Belle Unbound Pt. 06

If you're just joining Belle's story, here's what you need to know:

Billy's transformation into Belle hasn't been by choice, but she's no longer just a pawn in her twisted neighbor Mr. Carver's game. She's starting to love her new identity and she's learned to play along, using his obsession to carve out small freedoms where she can. But the deeper she sinks into this world, the harder it is to tell where the act ends and where Belle truly begins.

Through Carver, she was introduced to The Circle--a criminal network of powerful men who collect and control 'girls' like her. There, she met Red--a fiery, sharp-witted beauty owned by the local police chief.

Red is more than just another captive; she's a kindred spirit. In just one day together, Belle found something she thought she'd lost--friendship, understanding, and maybe even something more. If there's a way out of this life, Belle knows she won't leave without her.

But escape won't be easy. Carver still holds the reins, and if Belle wants to survive, she'll have to keep playing his game. The difference now? She's done being his helpless doll. She's learning how to win.

This does depict an abusive relationship where Belle is in a power struggle with the creepy Carver and playing along while she discovers herself. It is all part of a longer story, a thriller which will have twists and turns. Belle ultimately is the hero of this story.

But if you don't like these themes then I have some other more tender stories to read.

All characters are over 18 and this is a complete work of fantasy and nothing more.

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Return to Carver's house

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As I drove back from the diner, the warm summer air rushing through the open windows, my thoughts were consumed with Red. The way her short, pixie-cut hair whipped around her face, the spark in her eyes when she teased me, the kindness in her voice.

For a moment, I let myself daydream of a life far away from Carver, from the Circle, from all of it. A little house somewhere by the ocean, the two of us sitting on the porch, laughing. The warmth of her hand on mine...

The car jolted as I hit a bump in the road, yanking me back to reality. I had more to do than daydream. Red and I weren't free. Not yet.

That's when Tyler came to mind. Back when I was Billy, he had been my best friend--my protector, my anchor. Strong, clever, and fiercely loyal, he was someone I could always count on. And right now, more than anything, I missed having someone like that. I missed him.

But as I lingered on the thought of Tyler, something shifted. The way I pictured him felt... different. The familiar sense of comfort remained, but there was something else beneath it now--something warmer, something that made my breath catch. I wasn't just remembering my best friend. I was seeing him through new eyes. Through Belle's eyes. And that thought unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

It was my only crumb of comfort when I'd been in the cellar with Carver and the Chief. I'd imagined it was Tyler making love to me, taking my virginity, not what was really happening down there. I swallowed the warmth rising in my chest.

Would he even recognize me now? Would he take one look and turn away in disgust--at how I looked, at what I'd done? Would he see me as something broken, something unnatural? Would he still protect me... or would he push me aside like a stranger? And if he knew about Red, about the world I'd been dragged into, what would he think then?

More than anything, I just wanted to talk to him. Even if I had to pretend I was still Billy. Even if I had to bury everything that had happened and act like nothing had changed. Just to hear his voice again, to feel like I wasn't completely lost. I ached for it.

Pulling into Carver's driveway, I cut the engine and took a deep breath. The station wagon was loaded with shopping bags--new clothes, soft and colorful things I'd bought with Red. Things that made me feel like the girl I was becoming. The girl I wanted to be now.

I knew I had to keep the illusion going now. Pretend to be nothing more than Carver's girl. Loyal, willing and submissive to his whims.

Carver was waiting when I walked in, his eyes flicking from my face to the bags with a mix of curiosity and hunger.

"Well, well," he drawled, his smile lazy but sharp. "Let's see what my special girl has brought home. Show me."

I swallowed my nerves and smiled sweetly. "A fashion show? Just for you?"

He chuckled, settling into the armchair like a man prepared for a long, enjoyable evening.

"Exactly. Let's start with the sweet and work our way to the spicy."

I took my time, enjoying the feel of each outfit as I slipped it on.

First came a sundress in soft lavender, the kind that felt like summer itself. The fabric was light and airy, the skirt flaring just enough to catch the air when I moved. I stepped forward, letting the delicate material swish around my thighs, then spun once for effect. The soft hue complemented my skin, making me look almost innocent--almost. The thin straps rested on my shoulders, leaving just enough bare skin to tease the imagination.

