The Claiming of Beauty

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. Four have already been written and I am sure you can figure out which ones.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.

The Claiming of Beauty by the Beast

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

Gia was in the zone. She had an upcoming track meet coming up and was jogging through the forest in a training jog. Her mind was lost in thoughts of her strategy for the 800,1000- and 1,500-meter races. Her rival from another school was running the same races and she hated losing anything to her. Gia loved a really good endorphin-filled run and she was just running, not really paying attention to where she was going or what was happening around her.

Gia's body was slim taut, with muscles rippling as she ran. She loved how her muscles were tight and perfect for her running, all except her D-cup breasts. She had long ago found some tight supportive sports bras that kept her large full breasts from bouncing on her chest during her runs. But sometimes it constricted her breathing and interfered with the distance runs. Still, when she wasn't running and dressed in girlie clothes she loved her large pendulous breasts. They looked really sexy, with guys ogling her incessantly with her breasts perched on top of her slim, taut athletic body.

When a huge drop of rainwater hit her on the forehead, she snapped out of her runner's trance and slowed to a stop. The sky had turned ugly black, and the rain was heading towards her in sheets. She took off running, trying to remember where any kind of shelter was and remembered an old house, it was smore like an old castle, deep in the woods. She had jogged past it many times, but it looked so foreboding she never wanted to stop there, well now she didn't have much of a choice.

The rain was now on her and every step drenched her even more. The heavy rain was blinding her, but she saw a faint light up ahead of her. She ran as hard as she could and finally made it to the sheltered entrance to the castle's front door. She was soaked and took off clothes wrung them out and put back on her jogging shorts and her really tight sports bra.

She watched the rain getting harder, with peals of lightning and huge wind gusts. The storm was getting into tornado type weather, and she began to look and see if there was a door or some other type of better shelter she could get to. It was then that she saw a ring-type doorbell and knew someone was probably watching her. Well, she needed shelter, so she rang the bell, but when she did a trapdoor opened under her feet and she fell down a chute into what she could only describe as a dungeon.

She fell landing on her muscled ass inside a cage. She looked around in the darkened cellar and it really did look like a dungeon. She started pulling on the bars and rattling the cage. How could she get out. Gia spent almost an hour searching for the cage for some kind of exit. She found the door to the cage, but it was locked solid, and she couldn't budge it. She sat on the floor wondering what this place was and what she had fallen into?

A wrinkled old man suddenly appeared in front of the cage. He was small, old and naked, Gia hadn't heard a door or even any footfalls, but suddenly he was there. She let go of the breath she had been holding and signed expressively, "Thank God someone finally came to get me out of this cage."

Gia walked to the edge of the cage to greet the naked old man, but the look on his face was not welcoming, but instead harsh. As she reached the bars of the cage his hands snaked through the bars, with one holding her head while his other held a chloroform-soaked rag over her mouth and nose.

As Gia collapsed to the floor he responded, "No I'm not here to get you out, but to prepare you for my master."

The old man quickly unlocked the cage, lowered a spreader bar from a switch on the wall, went in the middle of the cage. He dragged Gia until she was under the bar and buckled her wrists into the manacles on the outer edges of the spreader bar. He left the cage and raised the bar until Gia's feet were off the ground. He went back into the cage and using a knife cut away Gia's sports bra and running shorts, then removed her running shoes and socks. With the removal of each article of clothing his eyes grew wider, she was stunning and could ever remember seeing a woman as beautiful as she was.

Now she was hanging naked inside the cage. The old man stepped back and the old man was in the cage silently staring at the spectacular naked womanly vision hanging in front of him. He stood dumbfounded taking in every gorgeous inch of Gia's nude form, playing his flashlight like caresses over her body. The old man talked to her unconscious form, "Master demands you be cleaned, oiled and perfumed before he sees you. I will take care of that."

He marveled at how succulent her petite body was so light and delicate in his arms. Her skin was incredibly soft and silky against his rough hands, and he was in awe of her tantalizing beauty. Her face was so beautiful with her golden hair spun around her neck and head. She looked like an innocent angel, untouched and yet full of passionate promise.

He shook his head and once again began to think of her as merchandise. Her feet were about a foot off the ground, which put her at eye level with him. She was still under the influence of the chloroform, but she would occasionally move her head around and moan as if she was coming out of it.

The old man stepped back, rubbed his hands together saying, "Oh master is going to love you. Master is going to have lots of fun with you."

He knelt before her, grabbed her left ankle and moved it to the side to fasten her leather manacle on one of the bars of the cage. He then did the same thing to her right ankle, and now she was hoisted in the air with her arms and legs spread wide. She started blinking her eyes, rolling her head, and moaning, "Where am I?"

Gia started squirming, twisting and shouting, "Where am I? What are you doing to me?"

The old man knew that discipline had to be enforced, if not the master would be brutal and he responded in a menacing tone. "Shut up, Please the master will punish you if not."

Gia just knew that the worst had happened. A sadist had captured her and with his first act, he was going to torture her. She panicked with her eyes widening in horror and promptly screamed, then started pleading, "Please let me go. I won't tell anybody, just let me go. Please let me go!"

