Chapter 20 - Belle and Plumette

"Please, sir," Belle pleaded to the librarian as she clasped her hands together like in prayer, "unban me from the library. I need my books."

The librarian remained stern, his eyes fixated on her body as if sizing her up. "Not a chance. This library is meant for reading, not indulging in perverse fantasies."

Belle's lower lip trembled, the librarian's rejection stinging like a slap. He scanned her up and down, his gaze lewd and invasive.

"I'll let you in on one condition," he smirked, "you gotta give me something in return." Belle cocked her head, eyes widening in curiosity. "And by something, I mean doing something to me," he clarified, his voice low and sultry.

Belle's face flushed with anger. "Get lost," she spat as she turned on her heels and stormed away.

She couldn't help but feel frustration boiling inside her. The librarian was her only source of intellectual stimulation in this boring town, and now he was cutting her off simply because he found her desirable? It made no sense. Not only that, but it was terrible for business. She was one of his few patrons, and she suspected the library would suffer, now that she was banned.

Belle returned home, finding solace in the empty house. Memories of Jasmine filled her mind, causing a twinge of sadness to wash over her. The thought of having no books to read for company only added to her melancholy.

As she sat down in an armchair and sighed deeply, she recalled a book the librarian had given her free of charge before he had become so crude. It was her favorite—a tale of faraway lands, magic, and adventure. She had read it countless times, and yet each time, she found herself drawn back to its pages.

She picked up the book and began to read.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud–"

Her reading was interrupted by a high-pitched neigh that echoed through the windows. Belle looked up to see her father's horse, Phillipe, acting erratically. Concerned and confused, she set her book aside and rushed to the animal's side.

"Phillipe! What's going on? Where's Papa?" Belle asked, her voice filled with worry. "We have to find him, Phillipe. Take me to him."

She quickly unhitched the wagon and climbed aboard the horse. Phillipe took off at breakneck speed, racing through the dense forest. Belle held on tight, fear and anticipation coursing through her veins as they navigated the narrow, overgrown paths.

As the horse galloped, it led her to the imposing gates of a vast, mysterious castle. She had never seen or heard of this place before, despite its proximity to the village. She hesitated for a moment before following Phillipe through the gates.

"What the hell is this place?" Belle muttered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest.

Phillipe started to buck wildly, as if something terrified him. Belle dismounted him and tried to calm him down. "Phillipe, settle down."

She pushed through the enormous gates, which seemed to open on their own. This was more than unsettling; it felt downright creepy, like the castle might be haunted. She spotted her father's hat lying on the ground.

"Papa," she whispered under her breath.

She dismounted and made her way slowly through the dimly lit main foyer, the floor creaking ominously beneath her feet. "Hello? Is anyone here? Papa? Papa, are you here?" Her voice echoed eerily throughout the space.

Climbing the grand staircase, she searched for her father. She crept down a narrow hallway as a door creaked open behind her. Then she heard her father's voice.

"Belle?" he wheezed.

Belle rushed towards the sound and found him in a filthy cell, lying on the cold floor. "Oh, Papa!" she exclaimed, a mix of happiness and distress filling her voice.

"How did you find me?" he asked weakly.

Belle held his icy hands through the bars separating them. "We have to get you out of here."

"Belle, you must leave this place," he urged, his eyes wild with fear.

"Who did this to you?" she asked, still gripping his hand.

"No time to explain. You must go...now!"

"I won't leave you!" she shouted.

A large, hairy hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Belle looked around nervously, trying to discern the source of the touch in the dim light.

"What are you doing here?" a menacing voice growled.

"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 snapped.

"But he could die. Please, I'll do anything!" Belle pleaded.

The figure moved around again, but Belle still couldn't make out what it was due to the darkness.

"There's nothing you can do. He's my prisoner."

"Oh, there must be some way I can...wait!" Belle thought of a plan. She couldn't let her father rot here with this monster. Her father had shaped her into who she was; she couldn't abandon him. "Take me instead!"

"You?" the voice scoffed. "That's absurd." But then it seemed to change its mind quickly. "You would take his place?"

"Belle! No! You don't know what you're doing!" her father shouted, but Belle ignored him.

"If I did, would you let him go?" she asked.

"Yes," the creature replied resolutely. "But you must promise to stay here forever."

