0 comments/ 62605 views/ 4 favorites Belle By: Young At Heart I spied her chubby form turn around the corner. Long dark hair swirled around her, grasping the places I so longed to kiss, before she disappeared from my sight. I hurried to follow her. I had watched her for near to 3 months now. Her none the wiser of it. Leah-Ann was her name; I had heard it while at the checkout stand next to her one day. "Leah-Ann", the sound whispered past my ear, as I fell into the fantasy of this morning's dawn. The wonder we had explored in each other's body. The words of cherished love we shared. The way her body molded to mine perfectly. My body convulsed with chills as my mind again found the path back to reality. My heart filled with giggles when I saw her arms snake out, like that of a lizard's tongue flicking out to smell something, so fast did she reach out and replace the things her son grabbed from the shelves. Watching her, as usual, out of the corner of my eye with hunger and need as I steered the grocery cart around a display of marshmallows in the center of the isle. Her short stature so Reubinesque in its beauty seemed to speak to my libido while her tinkling laughter and smiles to the children warmed my heart. I hated grocery shopping almost more than laundry. The only thing making this chore more exciting in the last few months was the thought of finding her here. I had pretty much mapped my time around hers it would seem. "Lucky me" My mind whispered. We had passed polite words while in the same isle always with plenty of smiles. I already knew she was married and had only 2 children, a son age 3 and a baby daughter, near 6 months, which were always with her on her excursions to the store. I ogled her luscious curves as she turned the corner into the next isle, my feet naturally following her after three months of such a routine, as I pushed my half-full cart to catch up with her. I couldn't stand not seeing her...not watching her every movement while I had her with me. "With you? What are you crazy? She's not with YOU, idiot! She's shopping just like everyone else in the store. She doesn't even know you and might not want to if she knew the thoughts you have of her...the fantasies that have overwhelmed your mind and fulfilled your lust so many times." My sub-conscience screamed at first then melted off into erotic thoughts of exploring her entire being. I accidentally ran into her cart as I was walking. CRASH! My eyes looked up in shock as my dream-state broke. It was she! What do I do now?! "I am so sorry. Please excuse me." I rush to say politely. "Are the kids alright?" I ask with concern. "Yes they are fine." She said to me in an angelic voice smiling as if she knew what I was thinking, but that was impossible. "I really am sorry. I don't know where my mind was." I reply with an apologetic smile, thinking only of her beauty. Her full lips, rounded chin, and tear drop ear lobes made for suckling. The shape of her neck, the contour of her body. The fullness of her breasts making my own grow fuller with the need to touch them. "It's truly ok. The kids are fine, no harm done." she said to reassure me. "Hi, my name is Zarabeth. Haven't we talked before in here?" I tested her memory of me as I extended a hand to her. "Yes, I'm sure of It." she giggled. "Leah-Ann, nice to finally meet you." She replied politely as she shook my hand. The static electricity bolting through our fingers encouraged both of us to pull apart quickly with a strange sort of laugh. "Thanks, I guess we have the same shopping schedule." I laughed. "How much do you love this chore?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "Actually I hate it!" she honestly replied. Her laughter tinkling around me I put forth an invitation of friendship. "Well it would seem logical to make this a regular date for us then and do this dreaded thing together and maybe have some fun along the way. What do you think?" "Sounds good to me, I could use the help at the checkout counter when I'm trying to remember if I put that in the cart or my son did." She joked. "Great! Shopping buddies it is then." I happily replied inhaling her lavender scent. The aroma of her freshly washed hair wafting around me, the gorgeous auburn hi-lights streaming like sunshine through a forest and smiling upon a favored wood-sprite, as I pushed my cart slightly behind hers. I gloried in the fact that I was able to spend the rest of my morning in her company. We had more in common than we had anticipated and became fast friends while we walked the isles of our favored grocery store. We both picked out similar items and had lots of fun joking around with the many we could think to use in a sexual way. We spent more time than usual in the store that day enjoying the connection we had found with each other. "How would you like to grab lunch with me?" I asked not wanting it to end so soon, not wanting to be away form her yet. Smiling lustfully, I placed the foot long twisty Popsicle's I talked her into trying on top of the other ice cream treats. "That would be great. I'm starving. Had to skip breakfast this morning with so much to do." she smiled pointing at the kids with a twinkle in her voluminous eyes. I wondered if the twinkle was for her children or for my Popsicle knowledge and me. Our fingers touched as we both grabbed the candy bars from her son's hand. Our eyes met when the electricity flashed through that touch and scorched a path up our arms. We both pulled away and looked at her guilty faced boy with a smile, not acknowledging the touch as anything more than another shock of static electricity, but I knew better and was happy for it. We packed up the groceries and I watched her saunter in front of me towards her car. She turned just as I was glancing her backside up and down. She smiled when my head moved up high enough to make eye contact. I flushed red and smiled fully. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have a beautiful body that glides in sensuality as you walk, Leah-Ann." I held her gaze to see how she took the compliment. I smiled a different smile at her. A hungry smile, the devouring kind. Then changed it to a happy one in a flash of a second and acted like the before mentioned didn't exist. Leah smiled back at me and flipped her hair around. I think she did it on purpose to tease me but I wasn't sure and didn't care after she started walking again. I watched excitedly, my blood racing faster as her heart shaped ass shook so sweetly in the faded jean shorts she wore. I could feel the wetness slip from between my lips and dampen my own crotch. I kept imagining her spread before me, front side up, lying upon satin sheets of hunter green. My hands tying her wrists to the corner posts with black silken cords and then blindfolding her to create that much more feeling. Then dragging the remaining two strands over her creamy skin. The clash of color tempting the weakest of souls as I tie her ankles to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. To have her at my mercy, to give her all she deserves and more. To show her everything she can give as well as receive. "STOP this instant!" My mind shouted at me, "Before you start openly masturbating in the parking lot!" I laughed out loud at my dreamy thoughts and the reality of them happening and moved to catch up with Leah-Ann. She was just opening her trunk. I helped to load the groceries, my breasts bouncing deliciously without the bondage of a bra. I slid up beside her and brushed my breasts against her bare arm, another small test to see if she would move rapidly away. She paused for a breadth of