Chester the chest of drawers

Samantha noticed how embarrassed Belle was about being naked as Belle tried to cover herself up with her arms and hands. "Wait right here!" said Samantha. "I'll be back shortly with a good friend of mine."

Belle was glad it was at least warm inside the castle, especially after the cold, harrowing walk she had taken through the woods. Alone, she started to look herself over. Many thorns and thistles had grazed her delicate skin, but the marks they left would heal. It was more like she was brush burned than cut. Why had she given in to the Bimbettes so easily? she asked herself. She was still puzzled at her own behavior. Did she want to be owned by them? Or perhaps to be sold to a band of traveling gypsies by them? More than likely they would have sold her after taking her virginity, and totally humiliating her. She pondered upon this a while, wondering what all they were planning to do to her. She remembered one of them mentioned spankings. They made it sound so sexy and appealing to her deep down inside. Her inner thighs were suddenly damp with her womanly dew. She was getting turned on by this?

It was Samantha who jolted her back to reality. "I've brought help, Belle!" she exclaimed. Right behind her lumbered a rather tall chest of drawers. "This is Chester" she began. "He was the official tailor of the castle before our transformation. His name is actually Chesterfield, but we all call him Chester for short. Only the Master of the castle calls him Chesterfield."

Chester gazed upon Belle's nude form. "You are very beautiful, my lady!" he exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure I can whip up something delicate yet very sexy for my lady to wear!" He bowed low before her, showing the proper decorum to a lady of high stature. "Let me get to work. It will only take a few moments. We'll have you dressed in no time!"

Much unknown to everyone, a tall, dark figure had been watching from the shadows. The figure was hideous with its horns, deep, piercing, glowing eyes and saber like teeth. All though it was dressed in the finery of royalty, it was covered from head to foot with a thick, furry hide. He looked long and hard at Belle's nude body. She was indeed a treasure. A treasure he would possess if he had his way. But why was she naked? Of course her being nude would make things like training her a lot easier. He pondered over whether or not he should allow Samantha and Chesterfield to continue dressing this vision of absolute beauty. He could jump out, and drag her straight to his dungeon lair, or he could show kindness and hospitality after she had been dressed. He struggled within himself as he fought with his own true nature.