BEAUTY & THE BEAST III (exotic story)
Fresh off the press/taking time to edit/feedback welcome (draft1)
BEAUTY
&
THE BEAST
III
By Hazel/StickyScribbles
1.
A solitary rose petal, clinging desperately to its stem, lay discarded beside a scantily haired chest that rose and fell with the rhythm of a fading tide. There were rose petals scattered all over the bed. Silence, thick and heavy, filled the room, a stark contrast to the frantic hope that had pulsed moments before. All eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, were fixated on that solitary rise and fall. They had clung to it, a lifeline in the storm, until it finally ran out, leaving only the chilling certainty of loss.
Beauty clutched the mangled stem, or whatever was left of it. Ben's warning echoed in the cavernous silence – 'one press is enough.' But anxiety, a ravenous beast, had devoured her resolve, urging her hand to press the rose again and again, each touch a desperate plea to the unyielding fates. Now, as the weight of his words settled upon her, a bitter seed of doubt sprouted in her heart. Had she, in her blind desire to save him, become the instrument of her father's demise? Guilt, a venomous serpent, coiled around her throat, squeezing out a strangled sob.
Jessica's voice, devoid of warmth, sliced through the thick fog of grief. "Such a shame," she drawled, the amusement in her tone a cruel counterpoint to Beauty's anguish. "All that wishful thinking, hoping his daughters will mend their fractured past and be together before his last breath. Poor daddy."Her gaze flicked to Beauty, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction dancing in its depths. "Life, a cruel jester, wouldn't you say, sister?"
Beauty crumbled to her knees, the rough fabric of the bedclothes scraping against raw skin unnoticed. Tears, hot and unchecked, streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around her father's now-still form, a silent plea for a warmth that would never return.
Ben, bewildered by the sudden shift in events, extended a hand hesitantly towards Beauty, a silent offering of comfort.
Sloane, oblivious to the depths of their despair, drifted closer, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy."Oh dear," she cooed."So, let me get this straight. This… prince charming fellow and his magic rose were supposed to be the answer? A grand reversal of some silly curse, is that it?" A sharp laugh, devoid of genuine humor, punctuated her words.
"You know, I almost thought it would work," Jessica cut in, her gaze lingering on the discarded rose petal. "The way they were all fussing over father with that flower, like children playing doctor. How quaint."
Beauty dissolved into a torrent of sobs; her body wracked with uncontrollable grief. Ben reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over her shoulder, a silent plea for her to let him in. But before he could offer any solace, a jarring sound shattered the solemnity of the room – the high-pitched, cruel laughter of her sisters.
"Even on his deathbed," Ben muttered, his voice tight with anger, "they can't seem to muster a shred of decency." Changing the subject as his gaze settled on Beauty, he added, "I'm sure he's proud of you."
"Proud?" Beauty choked out, each word a struggle against the dam of tears. "You heard what she said. He wanted us together, Ben. At least for one last time." She motioned toward her older sisters, "Does this look like...togetherness?" Her voice trailed off into a broken sob.
Ben met her gaze, his heart aching for her. "Don't carry that burden, Beauty," he said firmly, his hand finding hers. "You've done more for him than either of them could ever imagine."
A sudden jolt of awareness ripped through Ben. A change – subtle at first, but undeniable – was blossoming on Jude's hand, clasped tightly in Beauty's tear-streaked grip. A faint flush of red, spreading like wildfire across his skin.
Beauty's sobs subsided, replaced by a gasp as she, too, noticed the anomaly. They both watched, frozen in confusion, as the redness intensified, consuming Jude's entire body. Then, just as abruptly as it appeared, the color receded, leaving behind his normal, pale skin.
Ben wasted no time. He surged forward, his fingers flying to Jude's wrist, searching for a pulse. A faint but steady thrumming met his touch. A slow, radiant smile spread across Ben's face, a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape of grief. Beauty, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperate hope, echoed his sentiment, "What is it? What happened?"
The change in Beauty's tone was like a dinner bell, summoning Jessica and Sloane to the bedside. Their curiosity morphed into crude urgency as they jostled for position.
"Is he...?" Jessica began, her voice laced with a hint of something akin to disappointment.
"I'm alright, Jessie," a familiar voice rasped from the bed. Jude's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep – or perhaps, something more.
A wave of relief washed over Beauty. She threw her arms around her father in a crushing embrace, burying her face in his chest. "We thought we'd lost you!" she cried.
"Beauty?" Jude rasped, his voice weak but laced with concern. He tightened his hold on her, as if afraid she might vanish. "Is it truly you?"
