29 comments/ 70623 views/ 109 favorites Rose and the Beast By: SimoneLisbon All characters are over the age of consent, 18+ * The wind picked up blowing bits of leaves, dirt, and debris into their faces without mercy. The wind slipped through the holes in their shabby rags of clothing. Donatello looked at his daughter hunched in on herself, as she sat on the bench of the work cart. She hugged her shawl tighter to her body as the first drops of rain fell. Rose's lips pursed against the pieces of the forest. Donatello shook his head as he watched the elements raining against her face. She was suffering and it was all his fault, he thought as he watched the cold and moisture from the sky rip through her and freeze her to her core. "Daddy, please can we stop and build a fire? I'm so cold," she said shivering. Donatello's heart ached at her plea. He needed to push on and find a town or village. Somewhere they could rest for the night. They would freeze in the rain before morning. "Just a little longer, baby," he said, stopping the old workhorse. He removed his cloak and wrapped it around her trembling body. Her skin was ice cold to his touch. "No, Daddy," she said, pushing aside the cloak he'd wrapped around her. "You need it more than I do." Donatello smiled at her gesture and continued to wrap her in the cloth. He hated himself in that moment. The fact that he couldn't provide her the most basic things in the world made his chest ache. Shelter, food, security, but he tried to provide for her. He grabbed the reigns of the horse and trudged along the unsteady forest ground of roots, dead branches, leaves, and dirt. He fought the wind in his face as it ripped through his thin and tattered shirt and breeches. As they made their way through the forest at a slow pace, the rain began to pour from the sky in earnest. The trees were too bare to provide coverage from the downpour. Donatello spotted a soft glowing light ahead of them through a break in the trees. He urged the horse forward with all his might, which wasn't much considering he was three days hungry. They reached the break in the trees that revealed an expansive castle, decrepit with age and weather, but a shelter nonetheless. "Stay here baby. I'll be right back," Donatello whispered as he secured the black and gray horse to a tree. "Yes, Daddy," Rose obeyed as her teeth chattered. She sank down next to the tree and used the overhang of the work cart, which provided little relief from the weather. He approached the castle tentatively. He prepared himself mentally to beg and plead for entrance. He pushed through the iron gate which was rusted and barely standing. Donatello stumbled up the stone steps to the large wooden doors and banged against the doors until his hand was numb. There was no answer but even from his small ministrations, the heavy door cracked just a bit, although it was massive thick wood panels. He pushed against the door until it opened fully and called out, "Hello." His voice echoed off the stone walls. "Hello is anyone home?" He waited for an answer, but the only one he received was his echoing voice. He could see a fire in the hearth and that set him on his path. He would just explain to whomever that the door was open and that his daughter needed to warm by the fire for just a bit. There was no one to explain anything to, even after he'd recovered his daughter from the cart and helped her inside. Rose shivered as she sat on the fur rug and placed her hands out in front of her until they warmed. She rubbed her warmed hands over her bare skin below her skirt and along her arms. Donatello sat at her side with his arm around her shoulders lending what little warmth was left in his own body to her. He looked around as the wind beat against the walls and windows threatening to shatter glass and pull boards loose. When Rose had warmed herself enough she stretched out on the rug and closed her eyes falling asleep within moments. Donatello stood and searched the castle for an owner but after forty minutes of not finding anyone he gave up and returned to his daughter. There was a tray of food set up near where she slept and after three days without food, Donatello was starving. He tried, unsuccessfully, not to devour all the food and began sipping at the thick meaty broth chased by warm broken off pieces of bread. He washed down the food with the mead and felt guilty as he finished off the last of the filling meal. With his belly full, he stretched out next to his daughter. He cradled her now warm body against his and hoped for another meal to magically appear for her as he drifted off into a full belly slumber. ~~~~~ Rose woke to her father's soft snoring in her ears. She stretched into his frail arms wrapped around her as the aroma of delicious food nearby filled her nostrils. She immediately tried to wake her father to show him the food. He whispered in his slumber that he had eaten already. The more she tried to wake him the more he mumbled that he wasn't hungry and that she should eat as much as she could. Satisfied by his answer but knowing her father usually gave his food over to her to eat, she picked at the meal like a bird. She left more than two-thirds of the food available should he wake up. Once she finished eating she got up to explore the castle. She searched for the kind owner who had provided them a place to stay, food, and fire. Like her father she found no one in her search of the downstairs area. She was curious where the food had come from and began a prayer of thank you to Heaven as she explored the huge castle. Although the place was worn and old, it was spotless as if there were hundreds of servants in attendance. Rose gave up on finding someone to thank and went to attend to the horse and check what damage the storm may have caused to their cart. The cart was gone from the tree where her father had tied it and after an hour of searching the grounds, she found both their horse and cart safely secured in a barn not far from the castle. She rushed back to the castle to tell her father of their good fortune and to ask about the kindness of the Lord who would own such a manor, but she did not find her father where she'd left him. ~~~~~ Donatello woke to find more food available. Porridge, juice, bread, and fruit on a tray like the night before. He left it alone in fear that Rose had not yet eaten and went looking for her and the owner of the castle. He explored the grounds slightly and found a beautiful garden of various colored roses. He was compelled to pick them for his own Rose. He missed the large wooden sign with burned-in letters that warned to keep out of the garden. He picked a red, a yellow, and a pink rose from the beds and returned to the castle to place them on the food tray. As he turned a corner in the stone hallway that would lead him back to the fireplace room where they had slumbered, he ran into a wall of flesh and fur. A creature, for surely it was not a man, towered a good head above him in height. The creature's arms and legs were thicker than branches and trunks of trees. Donatello's eyes followed the path of leg muscles up to the expanse of stomach and chest to land on the creature's face, elongated and covered in dark fur. Donatello could not contain the scream that built in his throat. He cried out as the monster roared at him. "I give you fire, food, a place to sleep! How do you repay me? You steal from my garden! Did you not see the sign warning against touching my roses?" his voice was deep dark evil and it rumbled up from his massive fur-covered chest and out his snarling mouth in a loud growl. "Forgive me, forgive me please, Sir. Take mercy on me. I only wanted to give the pretty flowers to my daughter. Her name is Rose, she would appreciate them so much," Donatello rushed his words past his trembling lips as he cowered against the floor. With shaky hands he held out the flowers he'd picked from the garden to the creature. "I'm sorry for my ignorance. I can't read and did not see any such sign against it." Rose, heard the commotion and ran toward the voices. She stopped as the massive monster that stood over her father overwhelmed her. It was just a breath that she let her fear pause her forward motion before she charged and hurled herself at the creature. "Get away from him! Leave him alone! You animal!" The Beast barely felt her fists against his back. As Rose attacked him he turned to swat her away like the nuisance he felt she was and froze. