The Prince was a vain egomaniac with an obsession
with his looks. He had fucked most of the women in
his kingdom and still found no one worthy of being
his princess. That didn’t stop him from continuing to
fuck, under the premise of finding the right girl.
One day, a beautiful enchantress came to the Castle,
wearing nothing but her long blonde hair
strategically placed over her round breasts. She
asked the Prince if he would have dinner with her.
The Prince agreed but before the two reached the
dining room, the prince grabbed her by her hair and
viciously raped her in the hall, pounding his long,
royal cock into her tight cunt, causing her great
pain. Just as he was about to climax into her, she
disappeared from beneath him.
Instead she floated above him, cursing his wickedness
and sentencing him to becoming a hideous beast,
saying that since he was not willing to get to know
her before satisfying his desire, he should find out
what’s it’s like to be trapped inside of a terrible
beast. If he could get a virgin to surrender her
vaginal cherry by his 21st birthday, the spell would
be lifted and he would become a handsome prince
again. If not, he and the inhabitants of his Castle
would remain objects forever.
Ashamed of his monstrous look, the prince became
secluded in his Castle and he had contact with no one
but his servants. Until one day…
PART 1-The Choice
Belle just knew she didn’t fit in her quiet little
French town. Her father, Maurice, was an inventor and
he had encouraged her to read and be studious. Most
of the other townspeople thought it was odd for a
girl to want to learn and thought her odd.
The one man who seemed to not mind her oddness was
Gaston and he only saw her gorgeous breasts and long,
thin legs. She was the most beautiful girl in town
so, despite the fact that dozens of women swooned at
his feet, Gaston had his eyes set on Belle.
Belle wanted nothing to do with the boorish Gaston.
In him, she saw the worst of her small provincial
town. She wanted adventure and to get away from her
small town. She wanted to be free of this place and
go find true happiness and love.
The only thing keeping her in town was her slightly
senile father, who needed her. After her mother died,
Belle was all he had left. But, they both hoped that
his newest invention would bring him great riches and
fame and he set off for the fair.
It was long before a “short cut” left Maurice lost in
the dark, scary woods. When the wolves nipped at his
horse’s hooves, Maurice was thrown from the horse. He
ran for his life, stumbling upon a dark, forbidden
castle. Although the gate was wide open, the wolves
would not follow, seeming to dread going into the
castle. A puzzled Maurice ran into it anyway and
yelled for help.
Within seconds, he met up with a talking clock and
candlestick. While these creatures were very nice, a
feather duster took the most interest in him, sidling
up to him, tickling him with her feather, cooing at
him. Suddenly, there was a great roar and a hideous
beast was there.
“You came to gawk at the creature. You are my
prisoner. Take him to the dungeon and torture him.”
“NOOO!!! PLEEEAASSEE!!”
But two large objects grabbed him and threw the old
man into a dungeon cage.
Meanwhile, Belle was busy saying no to Gaston’s
advances. Everywhere she went, he followed. But the
final straw was him sneaking into her cottage while
she bathed and trying to have his way with her. She
somehow fought off his advances when his goofy friend
Lafou unintentionally interfered and she ran from the
cottage.
She hadn’t gotten far when she came across her
father’s house and wagon. She knew that her father
was in trouble and jumped onto the horse to go and
find him. She made it to the Castle and went inside.
The enchanted inhabitants of the castle were shocked
to see a beautiful girl in the castle. Since the
spell, the only visitors were men and they were there
to hunt the beast. Each of them became prisoners,
much like the old man now…tortured with pleasure
until it became pain. Then they were killed.
The girl made her way around the castle, calling out
for her father. “Papa? Papa, are you here?”
“OHH GODD! BEELLLEEE GETT AWAAYYY FRRROOMMM
HEEERRREEE!”
Belle heard her father’s cry and ran down a dark
stairwell. She arrived to find him completely naked
and hanging from his wrists in a cell. In front of
him, what looked to be a duster had his cock in her
mouth and was sucking him hard. She saw blood
dripping from her father’s back and legs, from welts
caused by a whip.
“PAPA! Oh God, what is happening.”
“Oh Belle, they’re torturing me Belle. You must
escape. OHHH! GOODDD !!! NNNN!!!”