a second and then moved in mechanical efficiency loading the rest of the groceries. I noticed a smile on her face and neither of us pulled away too quickly from the touch this time. We allowed it to course through us like a scanner in a sci-fi movie. The heat rushing our veins and flooding us with sensations unlike anything we had known. "I'll take the cart you take the kids." I grinned after all was placed inside the trunk. "Rats! How come I always get stuck with the kids? I never get to put the cart away!" She whined like a three-year-old then burst out laughing. "Because you're the mommy this time." I teased and turned to push the cart into the cart return. I walked back over to her car just as she was slipping her seatbelt on and adjusting her mirror. My turn to do a bit of teasing I thought as I stepped up to her car window and leaned over giving her a fairly glorious view of my breasts. The thought of her looking at them filled the tips with lust. I felt them pebble before her eyes. Now she could tell they were pierced, and she did. She licked her lips as I chattered on about where we should eat lunch. Her fiery glares from my breasts to my face growing hotter by the minute as I watched her nipples grow hard as well. Her breathing changed as did mine and we finally decided to go to Bakers Square. They offered coloring books and crayons and things to entertain her son while we chatted. He was actually a very well behaved child. A delight to be with even though he was active as all get out. I thought to myself how long it had been since mine were that age, thinking too long then giving up on the math and getting back to thoughts of Leah-Ann as I walked toward the back of my truck to load my groceries. It was a cool day so it should be safe leaving the food long enough to eat lunch I thought as I looked in my mirror to back out and saw her in the car behind me. Her head bopping to some tune on the radio was a delight to watch. She was full of life and had a zest for fun that drew me to her. I smiled and waved as I backed out and lead her out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Leah-Ann's car followed mine into the restaurant parking lot and parked on my left side. I hopped out and helped her with the kids. I held the tiny hand of her son as we walked through the doors and waited to be seated. The waitress asked us what section we would prefer, smoking or non-, and I asked if it made a difference. She replied with a smile that it made none to her and so I was relaxed knowing she wouldn't hold my smoking against me. We settled into a booth sitting across from each other, her daughter in a car seat at Leah's left and her son on the end in a taller chair made for bigger kids. We looked over our menus and I asked her if she'd like a margarita. "Heck yes" she admitted. We order our drinks first and then perused the menu again. "Eww look at that!" I squeak out showing her a very disgusting picture of liver and onions. "Yuk! I hate liver!" she exclaims with a funny face. Her button nose turned up slightly. I wanted to lean across the table and kiss it, kiss her. My thighs squeezed tight as I tried to appease the demanding throb from my pussy for the touch it so needed. The milky wetness slipping between my lips again as I looked upon the goddess of my fantasies. My nipples hardened as I watched her suckle the straw from her drink. I gulped as I watched it slide down her throat and further still. I imagined I watched it slip down it's well known path down the center of her body, past her breasts, to her stomach. The stomach I wanted to kiss and lick. Tickle and tease. "Well the shrimp looks good." I said with a smile as I set aside my menu to show her my nipples bursting through my shirt. My breasts grew fuller by the moment as she gazed upon them. She smiled lusciously, and agreed the shrimp did in fact appeal to her as well. We ordered our meal and talked as we waited. By the time our food made it to the table we had drank 3 margaritas and revealed much about our sexual needs and wants. We both explored the world of erotic writing and many other things. She told me she was BI-curious and I admitted to having been with a woman before. We wore out that conversation while we ate our meals and goofed off with her son. Her daughter slept at her side. I begged her to have one more drink with me, a Pepsi this time to sober up a bit before sending her home with the kids. We exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses with the promise of calling next week for our shopping date, and finished up our lunch with chat of tattoos and piercing. Neither of us wanted to leave as she shuffled the children back into their seats and slipped into hers behind the wheel. I watched with hunger as Leah-Ann bent over the seat to hook her daughter's chair in with the seatbelt. I melted as her leg fully extended before me, as she reached in to clasp in her son. She was driving me crazy and I didn't think I was going to make it home in time to master the thoughts rushing in my mind. Flashes of her body, angelic voice, the swell of her breast, fullness of her hardened nipple, and the tongue ring I was so enchanted with during our entire meal. I wanted to reach out and touch that ass that begged for attention. We parted with a hug through the car window and a kiss meant to land upon her cheek but found her lips instead as she turned into mine. The warmth and fullness of her lime-flavored kiss was overwhelming to say the least. The electricity flooded throughout my entire body and made me eager for more. Our lips touched for no more than a mere second and yet it felt as though we had explored them for an eternity. I was shocked to have her confirmation of my own feelings toward her. I wanted to reach inside that window and hold her face to mine in that parking lot, explore her fully, but thought wiser of it as her son came in to vision. I slipped my hand to the back of her head and gloried in her hair as she started her car and held my hand. We promised to talk very soon and I watched her drive away with my heart. I drove home with thoughts of her filling my mind, my heart, and my soul. I drove with one hand while the other explored my body. It ached with need. Throbbed with the growing feeling of orgasm. I stopped at a stop light and my hand slipped under my shirt to caress and tease my aching breasts. They filled my hands as I forced myself to stare at the stoplight waiting for it to change. I was stopped once more by a red light and my hand slipped into my waistband, slid over my abdomen and past my mound. My fingertips found paradise as the light changed and I sped off toward home. My inner thigh bulging with the muscle's movement as I teased my nub into pulsating sensitivity. "GREAT! A train! Just what I need right now", but not even that stopped the feelings of overwhelming hope for my own future. A future with a woman I could hold close to me forever as a friend and more. My head fell back on the headrest as the lust overwhelmed me. I could wait no more. I was first in line for the train and as thoughts of being so near her today, and finding out she wanted me as well, enflamed my passion into overwhelming hunger that fed my need. I masturbated ruefully as the train went slowly by on the tracks. Click Clack Click Clack...it's rhythm matching my own as I fell into salvation. She flooded my mind and her name filled my truck as I found my release, her lips touching mine breathing in my whimpers of ecstasy. I floated back into my body from high above and settled in to watch the caboose go by, and the gates lift. My