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his entire existence. She had long shiny black hair the fell in a loose plait down her back. Her skin was creamy ivory colored but her face and neck flushed bright pink with her anger. Her lips were perfect plush petals, the color of the scarlet red rose in her father's hand. The Beast could see a full and voluptuous bosom below her thin bodice and shift that led to a small waist and bloomed again into thick hips and thighs on down to muscled calves and small ankles with dainty boot covered feet. Donatello recovered enough to crawl along the floor and pulled himself upright. He grabbed his daughter to stop her ineffectual beating of the creature. The Beast crouched down to scoop up the discarded flowers and offered them to Rose without thought, as if it were the most natural action he could do. He attempted a smile but his fangs made his mouth crooked and it appeared as a grimace to Donatello and Rose. Rose flinched into her father's arms. The Beast dropped the flowers and remembered his appearance even more. Embarrassed but no longer angry he tried to calm his frightened visitors. "You will leave now!" he grumbled at Rose. He wanted her away from him. He didn't like the way her terror filled eyes looked at him. "Come, father, I found our cart and Old Henry out back. We should be on our way," Rose said. She raised her chin and glared at the Beast as she backed away taking her father with her. She wondered how such kindness as food and shelter could come from such a hideous creature. Pity filled her eyes as she shook her head. Looking past Rose to her father the Beast said, "Wait! You cannot leave. You will be my prisoner until your debt to me is paid." "Of course, anything," Donatello said, confused. He feared for his life, so he agreed quickly wanting to get his Rose away from the monster. "No, he won't. What debt does my father owe you?" Rose said, her voice rising in anger at the same time as her father's agreement. "He stole these from my garden, for you," the Beast roared flinging the flowers at her feet. "So take his precious bounty for he will repay it with his life!" The Beast snarled the words at her. "That's insane. He will not pay with his life for some stupid flowers. I won't let you do this to us!" Rose stared down the Beast and stood her ground as if she were nearly as tall as the creature. Her father tried to pull her away and raised his hand over her face to shut her mouth. "Then you can pay his debt and you'll stay here until I feel it is paid." The Beast said. "No please, you don't know what you ask. She doesn't mean it. I'll stay here. I'll pay the debt but please let my daughter go," Donatello pleaded. "Father no! This is not fair, you did nothing wrong." Rose had tears in her eyes and her stubbornness was written all over her face. "Fine, but decide now. One of you goes while the other stays. I really don't care which," The Beast said, but he did not mean it. He desired the female, especially once he'd learned her name was Rose. He was lonely and wanted the company above all else. He turned and stepped back, giving them a bit of space. His mind spun as he thought of his gypsy curse. That damn gypsy, he thought. She was one of many women he'd been with, back when he was still described as a handsome man. He'd met the gypsy in the village. She was helping her wizen mother with tarot cards and psychic readings. Although older, he hadn't cared a bit as he pursued her. He brought her flowers, spoke of her beauty, and convinced her to join him in the woods for a picnic. It wasn't that he was a brute without feelings for the many women who spread their legs for him. He believed each and every word as he said them. He spoke of love and a lifetime of pleasure. He confused lust with love in his youth before he took them. When it was over he was unfulfilled and he just didn't realize how cruel it seemed to the maidens who gave themselves to him, then again he didn't care either. He'd gotten what he wanted although he didn't consider himself a liar, just confused and young. The gypsy was no maiden, but for all her resistance she could have been. He'd pursued her for weeks and finally she'd given into him. He had her against a tree in forest. As he plunged into her silky folds, he thought for sure she was the one, until he came and again the feeling of tainted conquest overwhelmed him. For all the work she'd been easy too. He could barely meet her eyes. She'd been violently angry and she cursed him to be as ugly as he'd made her feel. He turned into a creature before her vicious eyes. His beautiful skin turned into dark coarse fur. His eyes changed to that of an animal, wolf-shaped, green and yellow. His muscles stretched and elongated, his chin and nose grew to a point and snout-like. His hands gnarled into claws. He became a grotesque monster that made anyone who lay eyes on him scream in horror. The worse part, his hunger was that of an animal, flesh and blood. The gypsy laughed hysterically as she told him the key to breaking her curse was to 'deflower a willing rose'. He'd hid himself away in his palace, fired his staff, and isolated himself from everyone he'd ever know. He'd learned as much about magic as he possibly could, but nothing could undo the gypsy's curse. Ten years after his curse he was still afraid to face the world and have them see how ugly he was. He cherished his rose garden; everyday he tried to break the curse. He'd never considered the gypsy might have meant a different interpretation of her words or that to break her curse he would need a beautiful girl named Rose. Nor could he consider to ever win Rose's favor, especially if she saw him as an animal, a monster, a Beast as he stared at the beautiful woman before him. The Beast reached passed Rose and gripped her father by the throat lifting him four feet into the air. "Decide, now, his life or your servitude?" He snarled at the girl. Rose dropped to her knees in front of the animal as tears streamed down her face. "Anything you want. I'll give you anything, just please, don't hurt him," she pleaded as she proffered herself to the creature. Beast dropped her father to the floor. "Go," he said. "No," Donatello gasped his eyes wide in terror. "Kill me. Please. She is my everything. I'll gladly give my life for her." The Beast smirked as he stared at the broken man. "I imagine you would. You'll leave her. She made her choice. You will not go empty handed though. I've loaded your cart with riches to last you a lifetime and