Twisted Tales: Belle’s Awakening – [Str8][MF][Mdom][reluc]

Twisted Tales: Belle’s Awakening – [Str8][MF][Mdom][reluc]
This is my first story, so let me know if you like it. I have a few more Belle stories in mind as well as many other fairy tale or Disney character stories. If you have a special request, or suggestion, just leave it in the comments. Hope you enjoy.

Belle was a quiet girl in a quiet town. She was beautiful with long flowing brown hair and sculpted body with a large pert bosom and tiny waist, but she always hid it under boring clothes. Her nose always seemed to be stuck in a book. She was 18, but seemed to have very little interest in men. Over the years she felt the urges of her body, but always used a book to distract herself. She wasn’t conceited, but deep down she felt like she was a little better than everyone else. It was shortly after her father had left for the fair that she heard a knock on her cottage door. As she opened the door, Gaston, the town hunk, pushed into her house and dropped to one knee.

“Marry Me Belle,” he exclaimed not evening waiting for an answer before standing back up and scooping her into his arms. She felt so small in his arms, “Why do I even ask, of course you’ll marry me.”

“Put me down,” Belle shouted. Sure he was fit, and strong, and handsome, she thought, getting lost in his face before her brain recovered, but he was also arrogant, and stupid, and rude.

Gaston set her down and she slowly backed him across the room.
“Gaston…..I….Will…..,” she spoke slowly and loudly and as Gaston backed up she quickly opened the door sending him falling backwards into the mud, “Never Marry You!” And she slammed the door.

“That stuck-up, BITCH,” Gaston muttered as he stood up. “No one says no to Gaston,” And he marched off scheming.

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Belle, dressed now in her modest white night gown, had just blown out the last candle and pulled up the covers when she heard a noise in the house. She assured herself if was just the creaky old house, but soon she saw the dim light of a candle getting closer as it came down the hall toward her room. Her breath quickened, she wanted to scream, but knew that no one lived close enough to hear. She pulled the blanket all the way over her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to be quiet, trying to pretend she wasn’t there. Her mind tried to drift off to one of the safe places in her books, but she was snapped back to reality when the covers we quickly ripped from her bed. She couldn’t resist looking, and there standing tall at the end of the bed was Gaston. With a sudden rush of courage, she hopped out bed; somehow more angry than scarred and marched toward Gaston.

“I told you NO”, she yelled, “Now get out of my house”

Gaston didn’t speak. Instead he reached out, letting each of his massive hands grab a hold of Belle’s nightgown collar and ripped in from top to bottom in one feat of strength. That scared feeling quickly rushed back into Belle’s head as she felt suddenly exposed. Her nipples hardened in the cool evening air before she could cover them with her arm.

Belle’s body was just a beautiful and sexy as Gaston had imagined. Her breasts were large and firm with lovely pink nipples. Her skin was a creamy white and legs were something out of dream.
“What do you think you’re doing,” Belle screamed, panicking, “P..ppp….please get out.”

Gaston still didn’t speak, which only served to further unnerve Belle. He walked her back until she was pressed against the foot board of her bed. She tried to hit him with her free hand, but he easily caught it and pulled and twisted in behind her back spinning her around. With seemingly little effort he pulled her other arm from her breasts and pinned both of her arms behind his back with one hand. Belle had started to sob now, “Please…go….I won’t…tell anyone”, but again she was met with silence. Gaston placed his hand on Belle’s hip; she flinched, and then began to squirm as his hand slowly worked its way up to her breast. She gasped out a desperate, “Please,” but it fell on deaf ears. Belle’s breasts were young and firm, soft against the rough hand of Gaston. Gaston began to expertly alternate between rolling her nipple between his fingers and stroking it. Belle felt waves of pleasure washing over her. No one, not even her, had touched played with her nipples before and it take long before a moan escaped her lips. She immediately felt ashamed. She wondered how her body could like what this man was forcing on her. Her nipples were achingly stiff by now and she was starting to feel a warmth, a wetness, and a longing to be touched growing below. Gaston pulled his hand back and switched which hand was holding Belle’s hand, sliding the newly free hand up from her hip, just as he had before to her other nipple. Belle was fighting herself now. Her body wanted to push into his hands and moan out in pleasure, but her brain was begging her to resist. She tried her best to resist, but as Gaston expertly dragging his long finger slowly across her nipple she couldn’t help but arch her back a little and let out moan.

Gaston let his finger slide all the way across her nipple and then pulled it away, invoking an involuntary whimper from Belle. He wasn’t talking but he was sure Belle had just heard him chuckle. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, a hint of her arousal clearly in the air. He desperately wanted throw her on the bed and slam his cock into her, but he knew that his had to wait just a little longer.

