by Ana Lynne
Pressure hit me. Having never felt sexual anxiety, it was always put on the girl to perform and please me. I chastised myself, Stop acting like such a bitch, man up! Cum for the people…let the legend of Gaston live on! These losers live to witness me in action! Blow already, damn it!
Sweat poured from my pores. I hated to sweat; it was such a low-class act and smell. As much as it sickened me to even acknowledge, a horrific thought struck my mind. I’m losing my fucking hard-on! If I go limp, I’ll be ruined. I’ll be a laughing stock! The fault belongs to the book bitch! This must be reversed…and the only way to do so…is to force her to marry me! Who gives a shit what she wants! No one denies Gaston!
Speaking of myself, a miracle suddenly struck me. Right there, in my drained beer glass, an arousing image was reflected into my sight. Who was it? My gorgeous face, flushed and strained in sex appeared. A rush of white lava raced to my swelling cock.
“FUCK YEAH!” I shouted, grasping the barfly’s throat. I erupted inside her tight asshole, spraying her backside with blessed seed. She came yet again. Yawn––nothing to see here, move along. I, on the other-hand, looked like a Roman god, muscles strained to the max, body-banging her.
Withdrawing from her gaped ass, I headed down to examine her used hole. Lefou snuck his head between her thighs, joining me in the marveling. “It’s so…white and perfect,” he said.
I shoved him away, hearing him crash to the floor. Everyone laughed. Unwilling to let my seed be wasted by her, I dove in, licking and lapping every ounce of my tasty treat. She was fully cleansed of every drop, denied my manly offering.
Finished with her, I yanked up my pants. Leaping off the table, the bros crowded around, patting me on the back. The girls begged, “Please, Gaston, give us a sample from your lips.” I ignored their pleas, pushing them from my sight.
Lifting a sore Lefou from the floor, I dragged him out into the night air. He said, “Thank you, Gaston…any touch from you I cherish.”
“I need you––”
His face perked up, “You need me?”
“To do me––”
“DO YOU! I WILL!”
I whacked him on the head hard. His eyes crossed. I finished my sentence, “I need you to do me a favor, jackass.”
“Name it and it’ll be yours, Gaston.”
“I need you to go drag that book bitch from her house and––”
“Carve her up into teeny tiny little pieces and eat her bones?”
“You’re one sick fuck,” I said. “No––though keep that thought just in case things don’t go my way. Lead her to my family fields tomorrow morning.”
“That’s it? No violence? Are you feeling well, Gaston?”
“Oh, I’m in fine form, jerkoff––don’t you worry about that. Just do what I say…I’ll take care of the rest.”
Belle
I awoke to a new morning. Stepping outside, I went to the family stable to do chores before a book lunch. As much as I’d tried, my mind couldn’t rid itself of worry for my aging father. Add in his lack of common sense and it couldn’t make for good odds.
All night long, I kept having these horrible dreams. Papa entered this dark forest, chased by demonic wolves. Then he was captured by some horrible looking monster. I had no doubt it was just the town legend playing tricks on me. Did I really think some man-turned-beast actually lived in a cursed mountain forest? No. Though, I’d read enough twisted fairy tales to think anything possible.
I headed out the door, walking the dirt roads to the public stables. Unable to afford our own barn, it was a privilege for those with land and wealth. We had neither. Regardless, we found happiness in the things we could afford, such as good books and conversation. Possessions eventually lost their shine with time.
I nearly arrived at the stables, when a loud gallop filled my ears from afar. I turned to see a local from town. “Ms. Belle, your presence is requested.”
“By whom?”
“It’s an emergency, there’s no time for questions!” the short stubby man shouted, pulling me up onto the horse.
“Papa’s hurt?” I asked. The man said nothing.
Speeding down the road, we passed the public stables, continuing on into the middle of nowhere. The more I thought about the mysterious messenger, it finally struck me. “Wait––you were with that arrogant man from town.”
“You mean…the handsome one,” he blushed. “Yes, I’m Lefou…he is the master of Gaz-az-tor––Gaston himself!”
