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 Beauty and the Beast 01 - The Violet Rose

   Copyright(C) 2017 by Lucifia

   --- Description: A very nasty slutty take on Beauty and the Beast!  I
intend no copyright on the original of course.  Having just seen the
movie...I couldn't help but write a sexy version of it ;).  Here goes!

   Codes: anal, incest, corruption, preteen, ahegao, coercion, dirty talk,
gangbang, orgy, anal, beast.

   Long ago, in large city in the south of France, there was a royal
family, presiding over a portion of the countryside from their splendid
castle.  It was the most opulent and lavish establishment in the whole
region, with mazes, and statue gardens, and flower trellises everywhere. 
Orchards full of every fruit of the continent bore fruit of the most
succulent and bountiful variety.  The castle itself was no less divine,
boasting ancient architecture from all across Europe, interwoven with
marble, silver, gold, copper, and gemstones.  Many of the eminent artists,
scholars, and scientists came to study the castle and its bountiful harvest
every year, bringing samples back to their home regions to pursue more. 
But it wasn't the vast orchards, the exquisitely crafted sculptures, or
even the ancient mystical castle that drew the most crowds.

   In the gardens of the castle and across the region's many villages, grew
a peculiar little rose.  For many visitors, it was a charming, but
unassuming characteristic of the region.  Hidden within this unremarkable
little flower, was a potency so great, it shaped the very culture of the
region.  Initially, the villagers had made tea and a little jam from the
flower...finding its taste to be rather intoxicating and pleasant.  They
thought little more of it at the time, but the castle apothecaries knew
better.  It was a magical rose...whose perfumes and essence drew forth the
most animalistic natures of the drinker and sniffer.  For some it meant a
more violent personality.  For others, a more creative one.  However, as
France was the `Land of Romance', there was one overwhelmingly common
personality to be found there...the lustful lover.

   Every last man, woman, and child grew up the region completely suffused
with the popular flower.  Everyone was beautiful: the ladies slim and
busty, the men handsome and muscular, and the children innocent and
impressionable.  Even the animals benefitted from the aromas, and the
region became a famous stud farm for horse, dogs, bulls, and other animals.
Sex, and lust was widespread, and it was the ONLY region of France where
polygamy was not only legal, but highly encouraged.  After all, how was one
to satisfy their carnal desires with only 1 partner?  All around the
region, brothels were as common as coffee shops or market squares (and just
as popular).  There were no age limits, and `rape' almost never occurred,
because all you had to do was ask.

   But alas...such powers could not go long before they were abused.  The
king, drunk on both the violet rose's intoxicating scent and his own power,
decided he must have it purely for himself.  He decreed the rose to be a
national treasure, sending out his troops to collect the roses from the
villages.  Naturally the villages rebelled, and several of them were razed
to the ground before an uneasy peace was formed.  From within the walls of
his barricaded castle, the royal family and only a few chosen aristocracy
enjoyed the bounty of the violet rose.  And over time...it began to take a
toll on the countryside.

   Once healthy herds of highly virile strong livestock withered to gaunt
sickly bulls.  Children, once blushing and eager to fuck became scared and
frightened of cocks.  Women, once buxom, and only too happy to be
gangbanged in the streets became sour and frigid.  Cocks which were always
12+ inches, shrank to 3 inches.  Rape crimes shot through the roof as men,
addicted to the violet rose, could not control themselves, and soon found
themselves on the gallows.  The entire region waned without its violet
rose, while in the castle, the royal family laughed and basked in the
pleasures of the flower.  Other aristocracy and royalty from far and wide
would travel to the castle, hoping to petition the king for a single petal
of the magical flower.  But his royal highness only allowed the most
beautiful and attractive visitors in...and only for his own pleasures.

   His son was no better.  He was a big, handsome, muscular alpha male in
whom the violet rose brought forth both a lustful and violent tendency.  On
the outside he was the most splendid gentleman with the ladies, but once in
the chambers of carnal delight...he would fuck them...plough every hole,
and cum in each one.  Yet he would not let his partner cum.  His
selfishness soon brought disdain upon the royal family, but he blithely
ignored it.

   Karma eventually caught up with the royal family.  During an evening
orgy, when the wind was at its strongest, and rain beat against the windows
like the fists of nature.  A timid, small looking woman called at the door.
She said she was a young waif from the neighbouring kingdom, on a holy
mission to collect a violet petal, soaked in the orgasmic juices of a
virgin girl.  The king would have thrown her out, but for the son, whom in
a moment of uncharacteristic kindness, consented a single petal.