"Yes, Father, it is I," Beauty confirmed, her voice thick with relief. "I came as soon as I heard..." Her voice trailed off, unable to voice the fear that had gripped them all just moments ago.
"I heard your sobs echoing through the halls in the distance and I followed it," Jude explained, his gaze flickering to Ben. "And a man's voice... reassuring, strong." A hint of a smile played on his lips.
Beauty's smile mirrored his, a blossom pushing through the cracks of despair. "That would be Ben," she said, gesturing towards the young man.
Ben offered a respectful nod, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity that intrigued Jude.
Jude studied Ben's features, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze.
"His voice," he murmured, brow furrowing in concentration. "It sounds familiar..."
Beauty stifled a giggle. "Look closer, Father," she teased gently. "Perhaps the pieces will fall into place." Her eyes darted to the mangled rose stalk clutched in her hand. "After all, I did bring the rose," she said meaningfully, "and him."
Jude's gaze followed hers, tracing the path from the rose to the handsome stranger. He scrutinized Ben's face, a slow realization dawning on him. Then, his eyes dropped to Ben's boots. A jolt of recognition shot through him, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"No way!" he breathed, a stunned smile spreading across his face. A silent chuckle rumbled in his chest.
Jude patted the space beside him on the bed, a silent invitation for Beauty and Ben to join him. He rose with surprising ease, brushing aside Ben's offer of assistance. His gaze lingered on Ben once more, searching for any lingering remnants of the beast he once was. No collar marred his neck, no overgrown fur concealed his features, and the lines of age seemed softened.
"Explain yourselves," Jude finally said, his voice regaining its strength. "How did this happen?"
Ben offered a cryptic smile, his hand tightening around Beauty's, even Jude had noticed. The rose, its purpose seemingly served, lay forgotten on the floor.
Jessica, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, burst in. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her gaze darting between Beauty, Ben, and their bewildered father. "Is he saying this... Ben... is the beast you spoke of?"
"Yes!" Beauty exclaimed, a joyous light dancing in her eyes. Eager to share the tale of Ben's transformation, she launched into the events that led to the beast's breaking of the curse.
With a wink at Ben, who returned a knowing smile, Beauty strategically omitted certain details that wouldn't be appropriate for her father's ears. The shared glance was a silent language only they understood, a secret melody woven into the fabric of their newfound bond.
Jude, revitalized by his brush with mortality, hopped out of bed with surprising agility. "Wine!" he declared, his voice booming with newfound energy. "Fetch some glasses, girls!"
Beauty, ever the dutiful daughter, immediately sprang into action, heading for the kitchen. Jude, meanwhile, retreated to his chambers, returning with a dusty bottle of dark wine he'd been saving for a special occasion.
As he poured the ruby liquid into the waiting glasses, his gaze lingered on Ben. He couldn't help but notice how the young man's eyes seemed glued to Beauty, a stark contrast to the disinterest he showed towards his other daughters.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Benvolio," Jude said, raising his glass in a toast. His gaze then shifted to Jessica. "Ah, Jessica, I trust you've met the good fellow." A sly smile played on his lips. "Her beauty is matched only by her discerning taste. A woman who appreciates the finer things, wouldn't you agree? Roman history holds a particular fascination for her, especially the amorous exploits of their emperors."
He turned to Sloane, his smile widening. "And here we have Sloane, my second daughter – blessed with beauty as well, and a wit as sharp as her tongue. Though politics hold little interest for her, she harbors a soft spot for our country's princes and sun-drenched islands, wouldn't you say, Sloane?"
Sloane responded with a coy smile and a playful wink directed at Ben.
Ben, however, maintained a respectful nod, his gaze never straying far from Beauty.
Jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling. As Beauty returned with a fresh carafe of wine, he gestured towards her. "No need for introductions there, Mr. Benvolio. Beauty, well, she's... special."
Ben met her gaze, his heart brimming with unspoken affection. "Indeed," he replied with a gentle smile, "Beauty is something truly extraordinary."
In a bid to steer the conversation away from potentially volatile topics (namely, Sloane's penchant for turning everything into an argument), Jude raised his glass once more. "Should you ever decide to seek a wife among my daughters, Mr. Benvolio, rest assured, you have my blessing – whichever one captures your heart."
A wave of merriment washed over the room. Glasses clinked in toasts, laughter filled the air, and a song drifted on eager lips. Jessica, ever the history buff, captivated them with tales of Roman gods and their fearsome warriors, while Sloane spun dreams of faraway islands with white sand beaches and servants catering to her every whim.
Amidst the revelry, Ben couldn't help but steal glances at Beauty. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest whenever their eyes met. Jessica, however, wasn't one for subtlety.