“Oh…what could he ever want with––OMG!” I shouted, staring ahead to a large gathering. A white tent was set up. There were guests and what looked to be, “A preacher?”
“A lucky bride you are,” Lefou said, racing me right to the makeshift altar. If we weren’t speeding so fast, I’d have leapt off. Broken bones can’t be as bad as marrying that conceded dick! Even death would be more merciful. But…papa. I can’t leave him alone–not after losing mother, I thought. Oh well––I guess I’ll have to just make him look like the ass he really is.
As the horse came to a halt, I hopped off. The minister announced, “Please welcome, Ms. Belle––” he whispered to Gaston, “What’s her last name?”
“Hell if I know. Just get it over with.”
A funny look crossed the minister’s face. “Welcome the bride to be––Ms. Belle.”
The large crowd of town strangers cheered. The only one I recognized was my librarian friend. Approaching the altar, I motioned to Gaston, “May I borrow the groom for a moment.”
He walked over with the swagger of an asshole. “What’s the deal?”
“The deal is…I said no to your crazy proposal. Are you insane––having all these people show up?”
“Listen here, book nerd…I spent a fortune on all this––crap…so you couldn’t say no. Now, understand how lucky you are to marry me. Who knows, maybe I’ll even stay with you…for a while.”
“Stay with me? You don’t even know me! I don’t know you. We don’t know each other––for a reason!”
“What reason could someone like you have for not marrying me?”
I was at a loss for words. “Look…Mr. Gaston, is it? You seem like…a sorta…ok guy––we’re just not a match.”
His jaw clenched together, fist grabbed my arm tightly. “You will do this or else––”
I shouted, “Tell the crowd, Gaston…what will you do to me…for refusing to marry you?”
All eyes zoomed to him. He let go. Turning toward the crowd, Gaston laughed, “This was all a joke on her! It was a prank!”
The crowd laughed along with him. Lefou said, “What a fool she is, Gaston!”
Gaston shouted loudly, “Would you believe––she begged me to marry her or she’d take her own life? Stand here while I go get some long rope!”
The crowd laughed even harder. Lefou said, “I’d love to see that, Gaston!”
Gaston asked the crowd, “Who else would love to see her hang?”
“Me, Gaston!” Nearly every girl in the fan club shouted.
My face blazed red in humiliation. I would’ve broken down in tears right there, had it not been for a blazing horse heading down the road. That’s papa’s horse! He’s not riding it! I gasped in fear. It was heading back towards the public stables. I ran off after it, the crowd’s laughter followed behind the entire way, taunting me in humiliation. However, not even such embarrassment could stop me from reaching it.
Arriving at the stable, I huffed in breathlessness. I tried to grab the horse by the reigns, but it bucked into the air. “Where’s papa, boy?” Wild and frightened neighs sounded from the animal. As it landed, I was able to grab control. Leaping onto the horse, I hoped he’d lead the way back. If there’s one thing this animal has always been, it’s loyal to papa. Whatever made him run off––must’ve been horrific. Swatting his behind, I shouted, “Take me to papa, boy! Go!”
It took off like a prized stallion.
We must’ve traveled a good hour up a remote mountain path. It was so overgrown with wild brush it didn’t even appear to be a road. One thing was obvious––no one had traveled it in years.
I wondered, What was papa thinking? This is way off the beaten path to Paris! Each new mile, I felt more lost myself. However, I pushed on, refusing to give up on him.
Suddenly, the skies turned dark, imprisoned by creepy clouds. Every tree was bare, scratched bark and scraggly limbs displayed their sickness. It actually began to snow, fluttering through the air like gray ashes. I began to tremble, suddenly recalling the spoken legend. This is exactly the way they described it––a cursed forest. The cruel howl of wolves echoed through air, making the horse jump.
“Calm boy!” I begged, covering his eyes. He moved forward by the memory of scent, unable to see the sparse and scary landscape ahead. That’s when I arrived at an old wrought iron gate. The top design was intricate, winding into a rose and sharp crown. If not for the gray fog surrounding it, it would be a thing of beauty.