Belle heard the feather duster purring and swallowing
and knew that her father had emptied his load into
the woman/object. She looked away, revolted by this
act. She was a virgin, never even saw a cock before.
She was sickened that this thing would do such a
disgusting thing to her sweet old father.
“Please stop, I can’t take it anymore. You’ve already
sucked four out of me. I’m an old man. OHHH!!”
“HMMM, but I love the male cock, OHHH,” and her head
went back down on the old man’s organ, causing him to
groan in pain and pleasure.
“Papa, I will go for help!”
RRRROOOOAAARRR!!!!
“You will go no where. What is the meaning of this?”
The beasts leaped into the dungeon area, just a few
feet from Belle who gasped and took a step backwards.
“Please, this is my father. He is sick. Let me take
him home.”
“He is my prisoner. He trespassed on my property. Now
you leave or take his place. Either way, one of you
must get out now.”
“I’ll take his place. Please let my father go, look
at him. He’ll die.”
“No Belle, you don’t know what you are doing,”
Maurice said to his only daughter, “ahhh,” he said as
the feather duster worked her magic on his cock.
“You heard her. Release the old man. The girl is our
new prisoner.”
With that, the feather duster started bawling but
Maurice was released from his bonds and his cock was
removed from her mouth for the first time in hours.
He gasped as his now flaccid cock bounced…his cock
was so used to the constant sucking that it now hurt
with every movement.
The exhausted man couldn’t even move towards his
daughter but he was forcibly pulled past her and out
of the dungeon. The girl ran towards him, hoping for
a goodbye, but the Beast would not allow it.
“PAPA, wait, please wait!”
“Don’t worry about him, he is no longer your concern.
Bring her to her new room.”
The big objects grabbed the beautiful girl and
roughly took her out of the dungeon. They pushed her
down long, dark hallways and towards the east side of
the castle.
“I should warn you about going to the West Wing, but
I don’t think you will be wandering. Mrs. Potts, into
my chambers.”
The large teapot looked positively pale but followed
dutifully behind her master as the other servants
smiled. Meanwhile, Belle was forced into a room that
looked like a dungeon. Stocks, ropes, whips,
everything was in there. Within seconds, the servants
had tied her down spread eagle on the bed.
“Oh God, please no, I’m begging you, let me go. I’m a
good girl.”
“Lumiere, could it be,” Cogsworth the Clock said to
the candle.
“Let me check,” the candle said, pulling the girl’s
dress up and ripping her panties off by burning the
sides. He brought his light down between the girl’s
legs for a better view.
Belle felt the heat and groaned. “Please no,” but it
was no use as the candle managed to spread her pussy
lips apart and shine his light inside.
“Yes, I think I see it…yes, it’s there. She’s a
virgin.”
“Oh God, this is too good to be true. So all the
Master has to do…”
“SHHHH!!! You know the rule…he can’t force
anything. But we can do this…,” said Lumiere as he
pushed his cock into the ass of the bound beauty who
screamed and begged for mercy.
“If you think this is bad, wait until the rest of the
servants get a piece of you.”
PART 2-BE OUR GUEST
The anal rape by the candle turned into a chorus
line. Several of the Castle’s enchanted servants used
her battered asshole. They then lined up to use her
mouth. Along the way, she heard the candle singing a
song about being their guest…saying it had been
years since they had fucked someone and they would
provide the jizz. It was awful and the girl prayed
for a miracle.
Meanwhile, in the west wing, the beast was giving his
regular fucking to Mrs. Potts, the kindly old cook
who had been the recipient of the Master’s cum since
he had been turned into a beast. Prior to that, she
had worked for his father, the king, a nasty old man
who had forced her into wearing a revealing outfit
and took pleasure in lifting her skirt and groping
her. She had put up with it from him because the pay
was good and she had young children to feed.
Then, in the years following the king’s death, the
young prince had taken control of her, degrading her
worse than the father. Though he was still a young
man, his cock was huge and thick and he liked to use
it. He would summon her into his chambers and she
would not leave for days. He was insatiable and would
stuff his monster cock into her holes over and over
again.
When it got to the point when she was not allowed
clothing and spent five times the amount of time in
his chambers rather than the kitchen, she had decided
that no job was worth it. She was packing the
children up after telling the prince that she was
leaving. He scoffed at her but had made no comment.
