The Beauty the Sheriff and the Beast
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"We'll give you food, water, anything you need." She could hear Belle say in her ear. "Anything you need."
Emma's expression betrayed she thought of freedom and of her son, but she was too tired to speak. Her legs were still spread and her vagina raw by the many times she'd been hit by Belle's whip there. Even Mr Gold's finger tracing her velvety folds hurt. She did not fancy the thought of having another stroke of the whip down there and had ceased to struggle.
"Aren't we nice people?" Belle sung. Emma wasn't certain if the brunette expected a reply and parted her lips in a feeble preparation to speak, but all that escaped her was a cry of anguish as Mr Gold had slapped her pussy with his flat palm.
"She looks in dire need of attention, sweetheart." Mr Gold crooned. Belle smirked as she pulled Emma even closer against her chest.
"Not from me, not today." The beauty replied her lover. "She's been a very naughty girl, being so disobedient."
"Disobedient?" Emma protested, as she could not believe her ears. Instead of another slap or crack of the whip she could feel Mr Gold push her legs further down, wide-spread.
"Hey, I did nothing. You're the ones who kidnapped me." The blonde protested, but Belle's arm tightened around her chest until she felt she could not breathe. For a girl as petite as the brunette she was pretty strong; and wicked.
"Not another word." Belle said, sounding more stern by now. "You did not look at us when we pleased each other. You did not look when you pleased us. Now that is not pleasing, Emma."
If the sheriff hadn't been so frightened she would have rolled her eyes at the tone of Belle's voice. It was as if she was addressing a child.
"Even worse, you struggled and tried to make my golden man fall. Then you refused to down all his seed,"
Emma protested by muffled sounds but Belle's grip tightened again and she quickly quieted down.
"And," Belle continued sternly, "you keep protesting. I thought we'd made ourselves quite clear, Emma-love. No talking unless we tell you so, no struggling, no protesting."
The hands of the beauty found Emma's unclad breasts and started to toy with her peaking nipples. She twisted and twirled them roughly between her fingers, then pulled before she let go and started the process all over. Her movements were rough, and her soft palms pressing against the woman's mounts was a very stimulating contradiction. The blonde had to suppress a moan. How could Belle, forcing herself in such a way on her, make her feel good? This wasn't supposed to happen, Emma thought, and she tried to turn out of the girl's grip, but failed.
"Emma." Belle's disappointed voice sounded. She instantly stilled herself.
"I wanted for us to enjoy our first time together but it seems you've left me no choice. You tormented me for months, and you've tormented my man for ages. If you're so reluctant we see no other option but to torment you too."
The brunette smiled up at Rumplestiltskin, a clear sign he was allowed to proceed. The man forced Emma's spread legs down and positioned himself in between. His cock was hard as he stroked it with one hand, and stiffened even more at the prospect of fucking the blonde in front of him. The veins pulsed and his cock twitched at the sight of Belle holding Emma ready for him, and for her massaging the sheriff's bare breasts. The man bit his lip as he positioned himself at Emma's entrance. Her pussy was red from the whip and betraying only the slightest evidence of wetness. He pushed the head against her opening and grunted. She had not been taken in a very very long time, and he happened to be quite the size.
Belle gasped. "Oh yes," she panted. "Be anything but kind to her, Rumplestiltskin." She encouraged him. "Be rough with her and show her how it is to suffer."
At feeling a light pressure applied between her thighs, Emma started to panic and thrashed her hips and head widely. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to avoid the inevitable. "No, No! Are you both mad? Please stop, stop."
But there was no such mercy. With one firm movement their hips joined and Rumplestiltskin was buried deep inside of her. Emma cried out in pain as her body pulsed around him, trying to accommodate what he had to offer. Her hands had flung to her mouth to cover her further cries and screams whilst Belle continued to roll her nipples between her index finger and thumb. "Hush," the brunette told her in a sleepy calm voice, "Relax, princess. As soon as you surrender to us the pain will fade."
Rumplestiltskin growled in annoyance at the realization that by his infiltration any spark of excitement the blonde might have had was now gone. She was all dry, but he figured it did not matter. She was tight and her body was trying to push him out, but he would not have her win. He loved a little competition, and so he took her reluctance as another challenge. He started a slow pace, teasingly slow so, moving almost completely out of her until only the tip of his head was still between her folds, then pushed back in deep. Emma muffled a cry each time he pushed forth and kept her hands clasped firmly over her lips. She wanted to whimper whenever it seemed like he was going to leave her body, but she knew he would return, and he did.
Belle was working on her breasts while whispering dirty little nothings in the sheriff's ear. Things like 'I love you, little sheriff, and I love you naked', and 'I'll have my husband fuck you raw,' and 'You like this, don't you? Being taken by your two best friends?' Her words made no sense in Emma's by pain distracted head. Yet, as Gold's pounding pace increased and Belle's tongue licked her neck, she found the pain had started to fade. Her nipples were all erect and slick sounds emerged from where their bodies joined.
Emma carefully opened her eyes to find Mr Gold's deep brown eyes focused firmly on her face. It was as if the man had no other purpose in life but to stare at her and it frightened her to pieces. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and she realized that it was this man whose penis was currently cutting into her like a knife. Cutting?
