how comfy this bed was. I guess that's the kind of luxury you get in your guestrooms when you're a prince.
Plumette placed one of her legs right next to Belle's face and the other leg was at the other side of her head, giving her a clear view to Plumette's nice and noticeably wet pussy. Plumette hesitated to position it on Belle's face though.
"Have you done this kind of thing before? I don't want to push you into doing something you find uncomfortable," she said worried.
"Oh, I have. A couple of times," Belle replied and thought back to her great experiences with Jane and Jasmine respectively.
"Good," Plumette said and smiled. She slowly moved herself down, until she was sitting right on Belle's face so all she had to do was move out her tongue and roll it around.
Belle kissed and licked on Plumette's pussy and slurped her cum up. Plumette hummed by the touch. It had been a while since her pussy had been licked properly. Nowadays, all the action she got was from the beast who only cared about himself and therefore only wanted penetration or blow-jobs.
"I want you to touch yourself," Plumette said, and Belle moved her hands down to her own crotch and slowly pulled her lips apart with one hand while gently stroking her clit with the other and just enjoying the sensations while also eating Plumette out. Multitasking was apparently a big talent of Belle's.
"Oh yes, that's so hot," Plumette said and shrieked of pleasure. "Oh yes, that's a good girl."
Belle made really long strokes right on Plumette's pussy which was moving back and forward with the rest of her body. Belle now had 2 fingers rubbing and circling her clit. She then inserted a finger from her other hand into her, quickly followed by another. She had to take breaks from the pussylicking to let her own moans out, but Plumette insisted on having her continue by just forcing her pussy onto Belle's open mouth.
"Am I suffocating you down there?" she asked, chuckled, and then continued moaning.
Belle started rubbing her clit furiously with one hand while pumping her fingers in and out of her with the other. They were both covered in sweat and panting for breath.
"Oh yeah, good girl. You burry your face right in that sweet pussy!" Plumette cried out.
Belle was so wet that her juices were dripping down her hand, and she could feel it running down her ass. It was making her so turned on, and she could feel herself building up to an awesome orgasm. And so could Plummette.
Belle added another finger to her hole to try and fill herself more and continued to pump away.
"Fuck, yes! You're gonna make me cum!" Plumette screamed and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Belle could feel her muscles contracting over and over around her fingers and her juices were literally flowing out of her. The same could be said with Plumette who let out a loud moan and her squirt landed ride on Belle's face who squealed delighted as she tried to slurp the cum up with her tongue, licking around her mouth like a dog.
Plumette wanted to taste too so she tongue-kissed her wildly.
"I know another little trick we can do?" Plumette said and winked. Jolts were still going through Belle's body, but she was ready for more.
Plumette placed Belle on her back and got right on top of her, intertwining their legs. She started rubbing her wet pussy against Belle's, making them both moan.
"Hold my hand," Plumette said, and they tangled their fingers too. Plumette spat downwards and watched it drip slowly down her slim belly and right between the two wet pussies.
There was no going slow. They pounded their pussies together with much ferocity, making the whole bed rock and creak. Belle watched Plumette's tits jumping up and down and the sight turned her abdomen into a puddle.
"Fuckfuckfuck! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!"
"You're pussy feels so good against mine! Fuuuuck!"
They both screamed with pleasure and rapture as they transferred cum with squishy sounds. Plumette gently strangled Belle by holding her neck. The intense orgasms overwhelmed them both, making their bodies jolt like they were electrified.
Finally, they dropped down, panting for breath and out of words.
Plumette looked at an old longcase clock and suddenly she jumped up from the bed.
Belle sat up. "What's wrong?"
"The master wants me in 2 minutes," she said stressed while she was putting on her maid outfit in a hurry.
"Wait, I thought he wanted me in like half an hour?" Belle said inquiring.
"Yeah, but he wants me first. I'm the starter, you're the main course," Plumette said. "See you." She kissed Belle once again and left the room, leaving the unclothed beauty alone in the room.