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Beauty on the Beast
Disclaimer: This story is based on Disney characters and situations created and owned by Disney. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. But the prince was impatient because a young woman was waiting in his chambers and he knew that he was about to be introduced to the sensual pleasures of the flesh for his first time.
And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Thus he was denied not only of the pleasure that night, but any other pleasure from that point on.
Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?
Belle was a beautiful young lady who lived alone with her eccentric inventor father just outside of a small French village. Her father had given her his love of learning and she spent hours reading all the books she could get her hands on. She yearned to experience the adventures and thrills that she read about, to explore to experience all that the world had to give, to truly feel alive. But she felt trapped, stifled by the traditional old-fashioned customs of her provincial little town where they had recently moved. She tried to talk to her father about it, but he was always so preoccupied with his inventions, he did not notice her needs.
Trapped in this small town, Belle tried to experience as much as she could. Given that there was no far off places to explore, or daring swordfights, magic spells, or princes around like she had read about in her books, Belle tried to experience other themes she had read about, like romance and love. She wanted to be swept off her feet, to feel the ecstasy a woman feels when she is together with a man like she had read in many books. Though she appeared demure and dressed conservatively, Belle was full of boundless sexual energy and desires. She tried to satisfy this hunger but given that her choices in this small quiet village were limited, she improvised as best as she could.
Belle walked out of her house, reminiscing as she crossed over the little bridge into town.
“Little town, it’s a quiet village. Every day, like the one before,” she murmured to herself. “Little town, full of little people. Waking up to say…”
“Bonjour,” a thin redheaded man with a mustache greeted her as he flung open the windows on the second floor of his house.
Belle looked up at the man who so eagerly greeted her. He was the town’s carpenter and was the first man from the village she had utilized. Her father needed some wood from the carpenter and had sent Belle to get what he needed. The carpenter had greeted Belle at the door and invited her into his woodshop. While he set about finding all of the things she needed, Belle, always curious, walked around looking at all the intricate woodwork that filled his shop.
In one corner, a piece of canvas partially covered a shelf. She peeked behind it and saw dozens of polished wooden rods of various sizes. Belle picked one up, her hand comfortably reaching around its circumference. The wood felt soft as she lightly ran her hand over it and the blunt end flared out so that there was a thicker knob on the end. Suddenly, she realized that it was exactly the same size and shape as a man’s penis. She looked at the carpenter busy with his work in a different light, sizing him up. She wondered if he used his own tool as the model for what she held. Belle brought the tip to her mouth and ran her lips over it as she felt herself become aroused. She would have to get one of these.
But Belle wanted more than a piece of wood. The carpenter was still busy so she pretended to stumble and grabbed the canvas as she fell with a clatter. The carpenter ran over to her where Belle lay sprawled on the ground surrounded by the wooden dildos she had knocked down. Her legs had flopped apart allowing her dress to ride above her knees showing her creamy white thighs to which the carpenter’s eyes were glued.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry. Sometimes I’m so clumsy. I hope I didn’t break anything,” Belle answered as she looked around herself.
As she moved about, she allowed her dress to ride even higher. Belle noted by the growing bulge tenting up his trousers that the carpenter had also noticed.
“Let me help you up,” he offered as he held out his hand.
Belle grabbed his hand and as he pulled her up, she pretended to slip and fell back, pulling the carpenter on top of her. She could feel his hardness pressing the inside of her thigh as he struggled to push himself up.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized as he looked down at Belle.
Before he could go on, Belle took the initiative and leaned up and kissed him. His eyes opened at first in shock, then closed as Belle deepened the kiss. Belle felt him respond as he became more assertive and began exploring her mouth with his tongue. He ran one hand down to her breast and began to squeeze it, sending a chill up and down her spine. He unbuttoned the top of her dress and her shirt and ran his calloused hand underneath her top to caress her bare breast. Belle never wore a bra enjoying too much the feel of her unencumbered breasts. She groaned with pleasure as the carpenter pinched her nipple, making the nub erect. Soon he moved down to her thigh and pulled her dress up further so his rough hand could stroke her soft skin. Belle felt him squeeze her bottom as he pulled her toward his hard member. Belle broke the kiss.
“You’ve left a piece of wood in you trousers,” Belle said as she reached down and squeezed his erection through his pants. She pushed the carpenter onto his back and looked at the large bulge. “Let’s see what you’ve been working on down there.”
She pulled his pants and boxers down together letting his erection spring free. She picked up one of the wooden dildos and held it up next to his penis. They were almost identical in size, shape, and in every aspect.
“You have a good eye for detail,” she commented as she lowered her mouth over the end of his erection.
Belle sucked on the head, tasting him as she ran her tongue over the sensitive opening, while pumping the shaft with her hand. She took more and more of his hardness into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She relaxed and pushed on until she had his whole tool in her mouth and she was nuzzling his pubic hair. He groaned as he grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. As much as she enjoyed having him in her mouth, Belle thought she would get more pleasure if he were using his energy thrusting somewhere else. So she disengaged her mouth and lay back, her dress bunched up to her hips, and her top open exposing her breasts.
“Let’s see how well a carpenter can use his tool,” she invited.