It was then that the enchantress had worked her
spell, forcing her to remain in the castle with the
man she now hated.
Since then, her treatment had gotten worse. She was
subjected to numerous humiliations and assaults. She
had been fucked so many different ways that she had
lost count. She had been forced to give away the last
of her dignity and become a full-time fucktoy,
surrendering the cooking duties to other
servants…she was too busy having her pussy, ass and
mouth pummeled to take care of the kitchen. Her tits
were a disaster after being clawed continually by
him.
And her children were being neglected. In fact, the
Beast had forced her to reveal herself to her sons,
who took great pleasure in making fun of her.
Meanwhile, her daughter became a slut for the stable
boys. Mrs. Potts wasn’t even sure what had happened
to her. The last she had seen her, the poor dear had
a horse cock in her mouth and the stable boys cock in
her ass. Poor thing, Mrs. Potts thought.
But Mrs. Potts could not worry about her
daughter…she was too busy getting reamed for the
second time in an hour. The spell had doubled the
size of the prince’s monster cock and the amount of
time he could fuck without cumming. And the poor
monster was not even allowed the pleasure of being
satisfied after cumming. His cock remained rock hard
and his desires never abated.
He was cursed with a constant erection and no way of
relieving it. The only way of getting rid of it would
be inside of the pussy of a virgin who gave himself
to him willingly and it seemed unlikely that any
woman, let alone a virgin, would ever allow herself
to be invaded by his monster cock.
RRROOOOAAARRR!!! The Beast let go a mighty sound and
pushed into Mrs. Potts to the hilt. She screamed out
as his seed filled the depths of her pussy…it was
as if he pushed open her cervix and poured the seed
directly into her uterus.
Finally, he pulled out of her, pushing her to the
ground. She laid there for a few moments before
asking his permission to leave. He snarled that he
was not yet done with her.
She cowered in the corner, waiting for further
instructions. As she sat there, she saw his cock and
noticed that it was even hairier and thicker than it
had been yesterday. Every day the spell went on, the
physical changes became more and more pronounced. His
cock was the last thing to get hairy and she knew he
didn’t have much time left to spare all of their
lives. She looked up at the rose that was encased in
glass on his mantel…there were just three petals
left. Once they were gone, the spell would be
permanent and they would remain objects forever.
Mrs. Potts had noticed the changes in herself. Her
arms were no longer usable…now just like spouts of
a teapot. Her hair was turning grayer and grayer to
make her look more and more like a silver pot.
Mrs. Potts sat there and prayed for a miracle. For
some reason, she had been the only woman servant in
the castle to be used by him. Marie, the feather
duster, is so cock crazy that she would have probably
loved being the recipient of his attention. Instead,
he only used her holes, torturing her alone. She
thought that it might have had something to do with
her resigning her position and revenge.
He moved towards her when she begged him to stop.
“Please Master, what if I helped you get Belle to
give her virginity to you? Would you stop raping and
torturing me?”
The Beast stopped where he was and looked with
puzzlement at his slave. He was surprised she would
be willing to help him after everything he had done
to her.
“Yes cunt, if you can convince the girl to fuck me, I
will leave you be and let you go free forever. What
is your plan?”
The woman/teapot leaned into the hideous beast and
whispered her plan to save herself, though she knew
she was resigning the young girl to years of misery.
The beast smiled, knowing that it might work.
PART 3-The Asking (or Begging)
Belle laid there, sobbing as the disgusting clock
rammed his cock into her ravaged asshole. She was out
of tears and her sobs were now just dry heaves.
Finally, Cogsworth gave a gasp and pushed into her
hard. She felt his cum mixing with the dozens of
others already in her anus and pull out. She felt the
cum dripping out of her extended, abused hole and
onto her thighs. She wanted to die from the
humiliation of having so many men rape her. Her mouth
was full of their cum and it was all she could taste.
She would do anything for a drink of water, anything
to make her forget this terrible moment.
RRROOOAARR!!! The Beast leapt into the room and threw
Cogworth against the wall.
“What is the meaning of this? Who authorized this
terrible invasion of our prisoner?”
“Bbbuttt, Mmmassterr, yyyou!!!”
