Beauty and The Beast: Chapter 7 by _Ix_

Rose woke up blissfully rested, although with a very sore behind. The sun outside told her that The Beast had let her rest past his accustomed time for serving breakfast. Maybe the spanking had only been the start of her punishment and she would be back to eating cold eggs at the dinner table. Tying her petticoats and shrugging into one of her old dresses (which she had come to think of as her housework clothes) she went downstairs to investigate.The Beast was waiting for her at the dinner table, reading a book. He put it down as she entered, marking his place. “Ah, Rose,” he said, “I thought it best to let you sleep as long as you needed. If you would do me the honour of waiting for a moment, I will fetch us breakfast.”

Rose nodded, and while she was waiting she took a look at The Beast’s book. It was called Ordinatio and was by someone called Duns Scotus. A quick glance inside confirmed her suspicion that it was another book in a foreign language. Grimacing, she replaced it on the table and folded her hands on her lap.

The Beast returned with breakfast, which included a new treat. “Bacon!” Rose exclaimed.

The Beast’s smile had a strange hint of regret. “Yes, Agnes’ visitation means we now have a small supply of goods that cannot be procured from the forest or garden. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“It is,” Rose affirmed, enthusiastically applying her knife and fork to the unexpectedly hearty brunch.

When they had finished eating, The Beast looked seriously at her. “Rose, I cannot begin to say how sorry I am for what happened last night.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” said Rose. “I broke the rules and you punished me. As you pointed out, it was only what I’d agreed to before.”

“There is no need to humour me Rose, although I fully understand why it would seem that there is. You came here to honour an invented debt, backed with a threat, and since then I have more than proven that I am, as you so rightly said, a monster. I will not keep you here any longer. Any and all obligation you may have towards me is discharged, and I release any other hold on you that I may have. You may leave at your earliest convenience.”

“But I am not humouring you at all. I’m happy to live here with you, and I was happy to accept my punishment for breaking the rules. You told me my bedtime clearly, and as for my other behaviour, it was quite unseemly.”

“Rose, you cannot mean that. You’re young, you don’t understand. Last night was about more than just punishment. It was… I was… Look, when you first came here you asked me about the type of creature that I am. I think it’s time you knew. I owe you honesty, after everything, and when you know the truth you will also know why you should not stay here.”

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The Prince stumbled into his room, gesturing expansively with an overfull wine glass.

“You see my dear, portraiture is entirely played out.” He opined loudly. “Portraits are vanity, nothing more. In the coming decade, the truly fashionable gentleman will demonstrate his taste through landscapes. Nature’s sublime beauty; idyllic pastoral backwaters; even some city scenes, showing the darker side of things. And I shall be at the forefront of it. The trend setter, if I may coin a phrase.”

Behind him followed a young woman in a gown with an unwisely low neckline. She had clearly invested great effort into her appearance. Sparkling diamond earrings hung twinkling amid her elaborately styled blonde hair; her unremarkable chest was lifted high by her bodice and her cheeks, which still bore traces of puppy fat, were liberally daubed with rouge. She had a turned up nose and long eyelashes that gave her a permanent look of surprise. Looking around the lavishly decorated chamber with unveiled awe, she said, “You have stunning taste, my Prince. Your collection of landscapes is indeed magnificent.”

“Bah, it’s easy to have taste when you’re rich. And none of this ‘my Prince’ kerfuffle — we’re in a familiar setting. I’m sure ‘sir’ will do very well.”

“As you wish… er… sir,” said the girl, pulling nervously at the lace scarf around her neck. “So may I ask who produced these works? Do you patronise a single artist, or is there more than one represented here?”

The Prince laughed. “I honestly couldn’t tell you, I picked them up from an estate that was in some financial trouble. I’m bored of art talk anyway. Let us proceed to the evening’s main entertainments.”

He was standing very close to her. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but she found herself with a wall at her back and The Prince between her and the door. He lent forward towards her, his breath acid from wine, and then he was kissing her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his arm snaked around behind her and pulled her against him. Feeling that it was expected of her, she tentatively kissed him back. She had found The Prince handsome, but the situation was now making her very uncomfortable.

