PART 2-BE OUR GUEST
The anal rape by the candle turned into a chorus line. Several of the Castle's
enchanted servants used her battered asshole. They then lined up to use her
mouth. Along the way, she heard the candle singing a song about being their
guest...saying it had been years since they had fucked someone and they would
provide the jizz. It was awful and the girl prayed for a miracle.
Meanwhile, in the west wing, the beast was giving his regular fucking to Mrs.
Potts, the kindly old cook who had been the recipient of the Master's cum since
he had been turned into a beast. Prior to that, she had worked for his father,
the king, a nasty old man who had forced her into wearing a revealing outfit and
took pleasure in lifting her skirt and groping her. She had put up with it from
him because the pay was good and she had young children to feed. Then, in the
years following the king's death, the young prince had taken control of her,
degrading her worse than the father. Though he was still a young man, his cock
was huge and thick and he liked to use it. He would summon her into his chambers
and she would not leave for days. He was insatiable and would stuff his monster
cock into her holes over and over again.
When it got to the point when she was not allowed clothing and spent five times
the amount of time in his chambers rather than the kitchen, she had decided that
no job was worth it. She was packing the children up after telling the prince
that she was leaving. He scoffed at her but had made no comment. It was then
that the enchantress had worked her spell, forcing her to remain in the castle
with the man she now hated.
Since then, her treatment had gotten worse. She was subjected to numerous
humiliations and assaults. She had been fucked so many different ways that she
had lost count. She had been forced to give away the last of her dignity and
become a full-time fucktoy, surrendering the cooking duties to other
servants...she was too busy having her pussy, ass and mouth pummeled to take
care of the kitchen. Her tits were a disaster after being clawed continually by
him.
And her children were being neglected. In fact, the Beast had forced her to
reveal herself to her sons, who took great pleasure in making fun of her.
Meanwhile, her daughter became a slut for the stable boys. Mrs. Potts wasn't
even sure what had happened to her. The last she had seen her, the poor dear had
a horse cock in her mouth and the stable boys cock in her ass. Poor thing, Mrs.
Potts thought.
But Mrs. Potts could not worry about her daughter...she was too busy getting
reamed for the second time in an hour. The spell had doubled the size of the
prince's monster cock and the amount of time he could fuck without cumming. And
the poor monster was not even allowed the pleasure of being satisfied after
cumming. His cock remained rock hard and his desires never abated. He was cursed
with a constant erection and no way of relieving it. The only way of getting rid
of it would be inside of the pussy of a virgin who gave himself to him willingly
and it seemed unlikely that any woman, let alone a virgin, would ever allow
herself to be invaded by his monster cock.
RRROOOOAAARRR!!! The Beast let go a mighty sound and pushed into Mrs. Potts to
the hilt. She screamed out as his seed filled the depths of her pussy...it was
as if he pushed open her cervix and poured the seed directly into her uterus.
Finally, he pulled out of her, pushing her to the ground. She laid there for a
few moments before asking his permission to leave. He snarled that he was not
yet done with her.
She cowered in the corner, waiting for further instructions. As she sat there,
she saw his cock and noticed that it was even hairier and thicker than it had
been yesterday. Every day the spell went on, the physical changes became more
and more pronounced. His cock was the last thing to get hairy and she knew he
didn't have much time left to spare all of their lives. She looked up at the
rose that was encased in glass on his mantel...there were just three petals
left. Once they were gone, the spell would be permanent and they would remain
objects forever.
Mrs. Potts had noticed the changes in herself. Her arms were no longer
usable...now just like spouts of a teapot. Her hair was turning grayer and
grayer to make her look more and more like a silver pot.
Mrs. Potts sat there and prayed for a miracle. For some reason, she had been the
only woman servant in the castle to be used by him. Marie, the feather duster,
is so cock crazy that she would have probably loved being the recipient of his
attention. Instead, he only used her holes, torturing her alone. She thought
that it might have had something to do with her resigning her position and
revenge.
He moved towards her when she begged him to stop. "Please Master, what if I
helped you get Belle to give her virginity to you? Would you stop raping and
torturing me?"
The Beast stopped where he was and looked with puzzlement at his slave. He was
surprised she would be willing to help him after everything he had done to her.
"Yes cunt, if you can convince the girl to fuck me, I will leave you be and let
you go free forever. What is your plan?"
The woman/teapot leaned into the hideous beast and whispered her plan to save
herself, though she knew she was resigning the young girl to years of misery.
The beast smiled, knowing that it might work.
