The Beauty the Sheriff and the Beast
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She was struggling against her bonds and tried to ask questions, but her voice was hindered by the duct tape on her precious lips. Belle could not help but gaze at the marvelous woman in front of her who, in her white strapped top, tried to struggle desperately out of the ropes that confined her. She wrinkled her forehead in a confused plea. Mr Gold had been her ally for most of the time she'd been in town and to be kidnapped by him and his henchman must have been a shock to her. But perhaps she would have expected the odd and dangerous from him. After all she'd seen him do so many things she disapproved of.
What was new to Emma was the fact that the beauty was there, viewing Emma's dismal state, and not taking action to improve the sheriff's position. Emma and Belle had gotten along well after her rescue from the asylum, which was no complete surprise as Belle had been head over heels for the blonde sheriff. The two had lived like friends and now one friend was merely gazing at the other. It confused Emma endlessly.
When the blonde noticed she wasn't going to be released from her bonds she gave in with a loud moaning sound and lowered her eyes to her feet in front of her. Emma's boots were strategically tied to each other so she couldn't really kick anyone during her struggles. A huff escaped her, albeit muffled, and it was at this point that Mr Gold limped into the cellar and came to stand behind Belle.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" He said, his voice low.
Belle could not tear her eyes from the woman in front of her. "Yes." She said breathlessly while her hands crept up her chest. "Very." Her body tingled.
Rumplestiltskin Gold turned his head to his fiancée and whispered in her ear. "Not like you. You two differ a great deal, dearie." He licked her ear and Emma winced at the display of affection in front of her. She made a loud sound but both Belle and Gold remained unaffected.
"Do you think we can get her to fuck?" Belle asked and Emma blanched. What was going on, she must be wondering, for her face showed she was dumbstruck.
Mr Gold leered over Belle's shoulder at the blonde female and showed a canine smile. "Perhaps." He murmured, then spoke louder. "Perhaps we can persuade her to satisfy us." His dark eyes traced the blonde's form. "Bodily."
Emma's eyes had opened wide in shock. The couple in front of her had started touching each other. Rumplestiltskin was fondling Belle's breasts through the fabric of her dress while she was arching her back into him. He hissed as her hand found the restrained swollen member in his pants and squeezed it. The veins on his hands showed he was using more power, was kneading his girl's breasts more forcefully now, and Belle parted her lips while she rested her head against his chest and arched her back even more.
"Oh," She gasped, fully aware Emma was finally here and was watching. "Oh, take me." She pleaded. Rumplestiltskin had no other reply than a hoarse: "My pleasure." Within an instant he had lifted her skirts and hooked his fingers round the elastics of her panties to shimmy them down her legs. His eyes travelled to the beautiful tied-up sheriff who had averted her gaze and squeezed her eyes shut. She was not willing to watch this display as she could tell where it was going.
Belle clicked her tongue. She too knew how stubborn their sheriff could be. "Emma, watch me?" She asked, but Emma did no such thing. Now Belle grew annoyed. She was flustered hot, and damp between her legs (Rumplestiltskin's hand stroking past her slit did not help at this), and wanted for Emma to watch her. Angry, she placed her hands on her hips and shouted. "Emma Swan, you'll watch us."
Emma jumped by Belle's sudden turn of behavior and opened her eyes to look at her friend. Or former friends. Emma wasn't quite sure in which category to place the male and female who stood in half a state of undress in front of her. Her eyes rolled to Rumplestiltskin who instead of his usual smirk gave her a stony look, then turned to Belle and flicked his tongue past her clit. As he buried himself between her legs to orally pleasure her, Belle nestled her fingers in his brown hair and threw her head back. This was bliss. She gasped and let out excited little moans at the nice feeling Rumplestiltskin was giving her. She was slowly building towards an orgasm when she realized, when she saw through half-lidded eyes, that Emma had stopped watching them and with eyes squeezed shut and head turned away she sat and tried to ignore the presence of the two lovers.
Belle's hands painfully tugged at Rumplestiltskin's hair and the man looked up at her to catch a brief frown on her face. His eyes darted to Emma and he saw what his beauty had meant. With a stern limp he went over to the sheriff and slapped her face hard. Her eyes opened in shock.
