Belle and the Medusa

Belle awoke in the still-strange yet somehow familiar surroundings of the harem. Carried away from her village, hazy memories of her other life seemed impossible to focus upon, as if her life before entering the darkened chambers had been but a dream... tonight, she somehow knew, was the night. The night all slaves in the harem dreaded, the night when she would be summoned to the chamber of the mistress, the beast, Medusa herself!

The monster's glance turned men to stone... but sweet innocent slavegirls like Belle could approach, for the gaze of the Medusa had a hypnotic, soporific effect on the fairer sex. Already in a daze, the heady vapours of the creature's lair and the breath of the huge serpent who guarded it were enough to dull Belle's senses and desensitise her to the horror of her mistress' visage. And yet... some spirit remained! When the Medusa presented the chalice of poisoned blood, Belle fought and struggled and refused to drink!

But Medusa was used to breaking the spirits of slavegirls such as these... she bound Belle to the chair and plucked a candle from the altar. Slowly, lasciviously, she tortured the bound slavegirl with the hot wax from the candle, dripping it onto her arms and legs- then, in a burst of magical power, thrusting the burning candle right THROUGH the screaming maiden's arm! Almost teasingly, the foul creature tormented poor Belle, the flame burning her flesh to a cinder and yet leaving it somehow unblemished, untouched...

The Medusa's gaze promised only pain unless Belle obeyed. Defeated, she drank deep from the poisoned cup... the world span around her, the beat of heart like a drum in the darkness... completely hypnotised and in the beast's power now, she swayed and laughed, hardly feeling the pain as Medusa sliced open her arm to drink a first taste of the sweet nectar of her blood...