Having observed Ben's quiet attentiveness throughout the evening, Jessica sashayed closer, deliberately inserting herself between him and Beauty. "You, sir," she declared, her voice laced with a hint of challenge, "haven't graced us with any tales of your travels. Surely, a merchant who explores far-flung lands must have a story or two to share?"
Ben, pleasantly tipsy on his fourth glass of wine, welcomed the invitation. He rose, a hint of a playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "There was this time in a remote Asian country..."
He paused for effect, savoring the rapt attention in the room. Beauty, ever curious, leaned in, eager to hear his tale. However, the focus of his narration shifted, a subtle change that didn't go unnoticed by Beauty.
"As a man of habit," Ben continued, his voice taking on a more guarded tone, "I prioritize sleep for a clear head during business negotiations. So, imagine my surprise when I was jolted awake by the sound of fumbling with the door lock at one in the morning. The room was pitch black, but through the peephole, I saw a young woman in a hotel uniform. An unusual time for housekeeping, I thought. When I inquired, she remained silent, but that didn't stop her from entering."
A flicker of unease crossed Beauty's face. Ben, however, kept his gaze fixed on Jessica, his story taking an unexpected turn.
"The room was bathed in an eerie green glow, casting an unsettling silhouette of her slender figure. Certain she couldn't see me, she moved towards the bed while I remained near the door. Then, with a slow deliberateness, she began to undress."
Sloane and Jessica exchanged a knowing glance, a silent "uh-oh" hanging in the air.
Ben tapped his glass lightly, silencing the room for his dramatic reveal. "But what emerged from beneath her," he continued, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "was not what I expected. A sinuous form, like a serpent carved from moonlight, slithered forth, its target fixed on me."
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Beauty's brow furrowed in confusion.
"While hermaphrodites weren't a novelty in my travels," Ben said, his gaze flickering towards Beauty, "the sheer size and ferocity of this creature was unlike anything I'd encountered. It was as if I were face-to-face with a creature cursed by Medusa herself."
The room held its breath, anticipation thick in the air.
"The intruder, oblivious to my position, lunged towards the bed, her serpentine-dick aimed for my head. In a flash, I reacted, catching the creature mid-strike before it could reach my eyes. As the lights flooded the room, I saw the glint of real fangs on the living serpent now detached from the woman's form. A wave of pity washed over me. Cursed, just like I once was, I thought."
Ben took a sip of his wine as he continued: "I turned on the light to see what I am fight, and the woman, now revealed in the harsh light, cowered in fear at the sight of my beastly form. The serpent writhed in my grasp, attempting to retreat into its origin. I couldn't help but overhear voices at the hallway, and my first guess was whoever they were, they were more involved in the assault than the young woman playing the pawn."
The silence in the room was envisaged, but the way Beauty vested her interest, one could tell she wasn't very familiar with wild adventures.
"I shushed the young woman," Ben continued, his eyes hardening, "and waited for the real monsters to reveal themselves – the young couple who owned the hotel. They were the ones who orchestrated this vile act. Let's just say they paid dearly that night, and the cursed woman… well, she was finally free."
"Oh my," Beauty breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and curiosity. "Where is she now?"
"Back with her family, safe in Lucille," Ben replied, his voice softening as he met Beauty's gaze. "A reminder that true evil often wears a human face." He glanced over at Sloane and Jessica before raising his empty glass in the air.
The jovial mood dwindled to a halt as Jude cleared his throat, demanding attention. The travel stories were a familiar refrain, holding little appeal for his older daughters. Unlike Beauty, Sloane and Jessica filled their glasses to the brim, a silent toast to enduring their father's well-worn tales.
Beauty, however, gravitated back towards Ben, a comfortable warmth spreading through her as she nestled close. Her anticipation for her father's stories was genuine, a stark contrast to her sisters' feigned interest.
Jude, with a twinkle in his eye, launched into a narrative Beauty held dear. But before he could even string two sentences together, Sloane's face contorted in a mask of boredom. With a sigh that spoke volumes, she marched towards the kitchen, likely in search of another drink to dull the impending tedium.
Jessica, on the other hand, cast a pointed look at Ben and Beauty, a flicker of envy glinting in her eyes.
As the final flourish of Jude's story faded, Beauty and Ben erupted in applause, their genuine enthusiasm a balm to the storyteller's heart. Jude acknowledged their appreciation with a playful bow.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen," he declared, a hint of fatigue lacing his voice, "it seems this old man needs his rest. Beauty, my dear, why don't you take the attic room tonight? And Ben," he added, turning towards the young man, "you're more than welcome to have Beauty's room for the night, of course."
"Thank you, Father," Beauty chirped, excitement bubbling over.
