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  Beauty Dominates The Beast

  By

  Hannah Hale

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  Copyright 2012 by Hannah Hale

  Smashwords Edition

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  All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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  Beauty Dominates the Beast

  Once upon a time there was a very handsome prince, who lived in a very beautiful castle, inhabited by very beautiful women. The prince wanted for nothing, and it was well known throughout the small village surrounding the castle that the women who lived with the prince were well paid for their service to him. To be asked by the prince to be a part of his household was the greatest honor any family could receive for their daughters, and many of those daughters did whatever outlandishly improper thing they could do to be asked.

  The prince’s exploits with the women of the village were so vast and perverse that they had become legendary throughout the land. Women wanted him and men revered him. The prince could do no wrong in his wicked ways. He was selfish in his love-making, leaving the women whimpering and desperately wanting with the need of release after he spent his seed inside them.

  He cared very little for their pleasure, and the women had been shown begging for sexual release would be at their peril. The prince had no qualms about throwing the women housed under his roof into the frigid cold without a shred of clothing to protect them from the elements. His own pleasure was the only thing worthy of his concern.

  One night as the prince was leaving the village tavern in a horribly drunken state, he came across one of the young women of the village. She was freezing, wearing nothing but a muslin dress without a shawl.

  The prince, never one to miss a self-indulgent sexual opportunity, told the young woman he could warm her better than any shawl, and took her back to the rooms he kept in the village inn. He viciously ravaged her, making her warm and wet and wanting with need, and then selfishly spent his seed inside her, without seeing to her own release. He pulled himself out from her throbbing cunt as she writhed, aching for her own pleasure, and told her abruptly to leave.

  She didn’t move from the bed, and her ample supple breasts heaved as she panted with desire and fury.

  “You will pay for your selfish callous lust. I curse you into a form that no woman will desire. The power to release your sexual need will be stripped, forever leaving you in a state of an uncontrollable, unfulfilled desire. Until you are humbled and submit your sexual will to deflowering a willing virginal maiden, bringing her to her most ultimate release, without any thought of your own, will you then be transformed back into your previous human form.”

  The young woman glared in her fury at the prince, sat up and mounted the stunned prince, driving his half-erect cock into her cunt. She bucked and writhed on top of the prince until she produced her own carnal pleasure, and exploded into a million tiny pieces of light, landing on the prince’s exposed flesh.

  As the tiny pieces of light absorbed into the prince’s body, his human form began to change. Slowly transforming from the bottom of his feet, to the top of his head, the prince’s muscular beautiful male form was now fur, and paws, and razor sharp claws. Carefully rising, he stood from the bed and walked over to the mirror hanging above the wash basin, and braced himself as he beheld his reflection.

  He was a hideous monstrous beast.

  * * *

  “Bella! Bella!” The sound of desperate cries rang through the cottage as the late night visitor pounded on the door frantically.

  Bella arose from her bed, donned a robe, and lit the nearest candle as quickly as she could. Scampering down the small staircase, she recognized the visitor’s voice as that of her brother Armand’s best friend, Sebastian. Her heart raced realizing something must be terribly wrong with Armand if Sebastian was banging on their door so late at night.

  Opening the door, Bella saw Sebastian leaning against the door frame in extreme fatigue and frantic fright, “Sebastian! What’s happened?”

  “We shouldn’t have done it, Bella. We shouldn’t have done it.” Sebastian was shaking his head, his eyes wide with fear and remorse.

  Bella braced herself, “Done what, Sebastian?”

  “We went there. Snuck in. We shouldn’t have.”

  Bella ducked under one of Sebastian’s arms to lead him to a chair. She carefully helped him into it, and asked again, “Where did you sneak into, exactly?”

  “The Castle.”

  Bella sucked in a sharp breath of air at his response, “Oh no, oh no… you didn’t.”

  “We had this inane idea to sneak in and, and… pardon my candor, this will be unsuitable for your ears, Bella, but I suppose you must know,” He took a deep breath and let it out before finishing, “We snuck in to ‘have our way’ with the women there.” Sebastian looked away as Bella blushed in her shock at the statement.

  “It was a dare. A reckless, stupid dare. The beast caught us in the women’s wing, umm, err, ‘having our way’ with a few of them. I saw him first and yelled for Armand to run, but it was too late. The beast grabbed him, and I ran like a coward as Armand yelled after me.” Sebastian was shaking his head as he recounted the horrifying events, “We have to save him, Bella!” An agonized sob broke through his reserve as he doubled over and wept.

  Bella sat there stunned for a moment before a resolved look swept over her beautiful, terrified face, “I have to sacrifice myself for his release. A trade.” Sitting up she squared her shoulders, and looked determinately at Sebastian, “Me for him.”

  “No, Bella, you can’t!” Sebastian’s weeping abruptly stopped with the shocking realization of Bella’s plan, “He’ll keep you for the rest of your life. You’ll never come back. He’ll do ungodly things to you, things that will ruin your goodness and virtue. He will take from you every good and precious thing that you hold dear. You can’t, Bella. You’re too good and lovely. Armand wouldn’t ever want that for you, and nor do I.”