Belle considered the situation carefully and realized she couldn't see the captor.

"Step into the light."

The monstrous creature dragged itself forward, exposing its grotesque form. Belle couldn't help but stare, her eyes widening in horror until she stumbled back and landed on the floor. It was an abomination, combining the features of a buffalo, bear, gorilla, lion, wild boar, and wolf. It wore threadbare gray breeches and a ragged reddish-colored cape with a golden circular brooch.

"No, Belle! I won't let you do this!" her father cried, grasping her shoulder.

Belle composed herself once more and moved into the beam of light.

"You have my word," she assured the beast.

"Done," it replied abruptly.

It moved swiftly to unlock the cell, and Belle collapsed onto the floor, her head in her hands. The door creaked open, and her father rushed to her side.

"No, Belle! Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life." He couldn't continue before the beast seized him and dragged him downstairs, preventing them from saying farewell.

Belle remained seated, her tears flowing freely. The beast then reappeared.

"You didn't even let me say goodbye. I'll never see him again," she sobbed.

The beast hesitated, touching his neck nervously. "I'll show you to your room," he said hesitantly.

"My room?" Belle asked, surprised. "But I thought..."

"You wanted to stay in the tower?" the beast snapped.

"No."

"Then follow me."

The beast led Belle to her new chamber. She hesitated, eyeing the grotesque sculptures on the walls and the shadows they cast. Terrified, she gasped and hurried to catch up with the beast, who carried a candelabra for illumination. The beast glanced back at her and saw a tear forming at the corner of her eye.

"I...I hope you like it here," he murmured. "The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish."

Belle couldn't comprehend the sudden kindness from the scary beast.

Finally, they arrived at her bedroom. It was surprisingly cozy, featuring a bed and closets. "Now, if there's anything you need, my servants will attend to you," the beast said softly. "You...will join me in the West Wing in two hours. That's not a request!" he suddenly growled and slammed the door shut behind him as he left.

Belle scrambled onto the bed and broke down in tears. A few moments passed, and she heard the sound of metal clinking against the door. "Who is it?" she asked, wiping her nose.

"It's the maid," a soft voice called out from the doorway.

A slender girl with brown hair that fell to her shoulders and fair skin walked in, carrying a feather duster. She was dressed in a tight black one-piece dress with white trim and a short skirt. Belle couldn't help but notice how stunning she was, especially in that servant attire.

"I wasn't aware there were anyone else in this castle," Belle said.

"Oh, the master has many servants who cater to his every whim," the maid replied, standing in the threshold. "I'm Plumette. Some call me Babette or Fifi. Pleased to meet you, miss." Plumette moved toward Belle and extended her hand.

"I'm Belle," she responded, accepting the handshake.

"You're quite the vision," Plumette said, giving Belle's slender body and large breasts a once-over. She sat down beside her on the bed. "You showed tremendous bravery back there."

"But I've lost my father, my dreams, everything," Belle lamented.

"Cheer up, love," Plumette reassured her, wrapping her arm around Belle's shoulder. "Things will work out in the end. Just wait and see."

Belle turned to look at the door. "What is that creature?"

"The master? Once upon a time, he was a selfish, spoiled prince. An old woman approached him, seeking shelter, offering a single rose in payment. Being a hormonal teen, he dismissed her and sent her on her way. Little did he know, she was a witch and was highly offended by his rude behavior. In retribution, she transformed him into a beast," Plumette explained, shrugging her shoulders.

"And did the enchantress curse any of the servants as well?" Belle questioned.

Plumette burst out laughing. "Into what, a feather-duster? No, we were all innocent bystanders, so we weren't punished for his idiocy."

"That makes sense," Belle said thoughtfully.

"Now, we need to get you ready to meet him later," Plumette announced, standing up.

"But I refuse to see him," Belle declared stubbornly.

"Oh, but you must!" Plumette insisted. "When the master wants something, it's not a request. Now, stand up."

Slowly, Belle rose to her feet, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. "Why does he want me anyway?" she asked tentatively.

"To have his way with you, naturally," Plumette said matter-of-factly. "The bastard is bored, and he needs a new plaything. I get fucked all the time, and it's not enjoyable, but it's part of the job."

"Is there nothing I can do to avoid it?" Belle asked anxiously, watching as Plumette examined her carefully.