shirt was hiked up, breasts exposed and rosy in color from being pinched and squeezed. My pants unbuttoned and unzipped, spread wide to afford better access. I try to hurry and fix my clothes, as the cars on the other side of the tracks would surely see me now that the train has moved past. The pick up truck in the front of the oncoming line has a nice looking older man inside wearing a business suit. He glances over at me just as I am pulling down my top. I smile as he crosses the side of my truck, thinking to myself. "Well, with a grin like that you know he knows what you were doing while waiting for that train." I smile back and wink as he passes me. I pull up in front of my house feeling exuberant with energy. The kind of energy that doesn't go away no matter how bad your days become. I step out of the truck with noodle legs and attempt to carry my groceries inside. I fill my week with life's deeds and we write each other e-mail. Teasing and tempting each other mercilessly we gained a closeness we both wished to express in playful, erotic ways. I call her on Thursday night. "Hello" I savor her voice in my ear before answering. "Hi Leah-Ann, This is Zarabeth" I state in a sensual voice, trying to sound as sexy as possible without faking it. "Our usual time tomorrow for the store?" I ask hopefully. "I wouldn't miss it babes. I think I may have a bit of a surprise for you as well if things go as planned." she secretively discloses. I can hear the laughter in her voice, the anticipation growing as we grow closer. "Oh really now? Hmm...I can only hope for one thing and dream it is the same as the gift you speak of." I say cherishing the way she sounds with a secret. Enchanted by her thoughtfulness, I too felt I should bring something. "Am I required to surprise you as well?" I ask playfully. "Not a thing but yourself." she replied confidently. "My gosh woman I can't wait to see you again." I admit as we cling to the conversation. "To watch you again, hear you laugh, feel our special touches burn through me." I whispered into her dreams. "Mmm..." she moaned just a bit and then giggled. "Nor can I Zara, nor can I." she admitted as well. "Ok, my sweet, I'll look forward to the morning and hopefully pass the night with some semblance of dignity." I laughingly joke with her. "Hubby is beginning to wonder about my extra energy." Her giggles tinkle my ears with sweetness and satisfaction as her smile fills my mind. I dreamt of rose petals and honey that night. Dripping and oozing all over her glorious nudity. The golden warmth drizzle's her snow-white skin into mesmerizing patterns of lust. I watch with intrigue as it glazes her body in golden light. Her young white breasts dripping warm honey down her delicate side and onto the wrinkled sheets below to lie in golden drops. I watch as it traces loops and lines over her stomach and fills her belly button with stickiness. I bend and dip my tongue into the thick golden pond swirling in delighted frenzy. Lying my head upon her thighs to watch the honey take a path farther still, and begin it's engulfing of her mound. It slips over the crack of her lips. Sliding between them as she wiggles with the heated torture. The slight pressure of the honey pressing against her swollen clit, and smothering it in sweetness. My finger slips past the honey into the sticky slit. I manipulate her clit to throbbing ecstasy and then push my hand down over her entrance and back up again. Twirling her tingling button around my fingertip in small circles, as I breathe into her ear how sexy she is. How much I need her. Telling her I want to hear her voice in ecstasy, as I slide my finger inside her pulsating walls. I flick my finger inside her heated realm and bring her to madness as I hear her voice fill my ears. "Yes, Please don't stop?" She begs for my erotic torture in her passion-jaded voice. The sound brings my own smiles and the desire for more. "How is that, Mi. Belle? You are so hot and wet, sticky sweet and delicious. I can't wait to taste you." I whisper into her ear as my breath scorches a titillating path across her neck. My lips dip down to suckle the tear-dropped shape of her ear lobe between my soft lips. My tongue wraps behind it tickling her neck as I let her lobe loose and travel down her neck nibbling and biting. I felt her breathing quicken and her voice whimpering and moaning the non-words of the lost souls in passion shrouded mists. The melting of our inhibitions washes over us and onto the floor with our clothes. My fingers thrumming her a melody of sweet ecstasy as I slipped in and out of her pulsating eager womanhood. I find the way back out again and as I slide my suckling mouth to the side of her breast, she whimpers in my ear and my fingers find their way lower still over her tight bud of anal nerves. Belle "What do you mean, he's gone?!" Belle shrieked at the barman, who was already cowering in fear despite the 18-year-old girl being barely half his height. "I told you to keep an eye on him! You know he's demented, you utter....idiot!" She smacked her palm on the bar, eyes blazing with fury. "Where's he gone? Did he give any hint as to where...?" "I-I don't know, Madame, he was here one minute and the next he had disappeared-" stuttered Claude, backing away from the girl who was growing ever closer. "He mentioned something about the old castle on the other side of the forest," another customer, Jeanette, volunteered, Claude giving her a grateful nod. "Yes, yes, I'm sure I heard him saying something about it -- if you go now, you can catch him before he even reaches the woodlands!" he babbled desperately, hurrying Belle out of the pub backwards in a rushed attempt to stop any more customers leaving in disgust. She opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but instead turned around and flounced out the door, slamming it as she went. It was cold outside despite only being September, and Belle had to pick up her skirts to stop them dragging through the damp piles of rotting leaves, biting on her lip in irritance as she saw Maurice had taken their horse, Phillipe, with him. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to catch up with her father before midnight at least, as it took at least an hour just to ride there. Then, with a chuckle, she recalled that Gaston, the village cad with a soft spot for her although she had never returned his advances, lived not far, and picked up speed, reaching his door within a few minutes. She rapped at it furiously, being sure to pull down her dress a little further before he opened the door. The broad-shouldered youth looked down at her for a moment, his eyes travelling just beneath her neck and putting a grin on his superficially handsome face. "Belle! What can I do for you? Come in, come in, sit, have a drink...." he grinned at her welcomingly, swinging open the door and beckoning for her to come in. She shook her head, blinking at him with wide eyes that brimmed with tears, flinging her arms around him. "Oh, Gaston! Such a terrible thing has happened! Please, you must help me, I'll do anything!" she sobbed into his chest. Bemused, he stepped back, trying to shuffle her away and patting her head awkwardly. "What is it, cheri?" "Oh, my Papa has wandered into the forest alone, and on such a dark night too! I fear the wolves will tear him to pieces unless I bring him back. Please, let me borrow your horse, Gaston, I dread to think what should happen to him if I do not go at once!" Now, it was not that Gaston was malicious or intended harm to Belle's father, but, as some young men tend to be, he was selfish and at this