The Beauty the Sheriff and the Beast

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Emma cried out in pain and sat up straight. Her throat had gone dry and she tried to take the mask off which was strapped around her face. Naturally it didn't work.

She wondered why they had left her to wear it. She wasn't going to suck any cock soon, was she? The only one around who had such a queer organ was Mr Gold, Rumplestiltskin, and he was betrothed to Belle. Would she seriously have her give him a blowjob?

She moaned in pain and explored her surroundings by hand. She was on a raised tier with straw and a blanket. To her right there seemed to be a wooden box with a hole. The rest of the dungeon, or cellar, or whatever it was.. her prison… was dark and contained several uninviting and painful looking adult toys and tools.

She shivered at the thought that Belle would punish her for not looking when she and Rumplestiltskin had 'done the deed'. She disliked her prospect more and more.

"Ah, princess Swan, you are awake." Rumplestiltskin approached with his cane and limp. Emma was reminded instantly of the pain she felt in her lower legs from when he had hit her. Had Belle actually been okay with that, she wondered? With a frown she tried to crawl away from him but the collar and the chain allowed her only as much movement. She turned her head aside. Perhaps she had been wrong and she was expected to give this man a blowjob after all.

Mr Gold grinned at her. "How do you like your new home, dearie? We've gotten you a comfortable bed, some facilities, some toys." He gestured with his hand as he spoke and Emma's eyes budged.

Wait, the wooden box with the hole in it? Seriously, that was meant to be her toilet? "Fuck you." She tried to say, but only gurgled sounds came out. Despite the mask's barricade Mr Gold seemed to have caught her meaning. "Oh, yes, very soon."

She glared evilly at him.

"Mistress Belle is almost ready for you. Have a little more patient my dear." Emma wanted for Gold to step closer to her so badly. She prayed he had come with the intent of fucking her face just so she could tackle his cane the moment he would step up to her. Without his cane he would fall and she could easily knock him out. She sat up straight and alert, waiting for him to approach but he never did. He merely stood in the faint light of the cellar's ceiling bulb and grinned at her mischievously. Emma's hands fluttered to her chest and she realized her dress covered many parts of her body but not her breasts. With a face as red as a tomato she stared down at herself the best she could. She thought she could not feel more ashamed. Had they robbed her of everything?

Belle entered the dungeon with zeal, a whip in her hand, and made her way over to the raised tier. She halted in front of Emma and smiled. "Good morning, Emma dear. How are you feeling?" Emma tried to make a sound but her throat hurt too much.

"Ah, that's right." Belle took a bold step closer. "You behaved so nastily to us the other day that we had to punish you. I think this mask has done the trick for now. We can't expect for a beginner to know what she's getting herself into, can we?" She winked and Emma felt sick.

"Now, how about I remove this mask and you'll keep from protesting?" the dark-haired beauty hummed. "Though there are some rules, I'm afraid. You only speak when we ask you to, and each time you don't do as we say we get to punish you." Her eyes met those of the swan. "Understood?"

Emma looked at her for mercy but found none. Belle removed the mask and allowed the blonde the time to test her jaw. Mr Gold offered her a glass of water at Belle's signals and she downed it gratefully.

"I still don't know why-" Emma started, but was whacked by Belle's whip. "Ouch! Why did you have to-" Another smack. Emma winced. "I get it!" She started to say, but Belle whipped Emma's breasts hard and made the blonde hiss. For a moment it was silent and only Rumplestiltskin's chuckle could be heard. He had set himself at one end of the dungeon and enjoyed the sight of the two girls. Belle was going to train their new 'pet'. This was bound to be interesting. His excitement was not hid, for his hand was fondling the front of his own pants. Emma noticed this and gave him a cold glare. The smug bastard.

"Emma, Look at me." Belle sang, and Emma did as requested. "Good, now, princess," Belle parted her lips but instead of continuing with her words she wrapped her arms around Emma's neck and kissed the woman firmly. Emma's arms circled around Belle's waist in confusion. It had been instinctual. With the way Belle had allowed herself to fall forward Emma's arms moved to catch her in an embrace. The kiss deepened and their tongues intertwined. Why the heck was she responding? Emma scolded herself mentally and received a slap on her ass by Belle's hand. The kiss broke abruptly at that.