"Given that you're a captive, no," Plumette responded. "If I were in your shoes, I would try to please him as much as possible. Trust me, you don't want to see him angry. I'll show you the ropes."

Plumette traced her fingertips over Belle's buttocks, tugging her dress lower. "Looks pretty good," she remarked and smacked Belle's ass cheeks, drawing a small squeak from her. "You have to smile and be happy around the master. He doesn't like depressing company. Give me a grin."

Belle's smile was forced, but Plumette clapped her hands in approval. "Excellent. I like your compliance. Strip down, Belle. Show me those curves."

Without complaint, Belle turned around, allowing Plumette to unzip her and push the dress down. "Cute panties," Plumette observed, smiling, before removing them.

Belle felt incredibly vulnerable, standing naked before her captor. "This is so strange," she murmured.

"I know it's strange, but you have to act natural. Stand up straight," Plumette instructed.

Belle straightened her back. "What should I do?" she asked softly.

"You're a beautiful woman, so own it. Don't act nervous. Now, let's work on your assets. Boobs look great. Spin around. You look amazing. And it seems you've decided to shave down there. That's fantastic."

When Belle faced her again, Plumette continued her lesson. "It's not just about looking good, though. You have to know what to do. Kiss him passionately, whisper in his ear, and run your fingers through his fur. He likes it rough, so don't hold back. Stroke his chest like this," she demonstrated on Belle's own chest, "and play with his nipples. Run your nails down his body – that feels incredible, right?"

Belle was trembling from the touch, her arousal growing. She nodded.

Plumette strode to the opposite end of the bed and signaled for Belle to follow by bending her finger. Obeying like a ravenous feline, Belle scurried across the mattress and settled on her shins, her gaze fixated on the maid.

"When you go to the west wing, focus on the beast. Worship his body like it's a temple. Touch him gently, run your nails down his back... I could teach you these things all day." Plumette's deft fingers traced Belle's shoulders, back, and legs, sending chills up and down her spine. Belle couldn't help but think that Plumette was a master of this craft. She delicately circled Belle's breasts with her fingers before leaning in to softly lick her stiff nipple while still caressing her limbs. Plumette's gaze lifted to meet Belle's stunned expression, and she offered a sweet, knowing smile.

"I can sense your skin prickling," she murmured, her tongue tracing delicate patterns around Belle's erect nipples. Belle moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Plumette gazed deeply into Belle's beautiful eyes and pressed their lips together in a playful kiss. Belle's lips parted willingly, and their tongues collided in a passionate dance.

"You're quite the skilled kisser," Plumette complimented, breaking the kiss.

"Thank you," Belle replied modestly.

Plumette seized the back of Belle's neck and pulled their mouths fiercely together. Their passion was raw and uninhibited.

Plumette eagerly discarded her top. Belle found herself face-to-face with the servant's breasts, perfect in size and position.

"Touch them," Plumette urged.

Belle hesitated for a moment before running her hands over Plumette's ample chest.

"Yes, baby," Plumette purred.

Belle squeezed and massaged the breasts, pulling on the nipples. They felt divine.

"Bury your face in them," Plumette commanded.

This time, Belle didn't hesitate. She buried her face between Plumette's magnificent breasts, licking and sucking on the nipples.

Plumette then removed her skirt and panties, crawling towards Belle. "Just lie back and relax," she cooed, twirling her hair. Belle was overwhelmed by Plumette's sensuality. She couldn't believe she was about to receive oral pleasure from this goddess. Her pussy was aflame, and she could feel her wetness.

Finally, Plumette descended upon Belle's pussy, making long, sensual strokes with her tongue. Belle moaned instantly, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Plumette locked her gaze on Belle's face as she rolled her tongue over her clit. The sensation was electrifying, like a living vibrator pleasuring her. She began stroking Belle's sensitive clit with a finger.

"Oh my god, it feels amazing," Belle gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

Plumette continued to eat out Belle's pussy, her face buried between her legs. "I want your pussy right on my face," she growled, her tongue swirling around like a tornado.

Belle was panting and hissing, her body trembling with pleasure. "Fuck yes. That feels good."

Plumette slapped Belle's pussy, making her squeak. "You wanna taste your own pussy?"

Belle nodded, her breath coming in heavy gasps. Plumette inserted her fingers into Belle's mouth, who eagerly licked her own cum off.