moment could only think of what he could gain from this; after all, his horse Pierre probably cost more than Belle's entire house had. "You'll do anything, you say?" he queried, repeating her earlier plea. Belle nodded dumbly, then stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his ear. "And I'll even..." she whispered, continuing to describe things even the filthiest harlots of France would refuse. Now it was Gaston's turn to be wide eyed; his mouth dry, he gulped, pulling his jacket across his waist. "Be back by sunset with my horse or there'll be hell to pay," he warned her, swallowing as she gleefully kissed him on the cheek, wondering if he had any idea that she had no intention of fulfilling her promises, brown curls bouncing as she scurried away to fetch Pierre. She swung up on him with ease; years of horse riding had made her adept at climbing upon one, and as he began to trot forward obediently she dug her heels into his flanks as she pushed him into a gallop, the black stallion giving a whinny. Clutching at his mane, Belle kept her eyes peeled for any sign of her father, but neither the old man nor Phillipe were anywhere to be seen as she neared the edge of the forest. The trees, silhouetted by the silver gleam of the moon, seemed taller at night as they loomed over her, the thickness of forest almost completely black. Pierre seemed to want to turn back, but she urged him onwards anyway, letting him slow to a canter. It began to rain lightly, and she cursed herself for not wearing something waterproof as she felt the rain begin to penetrate through the hood of her light cloak. "Papa? Papa?!" she shouted continuously, unable to see more than a few feet in front of her as the walls of trees enveloped her. The horse was now trotting, as if it sensed danger in the air, and Belle tugged her cloak tighter around her, unsure if she was shivering from cold or fear. "Father?" she called, more hesitantly this time. And then there was a growl from behind her. Belle turned. Two eyes, glowing green in the darkness, staring straight at her. And another pair. And another. WOLVES! The one that had just growled at her began to pull back on its haunches and with her heart in her mouth Belle screamed, kicking Pierre forward as he let out a whinny, eyes bulging and frothing at the mouth, his hooves flicking mud at the wolves as he raced forward. They were everywhere, she swore, everywhere she looked she could see the dark grey fur running alongside the horse, so she squeezed her eyes shut, holding tightly onto the horse's mane, clinging on for dear life, hearing the wolves' snarls as they snapped at Pierre's heels. They were almost upon her now; she could nearly feel their breath on her ankles, threatening to clasp her ankles in their jaws and yank her off. Now as she opened her eyes for a brief second she could see the edge of the forest, light shining in from the opening in the trees like a godly beam, giving her hope as they neared it. The wolves were beginning to fall behind, as if they too saw the borderlines of their territory, only the most diehard of the canines still chasing them. She could see the outline of the run-down castle beneath the trees, knowing at least she could shelter there for the night and, if her father wasn't also there, she could search for him in the morning. The muddy forest floor soon turned to beaten track and with a sigh of relief, Belle heard the growls and yaps diminish, looking behind and seeing that the wolves had given up their chase. They reached the castle quickly and she dismounted, patting the stallion on the neck as she led him to what looked like an outhouse, tying him up. A low rumble in her stomach reminded her she had forgotten to bring food as she approached the castle door, pulling it open with a creak and slipping inside. The dust made her eyes water and wrinkled her nose before letting off three explosive sneezes that echoed around the hall noisily. "Hello?" she called quietly as she crept up the bare stairs, fingers gripping onto the banister tightly. She could have sworn she just heard a thump -- her father, upstairs? She ran up them, hearing another and following the sound, nearly falling over as she flung herself round a corner, pushing through another door to find- "Papa!" But it wasn't her father. Belle shrunk back, clutching aimlessly for the door handle as the figure turned around, rising up to it's full height, snarling at her, dark hair wild. "What are you doing here?" the man demanded, his ice-blue eyes staring at her, looking right through her. "I-I was look-looking for m-my-" she stuttered, feeling like a child in comparison to the enormous man who in his vehemence seemed even larger. "Get out!" he roared at her, swinging his hand at her. Belle whimpered and clutched her face as his palm caught it, nails deceptively sharp and leaving a scratch on her cheek that began to well with blood. "I-I'm here for my father!" Belle shouted in reply, fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms, trying to sound as if she wasn't terrified of him though she was shaking with fear. He had already stepped back at seeing he had made her bleed -- guilt, or curiosity? -- and her show of defiance just made him all the more perturbed. "Get out of my home." he continued in a low throaty growl. "Take me to my father and you shall never see either of us again." she hissed back. "He trespassed so I put him in the dungeon, and there he shall remain -- now LEAVE before I do the same to you!" He advanced towards her, grabbing her by the shoulder, her struggles no avail as he yanked her through the door. "No! Please!" she begged, "He's old and he'll die here! Take me instead!" He stopped. Swinging round, he raised an eyebrow and pressed his face closer to hers, grabbing her arm tighter. "I think I might just do that." Belle concealed an inner scream at him. You're not supposed to agree, you're supposed to be so touched by the sacrifice I would make for my father that you let us both go! On the surface, though, she remained silent, merely regarding him with a hostile glare. He reached to his neck and unclasped the chain decorating it and gripped her wrists together, spinning her around and pushing her against the railing of the stair, his body pressed against hers to pin her there. He ignored her struggles and shouts of indignance as he deftly pulled her wrists either side of the bar, wrapping the chain around them so they were locked together, fixing it back together with a click. "What on earth-?!" Belle cried as he let her go, stunned at the speed of it and the strength of the chain as she tugged at it helplessly. