Bee-Stung Bella

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: A very violent, gross, but cartoony story.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Bee-Stung Bella
Author: Skuttrusk
Content Warnings: Cartoonish extreme violence, scat, stupidity.
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A very brutal and disgusting story, but lighthearted!

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Bee-Stung Bella

It was a beautiful sunny day and Bella lay tanning on her roof. She had untied her bikini top so as not to get a tan line, but kept on her briefs because she was a modest girl at heart. Even though nobody could possibly see her up here.

Her curvy body glistened with sun tan oil and she felt waves of pleasant heat.

Soon, she would feel a lot more.

Buzzing through the warm air came a bee. Seeing the great, smooth round surface of Bella's shiny bum, already lightly browned by the sun's rays, he thought it would be restful to land on it.

Poor fellow! As soon as he did, Bella felt the disturbing presence of his six little feet on her skin and rolled over in dismay, throwing him into the air. Confused, he now landed on what seemed like a peaceful valley, between Bella's great exposed tits. Again, Bella felt the prickly insect sensation and now she sat up in alarm, which made her big boobs bounce and slap together, momentarily trapping the poor little bee in their mountainous flesh-scape.

Dazed, he wobbled through the air as soon as the huge (to him - to us, merely DD) titties parted and released him. Now he was quite cross, and justifiably so. So he readied his stinger and attacked.

Unluckily for Bella (she was a vert unlucky girl), the bee chose as his target one of the two most obvious landmarks facing him as he aerially staggered out of his cleavage prison, and this was Bella's right nipple. He plunged his stinger into the aereola and gave her a good old injection of venom. That's show her.

Bella squealed in pain and jumped to her feet, setting up a jelly-earthquake for the bee, who was still attached to her tit, pumping his poison in. So, when he pulled free, he was in even a worse temped and started buzzing threateningly around his colossal foe.

Bella cried out when she saw her nipple swelling painfully until it was twice the size of its perky counterpart, and started backing away in terror as she saw the bee buzzing furiously about her. She waved her arms wildly and managed to strike the bee a glancing blow, which sent him sailing off into space, resolved to have his revenge...

Meanwhile, Bella fell off the roof. She was a clumsy girl in many ways as well as an unlucky one, and had backed right off the edge, tumbling onto a soping part of the roof and rolling down it, then out into space and down, down, down.

In a way it was fortunate that the spot where she landed was in her neighbour's garden, because the soil was soft, and had been well-watered. It was even a little muddy, in fact, so that bits of wet earth adhered to her. But it was also where the rose-bush grew. Bella crushed the lovely thing with her voluptuous body, and got pricked all over by the thorns, and then scratched all over as she struggled to get up.

"What have you done to my roses, you fat cow?" demanded her neighbour, a permanently angry woman named Miss Thwaites. She had been sunbathing too, on a blanket, and was infuriated to be disturbed by a mostly-naked female falling out of the sky like that. This is no doubt why she called Bella "fat", which was unfair, since asides from her shapely breasts and buttocks, Bella had a narrow waistline, curved but slim legs and arms, and an almost flat belly. She was a very pretty girl, especially when you saw her naked, as she was now.

Miss Thwaite was also pretty, in a different way. With her bonde cropped hair and slender figure, she had an attitude of challenge which made her the kind of girl strong men liked to fuck. Bella, with her bimbo body and bimbo mind, was the kind they liked to rape.

Bella now gasped, realising that her bikini briefs had been torn off by the roses, and she made to cover her breasts and pussy. But Miss Thwaites, clad in a halter top and shorts which charmingly displayed her own, more modest curves, was bearing down at her, screaming, and waving the garden hose. Bella decided to beat a hasty retreat, but was too late to escape a freezing jet of water from the hosepipe which hit her full in the face, then traveled down her tits to her crotch. As she turned, it sprayed her hard on the bottom.

The contrast between the warmth she'd soaked up from the sun and the sudden shock of icy cold rattled Bella, and the water in her face half-blinded her, causing her to step on a carelessly discarded rake as she fled. The pole whot up into the air and hit her smack on the forehead, causing her to stagger backwards, dazed, into her pursuer. Both young women fell to the ground and Bella squealed as the stainless-steel head of the hosepipe sank between her buttocks, fully six inches of it vanishing from view.