   The waif laid herself down on the floor, spreading her legs wide to
display her virgin pussy, bald, shiny, and under-aged.  The prince licked
his lips as he lined his cock up to her cunt and thrust in.  For a good 20
minutes he fucked her hard, pounding that freshly broken-in fuckhole but he
couldn't make her cum.  Growing tired and bored of her, he came hard,
withdrawing and pulling the soiled petal out from her dripping snatch. 
"There, it has my royal seed on it, and be happy for that!" Immediately,
the waif frowned, "but I was supposed to cum first!" The skies darkened
further, and the waif rose up into the air.  Her breasts filled out, her
legs lengthened, her plain face morphing into a terrifyingly beautiful
visage, of a goddess...  (Lucifia)

   "You have denied the rose to the villages and people in your care...and
you have denied pleasure you seek to hoard for yourself." The goddess
stated coldly, pulling the soiled petal from her cunt and raising it to her
eyes.  In her hand, the petal grew into a single flower, delicate, and
pure. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers at the orgy around her.  "For the
crimes of envy, greed, sloth, and cruelty...I award you death!" The king
rose from his seated position, his mouth open to protest, but no words came
out.  Instead, his long hard cock suddenly shot upright, cum spewing up
into the air.  A stream of unnaturally white hot cum boiled forth as his
body shrivelled and crumbled to dust.  The aristocracy panicked, attempting
to flee, but one by one they all crumbled, their juices flowing to the
deadly goddess, adding to her growing power.

   She then turned to the prince, and his group of trembling servants and
maids, who gamely tried to block the way to the royal son.  "Since you all
stood by to watch pleasure be taken from others, while imbibing it
yourselves...I sentence you to servitude in repayment!" One by one, the
staff started to changing, their bodies morphing into various sex toys,
furniture, and other sensual items.  "So now, you may be used for the
pleasures of others, yet receive none for yourselves!"

   The prince himself remained alone now, naked, facing the wrathful
goddess of desire.  "And for you, young prince.  You would share your
father's fate had you not offered this rose for me." She said, sniffing the
rose appreciatively.  "Yet you still have so much to learn, so much to
repent for.  I sentence you to the same fates are your staff.  You are both
an animal, and a lustful lover...so I shall leave you as such.  And give
you one chance to redeem yourself." She clapped her hands and pressed them
to the prince's chest, a brilliant flash of light engulfing him.  "For
every orgasm you have stolen from others, you must repay!  You must have a
woman scream her lustful lungs out on your tongue...your cock...or your
fingers.  BUT, you'll have to do it without the rose...and without your
handsome good looks!"

   The prince shut his eyes as the light blinded him, a deafening roar
filling the room.  When silence fell, he opened his eyes...All he could see
were the various sex-toys, looking around at each other, perplexed as to
what to do next.  He had not seen himself yet in the mirror...seen the
horrible werewolf-like creature he had become.  Off to one side, One of his
staff, Coxworth, nudged his college, "Lumiere...what am I?" Lumiere took
one look and burst out laughing in a heavy French accent, "I wouldan' want
to be you, monsieur!  But you have always been a pain in ze arse!" Coxworth
waddled to the nearby mirror...  "Fuck me...I'm a butt plug."

   Maurice Reynaud was frustrated.  Oh, not sexually at least.  A powerful
man in his late 30s, he had more satisfaction than most anyone could boost
in the sleepy hamlet that had become the centre of the nascent Puritanism
that seemed destined to infect every corner of Eternal France.

   For centuries the sweet green pastures, rolling hills, prosperous mills
and farms had flourished beneath the banner of the violet rose and the
energies it instilled.  But now, led by Bishop Gaston, love and lust were
cited as impediments to godliness.  And Maurice was constantly under
suspicion for his family's legacy.  The Reynaud Family had been the first,
a family of apothecaries and gardeners, to cultivate the deep violet rose
that had become the region's namesake, pride and joy.  They had risen high,
so very high as noble and commoner alike had flocked its creative and
aphrodisiac potencies.

   But rising high just meant further to fall.  Maurice's grandfather had
protested when the King had decreed the flower be hoarded and denied to the
"unwashed masses." He did the best he could, smuggling it here and there
but then that had become too dangerous.  He saw the region wither and die
like, seemingly the plants themselves had.  Mercifully, his grandfather had
been away when the Wrath of the Waif -- for that was what it was called. 
After all, who would believe that Lucifia, a pagan deity from when France
was more Gaul than France would actually exist -- had descended upon the
area's nobility?  Even more fortuitously, he had been smuggling the last
shipment of the violet roses to their mill on the hill on the outskirts of
the town.  If he'd hidden it at home, he'd likely had his entire family
executed when the roiling puritan movement began.

   Where had once stood a stone and brick apothecary capable of serving
thousands, now was there barely a single-family abode.  Fortunately for
Maurice, it was more than adequate for his needs.  There was him, his
beloved little girl, Belle, and their faithful market horse, Flash.  On the
ground floor was the kitchen and a modest hearth for cooking and dining,
unfortunately next to Flash's stable.  Above were their large bedrooms. 
Below was the remnants of the apothecary that had survived the burning.

   For, in the aftermath of the great calamity which had befallen the
region, the apothecary had been blamed for the tragedy that had seen the
region go from one of the most prosperous to barely above poverty.  Even
now, Bishop Gaston begrudged even the small workspace afforded to Maurice.
But his healing prowess and ability to produce other useful elixirs meant
even the Puritan's "cleansing" hands were stayed.  If they knew half of
what occurred in the old Apothecary, he doubted an elixir of immortality
would save him.

