Bella and the Beast

Bella and the Beast

Part II

       This is the continuation of a story of a humanoid creature and his primeval compulsion to mate with a young human girl.  It is inspired by the old “B” movies in which a villain or ghoul pursued a virginal young heroine, often filmed with her gown billowing about her legs, into the dark of night.  The author always hoped the girl would get caught—and violated!—instead of being rescued.  This is a gothic horror tale, typified by “Murders in the Rue Morgue,” in which a horny gorilla grabbed a girl and carried her away, only to be tragically foiled. I remember a remarkable scene where the girl stands still, frozen in fear, while the beast pulls at and plays with the hem of her white silk nightgown.  If only that animal had a real opportunity to satisfy his lust with that girl!

The author does not condone, nor seeks to encourage, sex with minors, especially those involving inter-species relationships.  This story is neither for minors under eighteen, nor the squeamish who cannot handle graphic descriptions of sex and violence.

Remember, this is just a story!

The Abduction

       The diminutive grendel finished his study—or was it admiration?—of the lovely teen, inert upon the pastel sheet with the wind knocked out of her.  He knew from instinct and hundreds of years as a hunter-gatherer that his prey was still alive.  Her head was twisted to the side, a bit awkwardly, and her glossy reddish hair was fanned over the pillow.  Her arms stretched out and above her torso.

       His feral appetites were becoming more aroused.  He resumed touching, even fondling, her.  He explored her gingerly at first, but then started pawing her with playful delight.   He fingered a lock of red-brown hair, pulling at it.   Then he coiled it around a grubby finger.   It caressed his leathery knuckles. He stroked her cheek and temples with his knuckle, enchanted with the smooth, hairless tan skin of the beautiful human girl. The satin straps of her nightie—pink and silvery-shiny—were so especially fascinating, shining in the dark.  He touched the smooth slope of her shoulders, tracing the ribbon straps with the tip of his coarse fingers.  The straps slid down the unconscious thirteen-year-old’s arms, and he pulled at the hem of her nylon nightie, which was edged with more silvery-pink satin banding..  Then he tugged at her shoulder straps, exposing her chest, and he was soon touching the modest swell of her incipient breasts,  poking and flicking a tiny pink nipple.

       Human generations had passed without his having enjoyed the comfort and company of an appropriate mate.  The humanoid was beside himself with growing animal desire, and the hairy shaft emerging from his dormant loins gave clear testimony to that.  He wanted her, wanted her immaculate young body. Oh, how he wanted to inseminate her!  His strong, hairy arm slipped under the lithe girl’s back, and he deftly swept Bella off the luxurious bed that had safely cradled her chaste body these twelve years of her young life.

       Bella would be taken to another bower tonight—different, rough, and deep in the monster’s forest lair!

       He didn’t cradle Bella in his arms, across his chest, like some movie hero.  He didn’t even throw her over his shoulder as a fireman would.  He just grabbed her by her waist, located something of a center of gravity mid-body, and pulled her onto his hip, as a tradesman might carry a rolled-up rug.

Or a sack of potatoes.

His monster strength was more than enough to handle the ninety-pound girl.  He was a short thing, only four feet, and Bella’s limbs dragged over the floor as this Grendel tore the girl from the sanctity of her bedroom. Her long auburn hair bobbed about her face.  But the evolutionary retard had no appreciation for human pulchritude: it was the emanation of female hormones from between her legs which compelled him. Still unconscious, Bella’s feet kicked and bumped along the floor, and her contact with doorways and walls would contribute to the numerous bruises and cuts she would later find upon herself.

       Bella was still unconscious as the powerful fiend carried her down the hall and up the stairs to the attic.  A moment later, and he was dangling from the house eave, reaching for the tree limb, and—a push, a swing, and a skillful grab--he had adroitly navigated the gap from house to tree.  There wasn’t the least slippage of his hold upon his young  prey: with merely one hand and his almost finger-like toes, he traversed the tree, moving down the trunk, and he alighted upon the lawn with his captive concubine. 