Now Bella was lying on top of Miss Thwaites, thrashing and crying out as the hosepipe filled her surprised bowels with chilling tapwater. Her belly began to distend as if pregnant as the water was relentlessly pumped into her, and because Miss Thwaites was grabbing her by the neck and by the big bouncing tits, yelling in her ear and calling her a FAT SLUT and a STUPID CUNT, and writhing about, poor Bella couldn't get off her back and remove the offending bit of garden equipment from her back passage.

The day had gone from lovely to very much not lovely in a matter of seconds. but it was about to get much, much worse.

Finally managing to roll off Miss Thwaites, Bella staggered groggily to her feet and felt the hose nozzle tug at her asshole. She needed that thing out of her ass, pronto! Her belly was swelling up with all the water and, asides from the painful cramping caused by the cold water in her bowels, she felt on the verge of bursting.

Fortunately, in a way, Miss Thwaites had hold of the hosepipe, and as Bella pulled, Miss Thwaites was yanked up into a sitting position, and then finally the hose popped loose from Bella's poor butthole.

Not so fortunately, it wasn't all that popped out. With a ferocious SPLOOOSSSHHHH! Bella's bowels emptied two litres of brown water and some other matter all over the dumbstruck Miss Thwaites, who had just been opening her mouth to call Bella a cunt again, but would have to wait a moment to finish the statement since she now had a mouth full of nasty-flavoured, discoloured water...

Bella turned in horror to face her victim. She was aghast. She wanted to die. Miss Thwaites, dripping with filth, looked like she wanted the same thing.

"Oh my God, I am so, so - WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH my nipple!" Bella had started her heartfelt apology, but never got to finish it as Miss Thwaites had furiously grabbed a pair of garden pruners lying nearby and seized Bella's still tender nipple (the one that the bee had stung) with them. Now she was squeezing, not hard enough to go SNIP - not yet, anyway, but certainly hard enough to hurt horribly and to terrify Bella. She accompanied the squeezing with a series of violent yanks that stretched Bella's DD tit out and forced her to stumble along beside Miss Thwaites as she marched around the corner of the house.

Some workmen were building a patio for Miss Thwaites. They stopped what they were doing though, when they saw their employer, dripping with excrement, dragging a naked and voluptuous young girl up to meet them.

"Crikey, Miss Thwaites," said Harold, the foreman, "What happened to you?"

"Never mind that," snapped Thwaites, wiping much from her forehead. "Can you hold this slut? Grab her arms."

"With pleasure!" said Harold, and he and one of his three men seized Bella's arms and held her facing her tormentor, who now at least released her poor throbbing nipple. They also took the opportunity to let their hands rove playfully over the distressed bimbo's form, while she pleaded with them to "stop" and said "don't" and "ooh!" and "not there!" and got quite flustered.

Miss Thwaites stopped her nonsense by slapping her hard in the face. WHAP!

"Now, you snivelling little cunt, since you destroyed my bush, I'm going to destroy YOURS."

Bella didn't exactly have a BUSH - it's not the seventies - but she had a modest little strip of public topiary she kept for decorative purposes. But not for long. Miss Thwaites grabbed hold of all the hair she could get, slapped her free hand onto Bella's stomach, and wrenched. Bella shrieked and the hairs plucked out one by one. It took quite a struggle, but after a minute or so pretty much her entire little thatch had been ripped out, as the workmen watched wide-eyed.

"Good," said Miss Thwaites, throwing the loose hairs in Bella's face. "Now THIS is for jumping on top of me!" Harold raised his eyebrows at that.

(It really wasn't fair, of course: Bella had falled on Miss Thwaites because of Miss Thwaites' carelessly positioned rake. But Miss Thwaites wasn't feeling reasonable.)

"Hand me that shovel," said the angry young woman. A workman eagerly did so, and Miss Thwaites raised it as if to brain her bimbo captive.

Bella cowered and shut her eyes.

And Miss Thwaites swung the shovel up between Bella's legs, so the rather sharp metal edge of it caught her right in the cleft of her cunt, with a solid impact that lifted her feet off the ground. When she landed again, her knees gave out under her and she became dead weight and the two men holding her arms simply HAD to change their grip and get ahold of her titties in the process.

"I'm going to get cleaned and changed," said Miss Thwaites. "Please keep this slut around, to await my displeasure. I still have to punish her for... for THIS." She shook her arms, raining little brown droplets. "Feel free to occupy yourselves with her in any way you like, until I return. If she acquires any injuries during the next half hour... you'll get a bonus in your paychecks."

Miss Thwaites stormed off into her house to get cleaned up, and Bella was left alone with the workmen.