   For Maurice had worked tirelessly to find the old power of the violet
rose.  He'd been urged on by his gorgeous daughter, Belle.  She was born
with a violet birth mark on her inner thigh.  A coiling rose that Maurice
had hidden for years.  It was only when she'd crawled into his bed at a
young age, giggling and wiggling her girlish backside against Maurice's
crotch and seduced her own father that he'd realized she was the key.  She
urged him to find more of the violet rose after he explained the history of
his family.

   And so he had worked in both the old mill, in the basement -- with
several close calls -- to restore the primacy of love, lust and affection
to the region.  But the flowers seemed...  weaker than his grandfather and
father described in their journals.  He'd dropped a few in the town's water
supply and all that had happened was a few marriages had gone through a bit
faster than normal.

   But that wasn't enough, not for him, not for his darling Belle.  Her
burgeoning lust had made sure that while he was frustrated with his
research, his cock was less than frustrated, and it was borderline
exhausted.  Fortunately, Maurice had learned how to coax Flash into... 
helping Belle on evenings when his research, market trips and just the
strain of living under the oppression of the Puritanical movement became
too much.

   Today was a special day however.  Maurice had resolved to purchase
supplies at the market for his journey to the remnants of the castle where
the calamity had begun.  His grandfather's and father's journals all hinted
that was where he could finally restore the violet rose's potency.

   Belle had pouted something fierce when he'd told her what he meant to
do. But it had to be done.  To restore lust, love and desire to the region,
to fulfil his family's destiny, restore its legacy...  and finally find
enough lovers for both Belle and him, he needed to take that perilous
journey.

   So it was with a forced smile that Maurice waived to Bishop Gaston and
his acolytes as they prayed obnoxiously outside the Cathedral a few streets
away from the central market.  Maurice's only solace?  His darling Belle
sitting in front of him in the saddle, her wriggling, plump backside
against his crotch as he inhaled the scent of her brown curls.  "Another
market day," He murmured in her ear as they went down a shortcut alley to
the market square.  "But this one will see us on our greatest journey,
darling."

   From their home near the mill, the path to the market took them through
much of the town.  At just 12, Belle was a popular friend and companion to
many of the townsfolk.  She was bright, beautiful, charming, and most
importantly, she was the purest of pure girls (as far as they all knew!).
Her purity let her fly under Gaston's radar, and her charming personality,
bordering on seductive, allowed her to blend relatively well with the
villagers.  Many praised her for being the model girl for purity and
behaviour, though some thought her to be rather odd.

   No one quite understood why, for example, she always went to the
carpenter and yet came out with no lumber or items.  Surely a girl like
herself wouldn't be into woodworking?  Why did she always go to the library
and take out the same book again and again?  And just why was her horse,
Flash, so attentive and attached to her?  No one bothered to ask, but
still, such a strange girl.

   As Belle and Maurice passed through the streets, they were greeted with
the same pleasant but bland greetings.  "Bonjour, Mademoiselle et Monsieur
Reynaud.  How are you today?" asked the baker, from his high stepped stall.
Belle smiled, turning in Maurice's lap to give him a little curtsey.  The
dress she was wearing slide slightly down her chest, and for the briefest
of moments, the baker had a flash of her buxom chest.  He was so distracted
he didn't hear Maurice grunt and gasp.  "We're doing just fine today Mr. 
Baker!  Do you have that special bread we asked for?" Belle answered,
blithe ignoring her father's attempt to breathe silently.

   The baker blinked several times before readjusting his eyes back to her
beautiful smiling face.  "Eh...er...mais Oui!  Of course!" He stooped to
root around in his stall for a moment, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow.
Belle took the opportunity to grin broadly at her father.  Under her dress,
she gave his cock an extra hard squeeze with her twisted cunt.  "And that's
what you get for sticking it in BEFORE getting to the fountain street!" Her
mischievous smile was quickly masked as the baker popped up again, handing
over a long wrapped parcel.  "Here you are, Belle, triple baked and
hardened.  Though you must have teeth like stone to eat through that!"

   Belle smile as she handed the baker a few coins, tossing the bread into
the wagon behind her.  "Oh don't worry Mr Baker, no matter how hard or long
it is, I'm sure to get my lips around it...even if it's a tight squeeze! 
Bye!" The pair rode off, leaving the baker sweating.  Surely such a young
girl wasn't talking in innuendoes...and goodness those breasts.  The baker
shuffled forward awkwardly, hiding his growing boner.  Being caught in
public with a hard-on was a punishable offence under Gaston's church.  50
gold pieces and 100 lashes.

