Beauty & the Beast Ch. 01

Prince Adam lounged on the throne at the end of the great hall. His golden fur waved in the breeze drifting through the open door to the luscious gardens beyond. He growled as the blonde maid ruffled his sunburnt mane, the soft fur sliding easily through her delicate fingers. She winced at the sound from his lips, praying she had not hurt him. A smile crept across his lips. He knew the fear he instilled in the young woman; in all of them, including the brunette who looked up at him with nervous eyes as she stroked his thick, hard cock. One wrong move and they would be cast onto the floor with the other slaves, to be toyed with for his pleasure.

He took a sip of wine from his goblet and surveyed the great hall. The female and male slaves of the castle lay about the marble floor, some naked, their skin raw with red lines and dried candle wax. Some still wore their undergarments, cowering in groups, knowing what was to come.

On various tables around the room bodies lay in various positions, some face down, some face up, a few bent over the table before them. All were naked, their glistening pussies and hardened cocks visible to all.

His voice boomed out and echoed through the room, "Mrs Potts." The head of the kitchen looked over to her beastly Prince. "How far can that rolling pin penetrate his arse?"

Mrs Potts turned to the male slave before her. He was bent over the table, his hard cock quivering between his legs. Placing the wooden rolling pin at his puckered hole, she pushed in. The man whimpered and tightened his arse.

"Now pet, you know how this has to go. Relax, you will enjoy it." Mrs Potts had a soft voice that hid her devious nature. Though she knew this was not appropriate, she relished the chance to participate in the Prince's fantasies. Pushing harder, her pussy gushed a little as the pin popped past the restriction and slid deep into the slave's arse. Mrs Potts pushed the pin as far as it would go before looking back at the Prince and grinning.

Prince Adam nodded his approval and watched as his loyal servant began to thrust the rolling pin in and out of the arse before her. The movement and twisting of her hips told him she was wet and would soon need release. He turned his attention to the brunette who had slowed her strokes. His eyes bore into her till she refocused and increased her efforts. He waved a single finger at her, shaking his head as he clucked his tongue.

She knew she had done wrong. Kneeling she attempted to take the cock into her mouth and make up for her misdoings, but it was too late. With one look the woman was dragged away over to the group awaiting their fate, and the blonde was planted in her place. Her delicate hand engulfed his thick rod, making him look larger than he was. She squeezed the shaft making him purr before beginning the long, slow strokes, keeping him hard as he moved his gaze to his trusted major-domo, Cogsworth.

"Cogsworth, playing with two I see."

The major-domo had pulled two slaves from the floor. He directed the male to lay on the table on his back and positioned the female on the table, straddling his hips, his cock sliding deep into her wet cunt.

"Make them cum with that riding crop. I want to hear them scream."

Cogsworth bowed to his Prince and instructed the two on what was expected. "Bounce on his cock lovey, spread those legs wide so he goes deep."

Despite the fear coursing through them, both slaves obliged and felt their excitement grown. She let her head fall back trying to forget the scene around her before crying out as the piercing sting of the riding crop connected with her clit. Her cry was closely followed by the yelp of her counterpart as the crop stung his balls. Tears welled in their eyes as the crop came down again and again.

Cogsworth sneered as his cock responded to the cries of his slaves. He grew harder with each connection of the riding crop to their most sensitive regions. His focus was brought back to the two before him as the gruff grunt from the Prince and a nod of his head indicated a disapproving change. His slaves, sobbing, had stopped moving. He brought the crop down hard on her nipples. The bouncing recommenced, as did the crop.

Through the pain the slaves found a rhythm and brought themselves to climax, screaming their orgasm to the delight of both their master and their Prince.

"Bravo," Prince Adam called. "Now, show your master love."

Reluctantly the two slid off the table, undid Cogsworth's trousers, and began to lick the shaft of the old, hard cock. Cogsworth held a head in each hand and leaned against the table. He controlled the ministrations as he decided which throat he would explode down. His cock alternated from his mouth to hers, their tongues lashing his head upon entry. She pursed her lips around his cock, prepared to take his seed so the male did not have to. He felt her mouth tighten around him and his balls receded. Pulling out of her he plunged his cock deep into the male slave's mouth, emptying his cum down his throat.

He held his head in place making sure he had swallowed it all before pushing him aside and beckoning the next two slaves from the floor. This time he chose two males, positioning them the same way.

Prince Adam felt his own orgasm rising in the pit of his stomach, the familiar tingling that preceded his own release. He smiled at the blonde who breathed a sigh of relief and increased her strokes. His gaze travelled around the room once more.