Jude shuffled off towards his chambers, leaving a comfortable silence in his wake. The celebration, however, seemed to have reached a natural conclusion. Jessica, ever the restless one, pushed back from the table, clamoring for a more lively continuation of the festivities. Ben, however, politely declined, citing a desire to retire for the night.
Beauty, following her father's instructions, led Ben to her room. A chaste kiss landed on his cheek as she bid him goodnight, then she departed for the attic, clutching a pillow.
Ben, sinking into the luxuriously soft bed, felt a pang of guilt at his own comfort. He was about to rise and offer Beauty the room back when the sound of the bedroom door creaking open made him freeze. Jessica, uninvited, stood on the threshold, her ruby lips curled into a suggestive smile.
Despite the lingering exhaustion from his transformation, Ben recognized the predatory glint in Jessica's eyes. He braced himself, pushing himself upright with a strength that surprised even him.
The strings that held Jessica's tight garment came loose by a little flick of her hands. Her sweet round mounds came to view. They stood on her chest, eager for suckle. Well-trimmed short hairs ran down from her belly button to the outer court of her private region.
Ben held his breath, as if by taking another air, the standing tits would gravitate towards him.
Seeing the discomfort of their guest, Jessica took a few calculated steps toward Ben. In his hesitation, Jessica sniffed his lust for her. He was slightly drunk and vulnerable, and she, had lacked the touch of a handsome gentleman for a while. She had been waiting on this, and Ben's adventurous tales during the party provoked her pheromonal juices.
In one last attempt to save a hard-fought reputation, Ben made a swift move towards the door, avoiding the gravitation that was already fighting against the remaining part of his brains that still functioned.
Jessica, however, was quicker. Her hand, adorned with long, crimson nails, shot out, snagging his arm before he could reach the handle. Her body followed, her tits pressing against his skin. Leaning in close, she whispered in a voice laced with a dangerous allure, "Don't worry, darling," she purred, her breath warm and reeking of wine. "My fangs don't hurt."
Beautiful as Jessica was – her figure was proof of years of pampering, her face adorned with emerald eyes and cascading auburn hair.
Ben went back in time, choosing to replay the memory of his passionate time with Beauty, a good call that injected some repulsion in the dilemma. Steeling himself, Ben jerked his arm free, pushing the door open with a force that sent it shuddering against the wall. His voice, though strained, held a steely resolve. "Have some respect for your father, Jessica. Go to your room."
Jessica faltered, momentarily caught off guard by his unexpected defiance. A knowing smile then played on her lips. "Ah," she drawled, her voice dripping with insinuation, "so perhaps a change of venue is in order?" She picked up her dress and scantily covered herself. "We can discuss this further at your castle tomorrow, wouldn't you agree?"
Before Ben could respond, she leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, the scent of her perfume heavy in the air. As she strutted past the doorway, she bumped into Sloane, who stood there with a suggestive smirk playing on her own lips.
"Don't worry, sister," Jessica purred before disappearing into the hallway. "Our dear Ben is simply saving himself for a more... private setting." Sloane's smile widened, a flicker of mischief dancing in her hazel eyes. The two sisters exchanged a conspiratorial glance before disappearing into their shared room, leaving Ben alone with a heavy sigh and a newfound determination to keep his distance.
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Beauty, her sleep chased away by the excitement that danced in her heart, was already a familiar sight in the stables. Dressed in practical breeches and a simple blouse, her ginger hair tied back in a functional braid. She moved with a practiced grace as she distributed feed and fresh water to the livestock. The haystacks received meticulous attention, each layer carefully arranged to provide a warm and comfortable bedding for the animals.
A rustle of approaching footsteps alerted her. Turning, she met Ben's gaze, a warmth blooming in her chest that mirrored the golden light of the rising sun. There were no words exchanged, but a silent conversation flowed between them in their shared smiles and the lingering look that lingered just a beat too long.
Ben joined her seamlessly, taking over a pitchfork and falling into step beside her. Each shared glance, each unspoken word, spoke volumes about the bond that had blossomed between the two.
Just as the morning sun climbed higher, casting its golden glow over the bustling farm, Jude emerged from the house, his steps a little slower but his eyes sparkling with a renewed zest for life. A wave of greetings washed over them, punctuated by Jude's booming laughter as Ben recounted a particularly amusing anecdote about his travels.
Later, when the chores were complete and a comfortable silence settled over the porch, Ben approached Jude, his expression turning serious. "Sir," he began, his voice laced with respect, "may I speak with you privately?"
