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Authors: Bertrice Small
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stairs into a little round chamber lit only by a single torch. From the chamber’s low ceiling hung two golden chains, to which were attached a pair of golden manacles. I can end this at any time, Annie told herself again as the Beast roughly pulled her arms up and fastened the manacles about her wrists. To her surprise the manacles were lined in the softest silk. Hanging, her toes just grazed the floor. I can end this. But she didn’t want to end it. Never in all her life had she faced such a creature as the Beast, and to her surprise she found it was exciting her sexually. Well, her husband had been dead for over two years, and she hadn’t had even a single date.
The Beast said not a word. Instead he walked about his victim, observing her. Then, unfastening her skirt, he let it drop to the stone floor. He undid the three petticoats she had worn beneath the red velvet skirt, and they fell into a heap. Annie squealed as two big hands slid beneath her chemise and up her legs. He slowly drew her white silk drawers to her knees, and then his hands slipped back up to fondle her buttocks briefly before he removed the garment entirely.
“You have a nicely rounded bottom, Mistress Anne. I think it will take well to punishment,” the Beast said softly. He stepped back to observe her again as she hung in just her chemise. Then, hooking his fingers into the dainty ruffled neckline, he ripped the garment off of her before she divined his intent.
Annie gasped, surprised. She was hanging stark naked before a strange man. She blushed, embarrassed. What a sight she must be, with her forty-something body full of cellulite and boobs that were beginning to sag. She decided to end this ridiculous fantasy right now. But for some reason she didn’t understand, she couldn’t. Something inside her wanted to know just how far she was willing to let this go.
“Have you ever seen yourself entirely naked, Mistress Anne?” the Beast asked her.
Annie realized she should respond as the merchant’s young daughter. “N-n-no,” she said.
“Your father had no looking glass in his house?” the Beast queried.
“My father thought such things would only produce foolishness and vanity in a woman,” Annie heard herself say. Good lord! She was becoming the girl in the fairy tale, although the fairy tale had never been quite like this.
The beast’s mouth quirked in an almost smile, and Annie saw the beginnings of a scar at the left corner of his lips. “You shall see yourself now,” the Beast told her, and with a wave of his hand the wall opposite her became a mirror.
She stared, surprised at the image revealed. The body in the mirror was not hers. It was the body of a young girl of about twenty. It was a voluptuous body, with full hips and firm round breasts. Her belly was flat, her thighs were nicely fleshed, and there wasn’t a dimple of cellulite to be found. Annie smiled at the image in the glass. She gazed down at herself, and realized that the mirror did not lie. “What, my lord, do you mean to do to me?” she heard herself asking. “I was told I was to housekeep for you for a year in order to repay my father’s debt to you.”
The Beast smiled a cruel smile. “I mean to have your virginity of you, Mistress Anne. Your father misunderstood me. You are to be my mistress, and not for just a year. For as long as it pleases me that you be. But first you must be punished for your earlier insolence toward me.” Reaching out, he drew on a thick chain, and Annie found herself being drawn upward. “Spread your legs for me,” the Beast commanded her, and, realizing it was futile to resist him, Annie obeyed.
Each of her legs was manacled to the wall. The Beast stood beneath her, looking at her well-furred mons. With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he spread the lips of her labia wide. With his other hand he conjured a long feather with a stiff pointed tip from the air, and began to ply it with delicate touches to her clitoris.
The Beast said not a word. Instead he walked about his victim, observing her. Then, unfastening her skirt, he let it drop to the stone floor. He undid the three petticoats she had worn beneath the red velvet skirt, and they fell into a heap. Annie squealed as two big hands slid beneath her chemise and up her legs. He slowly drew her white silk drawers to her knees, and then his hands slipped back up to fondle her buttocks briefly before he removed the garment entirely.
“You have a nicely rounded bottom, Mistress Anne. I think it will take well to punishment,” the Beast said softly. He stepped back to observe her again as she hung in just her chemise. Then, hooking his fingers into the dainty ruffled neckline, he ripped the garment off of her before she divined his intent.
Annie gasped, surprised. She was hanging stark naked before a strange man. She blushed, embarrassed. What a sight she must be, with her forty-something body full of cellulite and boobs that were beginning to sag. She decided to end this ridiculous fantasy right now. But for some reason she didn’t understand, she couldn’t. Something inside her wanted to know just how far she was willing to let this go.
“Have you ever seen yourself entirely naked, Mistress Anne?” the Beast asked her.
Annie realized she should respond as the merchant’s young daughter. “N-n-no,” she said.
“Your father had no looking glass in his house?” the Beast queried.
“My father thought such things would only produce foolishness and vanity in a woman,” Annie heard herself say. Good lord! She was becoming the girl in the fairy tale, although the fairy tale had never been quite like this.
The beast’s mouth quirked in an almost smile, and Annie saw the beginnings of a scar at the left corner of his lips. “You shall see yourself now,” the Beast told her, and with a wave of his hand the wall opposite her became a mirror.
She stared, surprised at the image revealed. The body in the mirror was not hers. It was the body of a young girl of about twenty. It was a voluptuous body, with full hips and firm round breasts. Her belly was flat, her thighs were nicely fleshed, and there wasn’t a dimple of cellulite to be found. Annie smiled at the image in the glass. She gazed down at herself, and realized that the mirror did not lie. “What, my lord, do you mean to do to me?” she heard herself asking. “I was told I was to housekeep for you for a year in order to repay my father’s debt to you.”
The Beast smiled a cruel smile. “I mean to have your virginity of you, Mistress Anne. Your father misunderstood me. You are to be my mistress, and not for just a year. For as long as it pleases me that you be. But first you must be punished for your earlier insolence toward me.” Reaching out, he drew on a thick chain, and Annie found herself being drawn upward. “Spread your legs for me,” the Beast commanded her, and, realizing it was futile to resist him, Annie obeyed.
Each of her legs was manacled to the wall. The Beast stood beneath her, looking at her well-furred mons. With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he spread the lips of her labia wide. With his other hand he conjured a long feather with a stiff pointed tip from the air, and began to ply it with delicate touches to her clitoris.
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