Big Bad Trouble [Juicy x Google]

[Disney Whore]

The sound of a light melody rang through the moist breeze. Fall was changing to winter, and you could smell the damp in the air and see the color transition on the leaves. I hummed a light lullaby while raking the front stairs of our miniscule log cabin. The cottage house was just on the outskirts of the small village in France. I lived with my father, a lower class citizen trying to make a career out of his imagination – a strong talent I inherited. Being an inventor, there was barely any money going in to the household, but it didn't really matter. I hosted a small vegetable garden in the backward, and we got bread donated from the local bakery. We got by fairly well. I did my best to help around where I could here and there. But it was a small town, and paying for things with gold wasn't really the mode of payment – it was more trading items and food, among other things. But still, it was a happy and untouched village.

Dusk was settling in and soon be to transfer over to dark, and my father had yet to return. He should have been home early morning, but no sign or hear from him yet. Of course, it was only normal to be late, some times a couple of days – but he was incredibly punctual and I began to worry. I was just about to enter the cottage before I heard a muffled noise to my right. I turned only to be abruptly greeted by Philippe, the horse who had carried my father's cart into the forest. “Philippe! What is it, boy?” He look confused and whipped his head around while making spitting noises with his mouth. Pieces of wood were dragging behind him. It was the remnants from the carriage. I ran to the door and unhooked a coat .I headed back and untied the broken wood and mounted the horse. I pulled on his reigns and after much struggle, finally got him to set back into the forest. He began to trot, but slowed himself when nearing the darkness of the woods. He made rough hissing sounds before backing up. With sudden flails, Philippe took off running, but turned around, and began to jump around as if something was attacking him. “Philippe! Philippe! Whoa boy! Whoa!” I was thrown off of his back and he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

I stood up from the cold ground, groaning in pain from the rough landing. I was wrapped around in my cloak that I had thrown on before hopping on Philippe. I rolled around on the ground, like an injured worm trying to squirm for life. I stopped in my tracks to the sound of growling. My eyes shifted over to the sight of a pack of wolves looking down at me. A blob of drool fell onto my face. My body began to shiver in fear. “Nice... doggies...” The leader snapped, and I began to scream at the top of my petite lungs. I rolled around, finally standing on to my two feet where I was being pounced by raging wild animals. They latched onto my dress; shaking their heads from left to right and slowly tearing it piece by piece until there was almost nothing left. I picked up a log and began to defend myself. Once I smacked one out cold, the rest slowly started to wean off. “Get away!” I screamed. I was lucky, my skin was barely broken; but a few scratches here and there.

I turned around, almost falling over to the sight of a gigantic castle standing tall in front of me. My legs wobbled over to the gates and I shook them hard until they swung open suddenly. I fell onto my face, the ripped cloak fluttering on top of me. My body trembled in cold. My dress was sprawled all over the ground behind me, in literal pieces, and I had but a few shreds of dress left to cover my thin image. Bringing myself to my feet, I wrapped the cloak around my body and approach the door. “Hello? Hello!? … Does anyone live here? Papa? Papa? … Helloooo?” I bumped my fists against the door. I heard the locks crack and cringe open. The door slowly leaned into the house to leave a small opening for myself. I looked around and poked my head in. “Hello?” My voice echoed throughout the palace. The house was in the dark with the exception of a few candles that lit up the path up a crumbling staircase. I crept up the stairway only to be lead to a dungeon. “Papa? Papa!” I ran over to the bars where he was hunched over, coughing, and trying to hold my hands.

“Belle...! You must leave! Now! Before it's to-” He choked on his own words, coughing out a wad of blood from the back of his throat. I swore in the name of Christ, but he silenced me and continued to speak. “Before he comes back, you have to escape. Leave me here... or you will end up just the same, or worse!”