Jude, sensing the weight of Ben's request, nodded curtly. They retreated to the shade of a sprawling oak tree, its branches whispering secrets in the gentle breeze. Meanwhile, inside the house, a different scene unfolded. Sloane and Jessica, adorned in their most opulent finery – Sloane in a sapphire gown that shimmered like a captured sunset, and Jessica in a fiery scarlet dress that accentuated her fiery personality – plotted in hushed tones. Their beauty, undeniable as it was, was marred by the envious glint in their eyes.
"We can't let this happen," Jessica hissed, gesturing dramatically towards the window where Ben and Beauty worked side-by-side. "Father will be on his feet soon enough, and then Beauty will be whisked away to that… that… castle of his!"
"Calm yourself, sister," Sloane said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We just need a little… distraction."
Their voices dropped to an even lower murmur, their plan unfolding with a cunning that chilled the air. Laughter, laced with a hint of forced gaiety, soon replaced their hushed whispers.
Unaware of the storm brewing within the house, Ben and Jude continued their conversation. Ben's voice, filled with a quiet determination, spoke of a dowry so grand it could rival the treasures of a king. A dowry worthy of the woman who had captured his heart.
Jude, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and a tinge of sadness at the thought of losing his daughter, finally placed a calloused hand on Ben's shoulder. "You have my blessing, son," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Elated, Ben rushed outside to prepare his horse. Before he could swing himself onto the saddle, Jude emerged from the house, his face etched with a mixture of emotions.
Beauty entered the living room, a poignant scene unfolding before her. Her father, usually brimming with boisterous energy, sat with a sorrowful weight on his shoulders. Ben's proposal hadn't come as a surprise; his longing gazes and hesitant touches had spoken volumes. Yet, despite the thrill of a new life with him, a pang of worry gnawed at her. Leaving the farm, her animals, and her ailing father felt like a betrayal of her roots.
Jessica, her features plastered with a smile that strained at the corners, swooped in for a hug.
"Oh, Beauty! This is simply wonderful news!" she gushed, her voice dripping with a touch too much sweetness. "We must celebrate! Let me whisk you away to the city and help you prepare for your grand new life with Ben!"
Beauty's brow furrowed in confusion. "The city?" she echoed, a flicker of unease crossing her face.
Sloane, ever the opportunist, chimed in with a forced chirp. "Absolutely! We wouldn't want you to face this new chapter alone, would we, dear sister?"
Beauty raised a hand, halting their enthusiastic charade. "Wait a minute," she said, her voice firm. "What are you two talking about? We can't just leave Father here alone. Who will tend to the farm and the horses?"
Jude, his heart heavy with a burden he was about to reveal, cleared his throat. "Actually, Beauty," he began, his voice laced with a gentle affection, "it's my idea. Don't you worry, I'll be joining you all a week before the wedding."
The rhythmic whinnying of horses pulling on their harnesses drew their attention. Sloane and Jessica, with an eagerness that seemed almost desperate, hurried out the door to join the waiting chariot.
"One last thing," Jude added, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ben, in typical grandiose fashion, has arranged for a grand entrance – a chariot for the whole family."
Relief washed over Beauty. The thought of being separated from Ben, even for a short journey, had caused a tremor of fear to run through her. A silent exchange of smiles between them acknowledged their unspoken worry, a silent promise that they would face whatever came together.
The journey from Villeneuve to the city was punctuated by a relentless barrage of questions from Sloane. Eager to glean any scandalous tidbits, she peppered Ben with inquiries about his travels, her enthusiasm bordering on forced. Jessica, however, remained uncharacteristically silent.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, their chariot pulled to a halt in front of one of the many grand castles lining the city's impressive boulevards. Unlike its imposing neighbors, Ben's residence exuded a unique charm. An air of understated elegance hung about it, hinting at the wonders that lay within.
As instructed by Ben, a flurry of eager servants emerged, whisking them away and ensuring their comfort. Each girl was escorted to their designated chambers, leaving a trail of lingering questions and unspoken tension in their wake.
Barely two hours after settling into their opulent rooms, Sloane and Jessica embarked on a whirlwind tour of the castle. They flitted from room to room, sometimes seeking the assistance of servants, other times insisting on exploring alone. Their motives remained shrouded in secrecy.
"What secrets does this place hold?" Sloane whispered, her voice tinged with a thrill of anticipation as they reached a secluded section of the upper floor. They stood before a large gallery, its purpose unclear.
Jessica, her gaze scanning the ornately carved chests that lined one wall, gestured absentmindedly. "Those must be… well, what I hope they are. Weaponry, wouldn't you say, Sloane?" Her voice lacked conviction, hinting at a deeper agenda.
Sloane, however, seemed more captivated by the framed displays adorning the opposing wall. But her attention was diverted as Jessica, with a flourish, pried open one of the chests. A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she peered inside. The tools within didn't resemble any weaponry Sloane had ever seen.