Behind Rumplestiltskin, Belle made her way to the closest niche which had been modified especially for the purpose she had in mind. They had thrown Emma on the exact right spot for her to view the niche and anything that would happen in it. With a ridge that would support Belle's bodyweight and allow Rumplestiltskin perfect access, it was the ideal place for them to rut in front of Emma's eyes. Some modifications had to be made because of Gold's human condition. He could not stand for long and he always needed support for his bad leg. While Belle positioned herself in the niche and with raised skirts spread her legs wide so Emma would have a good view of her cunt, Mr Gold was tugging Emma up painfully by the hair and hissed at her. "You will watch us, dearie. You will watch us, then join." He promised, and she winced in pain.
Then he let go and she fell painfully onto the solid cold floor. She gulped and looked up in fear. "Use the frame on her, Rumplestiltskin." Belle said as she gently stroked herself. Her core was aching, throbbing with excitement, and she slowly traced a finger past her flushed opening. She noticed how Emma's eyes for a moment spotted her and could tell how uncomfortable the blonde felt for seeing Belle so intimately. The dark-haired beauty smiled. "It's not so bad, Emma." She cooed, a finger dipping into her velvety wet opening. "Not so bad." She murmured, then licked her finger clean, making Emma blush.
Mr Gold had returned with a frame which he set behind Emma. With ease he pushed her into it so she sat up straight, then strapped her head to the top of the frame so she could not turn away.
"Each time you close your eyes," Rumplestiltskin panted near her ear, "Mistress Belle will hurt you, understood?" Emma did not reply, just tried a feeble nod which had become impossible in this position, and felt Rumplestiltskin's finger trail down her neck and chest. His lips briefly grazed her skin, then he was in front of her and unbuttoned his pants.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to get out of here, but when she failed to think of one she focused on the two copulating in front of her. Mr Gold had eased himself into Belle. The girl had gasped loudly at his length and sheer size, and was hissing with each thrust as she tried to accommodate his girth. She glanced down at their bodies to see where they joined, then threw her head back and let him pound her. With the low moans of ecstasy from her male partner, she opened her eyes again to glance over his shoulder and pull him close so she could see even more.
Emma was stuck in the frame she had been placed in. The thing functioned more like a mask to keep her head in place and a standard to support her spine. She was forced to sit up straight and could not move her head away to another side. Her eyes were open wide and her cheeks colored, but when she caught side of Belle she wanted to turn her gaze away. She tried to move her head and grit her teeth in pain. It was impossible. Then, the sheriff closed her eyes, and Belle growled in annoyance. She patted Rumplestiltskin's back, but the man was too lost in his thrusts and own pleasure to feel Belle's command for him to stop. He kept bucking his hips.
Belle arched her back. "Emma, you're not watching." She managed to rasp between moans, and Gold stirred inside of her. He slapped her thigh, then drove in at twice the speed he'd done before until he buried himself deep and with a groan filled his beauty with his semen.
He was panting heavily when he pulled out and reached for his cane. He helped Belle from the ridge and out of the niche, then watched as she walked past him and to their tied up companion.
Emma was wincing. She had tears in her eyes and gazed at the floor. Rumplestiltskin had promised Belle would hurt her if she didn't watch the two, and now she feared for what was about to come.
"Emma, Emma, dear." Belle said in a voice too sweet to belong to a punisher. She gently stroked Emma's chin with her fingers. "Shall we get you out of this frame?" She hummed.
Emma could not nod but her eyes told her captors how much she wanted to be able to move at least her head again, and they released her from the rather odd construction. Belle moved aside to Mr Gold and whispered to him. "Leroy can have it back. It doesn't work." Mr Gold merely nodded.
"Now, as for you," Belle caught Emma by surprise. The blonde had fallen to the floor the moment the frame had left her and like a snake struggled and wormed on the ground. She was still tied by rope and her mouth still covered by duct tape. She knew a punishment was near but for a moment had thought, when Belle released her from the frame, she might get away unscathed.
She was proven wrong when Belle yanked her up by gripping an end of the duct tape, then tore it off. Emma cried out in pain.