       Bella’s pretty pink nightgown was wrapped around her young body, as he loped through the darkened lanes and back yards towards the nature preserve.  Soon, he had passed the outlying dwellings and successfully reached the center of a large isolated field without detection.  He dropped his precious burden on the ground, and she landed face down in the grasses, her dark hair splashed across her soft, smooth face.  With the flat of his dark, calloused hands, he stroked her hair, smoothing it, pulling it away from her face.  Similarly, he pawed her back, acquainting himself with the soft anatomy of his new mate. With one hand he grabbed the smooth swell of an ass cheek, pulling it away from the center crack.  This released fresh drifts of girl-smell, and he started pawing at her trim little buttocks with simple, animal delight.  He found the nylon fabric, especially near her reproductive areas, was loose, and he tugged at it.  He pinched it, lifting and dropping it.  It floated down, creating little puffs of the soft shimmery stuff.  He did this over and over, and was quite entertained with the way it softly drifted down to her buttocks.

       A kernel of consciousness began to sprout in Bella’s befuddled brain.  She felt weird—too dazed to feel pain.  That would come later.  What…?  she thought….where am I….??…what…oh, this grass, huh?… Am I being…??…, I am being touched!!??  She was just barely aware she was being touched as she raised her head, then pulled herself up onto her elbows, then her palms.  Bella rubbed her lovely brown eyes with a small fist, and pushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ears. She wasn’t quite making sense of her situation. That was when she knew someone was touching her, hands moving up and down her back, from her shoulders, to her shoulder blades, the small of her back and down to her ass…her ass!  Somebody is rubbing my butt…who…I’m…where?…not alone…who…?

       Bella rolled sideways, onto her hip, and made out the presence of somebody crouching over her.

       Yellow eyes were just behind her, glowing in the dark, an arm’s length away.

       “Hey!” the pre-teen exclaimed.  She wasn’t yet focused on what was going on, here in the dark, on the grass, but this person was touching her, and now she realized she was in her new pink nightie, somewhere outside, and, in a burst of modest awareness, she knew her nightgown was very light and nothing to be seen in by a stranger, and-and-it’s being pulled up my legs!

       Everything was dark, vague,  confusing, and so very disturbing!  But Bella turned and faced the personage who had been touching her.  She couldn’t make anything out, but a hand rose up and stroked her cheek.  She focused on it, it was dark…it was coarse…it was hairy!  Bella’s vision was adjusting to the dark of night.  With her was someone…something…he…it…had a dark, round face, deep yellowish eyes, a large protruding jaw.  It was, an ape?  No, the head was a man’s—a bearded man?—but the nose—the nose!  There wasn’t any!  Well, not much to speak of, just two gaping holes instead of nostrils, big, almost like eyes, the rims seemed to be quivering.

       She pulled back.

       The yellow eyes were fixed upon hers.

       “AAAAAAAAAIIIiiiiii!” she screamed.  “Ugh--NO!

       The humanoid was not in any kind of fear, but the sudden scream kind of startled him, and, cocking his head, he pulled back on his haunches.   His genitalia—large, thick, and hairy, but still not fully aroused—protruded up and out, pointing right at the innocent pre-teen. It caught on a fold of her nightgown’s skirt, snagging it, and the nylon draped over the massive appendage.   Bella’s eyes were better adjusted to the dark, now, and she could clearly see the big, ugly, dangerous thing—now entangled on the skirt of her dainty nightie!

       She emitted another scream, and pulled at the hem of her nightdress.  It was then that she touched the creature for the first time—that hairy, foot-long masculine appendage sticking out from the crotch of this, this…thing!    She leaped to her feet, turned and ran, her pale pink nightdress billowing and fluttering about her young legs.

       “No, no-no-no!” she cried out as she ran.  She didn’t know where she was or where she was going.  “Noooooo!”  she screamed. “Help!  Somebody, please help! HELLLLP!”   All she knew was that some strange, weird man, or boy, or creature, or something, was back there with this large male thing sticking out from between his legs!

       “OOOOOooooooo…!!  NOOOOOO!”