He watched as Lumiere and Plumette had pulled two slaves of their own from the group on the floor, a male and female. They lay them on the table, side by side, their knees bent and feet flat on the surface. Lumiere stood at their heads holding a lit candle. Tilting his hand, he dripped hot wax onto the nipples of each slave, giggling as each jumped and whimpered at the burning pain. As each droplet struck flesh Plumette drove a feather duster handle into the waiting orifice. Prince Adam thought she looked like she was skiing as she alternated the thrusting of each handle.

The female groaned as the thick, rigid object was plunged into her wet pussy. The mixture of pleasure and pain confusing her senses. The male cried out as the foreign rod was driven deep into his tight arse. His cock involuntarily responded, growing harder with each thrust.

"Make it an exquisitely painful orgasm," the Prince called from his throne. His voice quavered as the blonde sped up once more, bringing the Prince closer to his release and ending the debauchery of the castle slaves.

Lumiere began to trail hot wax down each body, edging closer and closer to their nether regions currently being assaulted by his fiancé. Their screams filled the great hall as wax dripped on to clit and balls respectively, and the unrelenting poles drove deeper into them making them cum. As the wax cooled and hardened on their private areas, the handles remained in place, their bodies convulsing around them.

Lumiere bent his fiancé over the table, laying her down on the writhing bodies before her. Taking hold of her hips he thrust his hard cock into her aching pussy. His movement mimicked Plumette's continued assault with the feather duster on her two slaves. Their bodies vibrated as Lumiere drove deep into the soaked pussy. His playful ministrations of wax had him straining to contain his love for his fiancé. As the slaves again screamed out their orgasm he exploded, spurting his seed into Plumette. Her body shook with her own release as she slammed the handles in deep.

Mrs Potts could barely stand. Her pussy ached for release as she felt her juices dribbling down her leg. She turned her attention to the arse before her and rammed the pin as far as it would go, making her slave cry out in pain and his cock strain beneath. She climbed onto the table and spread her legs to her slave.

"Make me cum and I will take it out."

Fingers moved her cotton panties aside as a tongue flickered over her clit. She leaned back giving his fingers access to drive into her soaked cunt. Three fingers spread her wide as his mouth covered her clit and sucked it in. Her hands grabbed his head and mashed it to her pussy. He slid a fourth finger inside and wiggled it against her sensitive spot making her body shake. He held her in place on his lips and continued to suck the nerve, his teeth grazing it slightly. Her body shook again with a second release.

As her breathing returned to normal, she climbed off the table and grabbed his cock hard making him wince. Holding the rolling pin in place she squeezed his shaft and began to painfully stroke the length of him, making sure to run nails over his bulbous head. He breathed deep as she wiggled the pin deep in his arse. He felt his balls tighten as he released onto the floor of the hall.

"Now, clean that up," Mrs Potts demanded, handing him a cloth.

"And do it with that pin in your arse," the Prince called from the throne. Prince Adam was close to cuming. He had enjoyed the assaults his loyal servants had inflicted on the lesser slaves of the castle. He closed his eyes and felt his balls tighten.

The heavy sound of the door knockers interrupted his release. Try as he might to finish, the continued knocking caused him frustration. Angrily he stood, his hard cock strained out in front of him as he stormed to the door and swung it open. Before him stood a frail elderly lady holding out her hands and begging for food.

"You can stay if you pay," he commanded, pushing her to her knees and ramming his cock down her throat.

The frail woman was shocked by the Prince's actions and gagged on the protrusion. She closed her mouth and bit hard on his cock, causing him to howl and withdraw his injured shaft. As he began to bellow his disapproval the woman waved her hand, freezing the scene in place.

Prince Adam watched, unable to move, as the frail woman stood tall and dropped her disguise. She took in the visage inside the hall. Frightened and abused men and woman cowered on the cold marble floor, huddling together in fear. A select few lay raw and vulnerable on tables, with clear marks evidence of the treatment the Prince had dished out through his servants.

She turned back to the Prince. Half beast, half man. His blue piercing eyes glared at her through the soft golden mane of his fur. The pelt covered most of his body to his waist, at which point the human man was visible with tanned skin, muscular legs and stomach, and a strong, thick cock. Grasping his shaft tightly, painfully, she twisted him around to face the rest of his party.

"How you treat others reflects your person, and you, sir, are a disgrace. I curse you and your household. You are more beast than human and need to learn humility. You will become that which you despise until the day someone asks you to take them. They must ask it of you willingly and with no fear."

The woman clicked her fingers and a rose appeared. "You have until the last petal leaves the stem to break this curse or you will remain as you become, forever." A blinding light filled the great hall and the Prince fell to the floor unconscious. ***