Harold reached between Bella's legs and rudely shoved a finger into her throbbing slit.

"Ouch! Please, it hurts!" wept Bella.

"I bet it does," chuckled Harold. "That was quite a wallop Miss Thwaites gave you. Still, I'm sure you deserved it." He slid another finger in and Bella cried out at the pain. "Come on, my dear, you can't expect us to NOT rape you! Not with you all naked and jiggling like that!"

The men chuckled, and one squeezed Bella's arse while another cupped her tits from behind and wobbled them suggstively. Harold tweaked Bella's sore nipple with his free hand while still fingering her roughly. His fingers were calloused and harsh.

"Oh please..." Bella knew it was useless. Sexual assault, as always, was on the cards for her. She tried a different tack. "Let me suck you off. Oh please! My pussy is much too sore, but I could suck your cock for you. Please let me suck your cock, I'll do a wonderful job."

The men laughed harshly at this slutty display. "Wot a dirty slag!" said one, to general agreement. But they released Bella's arms so she could drop to her knees while Harold lowered his overalls and produced a very fat, thick, bulbous cock. Bella could barely get her jaws around the head, so she started by licking it (it had a nasty, unclean taste), but soon Harold forced her to take the whole thing into her mouth and, with his hands gripping her hair, started face-fucking her enthusiastically. His cock was more of a broad one, not particularly long, but more than long enough to hit the back of her throat and make her gag.

Then Bella felt one of the other men kneeling behind her, and to her horror her started rubbing his exposed cock along her aching pussy lips, apparently intent on raping her sore cunt from behind...

"Mmmffn nmmph!" she moaned, through the cock cheerfully throat-raping her. As the cruel assailant stuffed his lengthy schlong into her agonized hole, she pulled away from Harold, letting his wet shaft slide all over her face, and begged. "Oh no, please! Couldn't you... maybe... couldn't you use my bottom instead? I mean, if you absolutely have to rape me?"

The men all laughed at Bella some more, and she wept some more, but her pussy-rapist liked her suggestion and did slip his cock from her snatch and aligned it with her trembling, frightened, clenching asshole. He rammed into her pucker using the modest amount of pussy juice he'd picked up as the only lube, and when Bella cried out, of course Harold took the golden opportunity to shove his dick back down her throat. The other three men stood around and stroked their cocks while Bella got raped hard in the ass and mouth for several minutes. but then they grew impatient, and anyway, Harold wanted a change. He lay on his back and aimed his dick skyward.

"Pick the slut up," he instructed his men. The ass-fucker pulled out with a rude squelch (there was still some water inside Bella, it seemed, but it dribbled out now onto the half-finished patio) and picked Bella up, making her hold their shoulders for stability while they lifted her knees of the ground. Now she was sitting on thin air, to all intents and purposes. As her eyes widened in horror, they caried her over to Harold, lined her up so his cock was at the swollen mouth of her poor pussy, and dropped her.

Harold's fat cock drove into Bella like an express train. Another man now got behind her and started shoving his rod up her ass. It seemed to be an enormous thing, perhaps because her pussy was already full... no, in fact it really was exceptionally large.

A hand grabbed Bella's brunette locks and yanked her had back, so that two men could stand on either side of her and use her mouth. Bella was forced to suck first one, then the other, and while she was busy with one the other would be slapping wetly at her face, rubing her thoat, posking her in the eye and ear... worse, one of these two had just been up her ass, and she could certinly tell which one by the taste! Bella was getting a strong flvour of what she had made Miss Thwaites swallow, which was only fair, in a way.

The last remaining man did not miss out. He was able to shuffle in close and shove his cock between Bella's big tits, which he spat on prodigiously to create a pleasing lube. Then he began to titty-fuck the struggling, sobbing beauty, her round, firm jugs creating a delightful tunnel of flesh for him to rape. All in all, Bella was giving him, however reluctantly, the best titty-fuck he'd ever had.

The guy raping Bella's ass, very excited by the novelty (he'd only raped four girls before, and none of them anally: he'd had consensual anal with a few others, but this was still a kind of first for him) shot his bolt first, filling the helpless beauty's lovely ass with what felt like as much liquid as the hosepipe had managed. And this was thick, hot liquid that seemed to scald her asshole. His violent thrusts set Harold off, since they caused Bella to unwillingly bounce up and down on his sturdy schlong, and so he filled her sore cunt-hole with his jizz. Bella didn't have MUCH time to worry about the lack of "protection," but she did worry about it. It added about 5% to her overall distress.