I shook from both fear and cold. Keeping my hands over the horse’s eyes, I prompted him forward with my foot. Finally, a storm cloud shifted, allowing a stream of moonlight to bring a glorious, yet haunting castle to life.
It is––spectacular, I thought. Over twenty pointed domes reached high into the sky. Made from chiseled stone, it was breathtaking. However, the moldy sludge covering it, combined with inner darkness revived my discomfort.
Arriving at the castle’s doorway, I took a deep breath. Could papa really be here? This place––seems abandoned. There is no such thing as a monster. I must stop being childish.
I knocked on the towering red doors. Suddenly, a family of bats flew down at me from the upper gargoyles. The horse got spooked and galloped off, making its way home without me. “He may be loyal, but he sure isn’t brave!” I said in frustration. Of course, I really couldn’t blame him. I wanted to do the same thing.
However, I couldn’t abandon my father. I had to get him home. Knocking on the castle door again, I got no answer. Nervously placing my hand on the handle, I pressed the top lever with my thumb. It creaked open, the heavy door slowly making way to a breathtaking sight.
This place isn’t abandoned at all. In fact––it’s beautifully decorated, I observed. Any fear I’d had, drifted away. My feet walked along a red-carpeted walkway. Firelight reflected off pure marble floors. A grand center staircase cut up the middle, rising to glorious arched ceilings. “How could such an amazing secret stay hidden here? I could only imagine how much more beauty lies within its heart.”
“Help me!” my distressed father’s voice echoed from a distance below.
I gasped in hope. “Papa––where are you?” I shouted.
“Belle? Could that really be you?”
I called out, “Yes, Papa––I’ve come to take you home. Tell me where you are…I’ll free you!”
“I’m down the side stairs––but forget me! You must leave this place at once! You must not let the beast see you––”
“I’m coming to you now, Papa!” I shouted, ignoring his words. Hurrying down the side staircase, the colorful beauty of red turned into a depressing gray. The walls were pure stone, chiseled gargoyles, demons, and beastly creatures hung from the ceilings.
Following the winding, downward spiral, I arrived in the damp, cold dungeon. My body tingled with chills. A few small torches lit the entire dungeon. “Papa?” I called out.
“Heed my words, Belle. You shouldn’t have come for me. You should leave this place at once!”
Further ignoring his warnings, I made my way down the dark hallway. Passing one empty cell after the other, I finally arrived at father’s prison. I ran to him, sneaking my hands through the rusty bars. Locking fingers with his, I said, “Why are you in here? What have you done?”
“My only crime was getting lost. This is a bad place. If you only listen to one thing I ever tell you, it’s this––Belle––you must go.”
“Leave you in this dump? Never! Why would you ask such a thing of me?”
“Because…evil lives here!”
“Don’t be ridiculous––”
The deepest, most intimidating voice suddenly shook my eardrums. “He’s correct, girl.”
I gasped in startle, turning around. A shadowy figure stood just out of the faint torchlight. “Who are you?”
The deep voice only got angrier with each word. “You come into MY castle…and demand answers of ME?”
“I––I’m sorry, sir. I don’t mean to be rude…I’ve just––well, could you step into the light so I can look you in the eye?”
Father interjected, “You don’t want to do that, Belle––you’ll have nightmares!”
Deep, harsh laughter echoed off the dungeon walls. Father’s words seemed to motivate the beast forward. Stepping into the light a snarling beast appeared. I trembled, though tried to hold back my reaction.
The legend––could it actually be true? Could this be the prince turned beast? The one who killed all the town’s folk? Forget that rumor, I’ll just pretend he’s a––nice beast. What choice do I have?
I wasn’t a rude person, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt his feelings. I knew what it was like to be called a freak. Besides, insulting him would only make my mission that much harder. I hoped to apply reason instead.
The beast’s deep voice challenged, “I see fear in your eyes. Tell me how the mere sight of me…makes you shiver with disgust.”
