Beauty's Sacrifice (dubcon, servitude, enslavement, domination, corrupted innocence, etc.)

[IsabellaRose]

The shadows had lengthened as the sun dipped low in the west, making the castle on the hill surrounded by the forest look even more forbidding. This late in the year the sun set early and although there was yet no snow on the ground, it was just a matter of time. Cold winds whipped down over the mountains and through the narrow passes that separated this tiny fiefdom from the neighboring realms.

The castle had seen better days. Grass and weeds choked the pathways and thick vines climbed the walls. Parts of the building were crumbling and uninhabitable, but light shone through a scant few of the windows proving that the place was occupied.

Belle had listened to her father plead his case from the hallway behind him, had heard the man with the bass rumble for a voice deny his request for an extension and discuss the terms of his service, the service that would pay off his debt. Her father bowed his head, meek, clearly terrified of this man's wrath. He didn't know she was there. She didn't think either of them knew. But she was about to let them both know.

Belle stepped out into the firelight and stood just behind and off to one side of her father, straight-backed and defiant, chin thrust out, eyes afire. In doing so she also thrust out her breasts and arched her back in such a way as to make her body even more enticing, but she hadn't thought of that. The blue and white peasant dress she wore was not designed to accentuate her curves, though it did not hide them. The skirts ended just below her knee, exposing a length of her toned calf. Both men looked at her, but it was the eyes of the man in the shadows that she felt the strongest.

Before her father could protest, she spoke. "My father owes you a debt, but I am here to make you and offer. Let him go, and allow me to work off his debt for you."

"Belle, no!" Her father turned to her, his tired body energized with the need to defend his daughter.

"Father, I insist. I cannot maintain the household alone, but you can. Now that I am eighteen, I should have been married off, but I refused all suitors. I am a burden on you. Let me stay here and pay your debt for you, while you keep our home safe and wait for my return."

She turned back to the lord of this manor. "Let my father go, and I shall remain as your humble servant. What say you, my lord?"

Belle's eyes searched his as she made him an offer, her heart fluttering nervously, although she did her best to hide it.

Edited June 24 by IsabellaRose
clearly stating Belle's age as 18

[NixNox]

"You would take your father's place?" came the reply from the shadowy figure. The voice was gruff, almost more like a growl than actual words. Belle's father tried to protest, but was silenced as the master of the castle held up a hand. Bell squinted at the darkness, trying to make out the details of the looming figure.

"Come into the light," Belle said to him and he acquiesced, stepping out of the shadows and into the flickering firelight. She gasped as she saw his true, bestial form. He was massive, he had to have been at least eight feet tall with broad shoulders and thick musculature to match. But the most striking thing about this man was not his size, but the fact that he was some sort of monster, covered in thick fur with fangs protruding from his short, lion-like muzzle. His eyes looked human, but were devoid of any sort of empathy or mercy.

"Answer the question," he commanded, "You would take your father's place?" He eyed her, now standing much closer, looking down to see into her eyes full of fear, but also innocence and determination.

"I will," Belle replied, her voice quivering with the barely concealed terror she felt at the thought of serving this monster

"Very well then," The Beast said, "He is free." The beast picked up her father with one massive hand and carried him off, throwing him into a carriage that via some strange sort of magic took her father away back toward Belle's former home, which she wondered if she might ever see again. 

"Come with me, there is much work for you to do," the Beast commanded Belle, leading her off toward his bedchamber.