Claudia, Laura, and Paula were a set of triplets who were typically called the Bimbettes. The girls had just finished their shift at the tavern and it was late at night. Things around the town had been tense after Belle went missing and her crackpot father
wandered the streets begging for aid to rescue his child but his general confusion of where in the woods Belle was even being held had most people throw their hands up at the would be inventor. As the days stretched to weeks and Belle continued her strange
absence, it became clear to the girls that Gaston was becoming worried for his would be bride and he would take the occasional hunting trip in the woods.
Laura was positive that eventually Gaston would realize that Belle would never come back and he would choose her for sure as she was the next most beautiful woman in all. Claudia was a bit of a slut and Paula had the most annoying
laugh. She was sure to get the ring on her finger from one of the handsomest and strongest man in the village. Speaking of her identical triplets they seemed to be in a bit of a foul mood themselves but than that was typical for them when Gaston disappeared
on them after all the time they'd spent complimenting him, stroking his ego and various parts of his body.
The silence was broken between them when Paula let out a gasp to see a monster holding onto Gaston's body in front of their house. The man was bruised and bloodied as his pants had been removed and the monster spoke, “Girls, enter
the house right now without screaming and I promise that I won't kill this worthless man in front of you.”
Like mice being dropped in to a serpent's den, Claudia began to shake as the monster blockaded the door with her wardrobe and had the girls line themselves up against the wall before dropping the man. In the light of their home,
Claudia was able to determine that she was female and was unlike anything that she had seen or heard of before. Like some unholy mix of wolf, oxen, and woman, she looked on edge whatever she was and Claudia tried to look for some way to distract and give her
sisters a chance to escape. Something about the creature's hair though seemed familiar and with her heart racing it suddenly occurred where she'd seen it before. It matched her own golden braid, a vanity she had hoped to use to capture Gaston's eye that even
if he couldn't have the real thing she was an acceptable. “Belle?”
The superiority in Belle's voice disappeared as she shouted, “Belle is gone, never to return.” The girls shrieked as Belle tossed Gaston at them and pinned Claudia with the heavy muscled hunter. “From now on you call me Bitch or
I tear out your tongues. Good, now I've grown tired of this muscle head looking for me so I want you to convince him to stop; I've found a monster in bed to satisfy me and I don't need Gaston making him jealous. This is how its going to go down, one of you
bimbos is going to marry this man, and the other two I'm going to make you wish you were dead and hold as my slaves. May the best woman win if she wants to stay a woman.”
Jasmine couldn't believe how unfair Jafar was playing this game. She had already kept her on the peak of orgasm for an hour and with his serpent staff wrapped around her waist, one end plunged in her ass while the other was firmly
planted in her pussy. Its tongue constantly flicking inside of her and keeping her stimulated so that for the last little bit the only word Jasmine could get out was Jafar's name as she worshiped his skill. In the state she had been placed it was easy for
her to agree to Jafar's terms not to corrupt or transfrom him or undermine his authority and in return she would have a kingdom's wealth to hoard as she wished.
With her surrender the snake stopped its thrusting and finally allowed Jasmine to relax. Jafar was spent and as he got in to the bed to doze, Jasmine called her tiger Rajah to her. Directing the tiger to join her on the bed, “Rajah,
soon my father will be giving his throne up to me we just need to provide him the perfect place for him to retire and never bother Jafar and I again. He's so old, perhaps if I get a little medicine in his drink he will hand over his throne to me as it should
be. Yes I think that's a wonderful idea.”