       The creature was hardly going to permit her to escape, but his instincts informed him that there was no risk in letting her run off a bit.  He could be extraordinarily fast when necessary, and besides, she was running towards the game preserve—she would do his work for him!  He calmly watched her run off.  To human eyes, she had disappeared into the night, but he could clearly discern the figure in fluttering pink as she unwittingly fled towards the distant woodline.

That boundary marked the edge of the nature conservancy—his home!   He took off after her, keeping apace with her off to her right side, with a fast but stealthy gait.  He watched Bella, running across the field. The schoolgirl was young, athletic, and fast, and the yards of pink nylon whipped and fluttered about her knees.  Occasionally, a bit of air caught the hem of her nightdress, and the material billowed up about her thighs and crotch.

       She wouldn’t get away.  Bella ran and ran. Hearing nothing, she slowed down, catching her breath, to a brisk walk.  Her bare feet were a bit sore from running across the stubble of the field.  She looked behind her, and saw nothing—as the beast was well off to her stride—and, believing herself to be safe, she stopped to look and listen.  But the humanoid could hear her breathing, even her heartbeat, and soon came up behind her, noiselessly. The little girl was stopped, near the edge of the large field, catching her breath.  Her heart was pounding. Her full nylon skirt swung back and forth about her knees, and a little breeze caught it, puffing it out gently.  She saw and heard nothing.  She stood still, relieved, catching her breath.

             However, he was soon crouching, right at her feet, in the absolute dark.  When Bella turned left or right, the creature moved in the opposite direction, remaining right behind her.  He looked at her.  He could smell afresh the pungent aroma of nubile young girl, now enhanced with the scent of adrenalin and sweat.   It was coming from underneath the moving clothing, the soft shimmery fabric that swayed about the female’s legs.  He gingerly reached out, and took hold of the hem of Bella’s nightdress.  She didn’t notice a thing.  Yet, as he held it, pulling it out, away from her smooth knees, her hairless legs.  The thirteen-year-old didn’t feel or sense anything as he delicately fanned it out, enchanted by this clothing that he had always seen on human beings. 

       It felt so soft.  He pulled the edge of it to his nose.  Pulled away from her legs, the aroma of her incipient fertility was stronger than ever. Bella stood still, looking and listening off into the dark, deep night--oblivious to the creature’s play, hoping—desperately—that whatever it was had lost interest in her, and that she could make her way home. 

Meanwhile, the beast, with utmost care and yet animal simplicity, remained crouched at Bella’s heels, almost hypnotized by the gentle sway of her nightgown, playing delicately with the crisp nylon hem, fanning the skirt out to her rear.  Every sway of the nightgown skirt, each time he pulled it rewarded him with fresh wafts of scent from Bella’s pristine girlhood.   The pole-like thing at his crotch swelled larger, longer.  Thick as baseball bat, and covered with hair, it stretched out, and a wet tip—smooth,  pink, and hairless but thick--began to emerge.  

       The protruding tip was about the size and shape of an eel’s head.  Blood and primal hormones pulsing within, it pushed its way out, then retreated back into the hairy penile outer shaft, only to poke its potent head out just a little more.  This inner extension, when aroused by the contact with virginal cunt, could achieve a length of about a foot!

       Bella remained still, eyes alert and ears cocked for the sound of footsteps pursuing her.  There was nothing, except that the humanoid was crouching behind her!  Only when she turned to look into the dark, did she feel something amiss—the nylon skirt, snagged on the beast’s fingers, wrapped itself around her hips—she could feel a disturbance to her nightie--she looked down—there, in the dark—she could see, yes—that thing was right there, those hideous yellow eyes!--crouching at her feet, pulling at her nightie!—holding it, pulling it, right to his ugly face—ugh!—he was sniffing it!

       Bella yanked back her skirt, and backed away.  The crouching grendel let the smooth material slide out of his fingers.  However he had gotten here, so close, Bella knew she was in very, very, serious danger.  This thing was like nothing she had ever imagined, and a torrent of fear flashed through her mind. It wasn’t a zoo primate, it wasn’t some guy in a suit, it was, what, some kind of tiny little “Bigfoot?”  Bella backed away, slowly, watching the hulking mass of humanoid animal in the dark. Whatever it was, it was fast, strong, dangerous and—he keeps touching me and fondling my nightdress!—oh, gross--it is sexual!