"I SAID SHUT UP. If the master hears you will be punished." The old man yelled.

Gia screamed and pleaded again to be let go and the old man grabbed both her nipples and pulled on them eliciting another scream from Gia, but this time it was excruciating pain.

"I SAID SHUT UP." The old man yelled.

The old man stalked over to a table and brought back a pair of nipple clamps connected with a chain and proceeded to clip them on each of Gia's nipples. Gia had no idea what this evil looking device was, but their cruel look panicked her and she screamed again. When the nipple clamps bit into her nipples, a painful fire engulfed her nipples with her stomach knotting as she tried to curl into a protective ball. Gia's head fell back in an open mouth silent scream of pain.

The old man gave a firm tug on the chain connecting the clamps. Gia screamed, never having felt pain like this as it ripped through her body. It felt like her nipples were being ripped off and she even looked down to make sure they were still attached. The pain robbed her of her breath and as soon as she could breathe again, she exhaled a pain-filled moan. Gia's worse nightmare was coming true and tears from pain and heartache streamed down her face.

"Every time you scream, I'm going to yank on the chain, and if that doesn't shut you up, I've got lots more toys I can use on you. SO SHUT UP." The old man said.

Gia moaned and whimpered but did not say anything else. Then, the old man decided that even her moans or whimpers annoyed him, so he pulled a ball gag out of his pocket, stuck it in her mouth, and buckled it behind her head.

This confirmed her previous thoughts, and she knew at the first chance, she had to escape. She knew she was still in the woods, in the dungeon of the castle in the forest, but or who these people were, but she couldn't live like this. No one was going to abuse her like this and get away with it. She had to find a way out of here and if she had the chance, she would make them pay as well.

Gia began to scream into the ball gag though not much sound made it out. The old man looked satisfied then rolled a cart up next to her body. The cart contained several buckets of liquid, sponges, rags, and some bottles of what looked like lotion or massage oil.

The old man said, "Master wants you cleaned, oiled and scented before you see him."

Gia took a little solace that this brute was not the person that captured her, but still the one who captured her had the brute doing something to her. The old man took one of the natural sponges and dipped it into soapy water. First, he had a quick wash all over Gia's body, from her head to her toes and even washed her face. Then he went to a smaller sponge and started paying special attention to her more sensitive spots.

The old man unclipped the nipple clamps and Gia whimpered through the gag. As the blood rushed back into the tips of her nipples the tingling, pain felt different and almost erotic. Her tortured nipples throbbed with the beat of her heart and as the blood rushed in, they engorged thrusting towards the old man. He took advantage taking each nipple into his mouth and gave them a long tongue washing to sooth the pain from the alligator clips.

Gia felt as though she was going crazy as her nipples were whipsawed from intense burning pain, to throbbing heat and now soft soothing erotic feelings. The old mans sucking and licking of her tormented and now ultrasensitive nipples created unwanted electrifying passion. Her body was alive with pain and erotic agony. It traveled from her nipples through her body leaving no area unaffected.

Then he began washing her nipples with one of the sea sponges, sometimes the sponge would slip away, and he would use his fingers to tweak and pinch her nipples into prominence. The old man was thorough and even lifted each breast to make sure the underside was clean as well.

When it came to the washing of her pussy, the old man knelt down and carefully spread her lips to make sure her inner and outer labia and clit were thoroughly cleaned. He stuck his tongue into her pussy to make sure it was completely clean and promptly proclaimed it "Very Tasty". The old man also cleaned her ass and rosebud with the same thoroughness and even went as far as sticking fingers in her asshole.

The whole washing progress was starting to get to Gia, and the old man could see her panting through her nose as her beautiful tits heaved with excited breaths. She would occasionally scream into the ball gag, and other times she would let out some of the most sensuous moans the old man had ever heard.

The old man took a clean pail of water, rinsed Gia off, and used a towel to pat her dry. He then took a bottle of oil and poured a little into his hand, applying it liberally. Starting at her neck and shoulders, he let it run down her breasts and her sunken, muscled belly. Using his hands, he started rubbing the oil over every part of her body from her neck to her toes, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy.

The old man said, "Oh by the way, the oil that I just applied to your skin has a sensitivity agent to allow you to feel everything that will be done to you. The oil brings all the nerves to the surface and sensitizes all your skin, but especially places that already have bundles of nerves, like your nipples and clit." The old man stepped back to appraise his handiwork and his victim was indeed a rare thing of beauty.

Hoisted in the air, her body had been stretched tight with her fabulous breasts standing up on her chest with nipples begging to be played with. The skin on her chest was pulled tightly over her ribs which brought them into prominence. Likewise, her muscled belly was sunken in and made her tiny waist almost disappear. Her shallow belly left a prominent valley between her hips that culminated in her glossy pussy lips. Her legs were stretched wide, and the chords of her muscles stood out in relief against her skin. All of her now glistening, bound, nude body was a thing to behold.

The old man went behind her and undid the ball gag. Immediately Gia started begging between her gasping breaths and panting, "Oh, what are you doing to me? Every touch goes straight to my pussy. What's happening to me? You have to let me go before this goes too far. Please stop this! Oh, what is happening to me?"

