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Beauty on the Beast	By : phil Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 35532 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2
Belle entered the bookshop to return the book she had borrowed.
“Have you got anything new?” she asked.
“Not since yesterday,” the bookseller laughed.
Belle got up on a ladder to get to the upper levels of the bookshelf where the adult books were kept. After hunting a bit she spied what she wanted and picked it out.
“That’s all right. I’ll borrow this one.”
“That one? “ asked the bookseller. “But you’ve read it twice!”
“Well it’s my favorite,” Belle said as she swung off the side of the ladder making it roll down its track. “Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise.” Not to mention a well hung prince who used his hidden sword to pleasure many of the damsels in the book she thought to herself.
“Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours,” the bookseller insisted as he handed her the book.
Belle was touched at his generosity. Even though the bookseller was older, she had slept with him several times. He was an avid reader and had learned many things from books that he had tried on Belle. She enjoyed the pleasure he was able to give her, but because of his age, he didn’t have the stamina to really satisfy her.
Belle left the bookstore and was engrossed by an especially erotic section of the book when she was interrupted.
“Hello, Belle,” Gaston said as he grabbed the book from her.
“Gaston, may I have my book, please?”
“How can you read this?” he asked as he held the book upside down. “There's no pictures!”
“Well, some people use their imaginations.”
“Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things...like me! The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a woman to read--soon she starts getting ideas... and thinking.”
“Gaston, you are positively primeval.”
“Why thank you, Belle.” Gaston put his hand around her shoulders. “Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies.”
Belle knew that was his version of foreplay. She had made the mistake of sleeping with him a number of times and now he felt that he owned her. He was handsome and truly well built with muscles galore. Initially, Belle did find him attractive at a primal level and the first time he showed her his hunting trophies she went along hoping she would get to see more. She wondered if every part of his body was as large. He boasted about the size of everything mounted on the walls then pulled her close.
“There’s one trophy I’m especially proud of,” he said as he lowered his voice “but it’s kind of a secret. Come in here.”
He led her to a side room lit by a single candle and had her close her eyes. She heard some rustling.
“Open your eyes,” he instructed.
Belle saw that Gaston had completely stripped and was standing sideways in front of the candle so that she could see his body silhouetted in profile. He was flexing his muscles, arms at his sides, legs slightly bent in a classic bodybuilder pose. But what really got her attention was the nine inch club-like protrusion that jutted out between his legs. Her mouth became dry as her heart pounded with excitement. This might be just what she was looking for, a real man to finally really satisfy her.
“What do you think? It’s a real beauty isn’t it?” Gaston asked as he approached her. Belle couldn’t tear her eyes off his manhood which swung in front of him in like a battering ram.
He put his hands on her shoulders and Belle closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss. Instead, she was surprised when he pushed her down on her knees.
“I’m sure you can’t wait to taste it,” he said as he pushed his throbbing shaft in her face.
Belle had no choice but to open her mouth as Gaston pushed his erection deep into her mouth. He grabbed her head and she barely had time to relax her throat when he shoved himself deep into her mouth. He pumped in and out of her mouth with no regard for her, using Belle only for his own pleasure. He pulled out and pulled Belle to her feet.
“Enough of that. You shouldn’t be too greedy,” he stated as he reached up to the front of her shirt and dress and tore them open, exposing her breasts. “This is your lucky day.”
He put one arm behind her back to support her while he used the other hand to roughly grab and pinch her breast. He leaned over and feasted on her nipple, sucking and biting it until it felt raw. Gaston easily lifted her and dropped her on the bed. He pushed up her dress and ripped her panties off, flexing his muscles as he did so.
Belle watched as he positioned himself between her legs and felt the head of his penis nestle against her opening. Without warning, he lunged forward and drove his massive log deep into Belle causing her to cry out in pain and in pleasure. Gaston didn’t relent, pulling back slightly only to push forward again and again until he was completely buried inside the petite brunette. Belle barely had time to savor the feeling of being so filled before Gaston began to pound into her with his hardened flesh. He put his hands on her chest, one on each breast and kneaded her them roughly as he pistoned in and out of her.
Belle actually found herself enjoying the feeling of being manhandled, of having such a large mass of throbbing flesh inside of her. But when she looked up at Gaston, she saw that he was watching himself in a mirror at the head of the bed flexing his muscles as he continued to thrust his hips. She realized that he was in love with himself and he would never care about anyone else. Though she had a definite physical attraction, and enjoyed the feeling of him inside of her, she knew that this wasn’t really what she wanted either.
Gaston’s pace increased and soon he bellowed as buried himself deep inside of Belle. She felt his erection pulse as his seed shot out filling her more than any other man. He collapsed on top of her and immediately fell asleep as his shrinking erection slid out of her. Belle managed to slide out from under his sleeping form. She gathered her torn clothes around her and wrapped a blanket over herself. As she left, even though she felt a wonderful soreness from being filled like she had never been filled in her life, she felt an emptiness even as his semen leaked down her thigh. Even as large as he was, still she was not satisfied. Belle feared that she would never find someone who could really satisfy her.