Carver leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp and appraising. Then came the low whistle, slow and deliberate, curling at the edges with amusement. I held my pose, chin slightly lifted, waiting for his judgment.

"Pretty as a picture," he said, his eyes darkening.

Next, a pair of denim shorts and a snug tank top--perfect for lazy afternoons and porch swings. This one was my favorite. It made me feel lighter, freer. And more than anything, it reminded me of Red. She'd picked it out, after all, and it was exactly the kind of thing that punky, mischievous girl would look incredible in.

I turned slowly, giving Carver a playful over-the-shoulder look, aware of how hot my ass looked in the shorts.

"Girl-next-door charm," he murmured. "You wear it well."

I had a few other things, but most were practical--meant for working in the garden or lounging around the house. But I knew what Carver was waiting for. What he wanted to see. And I wasn't going to deny him the pleasure any longer.

Reaching into the last bag, I pulled out the chemise. Black silk, delicate lace, and a neckline that plunged dangerously low. The fabric pooled in my hands like liquid, smooth and cool, a stark contrast to the heat creeping along my skin. I let out a slow breath and slipped it on, the silk gliding over my body, settling against every curve. The lace clung at the bust, teasing more than it revealed, while the hem skimmed the tops of my thighs, whispering with every shift of my hips.

A shiver traced my spine, anticipation curling in my stomach as I stepped forward, fully aware of Carver's gaze locking onto me. It was a touch without contact, a weight pressing over my skin. He didn't say anything right away, just let his eyes travel the length of me, slow and indulgent. I could feel the approval in his stare before he even spoke.

"This one's for you," I whispered, meeting his eyes as I walked toward him.

The air between us felt electric. I let my fingers trail down the neckline, a teasing smile on my lips as I twirled slowly, the hem brushing high on my thighs. I was playing a dangerous game, but I knew how to keep Carver on my side.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick. "And you know just how to wear it."

I sank into a mock curtsy, my heart racing. Keeping Carver happy was a matter of survival, but I was also learning how to wield my own power.

Belle maybe beautiful, but she was also clever enough to know that the game wasn't over--not by a long shot.

I stayed in the chemise that evening for our dinner before retiring to the sofa. Carver switched on the TV, but his hands were like an octopus, feeling every inch of my body. My outfit and my demeanour had got him hot under the collar.

"Belle my love, why don't we retire to the bedroom" Carver spoke as he kissed my shoulder.

I had no option but to agree. He led me into his bedroom before pushing me onto his bed. He stripped quickly. I didn't know if I preferred his body in lingerie that struggled to fit or plain naked, with his pot belly, liver spots and saggy skin. Neither was particularly appealing.

He was soon on the bed, kissing me, hands roaming around. He knelt over me, his cock inches from my face. I took the obvious instruction and placed my lips to his tip before taking him into my mouth and suckling on his cock.

"Belle my love, I'm so proud of the girl you are becoming. Are you going to please Daddy tonight?"

I nodded, all I could do in the circumstances. Hoping it would be over quick.

Carver reached for a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a jar of lube. His hand slipped under my chemise, massaging the lube into my ass hole. Preparing me.

Once he was aroused enough moved down the bed, flipped my legs up in the air over his shoulders.

The pain had eased a lot in the day, but I was still sore from yesterday with my session in the cellar with Carver and the Chief. But there was no point protesting. Carver wanted to have his way with me whatever.

In the cellar I could see how jealous he was of the Chief having me first, even though I was sure he'd paid Carver a pretty penny for the privilege of taking my virginity. Nothing I could say was going to stop him having his way with his prize girl.

He lubed up his long thin cock before inserting a finger into me and rubbing the cold strange gel into my hole. He probed inside of me, pushing me a mite to ease his passage later.

He picked up a small bottle and popped the lid under my nose, the same odd scent filling me with a strange euphoria as he'd given me the day before. I'd guessed it would help him inside of me as well.

Finally he started to push his cock into me. I was getting used to the pain as he pushed against my tight hole. I gritted my teeth and tried to calm my breathing, pushing past the pain, welcome the intruder into my most intimate space.

