Rice, Anne - Beauty Series 02 - Beauty's Punishment

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BEAUTY’S PUNISHMENT

Anne Rice

an erotic novel of discipline, love and surrender, for the enjoyment of men and women

A. N. Roquelaure

A PLUME BOOK

THE EROTIC NOVELS OF ANNE RICE WRITING AS A. N. ROQUELAURE

•The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty

•Beauty's Punishment

•Beauty's Release

Since 1983, A. N. Roquelaure has envisioned (for the uninhibited reader) a hypnotic and seductive

adult fairy tale in the Sleeping Beauty novels. Now, the author of this exquisite erotic trilogy

reveals her true identity—beckoning the reader into a sensuous world of forbidden dreams and

dark-edged desires ... a world in which traditional ideas of submission and dominance and gender

preference are thrown to the winds ... a world made irresistibly inviting by the adventurous spirit

and imagination of the unrivaled Anne Rice.

Published by the Penguin Group

Penguin Books USA Inc., 375 Hudson Street,

New York, New York 10014, U.S.A.

Penguin Books Ltd, 27 Wrights Lane,

London, England Penguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood,

Victoria, Australia Penguin Books Canada Ltd, 2801 John Street,

Markham, Ontario, Canada LSR 164

Penguin Books (N.Z.) Ltd, 182-190 Wairau Road,

Auckland 10, New Zealand

Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: Harmondsworth, Middlesex, England

First published by Plume, an imprint of New American Library,

a division of Penguin Books USA Inc. First published in a

Dutton edition.

First Plume Printing, 10 9 8 7

REGISTERED TRADEMARK—MARCA REGISTRADA

Roquelaure, A.N.

Beauty's punishment.

Seauel to: The claiming of Sleeping Beauty

ISBN: 0-452-26662-9

Scanned by ripper² July 22, 2002

PUBLISHER'S NOTE

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents

either are the product of the author's imagination or are used

fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or

dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

CONTENTS:

THE STORY THUS FAR

THE PUNISHED

BEAUTY AND TRISTAN

THE AUCTION IN THE MARKETPLACE

BEAUTY ON THE BLOCK

LESSONS FROM MISTRESS LOCKLEY

PRINCE ROGER'S STRANGE LITTLE STORY

THE CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD

THE PLACE OF PUBLIC PUNISHMENT

TRISTAN IN THE HOUSE OF NICOLAS, THE QUEEN'S CHRONICLER

A SPLENDID EQUIPAGE

THE FARM AND THE STABLE

SOLDIERS' NIGHT AT THE INN

GRAND ENTERTAINMENT

NICOLAS'S BEDCHAMBER

TRISTAN'S SOUL FURTHER REVEALED

MISTRESS LOCKLEY'S DISCIPLINE

CONVERSATION WITH PRINCE RICHARD

PUBLIC TENTS

MISTRESS LOCKLEY'S AFFECTIONS

SECRETS IN THE INNER CHAMBER

UNDER THE STARS

REVELATIONS AND MYSTERIES

PENITENTIAL PROCESSION

TRISTAN AND BEAUTY

DISASTER

EXOTIC MERCHANDISE

ANOTHER TURN OF THE WHEEL

VOLUPTUOUS CAPTIVITY

THE STORY THUS FAR

After her century-long slumber, the Sleeping Beauty opened her eyes at the kiss of the Prince, to

find her garments stripped away and her heart as well as her body under the rule of her deliverer. At

once, Beauty was claimed as the Prince's naked pleasure slave to be taken to his Kingdom.

With the grateful consent of her parents, and dazed with desire for the Prince, Beauty was then

brought to the Court of Queen Eleanor, the Prince's mother, to serve as one of hundreds of naked

Princes and Princesses, all playthings of the Court until such time as they should be rewarded and

sent home to their Kingdoms.

Dazzled by the rigors of the Training Hall, the Hall of Punishments, the ordeal of the Bridle Path,

and her own mounting passion to please, Beauty remained the undisputed favorite of the Prince and

the delight of her sometime Mistress, the lovely young Lady Juliana.

Yet she could not ignore her secret and forbidden infatuation with the Queen's exquisite slave,

Prince Alexi, and finally the disobedient slave, Prince Tristan.

After glimpsing Prince Tristan among the disgraced of the castle, Beauty, in a moment of

seemingly inexplicable rebellion, brings upon herself the very same punishment destined for

Tristan: to be sent away from the voluptuous Court to the degradation of harsh labor in the nearby

village.

As our story continues, Beauty has just been placed in the cart with Prince Tristan and the other

disgraced slaves to be taken down the long road to the auction block in the village marketplace.

BEAUTY'S PUNISHMENT

THE PUNISHED

Some, in desperation, glanced back at the high towers of the darkened castle. But no one was

awake, it seemed, to hear their cries. And a thousand obedient slaves slept within, on the silken

beds of the Slaves' Hall or in their Masters' and Mistresses' sumptuous chambers, unconcerned for

those incorrigible ones who were borne away now in the wobbling, high-railed cart, towards the

village auction.

The Commander of the Patrol smiled to himself as he saw Princess Beauty, the Crown Prince's

dearest slave, press towards the tall, heavily muscled figure of Prince Tristan. She had been the last

to be loaded into the cart, and what a lovely slave she was, he mused, her long, straight, golden hair

hanging loose down her back, her little mouth straining to kiss Tristan in spite of the leather bit that

gagged her. And how could the disobedient Tristan, with his hands bound to his neck as securely as

those of any other punished slave, solace her now, the Commander wondered?