  Bella stood up and leaned over Sebastian placing her hand softly on his cheek, “But it’s the only way, Sebastian. I love my brother, and I can and will do everything in my power to save him. It must be done.”

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  The castle was eerily quiet and cold as Bella walked through the great hall after finding her way inside. The howling wind flickering lighted candles with the draft that blew softly through the castle swept an uneasy feeling of foreboding nervousness through her as she wrung her hands and tentatively made her way down to the enormous staircase at the end of the hall.

  Slowly stepping up the first step, Bella heard a faint moan somewhere below her. Retracting, she turned around to follow the sound. Finding a small hallway in the corner she could hear the echo of the moans clearer. She hesitated for a moment before proceeding and decidedly took the first step into the tiny hallway, making her way slowly at first, and then gaining speed as her fright mingled with determination at the growing sound of the moans. She knew those horrible moans had to be Armand.

  A winding stone
staircase appeared at the end of the hallway, and Bella raced down them as fast as she could, trying not to lose her footing. She could hear the moans loudly now, and her frantic eagerness to save her brother had overtaken the fear she had just moments before.

  Bella skid to a halt before hitting a large wooden door at the bottom of the staircase. Reaching for the handle, she pushed her way through the heavy door. It was dark and cold with a musty aroma wafting through the dingy dungeon. She quietly made her way to the origin of the moans, and stood stunned as she finally witnessed the alarming cause of her brother’s agony.

  Armand was chained, hanging from the ceiling, with a dozen half-naked women fondling his gorgeous body. Some taking turns sucking his erect manhood and prodding his orifice with all sorts of devices, while the beast watched in the shadow of the corner, relishing his agony with the satisfaction of fondling his own erection.

  “Stop!” Bella screamed, shaking in disbelief at the vile acts she was witnessing upon her beloved brother.

  The women froze at the sound of her voice, and the beast leapt from the corner pinning Bella against the wall.

  “No!” Armand cried seeing Bella pinned against the monstrous beast, “Leave her alone! Please!”

  The beast ignored him as he terrifyingly leaned over Bella. His heavy breathing brushed a wisp of hair from her face as he growled, “What are you doing here? A girl as lovely as you should know better than to come here.” The beast smirked in his arrogance, and bent down to lick her neck slowly.

  Bella shuddered at the unwanted act, her breasts heaving with the fear that had reappeared, and replied with all the courage she had within her, “I’ve come to ask for the release of my brother with a trade.”

  “And what exactly could be better than the satisfaction I am receiving from watching your brother’s shameful agony?”

  “Me.”

  “No, Bella! You can’t, I won’t let you do that for me. Please make her leave!” Armand struggled, trying to free himself from the chains that bound him as he pleaded for his sister, but his pleas were ignored once again.

  The beast perused Bella’s luscious womanly form before agreeing, “Yes. Release him.” He quickly dragged Bella back up the stairs, and locked her into a beautiful room attached by a door to his own chambers.

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  Bella sat on her bed furious with the situation that Armand had created. She was relieved he was now released and on his way home to recover from the torturous night, but she was now stuck here without her own way out. She scanned the room, taking in her surroundings and spied a door on the far wall. Bella, curious about the randomly placed door, walked over to examine it. There was a small key lodged into the key hole. She tried the handle before turning the key. The strange door was locked. Bella moved her hand from the door handle to the key and turned it slowly. Hearing a click, she tried the handle again and the door opened.

  Peeking her head through the crack in the door, she peered into the room that she now knew was conveniently attached to her own. The room was empty and she stepped inside for a better look. Spying a framed portrait on the bureau, Bella picked it up wiping off the thick layer of dust and gasped as she recognized the face staring back at her.

  The portrait was a likeness of the lost prince. He had disappeared, never to be seen again, when the beast appeared out of nowhere ransacking and taking the castle as his own. The women of the castle were captured and forbidden to leave by the beast, using and defiling them to fulfill his sexual depravity.

  Bella set the portrait back down taking in the former chambers of the lost prince. The bed had been freshly made, but the other contents of the room looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. It was as if the room was forever frozen in time, unchanged since the prince’s occupation.

  She walked over to the bed, examining the fine linens that covered the enormous mattress. They were in good repair, but the musty aroma wafting from them was curiously recognizable as the same aroma she smelled from the beast in the dungeon. Bella’s hand froze on the beautiful linen resting on the bed, realizing this was now the beast’s personal chamber. She hurried back to the door, pausing for a moment to grab the portrait of the prince. Once through, she shut the door tightly and turned the key quickly.

  Bella leaned against the offending door completely bewildered and somewhat furious that the beast had placed her in adjoining chambers with his own. But even more baffled by the fact that she could lock the door from her end and not his own. Why on earth would he have done that?