“SILENCE!” The Beast roared. “I never gave you
permission to abuse this poor girl like this. Away
with you all.”
Belle watched through glazed eyes as the servants
left her room. She breathed a sigh of relief, praying
that the worst was over.
She felt the Beast remove her wrist cuffs from the
headboard and then her ankle cuffs. Unable to move,
she gladly fell into his arms, no longer afraid of
his monstrous appearance. He carried her into a
bright, cheery room, unlike any she had seen in the
castle.
“Belle, this is your new room. I am sorry for what
has happened to you.”
He laid her down gently onto a nice, clean bed that
was soft and gentle. Mrs. Potts limped towards the
bed, wearing clothes for the first time in years,
albeit a skimpy apron.
“Dear, please help yourself to some tea,” she said,
pouring some of the hot liquid from her pot into a
cup at the girl’s bedside. The naked beauty sat up
with some effort and took the tea, gratefully lapping
it up.
“May I have some more please,” she asked, dying to
get the awful taste of cum from her mouth.
“Why certainly dearie, my pleasure.”
After the girl drank some tea, another object
entered. “Belle, this is the castle’s doctor. He has
some cream for your bottom dear.”
“Oh, thank God,” the girl said, her head dropping
back.
“Yes Miss, this cream will help you but I have to tie
your ankles apart and your wrists to the headboard.
This cream is going to sting at first and I can’t
have you touching the area. Please understand.”
“No, please,” the girl said, desperately wanting to
keep her little bit of found freedom, but instead the
doctor easily overtook the exhausted girl and was
able to tie her wrists to the headboard. He then
pulled up some stirrups and attached her ankles to it
so that her pussy and asshole was completely open and
vulnerable.
“Oh God, please no, no more rape, please.”
“Maam, I am disgraced at your comments. I have never
raped a patient and never would. How dare you
criticize me when I am trying to help you.”
Despite herself, Belle felt bad, afraid that she had
offended the doctor.
“Oh Sir, I am most sorry. It’s just, everyone has
raped me, I just figured.”
“Forget it. It’s done anyway. Let me apply the
salve.”
The salve actually had no curing agent in it at all.
It was in fact a cream of meat, meant to entice the
castle dog into the room.
“There, not so bad, right,” the doctor said, kindly
smiling at Belle.
The naked, spread beauty smiled. “No, doesn’t sting
at all,” not wanting to add that the smell was
horrible.
“Okay, let’s leave her to rest a bit.”
Mrs. Potts reluctantly followed the doctor out of the
room, knowing that his fee would be her ass. But she
did so, hoping that the spell would soon be broken
and she could leave this hell.
Meanwhile, Belle laid her head back, grateful to
finally be alone. She wanted to cry for her father
and her lost life, but had nothing left to do. She
finally dozed off, exhausted by the rapes and the
events of the last day.
She dreamt of being away from all of this, in a nice,
relaxing meadow near a stream. She laid there nude on
the soft grass. Suddenly she felt something warm
between her legs. She awoke with a startle and saw a
large ottoman/dog licking her pussy and ass.
“No, no boy, down, please no boyyy….ahhh!!!”
Belle could feel the pleasure ripping through her
body and wanted no parts of it. But the rough tongue
of the dog probing her soft, tight pussy was too
good. She wanted to cum so badly but certainly did
not want her orgasm to come from this dog.
“NNOOO!!!,” she screamed but the orgasm washed over
her…but it wasn’t enough. She wanted something to
fill her. The dog continued his assault on her
pussy…she thrashed and moaned but no one came to
help. Another orgasm swept through her but it still
did not satisfy her.
From his chambers, the Beast watched the action
through his magic mirror. He saw the beauty’s naked
form and lusted for her, knowing that she was the one
to finally satisfy him. But he had to bide his time,
wait until she couldn’t take it anymore. He continued
to watch, using his paws to jerk off another orgasm,
trying to time it so that he came as she did.
For Belle, the torment went on for hours. The sunny
day turned into a dark night as she sat there,
totally nude as the dog licked every nook and cranny
of her pussy and ass. She so wanted him gone, but so
wanted him to stay too. She wanted a cock inside of
her and would have begged for it.
Just then, she heard a whistle and the dog thankfully
ran away. Within seconds, the Beast was in her room,
next to her bed.