The carpenter needed no further encouragement. He pulled her lacy panties off which were already soaked with her juices, exposing her dark curly pubic hair. Belle spread her legs as he kneeled between them and pulled him to her. She felt his erection slide around as he thrust at her, she was so wet, until she guided it toward her opening. He pressed forward and she could feel his hard tool push past her inner lips and enter her most private area.
She savored the feeling of fullness as he thrust and penetrated her to the hilt. She felt him withdraw and plunge forward again and again, setting up a rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to built within her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him, trying to get him to go as deep as he could. He braced his upper body with one arm and with his free hand, massaged her breast, pinching the nipples as he continued to pump into her. Belle felt the electrical shocks from her nipples enhancing the pleasure in her pelvis and she could feel it building to a crescendo. But too quickly, the carpenter started to moan as his tempo became more urgent and she could feel his wooden shaft pulse as he erupted inside of her.
Belle left the carpenter’s woodshop carrying the things her father needed along with a wooden keepsake of the carpenter’s tool. As the semen continued to ooze out of her she still felt unsatisfied because even though the experience was pleasurable, she wasn’t able to find any release for the tension inside of her. She went back to a secluded open field behind her house with one of her erotic books and discarded her clothes. She lay on the soft fresh green grass as the wind and sun caressed her bare skin reveling in the feeling of being unencumbered and free. As she read, she let her hand wander down, touching herself until she quickly had the orgasm and release that had been denied her.
Belle visited the carpenter daily after that, trying different positions, different tempos, different places to see if she could be satisfied. But as eager as he was, he just couldn’t satisfy her. She enjoyed the sex, but something was missing.
“Bonjour,” the butcher greeted her from his window, breaking her reverie.
The butcher was a stocky man with a thin black mustache. Belle remembered his mustache tickling her as he pushed his thick sausage into her. He was thicker than the carpenter, and stretched her in a most pleasurable way. But the sensation of his meat plunging in and out of her was still not enough to satisfy her.
“Bonjour,” the salesman tipped his hat off his head which was stuck in the stock along with both of his arms. He was being held on public display as part of his prison sentence. Belle remembered the slick talking salesman well. Late one night, her father had sent her out on an errand to get some petroleum jelly he needed to complete an invention. The traveling salesman was the only person she knew who had this and she went to his wagon to get it. The salesman seemed unusually happy to see her and insisted on accompanying her back to her house. As they passed the then empty stock, he managed to talk her into putting her head and arms into the structure to see what it felt like to be a prisoner.
The stock forced Belle to bend over at the waist and made her feel oddly vulnerable.
“This is really an uncomfortable position,” she remarked. “I’m glad I can get out now.”
“Not so fast,” the salesman answered as he moved behind her.
“What are you doing?” Belle asked.
“Just enjoying the view.”
Belle squirmed at the thought of the salesman openly admiring her bottom. But a part of her started to become aroused. She was being held captive, yes, but by a man who was interested in her as a sexual object of desire.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Of course I’m not going to hurt you. On the contrary. I think you’re going to enjoy this.”
She felt him run a hand over her bottom, squeezing first one cheek, than the other. Then he ran one hand up the inside of her leg from her calf up to the softness of her inner thigh. Belle looked around, partly to see if anyone would come to her aid, but also concerned that someone would see them as the salesman lifted her dress and flipped it up over her waist. She felt the cool air hit her bottom as he pulled her panties down to her knees and ran a finger up her slit already wet with her arousal.
“Mon cherie. I see you are already enjoying this. Well let us not make you wait any longer.”
Belle heard some rustling and felt him rub the head of his penis up and down her bottom. Then he placed it right at her opening, grabbed her hips, and thrust forward, burying his entire erection inside of her. Belle felt her whole body was electrified, her nerves standing on edge by being in this helpless position out in the open, being used for someone else’s pleasure. The salesman pulled open her top so he could take hold of her breasts as they bounced back and forth below her. She was so aroused by her situation that the stimulation from him tweaking her nipples and him pumping in and out of her pushed the waves of pleasure quickly to a peak. She convulsed with pleasure as the first waves of her orgasm hit, making her writhe around the hard flesh that continued to slide in and out, biting her bottom lip to muffle herself. This pushed the salesman over the edge and he shot his seed deep inside of Belle.
That was Belle’s best experience to date because it was so novel, but unfortunately the salesman was caught embezzling the town the next day and was sentenced to time in the stocks and the prison. Everytime Belle walked past the salesman in the stock, she remembered that night and felt herself become aroused.
Belle saw the heavy set baker carrying a tray of fresh breads.
“There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell,” she said to herself. “Every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town...”
A thick baguette caught her eye and she thought back to her last encounter with the baker. Though he was already married, Belle enjoyed the baker putting his stick in her “oven.” He wasn’t getting much action from Marie, his wife, so Belle decided to help him out. No sense in letting his dough rise without someplace to bake it.
As Belle continued to walk through town, she noticed the people watching her and talking about her behind her back. The women were jealous of her beauty and comforted themselves by pointing out how different she was. The men were mesmerized by her beauty, undressing her with their eyes. In fact, most of them had seen her undressed as Belle had slept with most of the men in the village in her quest to be sexually satisfied. She enjoyed the attention she received knowing that she could have any man she wanted. But even that wasn’t enough for her.
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