   As the wagon drew closer to the market square, dirt roads gave way to
cobblestone.  With each bounce of Flash's steps on the cobblestones,
Maurice was jolted further into Belle's tight little cunt.  The first time
they'd gone to the market like this, Maurice couldn't even cum, such was
his fear.  Belle had taken that as a personal challenge and she had gotten
quite proficient at working back against her Daddy where no one could see.
Or they could see but they wouldn't understand.  Or they might understand
but they couldn't take their eyes off Belle's smiling features long enough
to process the fact that Maurice had almost a foot of daddy-cock up his
little girl's holes.  It got troublesome to control Flash when he began to
smell Belle's arousal but the horse seemingly knew when it was okay to act
up.  If he smelled Belle like this at home?  Well, the stables would bang
and shudder until Belle went to "calm him."

   But Maurice and Belle were nearly thrown from the saddle when Flash
reared up to keep from trampling a dark-haired youth, covered in flour. 
"B-beg pardon, Monsieur Reynaud.  I uh...  I baked some an extra sweet roll
by accident and uh...  wanted to give it to Belle," the baker's teenage son
said, eyes flitting back and forth from Maurice to Belle.  It was like he
could barely process Belle's gorgeous curves in her white and blue dress
and thus spoke to Maurice.

   "Awwww, Patrick, that's so sweet of you!" Belle said with a smile as she
leaned over to pick up the sweet roll.  Her smile had him so captured, that
he barely noticed her hand reaching just beyond the roll.  Suddenly, Belle
slipped in her seat, her feet coming off the edge of the wooden foothold.
Heavily she landed in her father's lap with a gasp.  Her hand snatching
down paste the pastry and onto the baker boy's crotch.  Belle's eyes
widened and she covered her mouth with shock!  Yet she made no move to let
go of him, apparently using his `handle' to keep herself from falling off
the wagon.  "Oh gosh!  I'm so sorry, that was terribly clumsy of me!" She
tugged hard on his little prick through his loose trousers several times
before managing to `right' herself, and take the sweet roll from his hands.

   "An extra one, you say?" Maurice said with an arch of his eyebrow but
let Belle reach down and grab the sticky, gooey, sweet roll with a smile
that threatened to melt the boy where he stood.  And, of course, her
bending over in the saddle only forced him further up inside her, making
Maurice bite his teeth, smothering the quip he had formed.  "Normally
Monsieur Bastier is much more...  Astute with his baking," Maurice muttered
but smiled all the same as his darling Belle blew the baker's boy a kiss.
"I daresay that isn't the only sweet that boy is after," laughing at the
look Belle gave him.

   Trotting here and there, he let Belle call out to the shopkeepers and
farmers as he haggled from horseback on prices.  If anyone thought it
strange that the pair never descended from the saddle, they kept it to
themselves.  If anyone asked, Maurice merely said they were in a hurry, he
had a journey he needed to get to.

   And, of course, who had time for questions when Belle was flirting,
conversing, teasing, tempting and joking with seemingly everyone and
everything.  Imagining what she could do under a system more...  liberated
than the Puritans of Gaston had Maurice daydreaming.  "My sweet girl,
you're the delight of the town," He murmured, giving her a chaste kiss on
the cheek.

   As the sun drew to its peak zenith over the town, the wagon finally
reached its destination in the market square.  By Gaston's good grace,
Maurice still was allowed a small stall in the market square.  To start, it
was the dingiest little box of nothing, next to the dugout latrines.  The
only people who came by the stall initially were those busting for a piss.
However, with Maurice's knowledge of herbs, he soon had the place smelling
like a field of flowers, and Belle's charming personality and clear
beautiful voice had them flocking to the stands.  By this time, Gaston
couldn't dislodge them or else risk the derision of the villagers.

   Pulling up the side of the stands, the two of them started setting up
shop.  The little corner of the market was soon wafting with perfumes,
medicines, and other concoctions from Maurice's big book of potions.  It
was a small acre of heaven in the dreary sterile land.  As practiced, they
backed the wagon up to the stall, creating a small enclosed workshop. 
Belle would stand in the front, pitching her sale, while a set of pink
curtains blocked the view to the bubbling laboratory behind her where
Maurice would be.  Quickly she lined the stall's front with as much product
as she could, for it was selling fast.  Every now and then, she would call
out to the back for a special order, or to renew a sold out item.

   On this particular day, the sun was hot overhead, and the customers were
crowding the front.  Loath to turn around and leave her friends waiting,
she backed herself up slightly, with her bottom inside the curtain beyond
sight, but her upper body visible to all waiting in line.  "Daddy!  We're
out of the Lemongrass Soap!  Can you make some more?" After no response,
she called out again, "Daddy?  Helloooo?" Frustrated...she reached down and
slowly pulled up her dress, revealing behind her, her luscious curved ass,
and her long sexy legs.  "That'll get his attention...Daddyyyyy...are you
there??"

   It was tough enough to run a stall that was successful to the point not
even the Reynaud family name could keep people away.  Let alone with Belle
constantly teasing and tormenting Maurice, brushing up against him as she
flounced from the front to the back of the wagon and the stall, teasing
him, telling him which women and daughters she hoped showed up today to
tease him with.  All the while, it served as the best impetus for his
research into the violet rose.