beyond. Run, quickly. Leave. Do not make me regret sparing your life." Donatello stared at his frightened daughter then balked at the towering beast. The Beast could kill them both so easily. If it was to be a choice, his life or his daughter's life he'd pick his death. He could tell that was not the true desire of the Beast and no matter what he said, nothing would change the creature's mind. He mouth, "I'm sorry," to his offspring, turned and ran away. If the Beast had given him as much as he'd promised he'd find a way to get her back. Tears filled his eyes as he saw his old workhorse. The grief overwhelmed him as he grabbed the reigns and mounted his cart. Soon, he'd return to this place, with an army if need be. He'd live to fight another day. When he was stronger, when he had help. For now, he left his poor little girl to the mercy of the Beast. ~~~~~ Rose spent much of her first day as the Beast's captive depressed, barely leaving her bedchamber. Beast had shown her to a beautiful room. A large canopy bed as the centerpiece, with plush fur rugs throughout adorned the space. The closet was full of expensive dresses that fit her perfectly but did nothing to lift her spirits. Rose had seen paintings of a handsome man in a wing near the library, as the Beast gave her a small tour of the castle. She had been afraid to bring them up to the Beast who she barely saw throughout the rest of the day. She desperately missed her father. Her brief tour had included almost every inch of the castle save the Beast's bedchamber. The Beast left his chambers only to prepare food for her. As night fell, she was sleeping soundly when the Beast brought her dinner. The Beast managed a small margin of dexterity with her dinner tray, years of having claws rather than hands. "You should eat," he said as he set her tray on the edge of the dresser of her room. Rose raised her puffy wet eyes and looked at the Beast, "Please, Sir. This cannot work, this cannot be. My father needs me. Please let me go?" she begged. The Beast hung his head. "Is this so horrible? My home is rich. I've left you on your own. You may come and go as you please. Is this not enough? Can you not stay, of your own free will?" his voice was deep, rumbly, and pleading. Rose crawled to the edge of the bed, to the Beast. "No," she said shaking her head. Her fingers twisted in the Beast's fur covered chest. "My will is always to be with my father. This cannot be. Please, you must see how unfair this is. Those stupid flowers lay dying now as our separation surely kills me. Please, you must understand. You must see the injustice of your actions." The Beast roared in angry frustration. "You will stay here. You will be mine. You cannot leave. If you cannot find a way, I will force you. Have no doubts, you are mine, and will be in every way." Rose fell back against the bed as if slapped by his words. "You are insane. Insane!" she cried covering her face with her arm. The Beast grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Rose tried to squirm out of his reach but he was too strong. He flipped her over onto her stomach and held her in place with one paw. "Please, no, please...NO!" she screamed as the Beast unfastened his breeches and shoved her skirt above her waist. "No!" she cried again, her voice muffled by the bedding below her. The Beast ripped into her body, tearing her hymen to the symphony of her screams. He brutally thrusted into her, shoving, plunging his member in and out of her. The scent of her innocence blood, filled his nostrils and he was that much more violent, more animal, a Beast in every way. His claws dug into her flesh and scraped across her skin leaving marks in their wake. It had been so long since he has felt the flesh of a woman around his cock. The more she fought, the more he punished her. It didn't matter that his human qualities were lost as he thrust in and out of her, gripping her hips tightly, enjoying the pleasure that built inside him. He ignored her cries. He didn't care that the curse wouldn't be broken this way. She was as unwilling as every woman he'd ever enjoyed before had been willing. It didn't matter, years of frustration and anger coursed through his body and he pumped into her, emptying his pain through every stab of his cock into her ravaged pussy. He ignored her thrashing until she lay still and silent beneath him. He forgot his curse, and the key to its undoing as he finished raping Rose. He sat breathless and sated by his deed. When the Beast finished and recovered he dragged Rose to his dungeon. Her body was broken and bleeding as he chained her to the wall. He placed iron cuffs round her wrists and ankles, spreading her body into an 'X'. She whimpered softly, but didn't fight him. Rose and the Beast As the Beast looked upon her trashed body he felt remorse for his actions. Not enough to stop him from leaving her chained up, but enough that he regretted the way she would surely see him now, and forever, a Beast. ~~~~~ The chamber was so dark to Rose. Her wrists and ankles ached. Her body felt bruised and broken. She cried, missing her father all the more. What had she done to deserve such punishment? Time passed and she may have slept, she wasn't sure. There was no light in the dungeon and no way for her to count the passage of time. Her entire body pulsed with pain and she whimpered often. The chamber door opened and a soft candlelight followed by the Beast entered the room. Rose cringed against the wall as if she could get away. The movement made her body ache and brought back the earlier abuse. She stopped moving and tried to breath as shallow as her racing heart beat would allow. "You could have lived in luxury. Pain free. All you had to do was submit to me." The Beast spoke staring down at her. As much as it hurt her she raised just her eyes, the rest of her body was too tired for more. "Never," she spat out. "Stupid girl. I came to offer you comfort, healing, food. Suffer. Suffer all night for all I care." The Beast set the candle and tray of food on a table in the center of the room and left Rose alone. Rose stared at the candle, watching its steady burn until it extinguished some time later. Her tears were useless so she stopped herself from crying. Her pain diminished slightly as she thought herself so much weaker than the Beast. There was nothing she could do. He could crush her easily and cause her more pain if she continued to fight him. She hated being chained. She hated being used for sex. The idea that she would die in the filthy dungeon because the Beast wouldn't feed her terrified her. He had every power over her as frustrating as those thoughts were, she couldn't deny the truth her grim reality. She had to get some semblance of control. She could pretend. If it would get her out of the dank dungeon, she could do it as much as she hated the Beast. She let her tear soaked face dry and she was determined. If nothing else, she'd gain the freedom her earlier actions, although she didn't know exactly what she'd done to make him so angry with her, had lost her. Then she'd escape. Her plan focused her and she breathed through the spikes of pain all over her flesh and body. ~~~~~ Rose didn't remember opening her eyes. She didn't know when the Beast had returned. He was in front of her and a fresh candle burned chasing away the shadows in the dark chamber. Her face felt swollen and her tongue was thick in her mouth. "Drink," the Beast said holding a cup to her parched lips. She sipped the cool water gratefully