“Oh God, that dog, it was terrible, he just kept
licking, thank God you saved me.”
“It’s okay Belle, I am here now. Let me untie you,”
the Beast said gently using his claws to undo her
binds.
She was grateful for his kindness and wanted to thank
him. And she also wondered if he could fulfill her
deep longing in the pussy.
“Thank you Sir, I am so stiff…it must have been
hours.”
“Belle, can I tell you something?”
“Sure, anything.”
“Well, I haven’t always been a beast. I was once a
handsome prince, but I was turned this way by an evil
witch. Since then, I haven’t been with a woman.”
The Beast pretended to look down in embarrassment.
Actually, he was trying hard to keep from laughing.
His cock still had remnants of Mrs. Potts’ pussy
juices.
But Belle did not see that. She saw a man that was in
anguish, much like herself. She saw a man excluded
from society, a man who didn’t fit in, and she saw
herself.
“I know the feeling. I have never been with a man
either, well until today.” She started to sob. The
Beast moved towards her, holding her close.
“I am sorry about that. The servants have been
reprimanded. It will not happen again,” he said. He
should have added, at least until after I’ve fucked
you, but he remained silent.
“Belle, could I ask you a favor? Would you let me put
my penis inside of you? It would be so wonderful for
a guy like me and it would be a wonderful release.”
Belle thought for a moment, wondering if this was
okay. She had always intended to wait until marriage
but knew she was going to allowed to leave this place
anyway. And the itch was so great.
“Okay, but please be gentle, I’m still a virgin in my
vagina.”
The Beast smiled tenderly. “I will be sweetie, I will
be.”
He lifted the pretty girl onto her bed and arranged
her legs spread. He asked her to close her eyes as he
undid his pants, not wanting her to say no. She did
as commanded and he lowered his pants. His huge cock
sprang out, measuring at least 17 inches long and
four inches wide.
He moved towards her, gently licking her pussy, which
was soaking wet. Perfect he thought. He pushed the
tip of his cock between her lips and her eyes went
wide at the stretching feeling. Just as she was about
to protest, he pushed into her violently. As Belle
screamed, stars filled the room as the beast began to
be transformed back into a prince. But that didn’t
stop him from fucking her completely, filling her
pussy to overflow. Despite the awful pain of her
virginity being ripped from her, Belle was feeling
pleasure and started to buck her hips in rhythm with
the fucking. She looked up and saw a handsome prince
where the beast had been. All around the castle,
objects were turning into people again and cheers
went up. But Belle ignored that, concentrating on
this gorgeous creature above her pounding his cock
into her. She liked the pain and pleasure and soon
both of them shook with tremendous orgasms. For the
first time in years, the prince was satisfied.
They laid together in her bed, exhausted from their
first real orgasm. The prince, once so jaded by
women, was completely in love with this new girl who
had given him his much-needed relief. Belle finally
felt at home, like a woman who had been totally
fulfilled by a man.
“Belle, you are no longer my prisoner. You may go.”
Belle sat up, shocked at his words. “But sir, I can’t
leave. I love you.”
The prince smiled and pulled her lips to his and
kissed her. A fairy tale had begun as the young
beauty became the prince’s eternal sex slave, a setup
that pleased them both greatly.
EPILOGUE
Belle and the Prince became lovers, spending mostly
every minute of every day together. The Prince loved
doing all sorts of things to her naked body and Belle
reveled in his attention and torments. They spent
hours every day fucking like rabbits and she even
bore him three children, including a daughter who was
being raised to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
Marie, the former feather duster, went off and found
Maurice, Belle’s father, the man she fell in love
with. She spent most of her time naked in his
cottage, sucking his cock (which they both loved),
doing his housework and cooking (since Belle was
gone) and fucking. They also provided some offspring,
with two stepbrothers for Belle to fuck.
Mrs. Potts, the engineer of the plan, never did get
away. The prince, angry at her turning on Belle, made
her a stable slave and set her daughter free. Mrs.
Potts spent most of her time on her hands and knees,
sucking the other servant’s cock and servicing the
horses. She had lost the ability to keep her asshole
closed after several of the stallions had their way
back there and now almost constantly leaked from her
bottom holes.
She prayed for death to come but it never did and she
was left to serve until a very old age.