Reaching up, the old man began to pinch lightly both nipples creating a scorching heat that spread from her nipples to the rest of her body. A shiver ran through her body, and she started bucking her hips, looking for something to ease the fire within her pussy. She added, "Oh, I'm on fire... what are you doing to me, what is happening to my body?"

While Gia was crying out, the old man slid his hands down to her pussy lips and easily slid a finger inside her drenched womanly folds. As he began sliding it in and out of her pussy, her endless pleadings immediately ceased, and soft moans took their place.

"Oh please, more, oh God please more. I'm on fire, anything to quench the fire, please... more."

A smirk crossed the old man's face as he looked at this beautiful bound woman begging for his fingers to continue tormenting her pussy. On his other hand, the old man began to pinch and pull-on Gia's sensitive nipples. Gia began to gasp, taking hard breaths trying to make sense of the sensations that were taking her body captive.

Gia didn't want to have anything to do with this brute, so why was her body betraying her like this. She began to fantasize about her dream lover, and she pretended that he was doing this to her and that helped make sense of the white-hot fire flowing through her veins. She was having a really hard time catching her breath as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her body. Her whole body was trembling, but her breasts and pussy were reaching trying to find more of the exquisite torture. Her young body had no experience with the feelings consuming her. As she tried to make sense of what was happening to her, she kept up a mantra.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

The old man was smiling a cruel little smile as he added a finger then slid two fingers into Gia's pussy. Gia's body arched towards the fingers trying to get more and deeper fingers into her pussy. She was somehow trying to quench the fires burning out of control inside her. She continued to fantasize that the dark stranger was making love to her, bound for his pleasure. His pleasure translated into wild pleasure for her as well.

The old man had one more thing to accomplish. The old man pulled out a small bottle of perfume and misted her neck, breasts, belly, the juncture of her thighs and behind her knees. The old man shook his head in a satisfying manner pulled his fingers out of Gia's pussy, and exclaimed, "She is ready, she is ready master, she is ready for you now."

He disconnected her legs from the poles leaving the leather cuffs on her ankles. Then buckled the ankle cuffs together so she couldn't walk. He then wrapped a leather collar around her neck and buckled it. He cradled her in his arms as he unbuckled her arms, buckled them behind her back. With Gia's wrists bound behind her back and her ankles bound together, all thoughts of escape were thwarted but she still twisted and fought him. The old man scooped her into his arms and carried her squirming form upstairs into the castle. He savored his last few minutes of having a delicate, gorgeous creature in his arms. Took her to a room, laid her on a bed and left, locking the door behind him.

Gia's mind was still in turmoil with the sexual teasing, being a captive in a cage and now bound hand and foot in a castle bedroom. What was going on, what was happening and how could she get out of this mess and whom was this master the old man talked about? As she lay bound on the bed a naked petite girl entered the room with a tray of food and drink.

Gia saw her as an ally and softly said, "Please help me. Get me out of these manacles and help me get out of here."

The girl looked stricken, turned to look behind her and whispered, "I can't do that and if master hears you asking me, he will punish me, so please be quiet."

Gia wasn't going to give up and asked again, "Please help me, I can't stay here and I'm being kept as a prisoner."

The girl set the tray down on the nightstand and ran out of the room. A few seconds later she came back followed by a huge beastly man. The girl was shaking with fright as the man pushed her into the room. In a deep guttural voice he said, "Do your job and feed her."

The girl rushed to the bed and helped Gia sit up, then put the glass of water with a straw towards her mouth. Gia needed food and water so she drank while she studies the man blocking the door. He was massive with his head grazing the top of the door. He was bare chested with a barrel-chest and muscles layered on top of muscles. His torso was covered with fine black hair and his massive arms could break her in half.

So far, he was the only person wearing any clothes and all he was wearing was a pair of cargo pants. His face was rugged and could be considered handsome, but right now the scowl on his face made him look mean and harsh. His black beard and hair were needly groomed and that gave him a more approachable look. While his face was dark and gloomy, his eyes however, were bright with hope but still showed a deeply sad and lonely man. His eyes showed the man behind the curtain and there was much hidden inside him. Suddenly, he bellowed, "Now feed her some of the fruit."

The girl immediately took away the glass and fed her slices of apple. Gia ate everything given to her. If she was going to escape, she would need energy. As she finished the apple the master stared at the petite girl ordered, "Now get out."

After the master entered the room and left the door open, the naked petite girl turned and rushed out of the room. The master turned, sat in a chair in the corner of the room and his eyes slowly scanned Gia's body. His ogling stare was critical, deep and analytical but Gia saw glimmers of appreciation, admiration and maybe even dome lust. She stared back at him and responded, "What the hell are you looking at and why are you keeping me prisoner?"

The massive master smiled a crooked smile and responded, "I'm staring at someone that broke into my home and I'm keeping her captive till the police get here. Of course, the police never really come out this far into the forest. It just so happens that my captive is also a very beautiful lady, so I am enjoying ogling your spectacular body."