She paled and gasped out. Her hands left her lips and her moans and little gasps were audible again, not muffled. The thought of Rumplestiltskin's cock hitting her cervix had been a complete turn off and she turned her head away in an attempt to avoid his eyes. But she was smacked hard on the cheek and had to face him again. He was riding her, hard.
It was, however, Belle who had hit her and was biting her neck now. "You'll look at my man, sheriff Swan." She ordered. "Next time you look away you'll realize this fuck isn't half so bad as it could be." Belle growled at her. "And don't ever accuse us of being mad!"
Emma stiffened. She had cried that they were mad before, hadn't she? When Rumplestiltskin was about to enter her body? And what good had it done but vex the beauty who held her so tight and screamed in her ear. It had only angered them more and had helped her not.
Belle lifted Emma's leg so Rumplestiltskin could change the angle in which he was pounding her. He pushed in even harder than before and Emma, in this new position, felt bereft of breath. Her lips parted and eyes squeezed shut, but Mr Gold would squeeze her thighs hard and she would open them again. She had to watch as he took her, and took himself over the edge while doing so.
He was so close, so very close, and she regretted that he was enjoying himself, for a small smile tugging his lips betrayed he was pleased by her body. Another thrust, another wet sound, another moan from Belle and encouragement to come.
The brunette understood that telling Emma to work along was of no use right now, and her pleas for the blonde to come had transferred to Mr Gold whom she was moaning to with each thrust that pushed Emma against her chest. "Fill her, Rumplestiltskin," Belle begged him, "Fill her all up for me. Stuff her. Pump her full with your creamy juices, dearie. Think of me."
Emma could feel Belle's breasts pushed into her back with each slam of Rumplestiltskin's hips, and could tell how aroused the brunette was. She considered suggesting for the man to finish the job with his fiancée. There was no way she wanted his 'juices'. "Please," she begged, and this time wasn't hit by Belle. The brunette had mistaken the plea for an encouragement and cried out too.
"Please come, dearest, come."
And came he did. Rumplestiltskin grit his teeth and with one last push buried himself ball-deep. His whole being trembled as he orgasmed. After taking a deep breath his voice sounded in her ear, low and husky, like a man who just had his fill. And he had. "How do you like that, hmm, Emma?" His finger caressed her cheek. "It seems your belly is filled with something nice and warm." His finger left her cheek to stroke her clad stomach. His hand sensually moved over the fabric of her dress. "Would you like a daily creampie of good old Mr Gold?"
She tried to move her head and shake no, but Belle had gripped her chin between her fingers and squeezed her face so she could not object. "Yes," Belle replied for Emma, using her as a doll, "Yes, master Rumplestiltskin, I'd like that very much please."
Rumplestiltskin chuckled as he carefully removed himself from the two girls, slapping Emma's thigh in the process. "Such a good girl, princess."
Emma could hear Belle laugh behind her. The girl had let go of her and moved around to admire Emma's state. The sheriff sat with her legs apart and skirts tucked up still. Her head hung, her blonde curls dangling in front of her face so she looked truly sad, and her arms hung in front of her, knuckles between her legs and touching the floor. Her sex was red, swollen and showing white traces of cum. Her breasts heaved through the openings of her dress. She looked like a ravished goddess.
"My," Belle gasped, "How pretty you look, Emma. Don't worry, if you'll behave it'll all be better for you. You'll enjoy it, I promise." She took a step forth and lifted Emma's face with her fingers, then forced the blonde a kiss. Emma was too tired to fight back. Her body pulsed after the abuse.
With a happy smile on her face Belle turned away from her captive and clapped her hands.
"Well, love," she started, seeing Rumplestiltskin glance at her from the other and safer side of the dungeon. He had been cleaning himself with a tissue. "It seems we've made a good start." She stretched her arms and thrust forth her chest, her erected nipples showing through the fabric of her blouse. Mr Gold grinned wickedly as he took the hint.
"Emma, care for one last show?" he teased, then giggled like when he had been his dark self.
Emma just scowled at the two and tried to pull her knees close to her chest. She watched though, how the two lovers found their way to the niche. She watched how Gold helped Belle undress and then went down on his knees to suckle her pussy. She watched how he then penetrated her with his human rod and took her to oblivion and beyond while she screamed out in bliss. And she watched how they dressed, kissed her head and left the dungeon which held her as a prisoner.
She then slumped to the floor, exhausted, and looked at her own wrists in misery. There was nothing within her reach - except for the blanket or the wooden lavatory. Her eyes scanned the room and she realized how there was no water.
Wait.
No water and no food. She panicked. Would they leave her here to die now that they had their way with her? Tears threatened her eyes but she fought them back. Any fluids she would lose would mean a quicker death, and what if there was a chance for her to be saved? She had to keep faith, for Henry.
She sat up and pulled at her chain, but nothing budged. She stood up and winced at the pain between her legs. How could Belle enjoy him, when he was like this?
After a chain of futile attempts to escape Emma let herself fall down on top of the blanket and toyed with her hair. She felt dirty, tired and not at all like a hero. Heroes did not get trapped inside basements. Heroes were not forced to suck the cock of their former benefactors or finger the girls they'd just saved. She closed her eyes and a painful headache formed behind her eyes.
"What am I to do?" she whispered.
But there was only one option: Surrender.
AU: There could be more but I might take this story on a hiatus as I don't think anyone actually reads this and there are so many awesome stories out there that needs reviewing =)