Sexually innocent as she was, Bella’s feminine defense apparatus moved to high alert.

He wasn’t making any move towards her, and she slowly backed away.  She moved this way, for a hundred feet or so.  She couldn’t see him, except the yellow eyes that glowed in the ocean of inky dark. Her bare feet found themselves in deeper, rougher vegetation, and she was at the end of the field, the edge of the woods. Every move she made—left,  right, or back into the field was countered by the creature. When she moved left, the eyes moved leftward.  Similarly, he checked any turn to her right.  The woods—she had never been very far into them before, they were restricted—seemed to be her only option.

Bella gathered the skirt of her nightdress in her fists.  Her small breasts heaved with adrenalin and fear beneath the light nylon bodice.  She unconsciously knew there were things to snag it, not that its protection was important now.  The frightened schoolgirl took a deep breath, looked over the field into the darkness, and saw the seedy glowing eyes fixed upon her.

Bella stepped into the shrub. The grass was tall, coarse, and the ground uneven as the vulnerable girl slipped into the woods.  After several yards, things were beginning to rub against her.  Bella felt cold.  She tried moving to her right, hoping to escape to her flank, but she heard the noise of movement there.  When she tried moving left, hoping to circle outside the wood—well, she could then hear movement in the still, quiet night off there—how did this thing get over there!!??—but she realized her only option was deeper into the woods.

He was forcing her into the woods!

Bella moved in deeper still.  She kept her nightdress pulled into a ball in her left hand, and tried to fend off the branches and brambles with her right.  She was very rational, but also very, very scared.  She had no idea how she had gotten out here, but she was out here, out in the woods, with some powerful, dangerous, sexual ape-like thing stalking her!

She was now inside the treeline.  The arboreal cover was dense, and began to block out what light the night sky and distant dwellings provided.  Bella never felt so scared, or alone.  She began to cry, and prayed quietly to herself, desperately asking God to do something—anything—to save her from whatever this thing was, and whatever this thing wanted.

But deep down, she knew what it wanted.

Her stomach was in a knot!

She knew the facts of life, how babies are made, and that her own sexual maturity was not far away.  (Even if she didn’t know it had just commenced!)  She had caught him pawing at her nightie—sniffing it!!—there was no mistaking this thing’s intent.

It was sexual!

Bella felt even more chilled but couldn’t prevent the subtle, involuntary glandular response she emitted—more aromatic activity the horny grendel inhaled downwind in the dark.

Bella kept moving into the woods.  Here, the forest canopy blocked out the Sun, so there was less low-growth vegetation.   The barefoot girl walked a little easier on the forest floor.  There were fewer things, but she bumped into some trees, and she knocked her toes on various rocks and branches.  Off in the dark, the creature watched her carefully and appreciatively.  Bella let go of her nightgown. Off in the dark, he could see it sway about her smooth, slender calves.

They were still some distance from his den, and the beast was becoming impatient.  He moved closer, and, here on his home territory, the beast abandoned his simple strategies, and ambled up to Bella.  He rose to full height, and walked up to his mate.  She backed away when she saw the yellow eyes approaching, but felt powerless.  She just backed away, backed away, backed away.  She brushed against a tree trunk, and backed further away, until the nightgown-clad girl was backed up against something large, hard, and cold.

A boulder.

She leaned back against it.  She eased left, but the eyes gleaming in the dark, mere yards away, moved leftward too, checking her.

Bella didn’t even try moving to the right.

The eyes were now right in front of her.  In the pitch, she could just make out the thing’s humanoid form.  It was almost even with her own height.  She could feel its body heat, and even make out its breathing, as she pressed herself back against the boulder, forced back by the piercing yellow eyes.

Bella felt something touching gently against her hip.  She reached down, in an unconscious desire to brush it away, and felt the long, hard, hairy sheath of the beast’s rampant penis.

Bella was now, literally, stuck between a hard rock and a rock-hard cock!