   But today was even harder.  He was having to arrange his supplies and
tools for his journey in the secrecy of the wagon, lest Gaston get wind of
his true intentions.  A shipment of Puritanical books and tomes he did
have, but he was dumping those in the river, NOT taking them on a trading
mission to another region.  It was an excellent cover, so he was installing
a false bottom on the wagon when he heard Belle calling for him.

   Sighing he fetched some lemongrass soap and poked his head up from
beneath the wagon and looked to the front...  and got a face full of
Belle's curvy ass, long legs and naughty holes.  Grunting he came up behind
her and pushed his breech-covered shaft against her sex as he reached
around to hand her the soap...  even as his OTHER hand reached around to
flick his thumb over her clit.

   "Did the baker's boy get my sweet roll all sticky ALREADY?" He husked,
but with the benefit of the curtain hiding the wagon, all the clamouring
shoppers could hear were murmurs and Belle's giggle.  He pressed harder,
working his hips in a circle as he panted...  Flash tossing his black mane
skittishly.

   Belle gasped softly as she handed completed the sale.  Her legs going
week at the knees with Maurice's urgent rubbing around her clit.  That damn
cockshaft pressing up against her.  It was her weakness.  No matter how
bold and teasing she was, the moment he got that big cock out and started
playing with her, she was near putty in his hands.  "Thank you too, Madam.
I hope, it keeps you nice and slippery!" She ducked her head under her arm,
pretending to sneeze, while she really let out a grunt and moan. 
"Daddy...you're going to give me away!  Stop it!" But she pressed back
against him, gyrating her ass on his crotch as she spoke to the next
customer.

   "Oh hello Mr Sam, no more haircuts today?" she asked the barber.  "One
de-lousing shampoo coming right up!" She leaned down, reaching with one
hand for the shampoo, the other stretching under her to grab at Maurice's
hand.  When he didn't let up his clit-flicking, she bolding moved past him,
grabbing his crotch.  "Oh so that's how you want to play?" she murmured. 
"Fine...two can play at that game!" She straightened up and handed the
shampoo over to a perplexed Sam.  "Oh don't worry, I was just thinking
about my Father, and how he used to shampoo my hair." She said innocently.
"I remember how he had to squeeze the bottle so hard to get every last bit
out.  He would get it so frustrated about it that when it finally spurted
out, it would go everywhere!  All over my hair...  my face...my chest...my
legs..." She leaned forward to whisper in Sam's ear.  "Even down there, the
private area!" Sam gulped and stammered an excuse to be leaving, scuttling
away with an awkward limp.

   If there was one thing Maurice adored, it was putting Belle in
situations where even her young lust couldn't win out against her better
judgment to keep their lustful adventures hidden.  Hearing her tell him to
"stop it" was like hearing the clangour of a fireman's bell.  Of course,
she knew that, as she loved to play games with him, pretending to be a
chaste, innocent flower he was taking against her will.

   Here, however, she might actually be telling the truth he thought... 
until he felt her ass gyrating up against his crotch.  He grunted and
leaned down to nibble along her neck.  "Naughty, teasing little girl," He
growled and unlaced his breeches, yanking her hand by her wrist to let her
stroke his shaft, his index finger rubbing the outside of her cunt as his
thumb rolled her clit in a circle, the other hand free to grab materials as
needed.  "Daddy should make you shampoo Sam for all the teasing you and
your friends give him!"

   But Sam was the least of his worries as his massive length came to rest
between the cleft of Belle's ass.  Setting down a bottle of Chamomile oil
next to Belle, he took both of her fat preteen asscheeks and rubbed them
against the sides of his shaft, grunting, giving her a taste of the smooth,
long strokes that by rights should have been in her girlish cunt or tight
asshole.  He was teasing her something terrible, but Turnabout WAS fair
play after all, he thought with a grin as Flash snorted and tossed his head
again.  "Will you miss Daddy when he's on his trip?" He murmured and took
his cock down to rub the head against her slit when she turned around to
grab the Chamomile Oil.

   Belle had just sold the last bit of Dandelion tea, waving goodbye to the
last customer before a lull.  She tried to turn round to face her Daddy,
but his cock was sandwiched firmly in her ass, and she couldn't get away
from his grip.  She smiled sweetly at wandering folk passing by as she
hissed through gritted teeth.  "Oh no Daddy, I won't miss you at all.  I
won't miss falling asleep on your chest...  your huge cock ploughing my
young slutty cunt!" She bucked suddenly back on him.  "I definitely won't
miss `praying' by the bedside, my hands clasped on your balls as you
blessed the back of my throat with your hot cum!"

   Belle looked up as a group of schoolgirls trooped up to her stall, all
of them waving little ticket stubs.  They were from the nearby Sunday
school group, and Belle occasionally taught there, passing on her knowledge
of reading, math, and creativity.  "Oh...and Daddy, I most certainly won't
miss telling you how the young nubile schoolgirls are growing
older...riper..." she wiggled her ass harder against him, suddenly leaning
forward to lean over the stall's edge.