until the cup was empty. "Thank you," she whispered as she licked her dry lips. He dipped a piece of bread in gravy and feed it to her. She ate it greedily, piece after piece and drank the second cup of water her offered her. When he finished feeding her she hung her head in shame. Her bladder was full. "Please, Sir. I need to..." her voice trailed off and her face flushed bright red. Silently he released her cuffs and pointed to the corner. She quickly made her way to the bucket there and squatted over it, relieving herself. When she turned back to the Beast she realized he'd watched her. She wanted to yell at him, but she held her tongue. If being nice got her out of the chains then being nicer was the plan. She'd give anything to be put back into the room where she'd spent her first day. "I'm finished, Sir," she said weakly. She barely knew where her courage came from but she decided to ask for something he didn't appear to have provided. "May I bathe, Sir?" He shook his head no in response and stared at her. She walked with her head down until she stood in front of the Beast. A squeak left her mouth as the Beast grabbed her about the waist and lifted her onto the table in the center. Her hands fell to her sides as she felt the cool wood beneath her sore bottom. He pushed on her torso until she lay supine on the tabletop with her legs hanging over the side. Her pulse raced as he traced his clawed fingers over her arms, head, down her chest before settling over her mons. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable pain, but it didn't come. Finally, the threat was too great and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her hip. She knew there was a deep claw mark there that had only recently stopped seeping her blood. "I'm going to heal you now. If you move, I'll chain you up and leave you to suffer for another day and night." "Yes-yes, Sir." She stammered. The pads of his clawed fingers traced the deep gouge on her hip, stroking the bruised flesh. Rose winced as he stroked her pain. She held her breath and waited for him to do what he was going to do. He brought his nose to the spot he'd been touching and before she could think to ask how, he'd healed her. His long tongue continually swept the area. His tongue was wet and warm and the path it left made her skin tingle. He did it again and again and soon the pain lessened and then was gone altogether. Rose blinked and took a breath before she looked at her hip. The skin albeit a little red was complete. She stared where she knew the skin had be pierced and couldn't believe that it was better. So much better. She smiled and rested her head against the table as he repeated the healing on her other hip. She shivered as he finished licking her thighs. His tongue raced over her stomach and breasts healing as it came in contact with each of the marks on her body. He finished her front and directed her to roll onto her stomach. She did so without complaint and the healing continued over her backside. As he finished between her legs she found herself moaning and panting on her hands and knees before she remembered she wasn't supposed to move. "Do you find this pleasurable?" the Beast asked. "Yes," Rose answered and flushed. She was almost disappointed he'd stopped. "You're all healed. There's no reason for me to continue," the Beast said. "Unless you want me to continue." "Maybe, maybe just to make sure." Rose swallowed hard unable to believe her response. He took another tentative swipe at her labia and Rose's body pulsed and tingled. What sounded like a chuckle escaped the Beast's jaws. Rose stared straight ahead and tried not to let the stimulation excite her body as much as it did. It was no use. Soon his tongue dipped in and out of her very wet cunt and she was too close to orgasm to care. His tongue plunged into her and she felt her body release the beautiful tension that was building deep inside her body. She sank down to the table, her limbs like liquid, unable to support herself. The Beast didn't let her rest and before she could really enjoy the release he'd lifted her off the table and placed her on the floor on all fours. She was too scared to do anything other than stay the way he positioned her. As she looked back over her shoulder she saw him pushing down his breeches. His cock was thick and bounced up slapping his stomach. He crawled behind her. She turned her head to face away from him. She held her breath and stared at the gray bricks across from her. He plunged into her sopping pussy. She felt her body tear anew, as if his healing licks had completely healed her and maybe they had. Her body tensed with the pain as he pushed into her, going deeper with each stroke. He panted over her as one of his clawed hands scraped across her breast bringing fresh pain with it. "Please, Sir," she cried out as he sank into her body. "Gentle, please." Her body trembled around him as he filled her body up. Tears sprang out her eyes that she might go through the same pain as the day before. What was the point in healing her in the first place if he only meant to destroy her again? He paused halfway inside her body and slowed his assault. "T-thank you," she whispered. The slower approach allowed her to feel something more than the pain. She adjusted and other than the slight tearing she could feel more. More of the arousal that had been there before he started. She let herself relax bit by bit and it wasn't nearly as bad. He pushed into her ever so slowly and her body took his cock, every inch. She concentrated on her breathing and felt relief and some pleasure as he pulled back. Each time he pushed back in she felt her body stimulated, wanting more. The slow gentle rocking of their bodies felt amazing. Even the pain sent her body into a heightened sense of total pleasure. Soon she was moaning and she forgot that she didn't want to be taken as she gripped him with her cunt, afraid to release him for the lacking feeling that overwhelmed her when he left her empty. Rose panted and ground herself back on him. The rhythm increased slightly as he grunted with his mouth next to her ear. "Are you willing?" he asked between pants. She wasn't sure what she was, she just knew she didn't want it to stop. She needed him inside her to finish her. Tears flooded down her face and she was so afraid to answer. Her body may have been willing but her mind was clear that as good as he felt, as much as she ached, she did not want to be used and abused so thoroughly by such a beast. "No," she squeaked out breathlessly. His head crushed her shoulder as he leaned his full weight into her. He'd filled her body and held himself deep inside her channel. It was almost as if his cock pulsed inside her sensitive flesh, his heartbeat thumped against her back a moment longer and then he pulled out. Rose fell to the floor from the suddenness of his actions. He towered over her on all fours as she turned over and faced the Beast. He licked her tears away and then down her neck to a taut nipple. He nipped at it, letting the flat of his tongue crinkle the skin there. Her eyes closed as she waited for the biting pain that never came. There was just the soft sensual assault on her breasts. He paid both breasts maximum attention which confused her body more and she stretched, arching her back into his dangerous mouth until she felt her loins ignite in flames of need. The Beast stopped suckling her tender breasts and instead lapped at them until they didn't feel nearly as sore from his