Emma's confused eyes penetrated the cheery ones of Belle. "Good." The brunette said. "We're making process."

Belle tugged at her own skirts and lifted them to show Emma she was wearing no underwear. Her pussy, half-hidden by brown curls, was leaking juices and looked slightly red. Her clit was swollen.

"I'm ready for you, Emma." Belle panted breathlessly. "I have been ready every day since you saved me from the asylum." Emma's eyes widened. "Now please me and make me cum." She said, as if they were the lines of a romantic fairy tale.

"I don't kno-" Another hit on her breasts, Emma's nipples peaked painfully. Her protest had been punished roughly and instantly, and with a grunt of Rumplestiltskin in the back of the dungeon (his penis was out of his pants by now and he was stroking it fervently), Emma leaned forth and pushed Belle's skirts aside. The brunette spread her legs wide and guided Emma's head to her pussy. The sheriff had decided to use her fingers at first, feeling it might be a clever way to avoid anything more intimate, and stroked her fingertips past the sensitive flesh of the younger girl.

Belle ordered her to move them faster and she inserted one to the knuckle, then two when she was commanded. She moved them up and down and created a slick trail of Belle's juices which fell upon the cold floor of the dungeon.

The brunette looked over her shoulder at Rumplestiltskin and winked. She had to make sure he was watching, and he was. His hand firmly and steadily slid up and down his hardened manhood. It made Belle chuckle, but then she gasped and her attention returned to the blonde between her legs.

The girl was reaching her peak and forced Emma to stop. "No, Not like this." She said, a hand flat against Emma's face. "I want you to use your lips and taste all of me." Emma was displeased with Belle's new whispered order and showed it by scowling. Belle's palm traced past her lips, then she gripped the whip again and smacked Emma's breasts hard. The blonde quickly dipped her head, only to feel her own skirts raised by her mistress and then received another smack on her bare buttocks.

Spurred on by these punishments, Emma eagerly started to lick and nip the other girl's pussy. This was a new experience for the sheriff and she felt awkward sniffing the other girl's sex and having her nose buried between the other girl's folds. She kissed, licked and nipped, and in her mind tried to image all sorts of sweets and candy that would make her task that much lighter.

Belle cried out as her orgasm started to build again. Emma's fingers had been good, her tongue was even better. She twisted her hands in the sheriff's golden curls and fisted her hair while keeping her in place. Her body jerked at the sensual ministrations of the blonde. Belle forced Emma's head firmly against her pussy.

The beauty tossed her head and yelped and moaned. "Oh, Rumple, this feels so good. You should feel her too. She's miraculous."

Promptly she came and let out a gush of fluids which she forced Emma to lap up, all of it. The blonde sucked her juices and inserted her tongue deep to get out the last of it. Then, when Belle's grip on her head had gone, she careful sat up straight again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. But Belle caught her wrist and glared dangerously at her.

"Emma," she said, hurt. "You must revel in my juices." She tripped over her own words. "I mean, you may not ever wipe away any of my gifts, or those of my soon-to-be-husband." She gave Emma such a sulky expression that for a moment the blonde felt ashamed for what she'd just done. But a hard smack against her bare breasts made her snap out of her odd state of mind and she was instantly reminded of her misfortune.

"Rumplestiltskin? Rumplestiltskin, come here! I want to see her suck you off, dear."

Emma froze in terror when Mr Gold slowly limped his way to her. Determined to fight back, Emma lashed out the moment he was near enough for her to reach him. She grabbed for his cane but Belle pulled her back and while she screamed she tried to kick the cane away with her feet.

"Now that is not nice, Emma." Belle muttered in her ear, and Emma's movements stilled as she realized the girl had her in an embrace. Emma's back was pressed against Belle's chest, and she calmed a bit. Her eyes sought Rumplestiltskin's face, and she found him looking down at her with a hard expression. He looked completely like Storybrooke Gold now. That look he had given her many a time while in the cursed town. It held honesty, and regret. He was trying to hide his feelings, Emma could tell, and she figured Belle knew it too for the girl urged him to sit down. Rumplestiltskin did as asked and sat on his knees. His cock was rigid and for a moment Emma found herself wishing she still wore that mask. There was no way she could accommodate such a large cock between her lips. It was just not done. For a brief moment she wondered how Belle did these sorts of things.