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." he told her, his voice seeming more human now, before running down the stairs with a grace that was bizarre for a man his size. She watched him saunter out of the hall and through another door and was overcome with fear and horror at what had just happened. It was all her father's fault, the daft old fool, wandering off all the time with his fanciful notions -- and now, she was restrained in an unknown place with a strange man as her only company! "Ridiculous old man..." she muttered under her breath, scowling. Wait, was -- that -- his voice? Sure enough, the man had dragged him into the hall, but Maurice was too focused on rambling to him to notice Belle. "Papa!" she yelled at him excitedly, happy he was safe in spite of herself. "Belle? What are you doing here? I thought you were-" "Come on." the man grunted, pulling him towards the door. "What are you-? No, he can't go out by himself, he'll end up killing himself!" she screamed -- was she to stay here for nothing? "And I suppose you'd come back if I let you accompany him?" Belle pressed her lips together, giving him an icy stare. "Just as I thought. He'll be fine." "But the wolve-" But he had already ushered Maurice out of the door and locked it shut behind him. "My father's going to die now because of you," she spat at him as he made his way back up the stairs. "He'll be fine." he repeated wearily as he reached her. She glanced at his face as he neared, only now really looking at the sculpted features and dark, angular brows, the thought passing through her head that in another time and place, in different clothes, he would have looked handsome. Then, as he leant behind her, his hand brushed her rear and she lashed out automatically, managing to kick him right between the legs. He gave a groan, face contorted with pain as he fell back, crumpling to the floor. Belle felt a twinge of guilt as she realised he had just been about to undo the chain, which quickly disappeared -- after all, he had so readily agreed to swapping her father for her that she had no doubt what he wanted her for, and he had just sent her father to almost certain death. "You...you...bitch!" he hissed through his teeth as he clutched himself, glaring at her from the floor. "Apologise, now." She snorted derisively, raising one eyebrow at him. "Fine." he scowled, pushing himself back up. "Stay there until you do, then." He gave her another steely glare, then turned and limped back to what Belle assumed was his room. Belle tugged again at the chain, but it was pointless, and just made the metal cut deeper into her wrists. Sighing, she shifted about, waiting for him to return and let her go anyway. Ten minutes passed and he still didn't return. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. By now she'd found a way to slide downwards so she could sit down, legs crossed and her head tipped back as she leant against the bars of the banister, arms aching from the uncomfortable position. The ache in the pit of her stomach was getting increasingly prominent too and she was beginning to get a headache too. Not to mention it was cold, and she'd left her damp cloak outside with the horse. Then she heard footsteps, and saw that it was the man, approaching her. Glancing at him, she stopped as he noticed stared at the floor instead, biting her lip to stop her from shouting at him. He crouched in front of her and used a hand to tilt her chin up to face him, his crystal blue eyes staring deep into her brown ones, and she shuffled about, casting her eyes to the side to break the spell he seemed to be trying to put on her. He ran a surprisingly smooth finger across the scratch on her cheek and she sucked in her breath at the sting, closing her eyes as she winced. "Are you going to apologise yet?" he asked her, but his tone was gentle compared to the harsh growls she'd heard earlier. Belle mumbled a barely-audible response, still looking away from him. "What was that?" "Sorry." she muttered, voice filled with resentment rather than sorrow. "Hmph. 'Spose that'll do. Stand up." he ordered, doing the same himself. She did as he told her, though her legs were shaky and weak and she nearly fell back down. As he leant forward she instinctively pulled back and away from him, though this time she kept both feet together to let him unclip the necklace. She snatched her wrists away from him the second they were free, rubbing them where the chain had left sore criss-cross imprints around both of them. "What's your name?" he asked her, placing his arms either side of her so she was pinned there. She wriggled about uncomfortably before murmuring "Belle", no louder than a whisper. "Belle...what a pretty name..." he said as he got unnervingly close, his chest pressing against hers, his breath on her neck. She tried to wriggle away from him, pushing him away but was stuck fast as he caught her wrist and held it against the railing, one hand trailing down her thigh and pulling up her dress, his leg nudging her thighs open, his lips against her throat, gently sucking. She let out a whimper of fear but he mistook it for arousal, sliding his hand across her breast gently. "N-no, please, stop, I don't want to-" He silenced her with a kiss, soft but unyielding, his tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips. Though she knew she'd be punished for it but feeling as if she had no choice she bit down hard on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth, tasting blood. He grunted in surprise, pulling away and only now noticing the terror on her face, her chocolate-brown eyes glistening with tears. He spat blood on the floor, lips red with it, hands clenched but he kept his anger hidden as he stared at her. "I...I..." she stuttered, horrified at what she'd done, tensing her body up as she waited for a blow, but none came. "I should...get you something to eat." he said after a moment's apprehension, his voice preoccupied. He took her by the hand and led her somewhat distractedly back to his room, sitting her upon the bed. "I'll return shortly." he told her, before walking back out, closing the door behind him. Sitting there, Belle felt as if she was in an entirely different world. Was this all just a strange dream? The man was strange, that was easy to say. To treat her so roughly, almost rape her, and then offer some sort of dumb kindness? And she still didn't even know his name. The room was dark, but warm, although it had a lingering scent of wet dog about it at which Belle wrinkled her nose. The curtains were drawn, blocking out nearly all light from the full moon and stars - a few shreds across it let in a couple of beams, but other than that the only light came from the flickering lantern on the desk by the window. The bed she was sat on looked as if it had once been expensive, but now were mangled and torn. The same went for the paintings on the walls, now unrecognisable with their ripped canvases, and even the walls had a few gouges in them. In a nutshell, it didn't seem particularly pleasant nor safe. Still, she kept herself from touching anything -- although the candlestick by the window looked heavy enough to be a formidable enough weapon if it came to it...no, she would have to work out how else to escape, as she doubted that even with the aid of an object she could beat him in a fight unless she surprised him first. Her thoughts were interrupted as he re-entered bearing two bowls. "Soup. Not much, but it's food." he explained at her quizzical look. She nodded, shuffling away from him as he sat down next to her on the bed. Silently he passed her one of the bowls, the steaming soup warming her hands but she felt too sick to eat, instead just staring down at the bobbing vegetables. He had already dug into his and was slurping it down with great gusto, making Belle feel even more nauseous. He glanced at her, having already finished his. "You need to eat, Belle." he said softly, touching her hand. She flinched, at the sound of his voice uttering her name once more and his touch, nearly spilling the soup, and he backed off immediately, raising his open hands in front of him. "I'm sorry!