Belle felt Gaston’s hand on her hip again. Conflicting emotions fought in her head, she wanted hip stop, but she also wanted him touch her nipples again; she wanted more of that pleasure that just seemed to build. But instead of sliding upwards, Gaston’s hand slid down against the outer edge of her panties. A new loud panicked voice screamed in Belle’s head, “Please don’t, I’ve never been…” she blurted out, but she was cut short by the jolt a pleasure running through her body.

Gaston started to slide his finger up and down her pussy lips through her panties. He pushed them slightly between them as he stroked up words, circling her clit and then sliding back down. Within a minute they were soaked and Belle was squirming against his touch. He reached into her panties and grabbed them tight, ripping them off in one hard motion.

The rush of cold air and the pain of having her panties ripped from her snapped Belle out of her pleasure trance. “Stop… You can’t’… Please,” she begged, but it got her nowhere. She tried to stomp on his foot and kick his shins, but her blows barely registered. Instead of making him stop, he pushed his hips tight against her. She could feel the warmth of his member, even though his pants and couldn’t help but notice how big it was. Shame flooded her again, but part of her was glad to feel Gaston’s hand on her hip again, sliding downwards. She tried to not react and hold her moans, but as his fingers slid up and down she couldn’t resist any longer. The pleasure was building and more and more she felt like she was about to explode. As Gaston’s fingers moved faster against her, her hips unconsciously bucked back and forth against him and his hand. Her moans were constant now as she gave into the pleasure. When it hits her, it’s the single most pleasurable moment of her life so far. Her eyes rolled back as wave after wave of release and pleasure pulsed through her body for what seems like an eternity.

Gaston watched her body writhe in pleasure as he undressed. Her pussy dripped down her legs as she continued to buck her hips through her orgasm, even though his hand was gone. It wasn’t until his belt and pants hits the floor that she seemed to register that he was no longer touching her, no longer holding her down. She looked back just as he stepped out of his underwear. He could see the emotions in her eyes: panic, fear, shame, and lust. She wanted to look away from his cock, but he knew she couldn’t. Her knees were weak and her legs shaking as he walked back up behind her. With a strong armed push he bent her over her foot board. She pleaded again but he wasn’t listening and as he began to slide the length of his cock up and down her dripping pussy lips and swollen clit, that pleading turned into moaning and he knew he had her.

Belle felt so ashamed. She had just had this massive release and now her body was begging her for more and she seemed powerless to stop. She suddenly felt the tip of his member pushing in her. It was so big; it felt like she was being ripped open. “It’s too big,” she cried out, but she knew that he wouldn’t stop and that she didn’t really want him to. Gaston pushed a few inches into her, it was only a third of his massive cock, but to Belle’s tight virgin pussy it felt like more then she could take. When her moans started to outpace her groans, Gaston pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed the full 9 inches into her tight virgin pussy, breaking easily though her cherry.

Belle let out a massive scream as the pain racked her body. “Take it out,” she begged. She could feel the warm blood of her broken hymen dripping out of her as his massive member filled her. She felt sore, stretched and wonderfully filled all at the same time. “Please, it hurts, it’s too big,” she begged again. When she stopped screaming she felt Gaston begin to move again, sliding his full length in and out of her. For the first couple of minutes the pain of his size and of her broken hymen was all she could think about, but during the third she felt that now familiar pleasure building inside her. It seemed to be growing faster than before. Each thrust of his throbbing, huge, hot member made her moan louder. Her breath was quickened and her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath between outcries of pleasure. With every thrust she felt herself needing that release more and more, and being pushed closer to exploding again.

Belle’s pussy was the tightest he had ever had and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She was dripping again on his cock, and even pushing her hips back against his, pulling him deeper. Her transformation was nearly complete. Louder and louder she got as he thrust into her faster and harder. When she started to cum her whole body shook and her pussy managed to somehow get tighter around his cock. He needed release and he grabbed her hips tight and slammed into her as fast as he could go. She seemed like she was in an endless orgasm beneath him, her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter on his cock. It was too much and he slammed his cock inside her with one last thrust and released his hot cum deep within her.

Belle wondered if this pleasurable release would ever end. It felt so good, but she wasn’t sure she could take much more; every minute a new powerful release racked her body. She was exhausted and overwhelmed, but the waves of pleasure kept coming. Suddenly she felt a new hot warmth deep inside her. Gaston was grunting now and she knew that he too had found his release. The warm feeling pushed her over the edge for the last time and as she felt him shrinking inside her, she too felt her body coming down. She was exhausted, her legs felt like jelly and she wasn’t sure she could move if she wanted to. Suddenly she felt her self-picked up into Gaston’s large arms, carried around, and placed in her bed. Gaston pulled up the covers on her and she felt herself drifting off to sleep, too tired, and too shattered to process what had just happened. Just before falling into a deep, deep sleep, Gaston leaned over and whispered in her ear, speaking for the first time that night.

“No one says no to Gaston,” he whispered with a smile and Belle knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

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