mouth, only swollen with need. Rose gasped and stared down at the Beast as he moved down from her breasts to her apex. His tongue flicked out and swiped across her clit. She held a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming. When her head felt as if it would pop off, she ran her other hand into his head fur. "Don't please. Don't heal me there, Sir," she whispered. If she let him heal her hymen again, it would tear anew every time he had sex with her. That was the most painful part of the night. She thought that maybe if it healed on its own she'd be able to enjoy it eventually. "I'd be more willing if I heal there on my own. It won't hurt as much as tonight." she smiled at the Beast as he gazed up her body at her. He seemed to consider her words for a moment and then he backed away, sitting on his heels. "Of course," he mumbled to himself. "You aren't willing to be deflowered and are willing if already deflowered." "What?" Rose asked sitting up on her elbows. She winced as she closed her sore legs and crab crawled away from the Beast. "My curse. I need to deflower a willing Rose. You are my only hope. Yet, you've stated you would not be willing to be deflowered. It is too painful for you. I must heal the wound or it will not be a deflowering at all. Even now, my saliva slowly heals you there." Rose could feel his saliva working, her pussy tingled and she was less sore than a moment before. "I can try," Rose whispered. If she could give the Beast what he wanted maybe he would let her live in comfort or better yet maybe he would let her leave. "I will try. Tomorrow night. I'll try. I...I need you to be gentle. Like you did tonight. If I know it won't be as painful, I can try." "Why would you help me?" he asked. "It helps me to help you," Rose said simply. The Beast sighed heavily. "Fine. Tonight after you've had today to rest I will have you again. You must give yourself to me. Be willing. If you are truly willing, my curse will break and I'll set you free. If not, I'll heal you again and try the next night. When my curse breaks, you'll be free. Agreed?" "Yes, Sir. Anything. I promise I will try. Thank you, Sir. Thank you." The Beast stood up and lifted Rose in his arms. She trembled involuntarily but tried to cover her fear with a smile. "I will try." The Beast carried her to the room he'd given her the first day and lay her on the bed. After he left, Rose bathed and then changed into one of the many shifts she found that fit her. She didn't understand the magic that seemed to be around her. The way the Beast's tongue had healed her injuries. The kitchen had appeared bare when he showed her around, but the Beast had brought her food. Her hearth was blazing with a warm fire where there had been no fire making materials. When she tried the door handle she found it locked. It seemed if she wished anything other than her freedom it was provided to her. Only freedom was the only thing she truly desired. She sat in frustration in front of the fire as she ate the food provided by the Beast while she'd bathed. Her body still tingled slightly from all the sexual stimulation and yet her mind recoiled at the thought of lying with the Beast again. It would be so much easier for her had he not raped her so brutally that first time. He'd been as cruel as he'd been kind and now she couldn't trust him no matter what he did. It didn't matter that he promised to take her gently. He stomach tied in knots at the idea. It was knowing that it would be painful, no matter what he did, even if he prepared her body to take him, that scared her most of all. If her mind wasn't willing to do it, no matter her body's responses to him, she'd never be willing. His curse would never break and she'd never gain her freedom. Rose wrapped her arms around her knees and cried as she thought about everything. ~~~~~ The Beast entered her room just as the sunset with a tray of food. Rose picked at the meal and thanked him, although food was the last thing on her mind. She ate as slowly as she possibly could but soon everything on the tray was gone and she'd barely tasted a single bite. The Beast watched Rose, with a hungry look in his eyes as she ate. Rose stood up and placed the tray on the dresser beside her bed. The Beast followed her scenting the air as he walked behind her. "You reek of fear. Are you unwilling to do what you promised?" he growled. Rose felt her mind spike with anger as she turned to face the Beast. "I'm sorry. I've given this a lot of thought. I've tried to convince myself that I am. I just can't. I can't no matter what you do, I don't want to have sex with you, Sir." She stared at the Beast's stomach afraid to meet his eyes. "You promised to try. This isn't trying," the Beast roared. Rose flinched away from his anger. "I tried. I can't forget what you did to me already. It won't go away. It's there, no matter what you do now. It doesn't matter that you healed me. I'm afraid. I don't want to feel the pain, no matter how slight you make it." Rose cried, pleading with the Beast to understand. "Then sating my urges will have to be enough. It's better than nothing at all," the Beast turned and grabbed Rose pulling her body flush with his. "Please, don't do this. I'll try again. Tomorrow night. Please, not like this. Not so rough and cruel. Please, Sir." Rose trembled under his claws. "Disrobe," he barked. Rose blinked up at him, her anger rising. She hated him more than ever as she slid the shift off her arms and down her body. The Beast turned her so she faced away and then pushed her to the ground. Rose cried as she waited for him to remove his pants and then she felt him behind her. His rough fingers cupped her mound and then the heel of his paw applied a steady pressure to her clit as he licked her spine. The touches stimulated her and her body responded in kind. "Please, Sir. No," she pleaded as her lower lips swelled from the attention. He pressed his flesh between her butt cheeks and stroked up and down for a moment before replacing his hand with his cock. She could feel the heat of it as it thrust between her now swollen lips and glanced across her throbbing clit. It was too much for her body and soon her arousal scented the air around them. "Are you willing now?" the Beast grunted as he slid between her silky folds over and over again. "No," Rose moaned as she gripped at his cock with her swollen pussy lips. "Your body is willing," the Beast roared. "Maybe that's all I need." Rose cringed as he plunged into her for the third time even though it felt like the first. Her hymen tore as he shredded it with his cock and she screamed. Panting the Beast slowed his movements. He was gentle as he rocked in and out of her pussy. "See, it can be pleasure if you just relax," he felt her cunt milking his cock and pushed into her deeper. He used the pad of his finger being careful of the claw as he rubbed her clit. She moaned as he increased the pressure. "Are you willing now?" he grunted as he ground himself deep inside her. "N-no. My body wants this, but my mind. M-my mind hates my body. H-hates it," she panted as the edge of orgasm directed her body until she was moaning and clamping down around his cock. "Please, please..." she begged. "Soon, your body and mind will agree. You'll crave my touch. It will just take time." The Beast said as he fucked poor Rose and filled her body with his seed. She lay like a broken doll on the floor when he finished. He licked her well and then left her there on the floor. Soon, he thought