I looked at him confused, “He? Who's he? No. I'm not leaving! I'm going to get you out.” There was a loud slamming noise behind me. Papa yelled out in protection as I turned around; pushing me away to try and get me to run. But his screams and pleas were blurred out in my mind. The only this I could focus on was the shadow enlarging before my very eyes. My jaw dropped open as I clenched the torn cloak to my nude body. My eyes bulged out of my face in fear. I couldn't recognize the huge figure before me, but judging by the sheer size of the thing, I knew I was in trouble; big, bad trouble.

 

[DomG]

He had once been named Adam, a prince who had been less then kind to strangers, he had power and he rarely respected anyone without the same sort of status. Kindness was not something he was known for but he hadn't considered himself to be particularly cruel to others, just he treated them as their station in life warranted, those with power or money would be treated with a measure of respect while those without would need to learn that he was hardly the sort of person to care about their needs in the least.

The old gypsy woman had sought to teach him a lesson those years ago, cursing him in order to try to make him see the value of others but so far it had gone unlearned, if anything it had made him worse. Where before he just hadn't cared about others now he took out his anger on those who passed by, instead of not being willing to help those in need he would instead punish them, like the old man who had recently stopped by trying to get out of the cold, the Beast formerly known as Adam had instead thrown him inside of the dungeon of his manor which had fallen into a state of disrepair.

The old man had of course begged to be released, said that he had a daughter that he needed to care for and of course feeling a little bit cruel at that moment Adam had informed him that if his daughter should come then the old man would go free and she would take his place. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen but as he heard the wolves howling that night he had moved to investigate, seeing a lovely young woman pursued by them. He had felt moved to save her, not out of any kindness but more from a lust, something that he had not felt since his body first changed. Could this be the daughter that the old man had insisted would come for him?

He had followed her as she escaped the wolves and entered his home, a great deal of stealth being shown by something so large and beastial. Her mostly nude body only serve to further his freshly awakened desire. As ran into the dungeon he took his time following her, giving her a few moments alone with the old man before he interrupted. “She will do nicely.” He growled, his voice deep and close to that of an animal. Reaching out with one large paw like hand he gripped her arm. “I will take her to her new home and be down to free you later one.” With immense strength he began to drag her away.

 

[Disney Whore]

Something hairy, something foul, came to grab me that moment. It was such a sudden, violent snatch, that I was taken off my feet before I dragged about. My father screamed behind me. In his pathetic attempt to shake the bars open, he continued to plea for my release. He was a good man, willing to let his own life be taken for the safety of his daughter. But unfortunately, I was a better daughter – and I would never leave my dear father to suffer and wither away. “No! No! Please!” My body lunged for the bars of the dungeon. I held on to his hand, but the strength of the force pulling me away was to great for me to hold on. “Wait...! Wait...!” I cried out, bubbles of tears beginning to accumulate and my eyes starting to swell. “Papa, no!” But I was in darkness now, and his face had disappeared. I couldn't see anything. Partially sobbing, I returned to glance at the form that had ripped me from my father. He, or it, was huge.

My mind was tangled in confusion as I tried to unravel the possibilities of your kind. Perhaps a cripple? Or just a diseased man? But wait, he was hairy. I dug my long nails into your wrist. “Let him go! If you have me, why did him?” I kicked and shoved, but it was so use. “Who are you? What have you done to my father!? Can't you see he's sick! He needs help! Please! Let him free!” My whining didn't see to motive any less bad behavior. Then I quieted down. My hands grazed gently upon your forearm, exploring the means on this shape to fit the puzzle. That's when I realized whatever this was, was not in fact human, but a monster; a Beast.

“What... are you?” A couple of tears strolled down my face, but they were soon drying up under my eyes and I was too disturbed to shed anymore. “Show me yourself! Don't be such a coward!” I said angrily, my voice got louder and it's vibe repeating itself down the hallow hallway. “In the light, show me! Show me now! I want to see the face I'm agreeing to accompany...” My hand finally separated from your grip and I stepped a couple feet back. There was a light graze of light around your shape. You were a much larger figure than I had anticipated originally. An odd shape, with a large torso, huge feet, and a bulky head. I was almost certain now, you were the Devil. Running away was not any option. This place was so big, and so dark, that I was more likely to run into a wall than to find an exit. The only thing I could do now is to plea, wait, and see.

