Evangeline Anderson
Taming the Beast
Taming the Beast

Ellora's Cave
May 2009

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Sold into a life of prostitution by her greedy uncle, innocent Gisella Trelain finds herself a prisoner in a dark and ominous dungeon. Chained to the wall is a muscular, naked man named Tristan who tells her he is under a curse. Every month he is doomed to lose his humanity and take on the characteristics of a ravening beast—a beast with needs too savage to be satisfied by any ordinary woman. In order to break the curse, Gisella must submit completely to the beast and offer herself freely to slake his fierce sexual desires. But the stakes are high in this fairytale come true and if Gisella isn’t able to open herself completely to Tristan’s lusts, she may lose her life as she attempts to tame the beast.

The air in the dungeon was drafty and dank with a dusty, coppery smell like old blood. Gisella shivered as it swirled around her bare ankles, seeking a way up under the gauzy split skirt she was wearing. The skirt’s split came up well past her thighs and showed the barely there wisp of silk that was supposed to serve her as panties. In reality the tiny scrap of fabric barely covered the slit of her sex before it narrowed to a slender string that disappeared between her freshly shaven pussy lips.

The top of her outfit was scarcely more decent. A see through blouse woven of the finest silk was pulled tight over her full breasts. The pink buds of her nipples, made into hard little points by fear as much as the chilly dungeon air, were clearly visibly through the thin fabric. Anyone seeing her would have assumed that she was dressed for a seduction—but who or what was she supposed to seduce in the dark and sinister dungeon Gisella wasn’t sure.

She took another step forward, her slippered feet grating against the dusty stones, aware that the door behind her was locked and there was no going back. To one side she saw a huge four-poster bed piled high with rich quilts and thick mattresses. The sight surprised her—why should a prisoner have such rich sleeping arrangements? And was this where the seduction was to take place?

Not daring to think about the answer, Gisella made her way deeper into the labyrinth of darkness lit only by a few small torches that hung at intervals along the walls. There was something else in the far corner, a pile of something ivory and white that gleamed dully in the weak light and caught her attention. She walked cautiously forward and stopped, one hand flying to her mouth.

Bones. The ivory and white pile was composed of well-cleaned bones. Human bones.

The scream rising in her throat was cut off by a deep voice close by her left ear.

“So you’re the latest victim. Welcome to the lair of the beast, my lady.”