   "Hello girls, how are you all doing?" she said with a beaming smile, as
she fell back just as fast, her asshole stretching out around Maurice's
cock as she impaled herself on him.  The wet squelch of cock sinking into
preteen ass was covered by the giggle of schoolgirls.  "I see you've all
got your chocolate tickets today!" she smiled, as her asshole clenched hard
on Maurice's shaft, milking it slowly.

   For Maurice, It was such a treat to take his shaft in hand and guide it
into either one of Belle's delightful holes.  The way she would grunt and
groan when he pushed into her ass, or gasp and whimper when he stole into
her tight cunt.  But Belle had denied him that treat as she forced herself
with almost unnatural aim right back onto his cock.

   He groaned and would have slapped her ass with his open palm if she
hadn't called out to the schoolgirls assembling outside.  As it was, all he
could do was grip her ass, hard and squeeze the firm globes as he rutted
into her over and over.  Her slutty words and the knowledge that he
couldn't have her for the days and weeks that he would be gone gave frantic
urgency to his thrusts as she milked him.  He bit down between her shoulder
blades, seeking out that sensitive spot beneath her dress as his balls
churned.  He bit again as he came, flooding his little girl's asshole with
his cum as Flash pawed at the ground and whinnied.  "Unnnngh, god...  such
a good little girl..." He moaned, barely loud enough for her to hear.

   But he had to go back and fetch the chocolate for the school girls,
lacing up his breeches as he did.  Belle was not at the front and Maurice
didn't have time to look for her as he poked his head out from behind the
'curtain' smiling warmly at the girls who blushed prettily.  A few of their
mothers gave Maurice appraising looks as he waved to them, unaware of how
exposed he was with his backside and engorged shaft behind the curtain for
his wicked little girl.  "More chocolate, Belle!" He called back as he
found himself a few boxes short for the soon-squabbling, squealing girls.

   "Coming!" she called, but it wasn't from behind him.  From just between
his legs, she popped up, half sitting in the secret compartment.  His still
twitching cockshaft swung softly in front of her as she tapped her finger
against her smiling lips.  Time for some REAL payback.  Reaching up, she
handed him a new box of chocolate, while simultaneously wrapping her
fingers round the base of his cock.  Belle's soft but strong fingers
couldn't fully encircle Maurice's thick cockshaft but he felt the effects
regardless.  He bit down hard on a piece of sample chocolate, nearly
cracking his teeth but smiled nonetheless as he spurted right onto Belle,
his cumshot landing with a wet splat right on the bridge of her nose.  He
grunted and waved to the girls and their mothers as he made a big display
of shuffling various items that were at the front of the stall around to
mask the sound of Belle getting comfortable.

   Shuffling around, she managed to lean back against the inside of the
stall, her body now outside the curtain, but invisible to the children
gathered round.  Any taller adult, would have easily looked over the stall
to see Belle as she leaned in and curled her tongue over his balls.  She
slurped and licked him, playing with his nutsack as she stroked him back to
full thickness.  Her little girlish giggles blended so well with the
schoolgirls, no one would have been able to hear her except for Maurice.

   Her tongue was so skilful, so long, so deliciously nasty...  It seemed
to be able to reach right back to rim him, then be suddenly twisting round
his cockhead as she pulled him into a sloppy blowjob.  The wet smack of her
lips, and the slight gag in her throat was lost among the smacking of
chocolatey lips and licking fingers among the schoolgirls.  As predicted,
the school teacher, old Mr Wallard, or Fat Wad, as the villagers called him
behind his back, was sitting further away from the stall, snoring his head
off as the girls played around him.  "Thank you so much Mr Chocolate man!"
called out on of the girls.

   From about his waist level, Maurice could hear Belle giggle slightly. 
"Mmmmm that girl's name is Tammy...she's nice a fresh isn't she.  I know
she's got a sensitive clit...but no hair.  She'd be perfect for you...if
only you could take her with you on your long trip.  You know...  kept her
tummy full of chocolate...and keep her cunt full of cock...and her mouth
full of your fucking cum..." she growled up at him, loving how Maurice had
to keep a straight face to the public, as his daughter edged and teased him
with a blowjob and the filthiest language in the land...

   She worked him over so expertly, he couldn't even begin to imagine how
the violet rose could corrupt her further.  He twitched and sputtered when
her tongue probed his asshole and then she was giving him the wettest,
sloppiest blowjob imaginable.  He reached back and suddenly yanked on her
chestnut brown, wavy hair to give her mouth a slam.  He flushed red when
Tammy's mother looked at him from across the market.  "Stubbed my toe,
sorry Madam!" He groaned and ducked his head back, as if rooting around for
more supplies.

   "And how does my little girl know that Tammy has a sensitive clit?" He
said almost admonishing her for the danger of finding such things out.  He
pulled his body back behind the curtain and placed his ass right on her
face, jacking his cock swiftly as she tongued his backdoor with her wicked
words.  "Mmmmm...  will my little girl actually be willing to share Daddy's
cum with the little girls or will she keep it all to herself?!" He growled
down at her, the wagon swaying from side to side for a few moments as
Maurice repositioned himself, putting Belle's head back against the secret
compartment and slamming his cock straight down her throat...  mere seconds
from coming as Flash started to snort and tussle his head over and over.

