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Two Heads Are Better Than One	By : Plume Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 5906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty and the Beast. I do not the characters of Gaston, LeFou, Belle, Maurice, nor any other Beauty and the Beast characters. This is a work of satire, done without intention to profit.

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Disgraced. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. It was more than Gaston could bear — but he had plans for Belle which he was sure would bring her round to his way of thinking. He and his inseparable companion, LeFou, had talked it over, and laid out all the details.
The pair ascended the steps to Belle’s front door. Gaston led the way. LeFou was at his side, carrying a bag of supplies as usual.
The big man himself knocked on the door. It was only a few hours since she had refused his marriage proposal and all but thrown him into the mud.
A moment later, the door was opened. The tall, slender figure of Belle stood before them.
“Gaston, LeFou,” she said in a forced friendliness. “Good afternoon.”
Gaston didn’t need to be asked in before he stepped inside. LeFou followed close after, a look of malicious glee upon his rounded features.
“Good afternoon, Belle,” said Gaston, an erotic leer upon his face, as usual. He used his foot to shut the door behind his minuscule companion.
“Is there something I can do for you?” asked Belle, almost through her teeth. She really wanted to get them out of the house as fast as possible.
“Plenty!” answered Gaston. “I’ll give you another chance right now — say you’ll marry me. That’s all I ask. You know you want it.”
Belle groaned in frustration. She had hoped LeFou’s presence would discourage this behavior. “I’m sorry, Gaston. I just don’t think it will work out between us,” she said as sweetly as possible. She was afraid of what he might do to her were she to offend him. Beat her to a pulp, most likely.
Gaston reached out, as if to caress her hair. Belle stiffened at the gesture, fearing the worst already.
“I thought you might say something like that,” he said. Suddenly his caress of her hair became a firm grip upon her ponytail. He swiftly yanked her forward, pushing her down to LeFou’s level. “That’s why I figured you needed a little persuasion! It occurred to me that you just need a taste of what you can expect once we’re married.”
LeFou didn’t need any instruction of what to do next — everything was pre-planned. When Belle opened her mouth to cry out, the little homunculus immediately wedged a handkerchief into her mouth to gag her, then started to wrap another strip of cloth around her head to hold it.
Belle immediately began to struggle. She reached for Gaston’s gloved hands, striving to push them away. Gaston simply seized both her tiny wrists in his own giant fist. He held Belle by her arms as LeFou danced around her with a length of rope. Soon her arms were bound firmly against her torso, folded up behind her back. Through her gag she screamed and protested, but to no avail.
“Now hold her legs!” cried Gaston, beginning to struggle a bit with the beauty’s increasing efforts at squirming from his grasp.
LeFou grabbed Belle around the legs to hold her. Gaston pulled his hunting knife from his belt. When Belle saw it, she immediately believed herself dead. Surely he was going to murder her.
Instead, the huntsman began to slice away at her clothing. While the ropes around her waist made it difficult to remove all the garments from her, in a few short seconds every part of her body one would be interested in seeing was fully exposed to the lecherous view of the two intruders.
Gaston paused just for a moment to admire her creamy flesh, her round bosoms and the fluffy patch of pubic hair over her cute little snatch. She was his for the taking.
“Don’t let her get away, LeFou,” said Gaston, before pushing her onto the floor. Belle cried and fought, but LeFou fulfilled his duty and held her fast. Gaston, meanwhile, began to strip out of his garments.
Once the huntsman was fully naked, he positioned himself where the tearful Belle would be able to see him. In his mind, that alone should be enough to bring her around. Gaston was, undeniably, an attractive man — muscles like a bodybuilder, perfectly distributed body hair, and a massive cock that, rock hard and fully stiffened, tended to sink under its own weight.
The girl saw him, and did pause — though it was through horror rather than admiration. Belle wasn’t stupid. In despair, she realized what was about to happen to her. Part of her hoped that her father would burst in, returning home from the fair, just in time to save her — but really, she realized, even if he did come, he would never stand a chance against Gaston and LeFou.
LeFou was a bit distracted himself, getting the first really good look at Gaston undressed that he’d ever had. That man’s body was an inspiration.
Gaston’s prick was about half the length of his thigh — not lacking for girth, either, especially assisted by a hefty foreskin. Yet length was its most prominent feature. The huntsman dismissed LeFou as he positioned himself over the recumbent figure of the most beautiful girl in town.
Belle began to kick her legs in one final attempt to repulse him. Gaston was almost baffled by the action — but this strange girl really did seem to require more than usual persuasion. He seized her by the knees and forced her legs apart, crawling up between them.
Belle shut her eyes in despair. She could hear what sounded like a spitting action, then in an instant she could feel Gaston’s slickened prick-head forcing its way inside of her. He got a short ways before something stopped his progress. He backed up, then rammed again more forcefully. Belle screamed into her gag at the internal crunch of her hymen being burst, and the subsequent pain. It wasn’t even the worst of it: his massive cock was longer than her insides were deep, but he didn’t seem to think that should stop him from getting it all the way in. She began to shriek in agony as he mangled her cervix with his mighty thrusts, finally burying himself to the roots.
For his part, Gaston started fucking her hard as he could the moment he was inside, with no regard anymore for what Belle thought about it. After a couple of pumps he glanced down and noticed the streaks of blood on his cock. It excited him all the more.
“You see, Belle? You’ve been saving yourself up for me. And now, you’re getting the cock that every girl in this town wants a taste of,” he panted, roughly squeezing her breasts as he spoke, feeling her flesh bounce with his thrusts.
