The Beast

Once upon a time, there lived a rich and handsome prince. He lived in the lap of luxury, surrounded by silk, spices, and vassals who tended to his every need. His name was Prince Adam and he resided in his ancestral home, an ancient and grand castle known locally as La Gueule de Bête.

One day, as he peered out of his balcony, he noticed what appeared to be plumes of smoke rising from brightly colored tents that had seemingly sprung up overnight.

“Cogsworth,” said Prince Adam, “Do you see that uproar yonder? What do you suppose is happening?”

After glancing out the window, his attendant Cogsworth replied, “That, my liege is the Alsace Faire, a great faire that is being held this month by the merchants of Europe.”

“Truly!” Prince Adam remarked. “Then I must go sample these delights!”

And so, the prince departed the castle in his carriage, accompanied by an entourage of knights.

When he arrived at the faire, he was beset by curiosity and desire. To his left was a pair of spice-trading merchants purveying a rare spice, saffron and from them he bought two chests. To his right was a grizzled, Oriental tea peddler and from him he bought two chests. And on and on the prince went, acquiring precious wares until he happened upon a peculiar stall.

It was a simple stall at the edge of the faire, a patch of dirt overlaid with a square, burlap tarp. Occupying the tarp by a portly middle-aged man named Maurice and his very young daughter. Together, they desperately hawked their product to anyone who would listen, grasping tightly in each of their hands what appeared to be a small wagon and a larger, coiled mechanism made of sturdy metal.

“Please! Sir! I beg you, just a minute of your time!” Maurice appealed to the steady stream of disinterested people.

“Just a minute!” his daughter parroted to the tall giants shuffling past her.

But despite their best attempts, no one would stop to listen save the prince who watched them out of curiosity. Eventually, he walked over to the elation of the pair.

As soon as he did, Maurice began extolling the virtues of his invention, the “coiled spring” as he called it, and the benefits of suspension. He claimed it would revolutionize how travellers would traverse throughout the lands while the little girl demonstrated with her tiny model.

Impressed with his creation, the prince offered them his hospitality and invited the man and his daughter to come spend the night at his estate, to which they assented.

By the time the prince and his guests arrived at the castle, the sun had receded towards the horizon, painting the sky a visceral red. Twilight would soon be upon them.

As they entered the castle, they were greeted in the foyer by a host of attendants.

With bowed heads, they all chanted, “Welcome back my lord,” in unison.

The marble floors were freshly waxed, with a grand flight of stairs towards the front that divided into two as the ascended semi-elliptically. The wood bannisters were smoothly polished and the crystal chandelier that hung above shone brightly with its full complement of twenty four candles. Beneath the stairs were two, separate entrances that led to different halls. These halls were lined with oaken hardwood floors and gas light fixtures illuminating every ten feet along the green and red rose-patterned wallpapered wall.

“Prepare dinner for our guests,” the prince ordered as he led the way through the right hallway and into the dining hall.

Dinner was a tremendous affair. The whole castle was abuzz, though none more than the kitchen, where chefs and cooks worked their magic and turned ingredients into a feast. And while the guests waited, they were kept refreshed and entertained by stories the host had heard from his other guests and visitors.

And what a grand feast it was! Spanning over two hours were twelve separate courses, each dish meticulously prepared and served on porcelain plates and delivered on silver platters. There was more flavor and refinement in that single meal than a peasant such as Maurice could expect to experience in his lifetime.

At the conclusion of dinner, the prince stood up and called for his attendant.

“Cogsworth!” he hollered as retainer snapped to attention. “Take the girl to the library and tend to her needs. I must speak with her father.”

“At once sire,” Cogsworth bowed in salute before holding the girl’s hand and leading her out of the hall.

“Don’t worry, she’s in capable hands,” the prince assured Maurice with a friendly smile. “Please, this way. We have much to discuss.”

The library in question was the biggest room in the castle. Bigger than even the dining hall, its many stories were filled with shelves, each filled with many more stories. With her eyes as big as saucers, the girl gasped audibly as she stared in awe at the prince’s collection.