"Gosh Belle, you are so damn lovely and tight in your pussy."

Soon he was all the way inside pumping me. His hips slapping into my ass.

"Ohh Belle, that's it. Take my cock you little whore. Take it!"

I forced myself to put on a show, pretending to revel in it as Carver groaned and strained. But the lie wasn't just for him--it was for me too. Because, deep down, I wasn't just pretending. Some part of me did enjoy it.

It had become a defense of sorts--a way to push past the shame and humiliation, to twist them into something else. I let another part of me take over, a part that thrived on being a sex object, that relished the shame of being treated like a slut. A secret part of me that wasn't pretending at all. It was hungry for it.

I was starting to get seriously aroused, blocking out Carver and focussing on myself and my own pleasure. My hand slipped down to my cock, teasing it with my fingers, getting it hard as my orgasm started to build slowly.

But I could feel Carver was way ahead of me. He just wanted some satisfaction and fast. With a grunt like a pig he came hard inside my ass, filling me up with his hot spunk. Satisfying himself and no one else, least not me.

He collapsed onto the bed, pushing me to one side. I'd had my use. I waited till he was asleep before sneaking out, cleaning myself off and slipping back to my own bed.

For the next few weeks this was my life. To be used by Carver when he pleased.

I was thankful that there was nothing like that first time in the cellar. Sometimes he would wine and dine me, treat me like a lady. Most of the time I was just there to just be a vessel to dump his cum into. I actually preferred the latter, it meant it was over quickly and I didn't have to pretend to like him.

I carried on working in the garden in his skimpy, figure hugging outfits, while he would watch. Perving over my every move.

Sometimes he would get too horny and call me in for a quick fuck bent over the kitchen work top, or a blow job on the veranda. One time he even fucked me in the dirt, bent over on all fours, my face in the dry mud and dust.

I didn't mind, I just needed to switch my brain to that slut mode deep inside, try and enjoy it and gain my own pleasures.

But the more I let him have his fun, flatter his ego, the more life became easier for me.

But I also noticed how this was getting a little too easy for me. It was all working a little too well. I found myself craving cock more and more. Even though I still hated Carver and found him repulsive. As much as I tried to deny it, I enjoyed sucking cock, being fucked in my ass. Being submissive to someone, objectified. I even enjoyed being shamed and humiliated at times. Things I shouldn't like, but found myself fantasising about more and more. But at least it made my life tolerable.

My thoughts were now much more feminine too.

How was he doing this to me? Was it already there in my psyche, ready to be unlocked, or was this some sort of weird hypnosis he was using on me? As much as I felt used and groomed by Carver, I didn't want to go back to being Billy. I was Belle forever. I loved being her. She felt like the real me.

My good behaviour earned me some trust. I managed to get out into town a few times to go shopping for food and clothes, occasionally to get things for the garden. Each time I did I deposited some of my wages into an account that both Carver and Delilah didn't know about. Something I might be able to use to get away from here.

Delilah. My step mother. The one who had sold me to Carver in exchange for dealing with her debts so she could run off with some poor sucker.

Delilah was someone who I hadn't heard about for a long while now. She wasn't coming back, not to the house. I knew that now. To start with I'd been taking all of this from Carver as a way to get back at her, but now thoughts of hatred and revenge were turning at Carver and the Circle. I'd find a way to get back at him. It may take some time, but damn I was going to have my pound of flesh from Carver one day.

But Delilah was someone who I could take revenge on sooner rather than later.

So I decided now was the time to cash some chips in with Carver. God knows I'd earned it.

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Carver's treat

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Work that day had been fairly light in the garden. The tough, back breaking work had been completed, now it was the smaller tasks. I was wearing my usual tight shorts that showed everything with a tight lycra top. It wasn't the most feminine outfit, but it showed Carver a good amount of my tight taut body. My flat stomach and small six pack, my cute ass and legs. My small growing breasts.

I had noticed my breasts were definitely becoming breasts. At first I thought it was some mistake, but there was no doubting now. They had some shape in the tight top, moving around noticeably as I worked. I wouldn't need a bra, but they could certainly sit in one now.