“Sir, this is very forward of you,” exclaimed the girl. “I think I would like to leave.”

“After you were just kissing me with such enthusiasm? Surely not.” As she moved towards the door, he sidestepped to block her.

“It was a very pleasant kiss,” she lied, “but the evening is drawing to a close and I must be leaving.”

“I sent your carriage home,” he told her. “It will be back to collect you in the morning.”

“Then you will need to provide me with a room. I do not appreciate such presumption”

“Don’t be shy,” he said, holding her around the waist as she began to struggle. “You’ve a bit more cleavage than I usually like, but I’m sure once we get you out of your bodice, your tits will be quite acceptable.”

“Sir, unhand me. I am a maiden!”

“I certainly hope so. It was my plan for the evening to deflower a little girl. I would be terribly peeved if I found someone had gotten to you first.”

“Do not think that I will bear this infamy silently. I will tell everyone of your conduct here tonight.”

The Prince smirked, and reached up to roughly fondle her breast. “And what do you suppose that will accomplish?” he asked, speaking softly into her ear. “Behind closed doors, everyone is already well aware of what a terrible rake I am. Accuse me in public, and you will find even your closest friends and family quite incredulous. Now remove your clothes, or I cannot guarantee that they will remain whole when I remove them for you.”

He shoved her away towards the bed and moved to lean against the door, watching her with interest.

Her voice began to quiver with desperation. “I beg of you do not do this. I have bled only recently. You could leave me with child.”

“I do like begging,” he replied. “As for your tender womb, I understand that if I put a bastard in it there are many fine midwives who can bring the fucker out early and dead. Now take off your clothes or you will regret the consequences.”

She began to sob as she disrobed. The Prince watched with interest. Naked, her breasts proved to be firm mounds somewhat larger than a handful apiece. Her hips curved smoothly away from her slim waist, framing a cunt misted with blonde fuzz. “You don’t have to take my virtue,” she said. “I can make you feel good.”

“You don’t seem to be in a very strong position to bargain,” observed The Prince. “But please, elaborate.”

“I could take you… in my mouth,” she suggested, tentatively.

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand. Could you make yourself clear?”

“I could pleasure your… manhood using my mouth”

“Are you trying to say that you would like to suck my cock?”

She looked away from him and down at the floor. “Yes,” she said quietly.

“Then say that. If you’re going to do it you should be able to say the words.”

Tears were now flowing freely down her face. “I would like to suck your cock.”

“Address me respectfully, and be sure to say please.”

“Please sir, I would like to suck your cock.”

He began to advance towards her. “One last try before I think better of this and break the seal on your cunt. Beg me. Demean yourself. Show me what a common little slut you are beneath all those airs and graces.”

Falling to her knees in front of him, she began to babble desperately: “Sir, please, I need to suck your cock. I beg of you, I need it. I’m nothing but a dirty whore, fit only to drink your seed—”

“Well I’m glad to hear you admit it,” The Prince cut her off magnanimously, removing his belt. “Now I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but if I feel even the faintest hint of a bite, your life won’t be worth living. I’ll have you tied up in the stables and encourage the horses to put a little foal in you.”

“There will be no need sir, I’ll be good.”

“Excellent,” he pronounced, gently slapping the kneeling girl in the face with his engorged cock. “You may begin.”

the girl put her mouth on his cock and began to suck. She clearly wasn’t sure what to do, but she moved her head unsteadily back and forth and affected what was obviously supposed to be a seductive expression. The Prince watched her efforts disinterestedly, making no attempt to give direction. He had the attitude of a man watching a rather boring play.

After a couple of minutes of this, he said, “Do you know I think you are so fundamentally worthless, you are incompetent even to suck a cock? Stop that at once and if you ask me very nicely I will give you some help.”

Giving up her clumsy attempt to pleasure him, she looked up at him and said, “Please sir, would you help me to give you pleasure by showing me how to suck your cock?”

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said in a puzzled voice. “Perhaps if you explain to me exactly what you are and why you need help with something so simple I’ll be able to grasp what you’re saying.”