But the brunette had pushed her over so she was on hands and knees and held her skirts raised. Emma's face came awfully close to that throbbing organ which belonged to Gold, and flinched when she felt him grip her hair and guide her to the tip of him. Belle had positioned herself behind her and with her own knees forced those of Emma apart. The sheriff could hear Belle tap the whip in her hand. The brunette sat ready to punish her if needed.

But what could she do wrong except choke on this dick? Not swallow it all? Swallow.

Emma suddenly felt sick again and the quest of taking his dick in had become almost impossible when he forced her head on top of him. She parted her lips on his command and slowly the head of his cock made its way in. She made choking noises and felt Belle knead the skin of her thighs hard. It was odd to be with her legs apart and her cunt showing to another female, but it was even odder to suck Rumplestiltskin's dick. She started quite good on it though. With her fantasies of sweets filling her mind again she started to suckle his skin in an agreeable pace, and soon she felt his fingers massage her scalp before he started to guide her up and down his shaft. Her suckling increased, she sucked harder, faster, but then he moved her head even more forcefully and his cock was forced deeper inside of her. The tip hit the back of her throat and she chocked.

"Relax, Emma. Take him all in." she could hear Belle say, but it had become impossible and Emma was wheezing for air. Rumplestiltskin kept pounding her mercilessly and her lack of oxygen, caused by her panic, and his sharp thrusts deep down her throat soon had her hands curls and fingers flex. Belle caught sight of it and grew angry. Her hands left Emma's thighs and found the whip.

With a sickly cracking sound the whip smacked Emma between her legs, again and again, while Belle commanded for her to stop choking. Emma's pussy throbbed with pain and she thought she was going to pass out, but then the whipping stopped and she instantly relaxed more. The pain was ebbing away when she realized that Mr Gold was near and she wanted to pull away, but this earner her a slap of the hand against her butt by Belle and so she kept her head where Gold wanted it to be. With a few more firm thrusts she could feel him tense. His balls tightened and he let out a strangled cry, then his sperm shot forth and into her mouth and she was chocking again.

He fisted her hair, moving the golden strands around aimlessly as he came. His hips arched and his cock was forced deep in her throat. She coughed. Her hands sought for somewhere to hold but she could not find anything but Gold's hips and squeezed them hard as she tried to down it all.

"That's a good girl," she could hear Belle say. And as soon as the orgasm had washed over him she could hear Rumplestiltskin repeat those same words.

He was caressing her hair and sounded gentle. "That's a good girl." He carefully lifted her face and studied her. Emma looked tired and unhappy, and he frowned. His thumb brushed past the corner of her lips to wipe away a trickle of his semen.

Behind her she could hear Belle gasp.

"She spilled some of your gift, Rumplestiltskin." Belle cried out. "That's not a good girl at all, Emma. That's bad." Emma felt a slight push against her body to keep her legs wide apart, not that she could have closed them with Belle still sitting behind her (and between her knees to keep them apart). The whip hit her pussy hard and she gritted her teeth. But one slap followed the next and her already painful core started to hurt so much that even biting her own teeth would not help her to keep silent. She cried out in pain and begged Belle to stop. "I'll be good, I'll not waste it." She cried out, she cried how much it hurt and Belle abruptly stopped to cradle the girl in her arms.

Pulling Emma with her, Belle rested her back against the wall. Emma's back was against Belle's chest again she could feel the brunette's breast heave against her back with every take of breath. Through tear-stained eyes she watched as Rumplestiltskin's member had become erect again and he crawled closer, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. With her skirts pushed up he had instant access to her core and he traced a finger, feather-light, past her red entrance. She winced and hissed in pain, and ached her back against Belle.

The beauty let out a laugh. "Emma." She said. "I don't want to see you hurt, but you really need to learn your place here with us."

Emma decided not to say anything would be for the best.