But I was pleased, it made my body more feminine, which was what I wanted now. I'd made the switch to Belle and I wasnt looking back. But I was a bit curious as to why.

My ass felt fuller too. Wider, again more feminine. Before I'd guessed it was proper eating from Carver's cooking filling me out. But no, this was different. There were other things too, my skin was softer, even my voice was different.

Maybe living as a girl 24/7 was affecting my hormones? Or maybe it was something more? My mind and my body moulding into Carver's perfect girl. How was he doing it?

Carver was certainly enjoying the fruits of his work, leering at my body from the veranda all morning. Watching the sweat drip down my chest, making the top almost see-through. I could see he was aroused watching me. I teased him by bending over here and there, making the most of my round curvy booty.

I sashayed over to him. Now he was all riled up it was a good time to put my plan into action. Use him for once. To do that I knew I had to let him use me first.

"Daddy, you've been so good to me, I was wondering if I could do something for you tonight?"

The truth was I was doing everything for him, each and every god damned night. But I needed to make this night special, build up a lot of credit with him before I started to cash out.

"Why my darling girl, what a thoughtful child you are. I would be delighted. What did you have in mind?"

I posed coquettishly, almost bimbo like. As if thinking and talking at the same time was difficult for me.

"How about a little role play and dress up. I have something you might like. But I'll keep it a surprise."

I could see the tent pole in his trousers confirm I'd been successful. A wicked smile crossed his face.

"You know the moment I saw you I thought there's a good candidate for one of the Circle's 'good girls.' But never in my wildest dreams did I think you'd turn into something so special so fast. I think you are my greatest achievement yet. I'm very proud of you Belle."

His words sounded genuine. I smiled in a bashful way, as if the compliment meant the world to me. I was pleased, pleased that my plan was working. That I had his trust.

I showered up, shaved what little hair I needed to shave, then moisturised my body so it was soft.

Then I grabbed the outfit I'd put together for this moment.

I slipped on some cotton panties. They were white with a cute duck on the front. Next was a push up bra. I'd found one that actually gave me some cleavage with my growing breasts.

Over the top came a satin blouse. It was almost a size too small, but it showed off my figure and made the most of my little bosom.

Then the short pleated skirt in red plaid with a high waist and a decretive buckle. The skirt barely covered my ass cheeks. Again, it was a couple of sizes too small so I could ensure the hem skimmed the very top of my thighs and showed the leggings of the soft curves above.

Next were some long socks in white. I hitched them all the way up my thighs, like stockings. The last item was a tie. It had been a while since I'd worn one, and it took a few goes to get it right.

The shoes were black patent with a very high heel and a slight platform. When I saw them in the store they had been the whole inspiration for the look I'd put together.

They had two buckles, one around the ankle, another just below with a buckle, making them look like classic Mary Jane's. Only these were very sexy version of the classic shoe. Seems that Mary Jane girl had turned into a very naughty slut.

I bent over in the mirror, the high heels making my butt more pert than ever. I smiled as my peachy curves peaked out of the pleated micro skirt.

I started to work on my hair and make up. After weeks of tutoring from Carver I was getting pretty good. I opted for glossy lips, big sculpted eyes with long lashes. I added some extra blusher to my cheeks. The final touch were some fake freckles, just below my eyes.

My hair was longer than ever before, so making to pig tails from my sandy coloured hair was fairly easy. Each was tied with pink bows.

I stood to admire myself in the mirror. A cheeky and very sexy high school girl looked back at me. I was straight out of a cheesy porn film, but hotter than any of those girls.

There was one final touch. A lollipop I'd bought from the candy store when I knew I was going to use the outfit.

I walked down stairs, attempting a half skip on each step to enhance the girlyness.

Carver was at the bottom, his jaw on the floor. I smiled as I pranced past him into the living room.

"Why don't you sit Daddy. I would love to sit on your knee." I affected my best baby voice.

Carver was hard for me. I could see it in the way he shifted in his seat, in the way his slacks tented, straining against him. For once, he obeyed without question, moving like a man hypnotized.