Intrigued, Sloane leaned closer. Their initial shock morphed into a different kind of surprise as they recognized an assortment of… unconventional garments and implements. A knowing smile played on Sloane's lips.
"I knew that man harbored a secret," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "He's a… dominator, wouldn't you agree, Jessica?"
Sloane tapped her sister's arm, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Isn't that what those… intriguing items are used for?"
A burst of laughter, their younger sister's unmistakable sound, shattered the tense silence in the gallery. The sisters exchanged a startled glance before scrambling to close the chest, their secret discovery momentarily forgotten.
Creeping towards the window, they peered down. There, bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, stood Beauty. A magnificent stallion, its coat the color of burnished chestnut, pranced playfully in the garden. Beauty, a radiant smile gracing her lips, was engrossed in watering the majestic creature. The stallion, in turn, seemed to relish the attention, bobbing its head and bowing playfully, eliciting another peal of laughter from Beauty.
"Look at her," Jessica hissed, a venomous edge creeping into her voice. "Already playing the dutiful wife, and the wedding is still a fortnight away."
Sloane, her voice barely a whisper, joined in the scathing commentary. "Typical Beauty," she said, a hint of bitterness lacing her words. "Never one to miss an opportunity to flaunt her supposed charm. That's how she wormed her way into Ben's unsuspecting heart, wouldn't you say?"
"It's not fair," Jessica spat, her voice tight with frustration.
Their hushed conversation was abruptly halted as Beauty's laughter echoed closer, sending shivers down their spines. They scrambled back, their faces pale with the fear of being caught. As Beauty resumed her playful interaction with the stallion, Jessica resumed her tirade in a hushed tone.
"It's simply not fair," she declared, her voice laced with envy. "The youngest gets whisked away to a life of luxury, while we're left to languish."
Sloane released a frustrated sigh. "But Beauty… she always seemed content with a simple life. Why would she agree to be caged in this opulent castle, surrounded by riches that have never held her interest?"
Jessica's eyes narrowed. "You're right," she said, a sly smile twisting her lips. "Beauty never craved gold or jewels. I wonder where she stashes all the gifts Ben has undoubtedly showered upon her."
A silent question hung heavy in the air. With a knowing glance exchanged, the sisters abandoned the gallery, their steps purposeful as they headed down the hallway towards Beauty's room.
Sloane gasped as they entered Beauty's chamber. The room's opulence was breathtaking, its size dwarfing the combined space of their rooms back at their father's home. Jessica, ever the impulsive one, made a beeline for the expansive closet.
As she flung open the doors, a dazzling array of gowns, sparkling jewels, and exquisite footwear spilled into view. But amidst this splendor, Jessica's hands unearthed something far more intriguing – garments of an unconventional nature.
"A corset?" Sloane inquired, her voice laced with curiosity as she picked up one of the peculiar items Jessica held aloft.
Their exploration continued, each new discovery more unexpected than the last. Lacy lingerie, sleek latex stockings, leather collars, and an assortment of whips and gloves lay nestled within the wardrobe. An unspoken question hung heavy in the air, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of shock and a hint of morbid fascination.
A predatory glint ignited in Jessica's eyes. With a sudden urgency, she broke the silence. "Is Ben still in the castle?"
Sloane, momentarily thrown off guard, stammered a reply. "I… I believe so. Why?"
Ignoring her sister's question, Jessica launched into a flurry of activity. She began to strip off her garments, her movements fueled by a newfound purpose.
Sloane, initially amused by Jessica's impulsive behavior, watched with growing apprehension as it dawned on her what her sister intended. A nervous giggle escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a gasp of realization.
"You sly devil!" she exclaimed, a hint of admiration laced with fear in her voice. "I heard whispers… rumors about Ben's condition. Apparently, he's still weak from his transformation. Beauty even instructed the servants to leave him undisturbed. There's a good chance he's still in his room… resting."
The weight of Sloane's words hung heavy in the air, the implications sending a jolt of excitement, laced with a tremor of danger, through Jessica's eyes.
The heavy door creaked slightly from the sisters’ combined effort to stay undetected but an eager push from an overexcited Jessica gave way to a groan and a sudden halt of hinges.
They held their breath for a moment before they both let out slutty giggles.
Sloane peered through the door and she felt her nipples harden against the latex corset that stretched its limits to taunt even the noblest of gentlemen.
Ben lay on the bed in breeches with his chest bare. He looked so vulnerable, yet indomitable. A heady enticement for Sloane's lust.
“Lucky sly mistress, that Beauty is,” she breathed.