as he returned to his bedchamber. Soon she'll be willing, he only needed to wait a little longer for her total submission. If her body was willing so soon, it wouldn't take long for her mind to come around, even with a girl as stubborn as Rose. ~~~~~ The Beast continued to rape Rose every evening for a fortnight with no change in her willingness. By the end of that time, her body responded less to his stimulation and instead of arousal from his ministrations she shutdown, looking through him when she faced him and her eyes were dead and devoid of all emotion. She rarely spoke when he visited her room, until she did no more than nod her agreement. When asked if she was willing she didn't respond at all. She didn't cry, she didn't refuse, she did nothing at all. He was often reminded of the image of her as a broken doll. She refused to do anything for or against him. The Beast was frustrated and no longer satisfied with having sex with her. She sated nothing in him and his hopes of breaking the curse seemed to die each day as Rose did in her own way. When he entered her room one evening he found her stiff and cold on the bed, barely breathing. He dropped the tray of food he'd brought her and raced to her side. He searched her for wounds, but she had none. He'd healed her the night before. "What is this? What did you take?" He screamed as he cradled her in his arms. Her eyes stared past him, completely empty. It was as if she were dead even though he could hear her faint heartbeat in her chest. He cried as he held her. "I promise, no more. I won't touch you in that way again. I'm sorry, Rose. Please. Please don't die." His gruff voice was as soothing as he could make it as he pleaded. He sat beside her bed all that night until the next. She slept some, but mostly she just stared at the ceiling. After three days with no response from Rose, "I'll let you go," the Beast promised. "Get better and I'll let you go. I'll give you what you need to find your father. Just eat something. Drink something. Please, Rose, please." Rose and the Beast "You promise," Rose's weak voice whispered. The Beast's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Yes, yes. I promise." He tried to smile he felt such relief at hearing her voice. "Okay," Rose croaked out and closed her eyes. "Drink something at least." The Beast held a cup to her lips as he gently lifted her head. She took a small sip as if even that was too much effort. For the next three days and nights the Beast barely left Rose's side. He feed her until she was able to do it herself. She was so much stronger by the third night that he knew, she'd leave soon. Within a day or two. He paced his bedchambers wrought with fear. He didn't understand what had happened, but the idea of living without Rose crushed his soul. Part of it was he'd enjoyed the pleasure of her body, even as unwilling as she'd been. It was so selfish of him not to consider her wants or needs. At first it had been about the curse. As he'd watched her almost die, he realized it had been more. He wanted her to want him, even as ugly as he was. He didn't even give her a chance to know him. He just did what he wanted, abused her. He saw what he'd done to her as worse than his appearance. He could understand why she'd rather than die than willing submit to him. He ached inside. He wished he could start again with her. He'd do everything differently. He would have gained her trust, somehow. He'd have been gentle with her from the start. She might have been willing at some point if he'd treated her with kindness. He couldn't change what he'd done and to live the rest of his life alone as the Beast was a good punishment. He'd let her go as he promised. He wanted her to be happy, if that meant away from him so be it. The sadness of what could have been if he'd only been different in his actions overwhelmed him as Rose got better. ~~~~~ The carriage and horse sat still awaiting instruction in front of the Beast's castle gates. Rose was beautifully dressed in a gown and robes the likes fitting for any queen or princess. "The horse has been told to take you to your father." The Beast said trying to hide the pain in his voice unsuccessfully. "How?" Rose smiled as she climbed into the carriage. "It is magic." The Beast replied simply. Rose rolled her eyes and returned the smile. "Thank you, Beast." "I owe you so much more," he answered. Rose had to agree so she didn't say anything. "I know I have no right to ask you for a thing." He said placing a paw on her covered arm. Rose's spine stiffened as she looked at the defeated Beast. She ducked her eyes as she replied, "Ask." "No," the Beast said firmly releasing her. "I've taken too much from you already. Safe journey. That's all. Have a safe journey." Rose swallowed hard. She closed the door between them and peered through the window at the Beast. For all she'd been through she felt she owed him nothing, but she'd made him a promise. There was a small part of her that felt it would be wrong to leave without saying what she had to say. It was almost cruel of her to offer him a piece of hope that she wasn't sure she'd ever feel. If she hadn't made the promise under duress she'd be able to leave in good conscious. Rose sighed, "I made you a promise. If I can help you end your curse..." her face flamed and she spoke quickly before she lost her nerve. "I'll try. I'll return one day to fulfill that promise if I can." She swallowed hard and ducked her gaze. The Beast's head snapped up at her words. Finally after the silence became too much he said, "No. You're too kind to even offer. I don't deserve your help." Rose felt relief at his statement, but knew in her heart of hearts if she ever did feel willing to give herself to the Beast, no matter how big that 'if' was currently, she'd do it. She'd made him a promise after all. The Beast spoke to the horse and her carriage raced away, leaving the Beast and her nightmare in the dust and past. ~~~~~ Rose found her father easily the second night after she left the Beast's castle. Donatello was drinking himself to death in a tavern three towns away. He'd lost most of the riches the Beast had given him. He thought Rose a ghost as he sobered and refused to let her help him at first. Once he believed she was real, alive and there before him he broke down crying confessing the overwhelming guilt that plagued him since the night he left her at the castle. Rose quickly secured them quarters and nursed her ailing father back to health. It was a slow process and some days he refused to believe she was real. He slipped in and out of consciousness and the healers she bought to see him said there was nothing to be done for him. He was too far gone with illness. Donatello would often say things like, "I had a daughter once. I let a beast take her from me. Surely she died. It wasn't my fault and it was. I was too weak to take care of her. My beautiful Rose," he mumbled as Rose wiped his brow. "The beast wanted her. What could I do? What could I do?" It pained Rose to watch her father dying. She felt so hopeless and helpless she didn't know what to do. She fed her father, bathe him, took care of him in every way possible but nothing helped him. One evening as she watched him struggling to breath she got an idea. It was an insane thought that persisted in her mind as she bundled her weak father under blankets and loaded him into the carriage the Beast had given her. She petted the black stead at the front and spoke softly to it. "Take us to the