Plumette crawled onto Belle and kissed her passionately, squeezing her breasts. "That felt real good, didn't it?" she murmured, biting her lip.

"Fuck yeah, it did," Belle replied, her body still quivering from the intense pleasure.

"Now, it's my turn. Let me test you out."

Belle clapped her hands eagerly.

Plumette grasped Belle by the shoulders and laid her down on the plush bed. Belle marveled at the luxurious comfort beneath her. "I guess this is the kind of amenity you get when you're a prince's guest," she mused.

Plumette positioned herself beside Belle's head, giving her a clear view of her neatly shaved and wet pussy. Plumette hesitated, unsure if Belle was comfortable with the arrangement.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" Plumette asked, concerned. "I don't want to push you into something that makes you uncomfortable."

"Oh, I have," Belle replied, recalling her previous experiences with Jane and Jasmine. "A couple of times, actually."

Plumette smiled and relaxed. "Good," she said. "Then let's begin."

She slowly lowered herself onto Belle's face, allowing her to extend her tongue and roll it around Plumette's sensitive folds. Belle eagerly licked and kissed at Plumette's pussy, savoring the taste of her arousal.

Plumette moaned in pleasure, relishing the sensation of a skilled tongue exploring her most intimate parts. It had been far too long since she'd experienced such expert attention.

"Touch yourself," Plumette commanded, and Belle obliged, sliding her hands down to her own crotch. She spread her lips apart with one hand and gently stroked her clit with the other, all the while continuing to pleasure Plumette with her mouth.

"Oh yes, that's so hot," Plumette purred, her body trembling with anticipation. "You're such a good girl."

Belle made long, deliberate strokes on Plumette's pussy, which moved in sync with the rest of her body. She added two fingers to her own clit, rubbing and circling it with expert precision. She then inserted a finger from her other hand into her own wet core, quickly followed by another.

Plumette's moans grew louder and more insistent, her body writhing beneath Belle's attentions. "Am I suffocating you down there?" she asked, chuckling.

Belle shook her head, her own moans muffled by Plumette's pussy. "No, keep going," she urged.

Belle continued to rub her clit furiously while pumping her fingers in and out of her own core. They both sweated profusely and panted heavily, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, good girl," Plumette cried out. "Bury your face right in that sweet pussy!"

Belle was so wet that her juices dripped down her hand and onto the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself building towards an incredible orgasm. And so could Plumette.

Belle added another finger to her hole, trying to fill herself completely.

"Fuck, yes!" Plumette screamed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Belle could feel Plumette's muscles contracting, and her juices flowed freely. Plumette's orgasm was intense, her squirt landing right on Belle's face. Belle squealed in delight, licking around her mouth like a dog as she tried to slurp up every last drop.

Their bodies trembled and convulsed as they both reached their peak, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire.

Plumette yearned to taste as well, so she engaged Belle in a passionate tongue-kiss. "I have another little trick for you," Plumette said with a wink, her body still shaking from the previous jolts.

With Belle lying on her back, Plumette climbed on top of her, their legs entwining. She pressed her wet pussy against Belle's, sending shivers down their spines. "Hold my hand," Plumette instructed, their fingers interlocking.

Plumette spat downwards, watching the saliva drip slowly down her slender frame and between their eager pussies. The pace was frenetic, their bodies rocking the bed as they ground their pussies together with ferocity. Belle's eyes widened as she watched Plumette's breasts bounce with each thrust.

"Shit, shit, shit! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Belle cried out, her voice hoarse with passion.

"Your pussy feels so good against mine! Fuuuuck!" Plumette moaned in response, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal.

Their orgasms were intense, their bodies convulsing as they transferred cum with squishy sounds. Plumette gripped Belle's neck gently, adding an extra layer of intensity to their encounter. As they caught their breath, their bodies trembled like they had been electrocuted.

Finally, Plumette rose from the bed, still breathing heavily. "The master wants me in two minutes," she said urgently, hastily dressing in her maid outfit.

Belle sat up, puzzled. "But I thought he wanted me in half an hour?"

"Yeah, but he wants me first. I'm the starter, you're the main course," Plumette explained, giving Belle a quick kiss before dashing out of the room.

Belle was left alone, still naked and gasping for air, as the tension in the room lingered.