“What do you see,” Jessica whispered impatiently.
She tried to get a peek.
“Ready as they come,” Sloane breathed. “This would be a fine way to live. We could dine in splendor all our lives.” She cupped her tits and moved her chest to make them jiggle before she strutted into the room.
“Psst,” Jessica signaled Sloane. “Whatever happened to the grand entrance?”
“Oh.”
Sloane quickly dropped on all fours beside Jessica.
“Now watch this,” Jessica gave her a sly smile before she leaped onto the bed where Ben was sleeping. She let out a low bark before she let her tongue caress his lip and neck.
Ben woke up in a daze. He stared at Jessica in dismayed shock.
“What are you doing?” he roared.
Jessica drew back a little and huddled in a corner of the bed. By now Sloane had joined them in bed too. While Jessica whimpered in a corner, she gave Ben some quick licks on his bare chest.
She placed her soft paws on his thigh and slowly moved it very close to his groin. Ben groaned inwardly as his excited erection announced its eagerness to join the party.
“Woof," Jessica giggled and raised her bushy tail for Ben to see. She moved her butt from side to side and held Ben in the fascinating swish of the furry tail. Her tits rubbed slightly against his sheen as she moved her gaze to meet his.
Ben was hypnotized by the raw fire in her eyes. A fire that could warm the coldest heart and stir up wild thoughts of unbridled lust. Such fire would also raze everything that stood in its path. Today it burnt in all its fury to torch Ben's resolve and loyalty.
The furry tail caught Ben's eyes again, it was so perfect against the bare skin of Jessica's butt. It was more rounded and slightly fuller than Ben had observed in her dresses.
Warm soft fullness pressed against his back, he could feel the warmth of Sloane's breath. It was warmer than Beauty’s. Soothing but errant, and it made his phallus harden.
Jessica noticed the excited member and gave it an eager lick through the breeches. She looked up at Ben who was too stunned to say a word. With a soft bark, she proceeded to nibble and lick every inch of his dick.
Ben could feel his body run traitor. These pups were so cute and exciting. He tilted his head backward as Sloane's tongue dripped its sensual tease on his neck. He wondered what more that tongue could do. He closed his eyes for a moment. He knew just when to stop them but for a moment, he let his body feel their lust.
A clang of chain jerked the trio back to reality.
“B-b-beauty, your sisters walked in on me, asleep.”
“Do you always have to ruin a good thing,” Jessica almost wailed.
Beauty looked at Ben who quickly created a wide berth from Jessica and Sloane.
“Look, Beauty, it's not fair, you have to keep all the good stuff to yourself. We just want nice stuff too.”
Beauty hesitated. She was the least surprised in the room. With the kind of sisters she had, eavesdropping on them had to become a habit. “If you want it so bad, you'd have to earn it,” her stern voice contrasted with the smile on her face. “This is not your father's house, dear sisters.” She pushed the chains on the floor slightly with her feet.
“Yes, yes.” Ben got off the bed immediately. He was eager to salvage his place with Beauty. Her usually warm eyes were stony with hard resolve.
Ben picked up the chains and made a leash, which he put over Jessica and Sloane's necks. He tied the chain to the bedpost before he went to a chest of drawers and fetched a feeding bowl. He put some grapes in the bowl and set it in the middle of the room.
Sloane and Jessica stole side glances. They tried to look at Beauty, but their leash restricted movement.
“Both of you have been bad pups,” Beauty said as she picked up the leash and led Sloane and Jessica to the bowl. He let them nibble Ben's crotch for a while before she yanked at the leash and pulled them away.
“Enough!” Ben roared.
“But we've barely had anything,” Sloane wailed.
“Beauty, say something,” Jessica begged.
“Oh, there's so much to say,” Beauty said with a smug. She went over to the chest of drawers and got out two muzzles which she put over her sisters’ mouths as they protested. She pulled out a new pair of corsets.
Ben furrowed his brows, but it didn't deter Beauty. She made her sisters put the new corsets on and made them wear the gloves too.
Jessica and Sloane froze momentarily. Then as if pumped by adrenaline, they yelped and wagged their tails, eager to do her bidding. Beauty had never felt this much in control, especially over her stubborn and materialistic sisters.
Even Ben had noticed something about this version of Beauty, and if he should be sincere, he loved every moment of it.
Beauty held Jessica by her ears, drawing her face close to hers. “So, tell me. What's the plan? What do you want with Ben?”
“It…it was Sloane's idea. She wanted us to tie Ben to the bed in his sleep.”
“Wait,” Sloane chipped in with puppy eyes, pressing her mouth on Beauty's feet. “I wasn't the mastermind here. Jessica is not taking credit for the plan to knock you out cold while we cart away with the inheritance…your inheritance.”