I let him take his seat, then bent at the waist--slow, teasing--wiggling my hips just enough before lowering myself onto his lap. I draped myself across him, light as a feather, my legs swinging idly like a bored girl with nothing better to do.

Bringing the lollipop to my lips, I sucked on it slowly, swirling my tongue over the candy before pulling it free with an audible pop. I let my lips glisten, let him imagine them wrapped around something else. His breath hitched.

"Have I been a good girl for Daddy?" My voice was syrupy sweet, innocence wrapped in temptation.

"Oh--a very good girl," Carver rasped. His usual confidence wavered, cracking at the edges. This was working. The tables were turning. I traced a finger down his chest, featherlight.

"Then... can Daddy do something to make me happy?" I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear, whispering, "If he does, I can make *him* very happy."

His pupils were blown wide, his breath coming in short, sharp gulps. I could feel the tension coiling in him, the power shifting between us.

"Whatever my little angel wants," he breathed.

I pouted, letting my lips hover just above his. "Well... it's kind of *naughty*." I bit my lip, feigning hesitation. "If you do it for me, Daddy, I think you have to give me at least ten spanks for being such a bad, bad girl."

I was playing a greatest-hits collection of his kinks and turn-ons, twisting them to push him further, to make *him* submit to *me*.

Carver swallowed hard. His grip on my waist tightened. "Let me hear what you want, baby-doll," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "And I'll decide just how much punishment you deserve."

I nodded, eyes wide while I sucked on my lollipop. I felt his hand run along my thigh, up towards my crotch. My cock twitched. I guess I was enjoying the role-play too.

I took a moment, letting the pause build up. Then I asked.

"My step-momma was very mean to your baby-doll. Cruel. I don't like her very much."

"Oh she was, but you don't have to worry about her, I don't think she's ever coming back."

I knew as much, but it was good to have it finally confirmed.

"I think Daddy should punish her. She took my other Daddy's money, didn't give me anything for nice clothes and shoes. Can my special Daddy punish her? Make her lose all that money that wasn't hers to begin with?"

Make her hurt like she hurt me. Make her suffer like I had, I added in my mind.

A grin crept across Carver's face. Realisation of what I was asking. I knew a cruel man like Carver, who had already swindled Delilah out of a large amount of her cash already, would find this task too easy. Too much fun.

"Does my baby-girl want broke, broke and busted, or broke, busted and in jail."

I pretended to think about the answer. Affecting a bimbo again, for whom any type of thought was hard.

Then I leaned in close to Carver, my lips inches from his.

"I think the last one Daddy. Does that make me a naughty girl?" I whispered to him.

Carver gulped again. "Well yes my little honey-pie. I think it does. Twenty spanks on the bare!"

I feigned shock. "If you say so Daddy."

I stood up, put the lollipop down, then bent over his knee. Carver lifted up my short pleated skirt, examaning my ass in the tight white panties before roughly pulling them down to my thighs, bearing my behind. He gently caressed my ass cheek, examining my soft pink curves. All the while I held my breath and waited for the shock of pain about to come.

Then a whack. I yelped as the searing pain of his hand hitting my ass sent a shockwave of pain through my body.

Carver took his time with the smacks, each one hurting a bit more. I could feel my bottom growing warmer. When he got to the teens it was really hurting. Heat radiating through my body. Genuine tears started to fall down my face.

"Oh this is so humiliating Daddy. Spanked on the botty!" I squealed, managing to stay in character through the tears. Truth was the submissive side of me was enjoying this.

The twentieth hit was the hardest, causing me to scream in pain and shake my legs. I then felt his had smooth over my cheeks, rubbing the pain away. As if he cared for my suffering.

His caring caress of my ass stopped, I felt his hand move before his fingers started to prize my cheeks apart. Soon he was probing my bud, pushing his bony finger into my hole.

I couldn't say I was surprised. His hard on had been poking hard into my stomach throughout the spanking.

"Thank you Daddy," I mumbled. "Would you like to fuck me now, or can I suck you off?"

Carver didn't answer, he grabbed me, lifting my body and placed it on the edge of the sofa, my ass pointing towards him. I pulled my legs as far apart as I could, my panties were still around my thighs.