“Sir, the only fear I have is for the safe return of my father. Surely, you have a father as well. Would you not do anything to secure his return?”
Anger tainted his face. “Never!”
“Well then––it is your attitude which disgusts me. That alone.”
“You lie!”
“Please, sir––surely there is some compassion in your heart. Tell me, do you have a name?”
“Beast.”
“Beast––last name?”
“JUST BEAST!”
“Well, Mr. Beast…please, I beg you––my father committed no crime. You wouldn’t wanna imprison an innocent man––would you?”
“Spoiled girls like yourself know nothing of innocence or guilt.”
“You know nothing about me…or my father. We’re common folk…certainly unable to afford a castle. We are not royalty––unlike some.”
My truth seemed to set the beast off more. “AND YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME OR MY LIFE! Rumors be damned. Your father entered my home without permission. Then…he ate MY food. He is a thief. You’re lucky I don’t remove his head!”
“I will gladly find the money to repay it.”
“How much?”
“Well…as I said…we are not wealthy…but we will give you everything we have. Just free him.”
“It’s not enough.”
“So you plan on keeping him forever?”
He stared right in my father’s cell, handing down the sentence. “I do.”
I screamed, “That is unfair!”
“Life’s unfair. Deal with it. Now get out––or I’ll throw you out!”
Father begged, “Belle, I’ve lived a full life. Go on––leave me here. I will be ok.”
“I’ll do no such thing!”
A vicious growl sounded as the beast crowded my space in a threatening manner. “You WILL! In fact, you have ten seconds before I physically toss you out the door!” he shouted, holding his sharply clawed hands to my throat.
“I offer myself.”
The beast’s face suddenly went weak. It was a shocking sign of vulnerability from such a cruel creature. I can almost see humanity staring back at me. However, that soon ended. “Fine. You’re mine now. Switch places.”
“No!” father screamed in horror.
Without a moment’s pause, the beast opened father’s cell gate. Flinging him over his shoulder, he marched him out the castle’s front door. I ran after him, beggin
g, “Just let me say goodbye at least.”
“Say it,” Beast said.
“Goodbye, pa––” I said before, SLAM! The front door was locked tightly, father gone.
“How will he get home?” I asked.
“My cart will take him to the edge of town. He said, heading upstairs. There I stood, all alone, without even direction. I guess I’ll go to my new home. I’ll go to my––forever prison.
Entering the cell, I shut the iron door behind me. I lay on the cold slab floor, resting my head in my hands. I cried, disturbed by the thought of being this beast’s slave. What will he do to me? I wondered. In reality, I wanted to be locked in prison for my safety.
As the tears slowed, I looked around at my new reality. The stone-slab bed and cobwebbed corners weren’t reasons to hope. This will be my future. Nothingness. No books…OMG––I’ll die without books. I didn’t even think of that horrible fact! Is it too late to trade papa back? Oh no––I couldn’t do that…I love him and books equally.
I gazed over at a demonic gargoyle statue, staring right into my cell from across the hall. I needed a positive distraction quickly. Books––I have them! I mean––not physically to read…but mentally. They’re stored in my head…like a life’s dream––my grand personal library. I can see the real thing now: massive, stained bookshelves of cherry wood. Books reaching up to the ceiling so high, they rival natural clouds.
I continued dreaming. In my mind, I’m pulling over the mobile stairs, climbing each level. My fingertips cruising classics, Romeo and Juliet, Frankenstein, Moby Dick––traveling onward until we reach a different type of dick––the erotica kind.
A dirty smile crossed my face. My mind continued its mental escape. Reaching for my favorites, I devoured one book after another, recalling detail I’d found irrelevant before, newly cherishing every word like a new sunrise.
Suddenly, I was thrust from my literary fantasies. A harsh reality yanked me back from my mental library. The closest torchlight blew out, rendering my section dark. I gasped. A loud bang sounded from down the hall. I trembled, asking, “Beast––is that you?”