   Belle's eyes flashed dangerously...seductively.  Her normal brown-hued
pupils held the hint of violet in them as she dug her tongue into his
asshole.  "Oh Daddy...Don't be silly.  Tammy came to me one day at school,
asking why her crotch felt itchy.  I obliged her and looked for her." She
laughed at her father's lecherous insinuation.  "Mmmm...If I were a
queen...I'd share the whole school with you.  And I'd watch you fuck each."
She stabbed her tongue into his asshole while punctuating each word with a
hard tug of his cock.  "-each, and every last one of their holes.  Before I
licked all your cum out!"

   Any further words were buried under a barrage of thrusts as Belle's head
was whipped back and forth under her father's urgent cock.  Her cheeks
bulged with his cum as he came, blasting yet another huge load into her
eager waiting mouth.  The sound of her gulping down thick nasty Daddy cum
was almost audible to the girls outside, and she had to stuff his cock
fully down her throat to muffle her delirious screams of joy.  Unable to
contain herself, she jammed her fingers into her cunt, thrusting three at a
time into her aching snatch.  Cum gushed from the sides of her mouth as she
groaned into his jetting ropes of cum, the white gooey nectar spilling down
her face and onto her dress.

   For Maurice, cumming with Belle shoving his length down her throat to
cut off the sound of her gasps and moans was a religious experience to
dwarf anything that Bishop Gaston could ever dare contemplate in his
crowded, stifling churches.  Maurice had to laugh uproariously at a lame
joke from Fat Wad in order to keep from roaring out his lust.

   Mercifully, no one heard or saw as he was able to clean up, lace up and
go back to selling his wares, though at a much, much more subdued pace. 
Belle could drain him so effortlessly, for a moment of delirium, he thought
of calling off his journey for a night and starting out in the morning. 
But that was a fool's errand.  Give Belle that kind of time and she'd have
him back in bed and just as drained as he was now.  More so, given that
he'd only cum in her ass and mouth, not her cunt.  Shaking his head
slightly at his good (or bad) fortune, Maurice managed to shift himself
back to work.

   As Maurice straightened up to deal with a new customer, Belle slide down
into the secret compartment, and checked herself over.  She was completely
soaked with cock-sauce.  Her face, her hair, her bosom, even the top of her
dress.  Shrugging, she peeled off her clothes, storing the soiled garments
in the corner for washing later.  She didn't regret a single moment of
their public fuck.  They were so near the latrines, it would be easy to
just slip into the shower pit and wash up.  No one would see her cumsoaked
body.

   Peeking out quickly in both directions, Belle waited until there were no
prying eyes before hopping out of the wagon at the back, and sliding under
the wall to the showers.  The shower pit was a simple large square pit,
with part of the village's river water diverted to run through it.  Thanks
to Maurice's concoctions, the pit was clean, and the water suitable for
drinking or bathing.  Normally this would be where she would clean off
Flash after a long day's haul, but it could do for human scrubbing in a
pinch.

   Carefully placing a new set of clothing on the ledge, Belle waded into
the cool water, shivering delightfully as the flow lapped up her thighs and
over her belly.  Leaning forward she dunked her head under the running
stream, carefully scrubbing her hair and eyes free of cum.  She was so busy
cleaning herself, that she hardly noticed what was going on around her
until she lifted her head clear of the stream and...

   "Ooff!...Huh?  Oh...Flash!" The black stallion had somehow wandered
around the wagon and nudged its way through the animal door, which had
closed shut behind him.  He stood half in, half out of the water, his head
nudging her exposed butt curiously, while his horsey cock swayed half-erect
near Belle's head.  She had bumped right up against his cockhead when she
had stood up, and the horse's shaft quickly unsheathed itself at her touch.
Sniffing and snuffing at her cunt, his long inhuman tongue came to lap at
her holes before she could stand up.  Tossing his head and snorting, the
powerful beast thrust his hindquarters forward, pushing his bloated,
half-hard length against Belle's tiny hands.

   Despite having just been fucked in her ass and mouth and filled with cum
in both holes, Belle was still ferociously horny, and her eyes flashed the
family violet as she wrapped her little fingers around his length.  "Oh
alright, Flash...I suppose it's unfair for you to be just standing around
while Daddy face-fucks me, isn't it?" she said with a kind smile, as she
jerked off her stable-friend.  The thick meaty rod lengthened quickly, a
good foot and a half of horse-meat, with a musky pink blunt tip.  "And I
suppose...since Daddy had my ass and mouth, you'd like my cunt, wouldn't
you, big boy?" she husked in his ear, as she played with his cockslit.