Gaston however did indeed enjoy his encounter with Belle and every chance he got, he would corner her and ravish her body. He became as skilled at hunting Belle as he was at hunting his other prey. Once when Belle had gone into the woods looking for berries, he jumped out of a tree and landed in front of her, posing with his erect penis jutting out of an opening in his pants. That was his idea of foreplay. Show women his manly tool and that should be enough to get them aroused. He pulled open her dress exposing her breasts and attacked them with gusto with his hands and mouth. Once he had his fill, he pulled her dress off and pushed Belle over a large boulder. The cold rock dug painfully into her soft breasts and stomach as Gaston thrust in and out of her until he erupted inside of her, filling her with his hot seed.
Another time, when she was walking through the village at dusk, he pulled her into an alley and pushed her against a wall. Gaston pulled up her dress, ripped off her panties, and shoved his erection into her even though she was dry. He pumped in and out until he quickly came and strolled off, leaving her leaning against the stone wall, gasping for air.
She began to avoid him as much as possible, but sometimes, like today in town it was inevitable. At least there were a lot of people around so that she could escape.
“I have to get home and help my father,” she stated.
An explosion rocked her house and smoke came out of the chimney and window. Belle ran to the house and into the smoky basement.
“Are you all right, Papa?” she asked.
“I’m ready to give up on this hunk of junk,” her Papa complained as he kicked his invention.
But once Belle soothed his nerves, he got to work on his wood chopping machine and soon it was working, much to his surprise. He hitched his wagon loaded with his new invention to Phillipe their horse and left for the fair.
Meanwhile, Gaston was ready to make Belle his wife so that he could have her whenever and wherever he wanted. Those times he managed to bang her only made him want her even more. He led a wedding party to her house and went in to ask her to marry him, never thinking that she might refuse. He thought he had her trapped when she opened the door and he tumbled out into the mud.
Belle was so indignant that she found herself talking to the chickens as she fed them.
“Can you imagine, he asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless… Madame Gaston, his little wife. Not me, no sir, I want more than this provincial life.”
She ran into an open field overlooking a beautiful river valley, the hills colored with the reds and golds of autumn.
“I want so much more than they’ve got planned,” Belle yelled out into the distance.
Phillipe, her horse came galloping into the field, pulling the wagon, but her father was nowhere in sight. Belle unhitched the wagon and had Phillipe take her to her father. They rode through the darkening woods as gray clouds glowered overhead until they reached a dark foreboding castle surrounded by a high stone wall. Phillipe snorted and began to buck with fear. Belle dismounted and soothed him. She turned and saw her father’s hat on the ground just inside the gate. Belle picked up his hat and made her way to the front door. The place seemed deserted and rather spooky. She summoned her courage, pushed open the main door with a creak and entered the castle. Her steps and voice echoed as she called out, looking for her father.
Belle searched through many dark and empty halls of the castle. She thought she heard someone and followed the sounds up a winding staircase up the tower where she found her father. As they talked, her father tried to warn her to leave, but it was too late. Belle felt someone grab her shoulder and whip her around, making her drop her torch into a puddle, extinguishing it. The room was dark except for a dim beam of light from a high window.
“What are you doing here?” a deep voice growled.
“Who’s there? Who are you?” a frightened Belle asked trying to see who was there.
“The master of this castle,” came the gruff reply.
“I’ve come for my father. Please let him out,” she pleaded. “Can’t you see he’s sick?”
“Then he shouldn't have trespassed here.”
“But he could die. Please, I'll do anything!” she begged.
“There's nothing you can do. He's my prisoner.”
“Oh, there must be some way I can...,” Belle suddenly had an idea. “Wait! Take me, instead!”
“You! You would take his place?”
“Belle!” her father cried out. “No! You don't know what you're doing!”
“If I did, would you let him go?” continued Belle.
“Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever.”
Belle thought about it, then realized she had not seen her captor.
“Come into the light,” she said.
First she saw his legs, bent with huge hairy feet. Then she gasped as she saw the Beast for the first time, towering over her. He had a huge furry head with horns on top and fangs jutted from his bottom jaw.
“No, Belle,” her father cried. “I won't let you do this!”
But Belle stepped forward, head bowed in defeat.
“You have my word,” she stated.
“Done!” the Beast exclaimed as he unlocked the cell door and dragged her father away.
Belle watched from the window as the Beast threw her father into the palanquin which came to life and took her father over the bridge of the moat and back to the village. The Beast returned to the tower to find Belle sitting on the stone floor of the cell where she was still crying.
As the Beast looked down at his new prisoner, he suddenly saw how beautiful she was. Her cloak and dress could not hide her curves and the Beast began to feel a stirring in his loins awakening parts of his body that had been dormant for so long. He remembered how soft her arm felt when he first grabbed her, how her fresh scent had filled his nostrils as she spun around.
The Beast took Belle to her room and gave her permission to go to any part of the castle except the West Wing. He tried to make her feel welcome, but it had been so long since he had interacted with anyone, that his social skills lacked polish and his actions did more to upset her than soothe her raw nerves. He invited her to dinner, but when she refused, he ended up yelling at her. He bounded to the West Wing and picked up the magic mirror to see what Belle was doing. The magic mirror glowed green, then revealed Belle in her bedroom talking to the Wardrobe.
“I don't want to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him!” the lovely young lady stated.
The Beast put down the mirror gently and muttered, “I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. It's hopeless.”
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