"Now, that's better." Belle said with a smile. "Any idea why you're here, sheriff Swan?" She started to toy with the woman's cheek, then her blonde curly hair.
"Yes," Emma replied hoarsely. "You're going to fuck me. But please," She pleaded, looking up at Rumplestiltskin. But the man, although shaken, pretended he did not hear the desperation in her voice as she begged for mercy. "Please, let me go. You don't want this, please. I always thought we were friends."
"Emma?" Belle said in surprise. "But we are friends, aren't we?" She caressed the sheriff's cheek but could feel Emma's jaw clench.
"Friends don't kidnap each other. Friends don't put each other in painful frames. Friends don't force friends." She sharply said.
"Oh, I've heard enough." Belle said, rolling her eyes. "Your words tire me, Emma." She turned to face her fiancé. "Don't they, Rumplestiltskin? Do they tire you?"
"Most definitely." The man replied while he stood grinning wolfishly.
"See?" Belle fluttered her hands about. "Speak again when you have something agreeable to say, dear. For now we'll use the mask."
Emma turned pale.
"But I? I?" She was silenced by a finger to her lips from Belle. "Ah-ah, no buts." This angered Emma and she did the first thing that came to mind. She tried to bite Belle's finger, But Belle dodged the attack and brought her finger close to her chest. "Well, have I ever?" She cried out impetuously.
Then she turned and took a mask from Rumplestiltskin's hands. She clipped it around Emma's head, tying it until it was all secured, and admired her work. The BDSM mask had been a gift from Ruby upon hearing Belle and Gold had been engaged. They had only used it once because truly, Belle didn't really need a face contraption that forced your lips wide apart. She laughed at the sight of Emma.
"Oh, Emma, you look like a doll." Belle clapped her hands happily. "An adult doll, don't you agree?" Though Emma rumbled protests which came out as uncomfortable sounds, Mr Gold nodded and came closer. Emma tried to move her still tied legs to make him trip and fall but he saw the attempt and whacked her legs hard with his cane. She cried out at the action and arched in pain.
"You only do this to yourself, you know." Belle said kindly as she rubbed the sore spot on Emma's legs. "You should just let us."
Emma trashed against their hands as they tried to unbind her and after a while Mr Gold, having grown tired with her struggles, ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I'll go get her drugged." He said, and Belle agreed.
"Oh Emma, Emma." She sang. "Why won't you let us enjoy you? And have you enjoy us? It's so simple to give in. Now you have our poor Mr Gold drug you."
Emma tried to push Belle away but Rumplestiltskin had returned and limped to her side with a glass of very polluted water. The drug. He brought it to her lips and despite her protests and attempts to pull away, there was no way for her with this mask on to close her mouth. The water poured in easily. The iron ring on the back of the mask was tightly in Belle's clutches as she pulled Emma's head backwards, forcing her to down it all.
The blonde's struggle continued for a good while until her body became weaker and she could not fight back anymore. She slumped and Rumplestiltskin and Belle undid her ties. They then clasped on a collar around her neck which they locked, and attached an iron chain to it which went onto the wall, allowing Emma only as much room to move. They then undressed her.
Belle marveled at the soft skin that was revealed and gasped in awe at the sight of Emma's womanhood. Her fingers traced the blonde curls and she kissed her skin. "Oh, my little sheriff is so pretty." She mewed.
Rumplestiltskin was biting the inside of his cheek. His fingers gently stroked Emma's skin. He could tell their captured princess was aware of their actions. The drug only rendered her unable to move, but she was still fully conscious. His fingers traced down her body to her pussy which he fingered a few times, then his hands left her body completely.
"We'll dress her in something nice." Belle said, and revealed a frivolous princess dress which reminded a lot of Belle's Fairy Tale costume. The dress missed parts at the top so Emma's boobs would come through, unclad and uncovered. They helped Emma into the dress, then moved her onto the slightly raised area which was to be her 'stage' and bed. They placed her down and Belle raised the sheriff's skirt. She then set herself in between the blonde's legs.
The cum of Rumplestiltskin, which had dried between Belle's legs, was rubbed against Emma's legs as Belle straddled her. "We'll have such a good time." She said with a bright smile as her hands slid up and down Emma's waist.
"I promise you. I've got so many plans for you."