Beast. Hurry, please understand me." The horse neighed in response and stamped its hoof. It seemed it was nodding its head in agreement. Relief flooded Rose as she climbed into the carriage with her father and the horse sprinted away from the inn. Her father's brow was hot with fever and his breath ragged. Rose prayed that she hadn't thought of this too late to help her father and that the Beast would be willing to help her. Her father was limp at her side under a pile of blankets as they reached the Beast's castle. She opened the gates and raced after the stead as it pranced to the front steps. Rose ran inside and called out for the Beast. There was no fire in the hearth and the castle appeared abandoned. Rose took the stairs two at a time and found the Beast's bedchambers easily. He was a lump on the mattress barely moving or breathing. "No," Rose screamed seeing his prone form. "No, Beast. Please. Please. Wake up, I need you. Please." Rose raced to him. "You are a dream." The Beast whispered as his wolf eyes fluttered open and shut. "No, I'm here. I swear. I'm really here. Please, Beast. I need you. Please. I need your help," Rose cried. "Gabriel. My name is Gabriel, not Beast," he whispered rolling over to his back. "Gabriel, please help me. Please." Rose said as she pressed her tear stained face into his neck. "My father is dying. I need you to heal him. Please Gabriel. Please." Groggy as he was the Beast sat up and stared at Rose holding her by the shoulders as if she would bolt if he released her. "Where is he?" he asked weakly. "In the carriage. Please don't let it be too late." They raced from his chambers down to the carriage. The Beast carried the man easily inside to the fireplace, it was lit and burning bright. He sniffed the man, his illness was noxious, but the Beast tried. He licked Donatello's face and chest. Donatello woke and gasped as Rose tried to sooth him. "No, no. You ruined my life. You took my Rose. No." Donatello moaned fighting back with frail fists. "Please father, let him help. He can heal you." Rose pleaded. Donatello shook his head no and scampered along the floor away from the Beast. Even from the few swipes of the Beast's tongue Donatello had more energy than he'd had since Rose had found him. "Not again. I won't let you take her again. I'd rather die," Donatello moaned. "Please father. Please, he can help you. Don't you see? Don't you feel better already? Please let Gabriel help you. He won't hurt you. He won't hurt me. Please, Daddy." Rose cried. The Beast was stunned by Rose's words. "He'll be better. I did enough, Rose." The Beast said quietly. Rose stared at her father. He did appear better, stronger than even moments before. She hugged the Beast tightly. "Thank you, Gabriel. Thank you," she cried. It warmed Gabriel's heart to hear the genuine gratitude in Rose's voice. "Sleep here. I'll get food and blankets," he said as he straightened from her impulsive embrace. "Thank you," Rose murmured as she crawled to her father and tried to console him. "He's a monster," Donatello yelled after the Beast as he left. "No, he's not," Rose said firmly as she ran her hands over her father's face. He looked so much better tears of happiness ran down her cheeks. The Beast returned with the food and bedding he'd promised. Once Donatello stopped fighting he ate to his heart's content and slumbered deeply. Gabriel had left them alone and Rose left her sleeping father's side. She found the Beast in his room, sitting in front of his hearth. She stared at him from the doorway unable to give voice to all her emotion as she watched him. She approached the Beast tentatively and pressed her hand against the side of his face. Gabriel sighed as he curled his face into her gentle touch. "You owe me nothing, Rose." "I do. You saved my father. You released me. I owe you what I promised." Gabriel's heart raced with hope and then it fell. He couldn't use this situation, no matter how much he wanted to. "No," he said firmly. "He should be better by morning. I know you'll never forgive me for what I did to you. I don't deserve your gratitude or kindness, Rose." "I've thought of you since I left," Rose said sliding into the Beast's lap. "I've dreamed of you." Gabriel tried to push her from his lap but her soft body called to his beast and he held still as she sat on his thighs and stared into his eyes. "You're confused now. I won't hurt you again," he whispered. "I believe you," Rose smiled as her hand stroked his furry cheek. Gabriel leaned into her touch. Her skin didn't smell of fear, anger or hate. His senses were overwhelmed by her arousal, yet he couldn't trust it. "You don't have to do this," He moaned as she scratched behind his ear. It spiked pleasure through his body to his core. "I want to do this. I've missed you, Gabriel," Rose closed her eyes and kissed his mouth, his tongue rolled out and tasted her. "I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to do the right thing. Hearing my name on your lips is undoing me," the Beast murmured as he returned her kiss. "Then be undone," she gasped as his mouth locked over her pulse at her neck. His clawed hands shredded her bodice but left the skin intact and barely marked. Rose smiled demurely at the Beast as she pushed her breast into his waiting maw. The Beast lapped at her swelling bosom until her nipples crinkled and she moaned in pleasure. Rose worked her hand into his breeches and released the smaller beast between his legs as Gabriel suckled her. Her fingers stroked up and down until the thin film of wetness soaked her hand and then using her fingertips she spread it around the bulbous head. She pulled away from him and his chest rumbled with disappointment. She kissed down his fur covered chest and then licked the knob of his cock until his leg shook with excitement. Gabriel worked her skirts and shift down her hips as Rose lapped at his member. One hand curled in her hair as he watched her eyes blazing with desire. The other hand ran along her silky folds and found her dripping with desire. Suddenly her licking was too much and he felt ready to explode as he lifted her mouth off his cockhead. Rose frowned as he turned her around. He wanted to be inside the warmth of her sheath, but instead he distracted his desire by licking the back of her legs until she wiggled in anticipation. "Please, Gabriel. Please. Take me now," she moaned as his tongue slid between her hot folds bumping her clit. "Soon, Rose," he panted as he brought her to the edge of climax with his mouth. His hands filled with her ample cleavage as he lined himself up behind her. Gently he rubbed through her slick folds testing her entrance carefully with each stroke. She begged and pushed back against him. Then with little force he pushed forward and slid gently inside her body. She screamed in pleasure and rocked her hips back taking more of him than he meant to give. "Are you willing, Rose?" The Beast bellowed as he held himself still inside her. "Yes, yes, yes. I want you. I need you. Please. Please." Rose begged as she slid back and forth on his turgid cock. The Beast dug his hands into the floor on either side of her body and he pumped his cock into her. A roar tore out of his throat as he thrust in and out. Her body responded, milking him, gripping him tight. His animal consumed him. His body had never felt such pleasure or bliss. He couldn't stop and she matched his pumping as if she knew what he needed. He thrashed above her as he came, jerking deep inside her. His