“Tell me, do you like stories?” Cogsworth asked as he helped her onto a couch.

“Yes, very much!” the girl gleefully replied.

“Which story is your favorite?” he asked.

“My favorite?” the girl pondered. “It’s hard to say. I like any story with monsters!”

“Monsters?” Cogsworth remarked. “I don’t like monsters.”

“Why not?” the girl asked.

“Monsters are terrifying! Don’t you find them scary?” he asked back.

“Nooo~!” the girl retorted.

“And why not?” he queried.

“Because monsters aren’t real!” she explained.

“Well, I’ll see what I can find,” the retainer smiled wryly as he stood up and fetched a book.

When he returned, he began reading to the girl and soon, she fell asleep.

When she awoke, she found herself alone in the library, alone that is, with the exception of the prince.

“Are you awake?” he asked on the couch beside her.

“Yes,” she replied groggily. “Where is my father?” she asked as she looked up towards him.

“He’ll be here shortly,” the prince promised as he placed his hand around her shoulders. “Take off your shoes,” he requested as the girl did as she was bid. Using his thumb, he gently and affectionately brushed the back of her shoulder over, and over.

She was such a delicate little thing, she was so small and it wouldn’t take much to hurt her.

“Okay,” she said as she let him pull her close.

“Did you like it here in the castle?” the prince whispered as he spoke mutedly by her ear.

“Yes, very much so,” the girl replied.

“Good,” he said before he kissed the girl on the head. “Stand up,” he asked as she did as she was told.

Then, he surreptitiously untied the girdle laces around her hips.

“Raise your arms,” he said as the girl mindlessly obeyed.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he pulled her clothes up and removed her dress.

“Shh,” he hushed as he threw the dress aside and wrapped her in an embrace and kissed the nape of her neck.

“Where’s my dad?” the girl insisted with greater urgency.

“He’ll be here soon,” he promised again as he reached his hand down beneath her undergarments and began toying with her clitoris.

“Wait! Stop!” shouted the girl as she tried to push him away.

But she couldn’t. Seizing her more tightly, the prince breathed heavily down her neck as he continued to fondle the girl. The girl became more rigid and confused as her body froze. Her mind was in a haze; his fingers felt good and yet, she sensed instinctively that this touching was bad though she didn’t know why.

After a while, her vagina started to get wet. Her face flushed, her pulse quickened and her breathing became shallower. The prince could feel her wetness grow with his fingers, the warmth of her small genitals slowly and unconsciously adjusting to arousal.

It didn’t take long for the prince to strip away her undergarments and with them, the last vestige of her clothes. As she stood naked, naked and confused, the prince stood up, undid his trousers and stepped out of them. Then, with an unmerciful grasp, he forced the girl to the ground and deflowered her with the deepest thrust.

Her scream pierced not only the night but the heavens themselves. At the site of their joined bodies, blood flowed freely from the girl’s torn vagina as he moved freely inside her.

The girl screamed hysterically as her body was split apart repeatedly. She screamed and she screamed but each scream only served to engorge the man who was raping her.

And though her plaintive pleas were heard echoing throughout these ancient halls, ultimately, they fell on deaf ears. Though they could hear her cries, none burst forth to help her. These cries were not the first to ring through La Gueule de Bête and they wouldn’t be the last as none dared to defy their prince. The people who served this house serve so obediently they may as well be furniture.

It didn’t take long before it ended. The rush, the thrill of the excitement served as an irresistible aphrodisiac and Belle was much too tight. So fully and deeply did he ejaculate that his semen spilt forth the instant he uncorked her.

And when he did, she remained collapsed on the floor, crying and bleeding.

Prince Adam left her there in his library as he walked out to get refreshment, his lower body still bloodied and naked.

As he walked out, he passed by Maurice, Cogsworth, and two heavily armed guards. The inventor had crumpled on the floor, crumpled in a heap on the other side of the door, tears streaming from his eyes as he clutched a chest filled with thirty silver francs.

For one night, the prince had purchased her from Maurice and he intended to make full use of her while it lasted.

This would be a long night.