   Flash whined and dug his rough tongue into Belle's crotch, rubbing all
over her clit and pussy.  Stamping his feet he nudged her towards the edge
of the shallow pit.  His nostrils were full of Belle's cunt juices, and he
wasn't going to settle for a simple blowjob this time (enjoyable as they
were).  Belle almost rolled her eyes, reading his movements correctly. 
"Sigh...can't get off with just my mouth these days can you, boy?" she
pushed him back for a moment, before wading toward the far edge, and half
climbing out of the water.  Kneeling at the edge of the pool, on her hands
and knees, she was at the perfect height for Flash to line himself up with
her body.

   The stallion wasted no time once he recognized `the position'.  He
virtually charged through the water to get to her, rearing up on his hind
legs, he clamped his front hooves down over Belle's shoulders and thrust
his long equine cock forwards.  Twice it glided off Belle's slick tight
ass, before she reached around and grabbed the tip to hold him steady. 
"Now, now!  Calm down, boy!" she scolded him with a smile, "Have some
patience!  It's not like you're doing anything illegal and obscene...like
fuck a preteen incest slut in her cunt!" she growled lovingly at him,
before lining him up for the perfect thrust.

   Belle's scream was drowned out by Flash's neighing cry of delight as a
full six inches of horse cock rammed deep into her pussy.  To anyone
outside, they would simply hear a horse happily being cleaned.  They
wouldn't possibly think that the belle of the town, Belle, was on her
fucking hands and knees, guiding, begging, and urging her stallion to fuck
the shit out of her nasty bestiality loving cunthole...just after being
mouthraped and assfucked too!

   In such situations, even Maurice couldn't contain himself when Belle got
in 'need' or 'heat' from a long day of market teasing.  He would have taken
Belle home, thrown her on the bed and ravaged her so violently that Belle
loved to play the sweet, innocent priestess being raped in those
situations. So how in God's name could one expect an actual animal to
contain himself after being teased by Belle?

   So it was with animalistic lust that Flash thrust and thrust and thrust,
long-dicking inside Belle's cunt as the water churned around them.  The
sweet scent of Maurice's cleansing poultice keeping the water free of
pathogens and making dirt disappear, leaving only a fresh clean scent.  But
it was being obliterated as Flash whined and thrust over and over, his
nostrils flaring as he rutted into Belle on her hands and knees.

   Her beautiful face was contorted in an upturned grin of ecstasy, as inch
after inch, Flash got his entire cock inside her.  A full 18 inches of hard
pussy-breaking cock pounding into her youthful slutty fuckhole, quickly
turned Belle's expression to a silly fuck-me grin and crossed eyes.  At
this point, she could barely control herself, let alone care if anyone
walked in on her being the fuckmeat for a huge stallion.  Her arms gave out
and she fell forward against Flash's front legs.  They propped her up as he
pounded lustfully away at her tight yet sloppy hole.

   Maurice was done selling his wares and smiled, waving as the sun began
to set and the customers leaved off, a few of the housewives scolding him
for a lack of his wares.  He smiled sheepishly and said he hoped his
"missionary" trip would yield a greater stock to aid them...  Even as he
imagined those same housewives and crofter's daughters IN the missionary
position with Belle leaking cum onto their stuck-up faces.

   He stumped back to the latrine to cleanse the dirt from a long day, but
came to find a squealing Belle impaled on Flash's shaft.  Quickly he looked
round before opening the door, and shutting it behind him.  Pulling out his
slick cock once more, he groaned and watched the sight, envying the big
stallion in that moment.  After stroking his cock to full hardness, he came
to stand in front of Belle.  Smiling, he smacked Flash's snout when he
tried to nip at his shoulder.  "You don't get to have her all to
yourself..." He admonished and smirked before kneeling just enough to feed
his cum-slick cock right into Lucy's mouth, smirking as she was impaled
between her two favourite cocks in the world.

   Belle was in cock heaven, her young flexible body could take the brutal
punishment of being sandwiched between her father's long cock, and the
thrusting length of Flash.  However, her young mind just wasn't ready to
take it maturely enough.  Pleasure exploded before her eyes, and Belle came
again and again, her cunt juices sloshing and frothing in the water under
her.  Gleefully she grinned drunkenly up at Maurice as he fucked her face
once more, "Gluck...glk...ugh...slurp..." Her throat made the most
delicious fuck-noises as she sucked instinctively, determined to please the
two males she loved most in her life so far.

   Maurice could tell Flash as close, his thrust were become harder,
faster, and more ragged, and he sped up his own pace to match.  When the
stallion came, it sent up a splash from the edge of the pool as his thrust
lifted Belle right off her hands and knees, Maurice's shaft came loose to
spray his seed all over her tits and body, a torrent of horsecum leaking
from his darling daughter's cunt as Flash reared back and pulled back,
almost as if he were just as drained as Maurice.

   Belle landed with a wet splash half in, half out of the pool.  Mewling
happily she slurped cum from Maurice's still pulsing cock.  In the water,
her cunt clenched spasmodically, spewing clouds of grey horsecum into the
stream.

   "Another wonderful market day," Maurice said as Flash gave a neigh that
was suspiciously like a laugh.





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   Hello All!  I'm Lucifia (author), your naughty little fantasy!  Your
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there aren't too many of them out there.  So I've decided to take some of
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