- I- just...eat, please?" She closed her eyes for a second before reluctantly picking up the spoon, stirring the soup aimlessly before bringing a half-full spoonful to her lips, the plea in his voice urging her to just do as he asked for now. Although he was no cook, it wasn't repulsive; still, after he had intently watched her slowly sip a few spoonfuls she couldn't stomach any more, feeling awkward as she placed the spoon back in the bowl. "Thank you." she mumbled quietly, still not making eye contact. He sighed, nodding, and gently took the bowl from her, setting it upon the desk with his own. "Are you tired?" She shrugged, offering no other reply. "Well, I think we should get some sleep now. Don't you?" he suggested, Belle still staying silent. She watched as he stood and stretching, walking over to the door and pushing it completely shut, reaching up and sliding across the bolt at the top of it -- if he could only just reach it, she knew she hadn't a hope. Then without a care he began to slip off his boots, shirt, trousers, until he was only left in his undergarments, then started to slip into bed. Confused, Belle stood up, looking wildly around as if expecting another bed to appear for her benefit, raising a disbelieving eyebrow at him as he chuckled, patting the space next to him. She backed away, shaking her head in horror, to which he simply stated "It's in my bed or the floor. I can't trust you in a guest room." As if he'd have guests over in a place like this, Belle found herself thinking as she knelt resolutely on the floor, lying down and curling up despite the cold stone digging into every part of her, already shivering. "As you wish, then." He let out another sigh and rolled over, soon beginning to snore. She willed sleep to come but with the uncomfortable floor, no pillow or blanket, and the events of the evening before, it denied her, slipping out of her grasp as soon as she thought she had finally succeeded. And then, without meaning to, she began to cry. I'm never going to see Papa again, am I? I'm going to be stuck here until I die, years upon years of serving that -- Beast! Even if I escape...I won't be able to marry anyone, not how he'll leave me. But then...he showed me kindness, earlier. Apologised -- though not for touching me, though -- and showed what seemed to be remorse. It's as if he's trying to make up for it, though, at least giving me food. That's certainly more than I expected. Belle Although a bed would be nice, I'll never sleep carrying on down here. My neck is killing me already but there's no way I'm getting into bed with him. Am I the first person he's seen in a while? It seems that way. Although he can't be more than 23 or 24, 25 at a push I suppose... What does it matter? Humanising him isn't going to make this any easier. No matter how charming or handsome he tries to be, he's still the one keeping me here. Her sobs must have woken him up, for he turned over, looking down at her. "Come on. In." He lifted the sheets up, motioning for her to get in, but she shook her head. "I won't do anything. I won't touch you. I promise. Now please, get in before you catch your death or damage yourself laying there." Still she refused, so with a groan he sat up and, bleary eyed, clambered out of the bed. He scooped her up with seemingly no effort at all and placed her in the bed, Belle not even bothering to struggle now. He climbed in beside her, pulling the covers over them both, wrapping his arms around her, noticing how chilly her skin was compared to his. Instead of pulling away, he was surprised to feel her wriggle closer, still crying but more gently now. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she sniffed, curling her legs up, shuffling closer to his warm body. "Shh..." he whispered to her, resting his chin on her head as he stroked her hair lightly. "You're safe, it's okay. Go to sleep, shh..." Despite herself, his soothing voice and gentle fingers were beginning to lull Belle to sleep. This is nice...she thought, before she could stop herself. No, it isn't! I'm in bed with him....in HIS bed with him, he's already hit me and groped me, what if he does it again during the night? She could almost feel his hands creeping across her already, and shuddered, pulling away as she twisted round, curling up and wrapping the blanket around herself protectively. He gave a grumble but made no move to pull her back, letting her tuck her knees up to her chest, her breathing slowing and jerking sobs stopping as she fell asleep. In all honesty, he was just glad she hadn't put up a fuss or forced him to punish her properly. Well, she hadn't eaten or slept where he had wanted her to originally (as well as kicking him earlier) but they were all minor things compared to what she could have done, and although she had pulled away from him now she'd willingly returned the intimacy and let him comfort her a few moments ago. He wondered if she would grow bold enough to start speaking properly to him, learn to trust him rather than surveying him with cold wariness and grow out of her stubbornness which was already so apparent, realising it would take a good few days for him to fully instil what was expected of her. I must set up another room for us tomorrow, he realised, At least make her comfortable here or she'll hate me even more. And new dresses, too, as he looked at her, still wearing her clothes even in bed. He briefly debated undressing her so that she wouldn't be hot in the morning but immediately decided against it, knowing she would most likely wake and scream the place down, and then she would never come near him of her own will. "I don't want to hurt you, Belle." he whispered gently to her, then though his mind was burning with curiosity and, yes, anticipation at the next few days, he forced himself to settle and try to sleep to. Training will start tomorrow. Belle and Beau Marybelle Magnolia Blossom Rousseau was going home. It hadn't been a decision that she had made lightly as she hadn't been home since she was 17 years old. Plus --she adored her life in Los Angeles. She had been a wide-eyed teenager full of youth and promise when she had first stepped off the Greyhound bus in Hollywood for stardom. She turned her nose contemptuously at the pimps trying to get their new "ho" out of her and made her way to the San Fernando Valley. Working hard as a waitress and taking acting classes -- she had been discovered. Now at 25 years old, Belle Rousseau was the hot young thing in Hollywood. Her pictures were splashed across magazine ads and billboards selling everything from hairspray to lipstick to perfume to couture fashion. Her movies were popular with people in their 20s and early 30s and Belle was a star. But she hadn't been home in 8 years and she knew it was time. She had done her last obligation for her newest movie "Fever" by performing like a circus star from the east coast to the west coast pimping the movie out on all the TV and radio stations. She needed a little "me" time, she thought. She settled into her seat in the Greyhound bus for the long ride home. She could have taken her BMW roadster home or even flown first class, but she thought it fitting that she should return home the way she had left. Besides, she snuggled deep into her new Prada coat, she could always rent a car if she needed one. Secretly, she dreaded going home. Home was Nowheres-ville USA. It was a tiny backwater town in Louisiana where everyone knew everyone. She was a fourth generation girl and she loathed it. Everyone knew everyone else's business including when Louanne was out late with Billy -- her father knew about it before she got home. If Marla was fighting again with her husband Brent --the town knew. If old Mister Glenn was out at night with the local tramp Sue-ellen -- his wife Mable knew. It was incestuous. But it was home. It was the place where Belle had spent many a night listening to her grandfather talk about World War II. Where Belle had eaten a thousand stomachs full of fried chicken, collard greens, cornbread