  She stood there thinking for quite some time before realizing that if she had easy access to the beast, she had a way to escape. Bella paced the room forming her plan. She knew she couldn’t just run and hope he wouldn’t chase her down. That would be impossible to accomplish. He had to let her go willingly if she wanted to escape with her limbs still intact.

  Bella shuddered with the recent memory of the vile debauched torture her brother had endured, making him weak and submissive, confused with lust and pain. A resigned whimper escaped from her lips with the realization of what she must do.

  Tame the beast.

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  Bella searched the room for anything she could use to carry out her plan. Inside the wardrobe she found a riding crop, and beside the mantle a brass fire poker. They would have to do. She undressed down to her corset and shift, hoping it would be enough skin to arouse the beast.

  She had heard the sounds of rough movement through the door leading to the beast’s chambers and knew it was time to carry out her plan. Bella braced herself for what was to come, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm her nerves and turned the door handle. Opening the door slowly she stood confidently just outside his chambers, crop and poker in one hand, and a coy look of enticing authority illuminating her beautiful face.

  The beast surprised by her abrupt appearance, stood unmoving next to his enormous bed with a slow cruel smile spreading across his hideous beastly face, “Well, this is an unexpected visit. One mustn’t lurk in doorways, it isn’t polite.” The beast signaled Bella with his paw to move forward into his chambers, “Come.”

  “No.” Bella replied sternly motioning with the poker as she stamped it down into the floor roughly while switching the crop to her other hand, “You come to me.”

  The beast smirked, “And why should I, my dear?”

  Bella snapped the crop piercingly into the air, “Now!” She commanded.

  The beast, amused by her tenacity, obliged. No one had ever dared order him to do anything, and he was curious by this new turn of events. As the beast ambled over to Bella, he realized that being under this virgin’s control would make her a willing participant. His body ached with need in his excitement of the realization that this lustful, commanding beauty before him could be the key to breaking the curse.

  He stood over her breathing heavily, “Anything you wish, my dear, I will do.”

  “Kneel.”

  The beast kneeled, and Bella moved around behind him finding his full erection with her soft hand, and began to stroke like she had seen the women in the dungeon do to her brother. The beast growled as her hand pumped his cock.

  He had never let any of the women being held in the castle touch him since being transformed into the beast, knowing that release would never be attainable. This first touch after years of denial could enslave him to Bella if she continued, but the slim chance of breaking the curse became a desire more powerful than protecting his will from the alluring beauty.

  Bella, mustering up courage, pointed the blunt end of the poker into the beast’s backside and slowly shoved it into his orifice while she pumped his cock. The beast arched and growled, grasping the door frame for support under the sudden penetration, giving Bella the pluck to thrust the poker into him again, over and over.

  She took her hand from his cock and grabbed the whip. Bella snapped his furry flesh sharply as she prodded making the beast writhe in the pleasurable pain. Grunting, the beast gr
ew weaker with each agonizing act as he leaned forward into the doorframe.

  “Stand up.” Bella commanded and yanked the poker out as the beast stood, his massive body shaking, “Lie down on the bed, on your back.” She whipped his flesh once more spurring him to move. The beast cried out with the pain and ambled over to the bed lying down as she instructed.

  Bella hitched her shift up to her knees exposing her perfectly round backside, and straddled the beast’s torso facing his legs, with her backside and her sensuous pink folds almost touching the beast’s face. The beast nuzzled her backside with his nose causing Bella to jerk up.

  “No!” She ordered giving his prick a stinging slap with her hand, “Do not touch me until I command you to.”

  The beast sighed with the denial of giving her pleasure. She was so beautiful and the arousal of her control over him was almost too much to bear. The unexpected punishment was a welcome release for the anger, guilt, and sorrow of his violent selfish misdeeds he had forced upon the women of the village.

  He ached with the desire to touch her, to please her, a sentiment he had never felt before until now as the unattainable punishing beauty surrounded his prick with her warm velvety mouth and sucked. The beast arched his hips with the sensation, forcing his prick deeper into her sensuous mouth. The unbearable feeling of release made him buck in agony as she licked, knowing release would never come from the act. His desire would be unsatisfied until the curse was broken.

  The beast moaned and begged for her to stop, to let him please her, and Bella acquiesced measuring the undeniable control she had acquired over the menacing beast. She dismounted the beast and wantonly laid beside him, her voluptuous breasts escaping her corset and her flimsy shift shoved up to her hips in disarray.

  “Kneel before me.”

  The beast righted himself and kneeled between her spread legs, “Lick.” She ordered, and the beast leaned down over her.

  He gently nuzzled her neck before beginning to lick, grabbing her corset and shift into his terrifying paws and ripped them in half, exposing the entirety of her creamy flesh. He drew his tongue down her neck to the plump mounds of her breasts, licking and flicking her erect nipples. Bella gasped with the new sensation, sending a tingle down to her throbbing moist cunt.