body racked with pain and his limbs cracked and popped as he exploded and his cock emptied into her hot core. His muscles tightened, stretched and even snapped. It was all pain and pleasure and he fell panting to the side as his cock softened. Rose came with him even as he jerked away from her body. She screamed, overwhelmed from the pleasure and unable to express it in any other way. Her eyes fluttered open and closed for a moment and then her heart raced as the Beast roared and then screamed with the voice of a man. As Gabriel lay beside her she blinked unwilling to believe what her eyes showed her. He was a man. The fur was gone. The teeth, claws, were all replaced by a human mouth and human hands. He was so beautifully human it brought tears to her eyes. Rose smiled dreamily at him and touched his soft skin for the first time. "You're a man, Gabriel," she whispered as she crawled onto his chest. "You broke my curse, Rose," he murmured, still reeling from the pain of the change. He smiled down at Rose as he moved a lock of her sweaty hair off her forehead. "A promise is a promise," Rose yawned. Gabriel laughed as he kissed the spot he'd just cleared from her forehead. They fell asleep beside the fire together, happy. ~~~~~ Rose woke to find herself alone in the former Beast's bedchambers. She quickly dressed and found Gabriel and her father sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "So you agree to this, willingly?" her father asked as Rose's face scrunched in confusion. "Yes," Gabriel replied. He smiled when he spied Rose. "What are you agreeing to?" Rose wondered aloud. She was amazed at the change in her father. He looked healthier than she ever seen him, he could have been a man half his age. "Father you look amazing," Rose said. "I feel amazing. Better than I ever have before," he agreed. "I'm glad I could help," Gabriel said stiffly as he cast his eyes to Rose. "What did you agree to?" "Your father feels it would be fair, and I agree, to a punishment for my crimes against you," Gabriel hung his head in shame as he finished his sentence. "Punished how?" Rose said looking between the two men. "I've agreed to let him torture me," Gabriel said resolved to his fate. "No," Rose shook her head in disbelief. "Yes. It's what I deserve. For what I did to you. It's what I deserve," Gabriel said. "We've had a long discussion. I will beat him bloody for each day that he raped you. It has already been decided. We've agreed to this." Her father said popping a fresh baked piece of buttered bread in his mouth. "Well, I won't let you. You can't be serious. Either of you," Rose spat out crossing her arms in front of chest. "He's told me of his dungeon and all about his magic. I can and will do this, for you. It's already decided, Rose," her father said firmly. "It's not for me. You want to torture the man I love for yourself," she yelled. "I won't let you do this." "You love me?" Gabriel asked his face full of hope. "How could you not know that?" Rose replied climbing into his lap and planting kisses along his face. "I don't deserve your love or forgiveness, yet. I want them, but I don't deserve them. I need to accept your father's punishment if I ever hope to earn them." Gabriel smiled down at Rose. "Please, Daddy. I don't want you to hurt him. There's been enough pain and torture between us. I just want to move forward. I want to forget all the bad ever happened," she turned her tear filled eyes to her father. "I need to do this, so that you can truly forgive him. You should watch. It will help you. When you realize all that he took from you, you'll want revenge. You'll be angry and frustrated. You'll realize that this is what he deserves and you'll stop feeling this way. If I do this now, you'll have a chance later. To see if what you're feeling is real." "It is Daddy, I swear it is. You don't have to do this. If you hurt him, I'll hate you. Please don't do this to him. I love him, I really do!" "He wants this too. It helps you both. Trust me, baby, I mean only the best for you," her father said and stood up. Gabriel set Rose on her feet and walked to the door leading to the dungeon below. Rose stood for a moment too shocked to move. A part of herself believed every word she'd spoken. She did forgive Gabriel. She did love him. Yet, there was another part of her that smiled at the thought of her father torturing him. It was the part that had felt so defenseless all those times the Beast had raped her. Even that part was at war with the part that had seen his kindness. The way he'd cared for her when she became ill. She didn't want to see her father torture the changed Beast, but she did. As much as she'd protested and denied the truth, watching her father beat and rape Gabriel with a phallic shaped object thrilled the smaller, vindictive part of her. The stronger part winced and cringed at the sight. Rose felt helpless to stop it and too fascinated not to watch it. Each night after Gabriel and her father had their sessions; Rose cleaned his wounds with a soapy mixture of Gabriel's saliva and water. His body healed but he was too exhausted for much else. The fourth day after her father started his torture of Gabriel; Rose walked bravely into the room and told her father to stop. He started to protest until Rose held out her hand for the leather strap in his hands. "I'll do it," she whispered to her father. "Leave us alone." Her father handed her the strap and quietly left the room shutting the door behind him. "Rose, please," Gabriel started before she snapped the leather strap against his firm buttocks. He winced. "Rose I'm sorry for what..." he started again, but the strap cut off his words. "Silence," Rose breathed as she struck him again. She hit him over and over to his panting and her heavy breathing along with the crack of her whip. She felt feverish as her eyes blurred with tears and her arms ached from the repetitive motion of hitting him as hard as she could along his butt, legs, and back. When she finished she unchained him and Gabriel fell to the floor on his hands and knees whimpering. She quickly disrobed and pulled his face to her crotch. "Lick me," she said. Gabriel did it without complaint. Using his tongue and fingers he sucked her clit between his teeth and nibbled then he used the flat of his tongue to glide up and down her swollen pussy lips. She lifted her leg to his shoulder to give him better access and he supported her weight easily as he tongue fucked her. She orgasmed quickly and fell into his arms. "Enough of this," she said as she recovered. "But what I did to you," he whispered. Rose and the Beast "I do forgive you. I do love you, Gabriel. I promise, I don't need you to suffer anymore." Rose cried as she buried her face in his sweaty chest. "I promise, I will never hurt you again," he whispered as his body shook from his loud sobs. "I don't deserve you, Rose." He planted wet kisses in her hair and across her forehead. "I love you, Rose." Donatello left the next morning with a stern warning to return if Gabriel didn't do right by his daughter going forward. Rose smiled as she watched her father go, grateful for his help in taming her Beast. * Thank you for reading my naughty take on Beauty & the Beast. I hope you enjoyed it. Please vote, preferably a 5 star or not at all. Even a 4 star hurts, so if you can't vote a 5 star, please don't vote. Thank you in advance. All comments and feedback are welcome, good or bad as they feed my starving Muse...Thanks again for reading, Simone