and buttermilk. And though Belle was an L.A. girl now -- she would always been a Southerner at heart. Back home held her family and her heart. It was in Louisiana that she had first kissed a boy, fell in love, lost her virginity and lost her heart. The bus bumped into its first of many stops. She arched and stretched her back and wobbled off the bus. She noticed several men looking at her but she was used to it. Even if she hadn't been a movie star, Belle was a stunning young woman. She was petite at 5 feet 5 but she was a curvy girl with a plump little booty that made men want to bend her over and luscious breasts that always pressed her t-shirts forward. Her hair was shoulder length with blonde highlights and her eyes were chocolate brown. Some critics compared her body to Jessica Simpson and she didn't mind. Belle dropped her lipstick that she had been reapplying and bent over to pick it up. She heard a quick intake of breath. Her short skirt had ridden up past her ass cheeks as she had bent over. She readjusted herself and turned around. "What are you looking at?" She asked the pimply faced teen and his friend. "Nothing." He said sullenly. She got back on the bus but not before she heard them say to one another, "Was that Belle Rousseau?" "On a Greyhound bus? Yeah right. She has millions. What are you smoking?" Belle settled into sleep trying hard not to get pissed at the old guy looking at her across the way. The bus was half full and finally she had had enough. "Take a picture it will last longer." She told him before she moved away from him. ******************************* Louisiana was all that she remembered, and her memories were not fond. "Ugh." She said aloud. "And yuck." The cool autumn wind swirled around and her nipples were tight and hard underneath the blouse. She laughed at the thought. In Hollywood, people were paid to keep actresses nipples nice and tight. And these weren't porn actresses either. Jennifer Lopez had employed just such a person before her controlling new husband forbade it. She had changed into tight, boot cut jeans with her favorite Jimmy Choo heels and a white angora sweater. She had a yellow scarf tied into her hair and sunglasses. Belle looked every inch the Hollywood star. She decided to rent a fancy car after all to make the final trek into her hometown. ***************************** Beau LeClaire watched as she climbed out of the car. She was a small, slender little thing but with curves in all the right places. He had remembered her as a young girl climbing into the Magnolia trees and swimming in the local pond. She had worn out a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt one summer and had been nothing to look at. She had had knobby bony knees, skinny stick arms and had been flat as a board. But damn she had filled out, he thought. If she could wear the childhood clothes now, her ass cheeks would be peeking out from underneath her shorts, her long legs clearly tanned and toned and her luscious breasts would be stretching and filling out the t-shirt. Though she was dressed perfectly respectable, her tight jeans and sweater left nothing to the imagination. "Beau, you there?" She asked loudly. He rubbed his hands on the cloth and came out. "Yes, Miss Belle. I surely am. What can I here do for you, ma'am," he answered, adopting a servile attitude. "Beau LeClaire. I've known you all my life. Don't talk to me like I'm some Yankee girl." She said. "Yes, Belle Blossom. We have known each other our whole lives." He used his nickname for her. Belle nodded in agreement. "And I reckon I know you better than any of those fancy Hollywood boys." He took a moment to insolently look her body up and down. "I guess." She said rolling her eyes. "You guess? Who was it that climbed between those pretty thighs one hot July night and popped your cherry?" Belle gasped and a blush spread across her cheeks. "You have gotten mighty crude since last we met." She said startled. "I've learned some new tricks since then, Belle. Want me to teach you?" He moved closer to her. "No, I certainly do not. I need you to fix my car. Nothing more." Beau smirked and threw over his shoulder as he advanced toward her car. "Leave the keys here and I'll drive you home." She threw the car keys at him which he caught deftly. He grinned as he saw the small sporty Mercedes Benz. "No wonder its broke, Belle darlin'. You got yourself some fancy foreign car." "So?" "You need a homemade American car that's sturdy and won't break down at every turn." He scooted past her. She had settled herself between the cashier and tires so there was little room. He moved passed her and placed his hands on her hips pressing his cock into her ass. "And you need a Southern boy to ride at night." He whispered into her ear as he passed her. Belle turned to make a smart comment but he was already gone. **************************** Belle climbed into Beau's Ford truck as he drove her back home. "A good picture is comin' Friday night. You want to go?" Belle laughed. "I'm home for a couple of weeks to see my family and relax. I don't think I need to go to the movies with the local car mechanic." "Since when did you become so high and mighty, Miss Belle." Beau asked. "Since I outgrew this little backwater town and its backwater boys." She said not looking at him. Beau glanced at her sharply and then laughed. "You need to be taken across my knee and spanked." Belle grew warm at the thought and bristled. "Yeah. Sure. Keep your eyes on the road and drive me home Mr. Daisy." "Stuck up little brat," he mumbled. "Sure I'll drive you home. But let's have a little detour first." He veered sharply left and drove them to the secluded watering hole where the willow trees protected the little jewel from the hot Southern sun. He parked and yanked open her door pulling her into his arms. "You're a little hot under the collar, Miss Belle. Time you cooled off." With that he dumped her fully clothed into the water. She came up sputtering. "You ass!" He grinned from ear to ear. "Don't think you're too good or better than anyone else in this town Marybelle Rousseau. You were born in the same general hospital like all of us. You went to the same grade school, junior high and high school like all of us. The only difference is that you left." He fingered a piece of long grass and watched her. "Yes, Beau. I left. I left to make a better life for myself and meet people who weren't born in the same hospital and went to all the same schools. I left to get away from this place where everyone knows everyone and everyone is in everyone else's business." She came out of the water dripping wet. Her jeans looked like they had been painted onto her and clung to her ass and hips like a second skin. Her shirt was plastered to her body and her nipples looked like twin hard pebbles. Beau swallowed tightly and rummaged in his truck to find his leather jacket. "Here." He threw it at her. "Come on. It's late. I'll take you home." She struggled into the jacket and dripping wet climbed into the truck. Beau sighed as he drove her home. It had been a dangerous game to play. At first he had heard that she was coming home because their mothers were friends. But the closer it had gotten to her coming -- he thought he might not even see her. Then he remembered this tiny town -- and knew it was just a matter of time before he saw her. Then she showed up on his doorstep and all of those old memories came flooding back. ******************************** "Belle! Belle!" He tried to whisper so that no one would hear him -- but enough to wake her up. She ducked her head out of the window and