Belle was in so much agony that her body began to go numb. It was the only way to survive. She was bleeding, and her system was overwhelmed between terror and pain. Gaston’s words became a mere fizzling sound, and everything went dark around her.
She did not know how long she was out. When she came to, she could feel that the rape was still ongoing. Her arms were tingling and her genitals felt like they were in ruins.
Belle opened her eyes to discover, with horror, it was no longer Gaston atop of her, but LeFou. Gaston had already cummed inside her and left off. The giddy little man had taken his place and was now thoroughly enjoying his sloppy seconds and the rich slickness Gaston’s load had left for him.
Gaston himself was observing from a nearby chair, his bloodstained prick in his hand, being slowly stroked back to full vigor. He had some more plans for Belle and needed to be at ready.
LeFou thrust his appropriately fat, girthy and slightly misshapen prick in and out of Belle, holding her by the hip bones as he worked. “How d’you like that, you little bitch?” he taunted. “Think you’re too good for everyone in this town, do ya?”
Belle cried out into her gag and tried to writhe away from her new rapist. LeFou leaned down and bit her on the nipple with those snaggled teeth of his, making her scream all the harder.
Gaston observed that she was conscious again. He rose from the seat and returned to her side.
“Alright, LeFou,” he said. “That’s enough.”
LeFou’s face dropped. “Already? But — Gaston —“ He hurried to contrive some excuse to continue. “But how will she know what to compare you against if she doesn’t get the full taste of me?”
Gaston thought it over for a moment. “Oh, alright, LeFou,” he said. “I suppose it won’t disrupt what I have in mind, anyway.”
LeFou seemed pleased. “Hear that, bitch, you’re gonna get the full blast of starch from me! Prolly gonna get you pregnant…”
Belle whimpered helplessly. She observed Gaston walking around her. Suddenly was lifted by the shoulders, and hoisted into an almost kneeling position. LeFou struggled not to disengage, and like a champ he kept his man-meat buried inside of her, violating her continually.
A moment later Gaston was nestled up at her back. She could hear him spitting again, and next she knew his cock-head was up against her sphincter. She tensed up immediately.
“Whoa! That made her go tighter, Gaston,” said LeFou cheerily.
“It’ll be even tighter when there’s another cock filling her out,” said Gaston. With a grunt he began the fight to penetrate her. Belle sobbed and screamed uselessly into her gag.
Soon Gaston broke through, and he was every bit as rough as before. The color drained from Belle completely as he pushed into her rectum and beyond. She went quiet, and didn’t fight anymore. The pain was too intense, and all she could do was sink into a blur.
Gaston began to fuck her virgin ass violently, enjoying the grit and tightness of it. LeFou gasped aloud.
“Ah, Gaston! I can feel your cock!”
“Yeah, I can feel yours, too,” said the huntsman. His attention was falling away from the motionless Belle to his more active confederate. “Want to make this even more interesting? Let’s see who can cum first.”
LeFou continued rolling his pelvis against Belle as he spoke. “A challenge? Against you?”
“I’m practically letting you win,” smiled Gaston. “I’m already tapped once.” He pulled almost the whole way out then thrust back into Belle’s ass fast as he could. She was loosening up very nicely.
LeFou agreed to the challenge. Peering over Belle’s shoulder and locking eyes, the two men began their race. They started pounding Belle from both sides, with all the vigor imaginable, not daring to stop lest they lose their edge. Sweat poured from their foreheads, backs, thighs. Their intensity knocked the wind out of the girl and she fell into another faint, fucked unconscious by the two stallions.
The male figures pressed on, their solid cocks stimulating one another’s through the thin piece of female flesh that separated them. Determined looks in their eyes, their faces came closer together. Soon they were forehead-to-forehead, but each man shredding apart his own private lane.
Naturally it was LeFou who shuddered and gasped into the first climax. “Unh! Gaston!” he cried, betraying the person his thoughts were most heavily upon. He spurted into Belle’s already sodden twat and remained there in his own hot mess, not the slightest bit anxious to pull out. He could still feel the ticklishly-intense sensation of Gaston violating the girl’s ass round the other side.
Gaston could feel Belle shuddering involuntarily in his arms, every thrust agonizing her. He began to mutter insults under his breath.
“Fucking slut, you proud little whore, think you can do any better than me…” he pounded his prick into her as deep as it went, her soft buttocks smashed against his hips.
“Well,” panted LeFou, disengaging at last, “if that doesn’t bring her around, I don’t know what will.” Then he got an idea. “Unless…”
Gaston was intrigued. “What do you suggest?”
“Maybe,” said LeFou, “you need to show her that you have other options! You know, take her down a peg. Make her realize you’re not just waiting around for her.”
“Hmm…” Gaston thought it over. Wordlessly, he pulled out of Belle. Without the men supporting her, she collapsed like a beanbag. She was injured and breaking into a cold sweat, verging on going into shock.
Gaston rose to his feet and, in a commanding tone, boomed: “LeFou. Bend over.”
LeFou was only too happy to oblige.
Prick slickened with Belle’s blood, Gaston slid into LeFou’s eager ass with an ease that surprised him. “Jeez. Have you done this before?” he asked.
LeFou managed a nervous laughter through his gasps. “Nope! We’re just — a — just — just a really good fit!”
Gaston shrugged it off. He called to Belle: “Take a look at this, Belle! Don’t think I have to wait around for you to say yes to me! I have other options!”
“Yeah,” LeFou chimed in nastily, “Gaston doesn’t need you!”
“My god,” cried Gaston, amazed by how good LeFou felt. “I should have tried this out a long time ago!”
Belle, pale and shivering, was barely sensible to any of it. But the scene had really ceased to be about her, at this point.

THE END.
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