In no time Carver was on me like a hungry animal. I wasn't lubed, I hoped he'd grab some, but soon I realised he was too horny to bother. I heard him spit and rub that on my hole, but it wouldn't be enough. This was going to hurt.

He pushed his cock in, I cried in pain. Harder and harder he thrusted. My hands grabbed the sofa. My girly character gone. "Oww, owww, fuck! Fuck it hurts!" I yelled.

Carver ignored my cries. His cock pushed further, I gasped for air, my ass felt like it would rip apart. It was relentless. Squeezing into my tight hole. I tried my best to calm myself, ease him in, but the pain was searing and intense.

"I'm going to fuck you hard you sexy little bitch. This is what naughty girls get."

Finally with one last push he was in me. I felt my ass pop around the head of his penis as I expelled all the air in my chest. Relieved he was inside of me.

Normally the pain goes away at this point, but I could still feel the soreness, the heat of my poor ass as he pushed deeper into me.

"Fuck! Oh god, oh fuck!" I cried out.

Carver slowly pulled out, before thrusting back in, knocking the wind out of me. Soon he was pounding away, his hips slapping into my sore ass cheeks. Ravishing me.

"Gnnggg!! Gnnggg! Oh fuck you little bitch! Gnnnggg!"

I could hear him grunt and groan like a wild boar. It was then I realised, I'd unleashed the real Carver. The wild monster below the creepy southern gentleman persona he put on.

"Gnnngg, fuck you. Gnnnggg little whore! Gnnnggg"

His words were feral, his fucking was almost animalistic. I could feel him spitting on my back, his hand grabbing my hair and holding it tightly. His breath was hard, almost wheezing. My body shook from his assault.

But despite myself, despite what was happening and who was doing it, I was enjoying it. My cock was rock hard and I could feel my orgasm building. His cock deep inside was hitting something that was sending waves of pleasure through my body. I started to want it deeper inside, for his penis to hit that magic spot again and again. To revel in being a slut for this creep.

"That's it, oh fuck me daddy, fuck my little girl pussy hard. Cum for me daddy."

My mind was a mess, hating what was happening, what I was saying, but so turned on by the situation. It was like the shame I felt only intensified my feelings. Like two sides of my brain were in conflict. So I tried to focus on the side that was enjoying being used.

My mind started to go foggy, like I was in some sort of daze or had taken a drug of some kind. My body was in sync, the pain gone, replaced only by wanton pleasure. I could feel my orgasm was close, my body warm, my breathing fast. My vision blurred.

"Gnnggggg!!! Oh fucckkkk!!"

Suddenly Carver came, without ceremony or warning. Spurting deep into my ass.

But thankfully at the same time I felt my own orgasm crescendo. Perhaps it was his own explosion that pushed me over the edge. I jerked up and down, my back arching as my cock spurted a string of cum into my panties.

Carver held his cock in me for just a few moments, catching his breath as he came down from the beast he'd turned into, before roughly pulling out, causing me to cry out again in pain.

The room was a blur. I could feel all kinds of sensations across my body. My cum, sticky and hot in my cotton panties while Carver's cum dripped from my ass.

Carver stood up, he was red from the exertion. He panted heavily, but he finally found enough air to order me around nonetheless. "Clean it slut!"

I dutifully obeyed, even though my body felt wrecked. I slipped to the floor, licking and sucking his cock clean. Tasting both his cum and taste of my ass on his now flaccid dick.

As I cleaned off I looked up at him.

"Daddy, you won't forget your promise? I want to see that bitch suffer."

"That was so good baby-girl. So very good. I'll do what you ask. But do keep the outfit baby-doll. I liked that. Liked that a lot."

I bet you did you creep, I thought to myself.

I could feel the adrenaline and the effects of my orgasm slipping away and the pain from what my body had been put through start to appear.

My legs were stiff from holding an awkward position while Carver had pounded on me.

Carver slumped to an armchair. Exhausted and satisfied. He thought he had me for good. That he'd be able to use me like this forever. Well asshole, we'll see about that. You aren't as smart as you think. You may have found Belle, but you sure as fuck don't own her.