stared into the old oak tree where he was perched like a bird. "Beau LeClaire! The rest of the world is sleeping!" "I need to talk to you." Belle pursed her lips in a manner that always made Beau want to kiss them. She was a lovely girl. He had already made up his mind. He would have her and no other. Beau was taller than Belle 6 inches with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was athletic and fit and good with his hands. And his heart belonged to Belle. Soon she was coming out of the window wearing a white sundress with sandals. It was a hot July night and the night creatures were alive with their music. "Come on!" Beau was 2 years older than her and they had always been together since grade school. They wandered down the road and into a corn field. "Belle, my father wants me to go to school and get my degree and then come back and run the auto shop." "How long will you be gone?" She asked. "Four, five years." "I see. And just what am I supposed to do Beau LeClaire while you're off seeing the world." Beau studied her in the moonlight. She was lovely with her blonde hair and brown eyes. She meant the world to him. "You wait." He answered her. "I see." "Belle Blossom, you're 17. Five years isn't the end of the world. You'll wait for me, and when I come back we'll get married and have all the babies we always talked about." Belle stood looking at him and then turned away. "I'm tired. I'm going back." "Belle, no. Please." He caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Stop." She said trying to shake his grip. He turned her to face him. "Belle, I love you. I always have since grade school and I always will. You are the only woman I want." "Obviously not enough." "That's not true." He pulled her to him and kissed her softly. "Just wait. Please. It's not so long." "Please Belle." He pulled her down into the corn field. "I love you." He kissed her mouth and neck and shoulders and she moaned into his ear. "I love you too, Beau." He had made love to her slowly. She had only cried briefly as he spread her slim legs and pressed his hard cock into her tight passage breaking her hymen. The blood had stained her white sun dress. He had gathered her into his arms and rocked her. "Wait for me Belle." He begged her. "Please." ****************************** Beau glanced over at Belle. She was looking through the passenger window. She hadn't waited for him. He had left for college a few weeks later and she had left for Hollywood after that. She had never written, never explained, never tried to contact him, she had just left. To this day, it pained him. And he had never been able to forget her. "Here. You're home." Beau pulled up in front of her house. "Thanks. Can I give you back your jacket later? I'm still wet and everything." "Sure. I'll call you when your car is ready." "Thanks." She said. "Belle?" He asked her as she was getting out of the car. "Yes?" She turned back. He didn't know what to say to her. Everything seemed juvenile. He had so many questions to ask her. Why had she left? Why hadn't she contacted him? And most of all -- why did he still love her? Why did he still ache for her? And did she still love him? But instead he just shook his head. "Nothing." She closed the truck door and he watched her walk to the house. Belle & Kevin Kevin and Belle had been living together for a while now. They had always got along really well, and since the first time they met, they had teased each other, as friends and sexually. Neither took the other seriously, as it was all in fun... or was it? One day, Belle was walking down the hall, and Kevin passed her. She reached behind her and smacked him on the ass. She tried to take off running but Kevin was quicker, turning around he caught her and pushed her up against the wall. When she tried to push herself off of it, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, then used his body weight to hold her there. With Belle's struggling body, pinned between the wall and him, her ass was pushing back against him causing him to grow hard. Soon his thick cock was rubbing into the crevice of her ass. Her gasps of shock turned to a low moan. She was no longer struggling in his grasp, her hips were moving deliberately, grinding her ass against his throbbing cock. "Belle, you need to stop," Kevin, panted into her ear. Belle took a deep breath, and tried to stop but her body betrayed her. She was over excited by the strength and ferocity of Kevin's innocent attack of her. His pinning her against the wall, keeping her helpless with her hands above her head had made her so hot she couldn't think straight. All she wanted was for him to take her. Deliberately, Belle started a slow grinding of her ass back into Kevin's crotch. His hard dick sliding between the globes of her ass took her breath away. Kevin's response was to push her harder against the wall to try and stop her from being able to move, but it only heightened her feeling of vulnerability. A deep growl escaped his tortured body. Firmly grasping both of her wrists in one hand, he gently slides his other down her right arm, caressing her shoulder, he moves her hair to the side exposing her neck. His hand continues down to her waist and slips up under her shirt, moving between her and the wall. When his strong hand cups her small breasts she cries out and her back arches, slamming her ass against him. She turns her head so that her cheek is resting against the wall. Kevin gently grabs her earlobe between his teeth and bites down, then sucks it into his mouth. Belle moans, loudly, "Oh my God. Kevin, no. Please? We shouldn't... " "Too late, Belle. I don't think either of us could stop now. Do you?" Kevin responds, while kissing his way down her neck. He alternately bites, sucks and licks her neck, remembering her once telling him how she could cum just from a man massaging her there, wondering if he could make her cum without actually touching her pussy. Belle's sharp intake of breath and moans told him that it was working. Her body was shaking, her hips grinding against his. "Nnnnhhh... ghh... ahhh... Kev... in... please?!?... Oh my god!... " Belle couldn't believe what was happening. She never meant for this things to go this far with Kevin. But the ferocity and unexpectedness of his attack had shocked her. Her body's response had numbed her mind. She had instantly become wet when she was pinned against the wall. She had soaked her jeans when he pinned her arms above her head making her helpless to move or fight back. Combined with the feeling of his cock growing hard against her ass, she was in a mindless state of needing to be fucked and fucked hard. She couldn't stop herself. Kevin was right, even if he were to agree and to let her go and walk away now, she didn't think either of them could. Just then Kevin whispered into her ear... "I want you to cum now, Belle. Cum for me," then he bit her neck and savagely pinched the nipple of the breast that was in his hand, and she did! Her mind exploded along with her body. She started shaking uncontrollably, her body went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. Belle cried out, screaming in ecstasy, her legs trembling as her juices soaked her jeans. She was thankful that she was held against the wall by Kevin, because if she hadn't been she would have fallen to the floor from the force of her orgasm. Kevin smiled and chuckled softly to himself. When she quieted down and her body was only just starting to calm itself he turned her around, still keeping her arms pinned above her, so that she was facing him. "That was just the beginning... Now it's my turn."