“Wow,” Ben let out.
“Yeah,” Beauty said, reaching for the leashes again. “That's my Jessica.” She tied to the doorknob.
Something about Beauty disciplining her older sisters caused Ben's cock to throb. His hard rock meat yearned for her, and she seemed to have noticed. There was a smile on one corner of her lips as she left to her room and reappeared with some kinky dress of her own. Big portions of her breasts were laid bare under the corset. And there were the latex stockings that covered her feet up to her thighs, leaving nothing around her waist to imagination. She armed herself with a fresh whip. The look on her eyes were different. The pretty smiles that everyone was familiar with was nowhere to be found.
“So, tell me, Sloane. Whose idea was it to get daddy killed?”
Sloane and Jessica looked at each other. The tone of Beauty's voice lacked an atom of compassion, and her questions got more personal by the minute.
Beauty landed the whip on Sloane's butt. The middle-child let out a loud yelp that almost collapsed into a scream.
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer! Do you hear me?”
The two puppy girls nodded with fright in their eyes, their convulsing feet unable to keep steady.
“Alright…alright.” Jessica cried, “it was my idea. Please, don't hit me. I got greedy and wanted his inheritance. But you came back with him,” referring to Ben, “and his healing rose. And the plans went with the wind.”
Beauty dropped two more lashes on Jessica's butt, yelling, “Shush! I'm going to bang my man; you two little puppies should enjoy the show.”
The girls nodded dutifully.
Without hesitation, Ben matched towards Beauty. He went on his knees and began to lick between her legs with his tongue.
This version of Beauty instilled fear and want. Although, he had a little knowledge of the effect of putting on the cursed kinky wears. The sight of the whip propelled more aggression on her willing pussy. His wet tongue brushed against her yielding clit, sending waves of pleasure to her pleasure resource.
“Yes! Hold my thighs and don't stop!”
Ben did as he was told.
The girls watched with lust and fear as the pussy licking went on for half an hour. When Beauty sensed that she was close to orgasm, she held Ben's head and began to muscle her pussy into his mouth. She moaned with sweet pleasure.
Ben ate up every juice that dropped.
Still with the same vigor, Beauty pushed Ben. He landed with his back on the bed.
Without turning around, Beauty skillfully flung her whip, landing a sharp lash on her older sisters.
“That's to make sure you don't fall asleep on me.” Beauty guided Ben's hard cock into her pleasure hole and began to rock him back and forth.
Ben grunted as his rider began to increase the pace. She stood on her toes and squatted on his cock. She fucked him until he couldn't hold back his cum. To the displeasure of their onlookers, the lovers expressed every sound as it pleased them.
With a heavy heart, Beauty entrusted the playful pups, unknowingly her sisters, to the care of a trusted servant until the wedding day.
Jude arrived on a chariot the day before the ceremony, his brow furrowed with concern. His questions about his missing daughters lingered during the evening meal, his confusion deepening as Jessica and Sloane entered the room, transformed into whimpering puppies.
Beauty, her voice laced with concern, revealed the shocking truth about her sisters' cruel intentions. Relief washed over Jude, followed by a surge of protectiveness for his daughters.
"Father," Beauty began, her hand gently clasping his, "I understand your unwavering love for us, your children, but their actions put you at risk. As much as I want them here, their safety lies in your care."
Jude nodded; his voice firm yet filled with compassion. "Leave them to me, Beauty. You focus on your wedding and your new life with Ben. I promise to handle Jessica and Sloane."
Their emotional exchange culminated in a warm embrace.
They retreated for the night, each with a heavy heart.
The wedding was just as everyone had expected; nothing short of magnificent. Guests from all corners of the land gathered to witness the union. As Ben and Beauty prepared to embark on their honeymoon journey to a secluded island paradise, as Ben had described to Beauty a lush greenery carpeted the island, pristine beaches lapped with turquoise waters, and vibrant coral reefs teemed with life beneath the surface, Beauty requested the presence of her sisters.
Standing before the still-transformed girls, Beauty spoke with a voice filled with forgiveness. "I release you from this curse." Like a magic spell, Jessica and Sloane were free. They rushed to their father, tears streaming down their faces, filled with regret and a resolve to mend their ways.
Jude, however, remained distant, his heart heavy with disappointment. "Please," he said, his voice strained, "dress yourselves appropriately and meet me outside. We leave for the villa in a moment."
While Ben and Beauty embarked on a life of happiness, the future of Jessica and Sloane remained uncertain. Their path to redemption hinged on their ability to earn back their father's trust and rebuild the fractured bond with their sister.
THE END
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