He debated with himself: Should he stop this illicit intimacy? It would be simple enough to pull

Beauty out of the group and spread her legs as he bent her over the railing of the cart, spanking

with his belt her plump disobedient little sex for its impudence. Maybe Tristan and Beauty, both,

should be set down on the road and whipped behind the cart to teach them a good lesson.

But in truth the Commander felt just a little bit sorry for the condemned slaves, spoilt as they were,

even the willful Beauty and Tristan. By noon they would all have been sold from the block, and

during the long summer months of village service they would learn plenty.

The Commander rode alongside the cart now, catching another succulent little Princess with his

belt, punishing the rosy pubic lips that peeped through a nest of glossy black curls, and he plied the

strap all the harder when a long-limbed Prince sought gallantly to shield her.

Nobility even in adversity, the Commander laughed to himself, and gave the Prince exactly what he

deserved with the strap, all the more amused when he glimpsed the Prince's hard and writhing

organ.

Well-trained, the lot, he had to admit, the lovely Princesses with their nipples erect and faces

flushed, the Princes trying to conceal their swelling cocks. And as sorry as the Commander felt for

them, he couldn't help but think of the glee of the villagers.

All year the villagers saved their money for this day, when only a few coins would purchase, for the

whole summer long, a pampered slave who had been chosen for the Court, trained and groomed for

the Court, and must now obey the lowliest kitchen maid or stable boy who bid high enough at the

auction.

And what an enticing group they were this time, their rounded limbs still fragrant with costly

perfume, pubic hair still combed and oiled, as if they went to be presented to the Queen herself and

not a thousand leering and eager villagers. Cobblers, Innkeepers, merchants awaited them,

determined to exact hard labor for their money as well as pretty looks and abject humility.

The cart jostled the crying slaves, tumbled them together. The distant castle was now no more than

a great gray shadow against the lightening sky, its vast pleasure gardens concealed by the high

walls that surrounded it.

And the Commander smiled as he rode nearer to the thicket of lovely shaped calves and high-

arched feet in the cart, seeing a half dozen splendid unfortunates pressed to the very front rail with

no hope at all of escaping the soldiers' straps as the others crowded against them. All they could do

was squirm under the playful assault, baring hips and backsides and bellies again to the sting of the

belts as they bowed their tear-stained faces.

It was a luscious sight indeed, rendered all the more interesting, perhaps, by the fact that they didn't

really know what lay in store for them. No matter how much Court slaves were warned about the

village, they were never really prepared for the shocks that awaited them. If they had really known,

they would never, never have risked the Queen's displeasure.

And the Commander couldn't help but think ahead to the end of summer when, thoroughly

chastened, these same wailing and struggling young men and women would be brought back with

heads bowed and tongues silent in utter submission. What a privilege it would be then to whip them

one by one to press their lips to the Queen's slipper!

So let them wail now, the Commander mused. Let them twist and turn as the sun rose over the

rolling green hills and the cart lumbered ever faster down the long road to the village. And let the

pretty little Beauty and the majestic young Tristan cleave to each other in the very middle of the

press. They would soon learn what they had brought upon themselves.

He might even stay for the auction this time, the Commander thought, or at least just long enough

to see Beauty and Tristan separated and hoisted one after the other to that block as they deserved,

and sold off to their new owners.

BEAUTY AND TRISTAN

But, Beauty, why did you do it?" Prince Tristan whispered. "Why did you disobey deliberately?

Did you want to be sent to the village?"

All around them in the rolling cart the Princes and Princesses whimpered and bawled hopelessly.

But Tristan had worked loose the cruel little leather bit that had gagged him, and let it drop to the

floor. And Beauty at once did the same, freeing herself of the mean device with the aid of her

tongue and spitting it away from her with delicious defiance.

After all, they were condemned slaves, were they not, so what did it matter? They had been given

by their

parents as naked tributes to the Queen, told to obey during their years of service. But they had

failed. They were now condemned to hard labor and cruel use by the common people.

"Why, Beauty?" Tristan pressed. But no sooner did he ask the question again than he covered

Beauty's open mouth with his own so that Beauty could only receive the kiss, standing on tiptoe,

Tristan's organ lifting her moist sex which hungered for him desperately. If only their hands were

not bound, if only she could embrace him!

Suddenly Beauty's feet no longer touched the floor of the cart, and she tumbled forward against

Tristan's chest, riding him, the throbbing inside her so violent that it obliterated the cries and loud

wallops of the mounted soldiers' leather straps, and Beauty felt her breath sucked up and out of her.

For eternity she seemed to float, unanchored to the real world of the immense creaking wooden cart

with its high wheels, the taunting guards, the paling sky arching high over the soft dark hills and the

dim prospect of the village lying under a blue mist far below them. There was no rising sun, no

clop of the horses hooves, no soft limbs of other struggling slaves mashed against her sore buttocks.

There was only this organ splitting her, lifting her, and then driving her remorselessly to a silent yet

deafening explosion of pleasure. Her back arched, her legs out straight, her nipples throbbing

against Tristan's warm flesh, her mouth filled with Tristan's tongue at the same instant.

And dimly through the ecstasy, she felt Tristan's hips go into their final irresistible rhythm. She

could not bear any more, yet the pleasure was fragmented, multiplied, washing through her over

and over. In some realm beyond thought, she felt she was not human. The pleasure dissolved the

humanity she had known. And she was not Princess Beauty, brought as a slave to serve in the

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