 

[DomG]

If he had known that he was thinking, if he had known that she was thinking that he was some foul animal then he would have probably been enraged, he might be greatly beastly but he was hardly foul, his pride meant that he still put a great deal of effort into remaining clean, often using the lake out behind his manor in order to get clean, even with it frozen over he was unbothered by it, his thick fur keeping him warm even with the ice covering the lake.

Her nails digging into him was hardly even a bother to him, the thick fur keeping her from being able to reach the skin and piercing it. Still it was a little bit annoying and he would have to do something about to teacher her how to properly behave later on. “Your father will be released later on.” He assured her in his characteristic growl, even in the dark he was able to see perfectly, his eyes adapted to the gloom much better then her own were. “I did promise your father that if his daughter came and would take his place I would release him after I caught him breaking into my home.”

Her demand to see his face though was a rather amusing one, he was more then twice her size and able to drag her along like she weighed nothing at all but she was still trying to fight him in one way or another. Well if she wanted to see what he looked like that was her own call, not a very good idea he would say but if she desired it. Stopping for a moment he reached with his free hand into his cloak and withdrew a book of matches from a small internal pocket, striking one of them on the wall and using it to light a torch.

Within moments the hall they were in was illuminated by the glow of the fire which grew and illuminated him despite the gathering shadows. His face was revealed right away, bestial and twisted, horns growing from the fur of his head and tusks from his lips, his eyes like cold blue chips of ice that gazed down at his captive, waiting for her to react in fear to his apperence. “I am the Prince of this Manor, but you may call me Master.” He informed her as his face twisted into a sneer, his fingers curling around what little clothing she still covered herself with and tearing it away, unconcerned about the cold and draft, if she needed to stay warm she would stay close to him.

 

[Disney Whore]

There was absolutely no point in trying to plea anymore for my father's safety. It didn't sound like you would change your mind or course of action. I had already decided I would sneak out at night to release him, or at least try to find away to give him food or make medicine. I was skeptical about whether or not he'd even make it through the night. But all that was just another concern in the back of my mind. The whole situation was like a wild, twisted dream. I'm in an abandoned, crumbling castle; one that has mysteriously appeared and no one knows about – where my Papa is trapped in a dungeon and I, barely holding on to a sheet of cloth, am standing in front of a demonic creature I cannot explain; who wishes to hold me captive as a genre of slave. It was like a horrible nightmare I couldn't wake myself out of, no matter how horribly hard I tried.

I clenched the shredded material tightly to my chest. My heart beat roughly against my chest, and I could feel the thumping against my hands that pressed against me. My legs were hopelessly revealed in all of their glory; slim, shapely, and slender. My concern was little towards my lower half, I was just intimate to keep my breasts and womanhood hidden behind whatever I could hide behind. Though, as the hallway soon lit up. My eyes hallowed into an empty stare which stormed into fear. I was clearly in shock; staring straight up at you at your animalistic physique. For a short moment, I had lost my breath – and not in a good way. My mouth slowly parted as I gazed in disbelief. You were not human, but an animal that stood like that of a man. You had hair all over, and large sharp teeth with horns – you were a demon, but not; definitely a beast. I had never seen anything close to this type of creature, and I was at a loss for words.

“... Master...?” I gave a slight nod. My question was rather rhetorical. It was more of an agreement to something I wish not to call you by. But I didn't have a choice, and I understood that now. I was no match for something I didn't understand. If I didn't know what I was dealing with, how could I fight against it? I would be an even bigger fool. But your eyes did not look friendly. I let out a yelp as you ripped the cloak off of my nude body. “No! How dare you... you... pervert!” I covered my private with my right arm and hand, and the other rose to cup my breasts to shield myself from your eyes, but they were already roaming. I looked away in shame, my face turning red. My eyes returned to yours, “Now what am I supposed to wear?” A shiver erupted over me. “It's so cold in here...” Trembling was inevitable.