One of the throat-fuckers now moved down to Bella's hips, tempted by the vacated holes. The helpless bimbo was mdae to get down on her elboes and knees with her round, glistening ass in the air, with the titty-fucker lying on his back and continuing to thrust between her throbbing jugs, while Bella continued to give oral pleasure to the dirty cock fresh (i that was the word) from her ass. The man behind her now had a delightful but difficult choice: Bella's cunt and asshole, both tender and spunk-filled, yawned before him. He knew either choice would cause Bella pain, which made the pussy seem just as exciting as the ass. He solved the dilemma by moving swiftly from on hole to another, ramming the reddened butthole for a few brutl strokes, then moving on to the bruised cunt, without even so much as a cursory wipe of his cock (another big one, alas for Bella).

Bella felt a wet splat under her chin as the man raping her knockers shot a creamy load all the way up her chest. Then she was yanked into a kneeling position again as the guy behind her concentrated on reaming her ass, but shoved three big, sausage-like grubby fingers into her aching cunt for good measure. The guy who'd been skull-fucking her with his mammoth, shitty cock resumed doing so.

And a bee alighted on Bella's bust.

Yes, the same bee. It was probably attracted by the sticky, smelly stuff ozzing down Bella's cleavage. But also by the idea of a bit of revenge on this mean giantess who had struck it so wantonly. As Bella's tits jounced from the heavy pounding, front and back, she was receiving, the bee crawled all over her jelly-like quivering orbs, and Bella felt its little feet on her skin and knew what she was in for.

"Mnngff, ubb bbbuh!" she moaned through the slimey dick in her throat.

Then men just laughed. Harold noticed and pointed out the bee, but so no reason to help Bella.

ZING! The bee, having chosen its target, shoved its stinger into Bella's left nipple, in the aereola just below the nipple itself, in fact. Then, for good measure, it stung her above the nipple too. ZING!

Bella's left nipple now swelled up worse than her right.

Harold then leaned in close and FLICKED that throbbing nipple, making the bee fly off in a fury (it didn't understand that harold was responsible - it was furious at the owner of the jiggling titty). Bella moaned in pain from the throbbing of her raspberry-like swollen nipple, and moaned some more as Harold entertained himself by flicking the left one, then the right again, back and forth, flick! flick! mking them dance and twitch and burn with pain.

"For goodness sake, are you still raping that cunt?" asked Miss Thwaites, returning to the patio, now cleaned up, dressed in a teensy red bikini. "Hurry up and cum in the bitch, I want to give her a suitable punishment for what she did to me."

She leaned over Bella and spat in her eye, as Bella continued to swallow ten inches of dirty phallus.

"And THIS punishment is one you won't find so gentle as the last!" she sneered.

Which was perfectly true.

With a prodigious splurge, the guy in Bella's mouth blasted his splooge down her throat, in such volume that it welled up and overflowed her lips, dribbing all over her upturned face. General hilarity from the audience.

Then the guy in her ass shoved her roughly onto her elbows and knees so he could ram her, jackhammer style, his dick pistoning out of her poor asshole with vicious violence until another load of scalding cum was jetted up her bowels. He tugged the head past her soft, protesting pucked and slid the dirty thing all around her twitching cunt for good measure, little spurts of milky fluid still erupting over her reddened labia along with the brown stains he left.

"Right, get the cunt on her feet," ordered Miss Thwaites, and two men grabbed her arms and yanked Bella upwards so roughly she felt her limbs might come out of their sockets. Then she saw with horror that Miss Thwaites was holding the shovel again.

"You've undone all my good work, pleasuring her pussy like that. What she needs is PAIN!"

Smiling, the two men holding Bella up kicked her ankles wide apart and then stamped on her bare toes with their heavy work boots, pinning her in place as Miss Thwaites drew back the shovel...

THUNK! The steel edge bit into Bella's cunt as Miss T. swung the tool up as hard as possible. The painw as worse this time, both because Bella was already brutally bruised, but because her body couldn't rise up to absorb any of the force, since her feet were cruelly pinned. Plus her pussy had been sensitized forther by the hard raping.

"Good one, Miss Thwaites!" declared Harold, tugging his forelock and foreskin.

THUNK! A second blow made Bella feel as if her legs were going to detach, the impact raising her onto tiptoe.

THUNK! The third blow made her feel nauseous, made her feel like her womb jumped up to her throat while simultaneously being hacked in half.

The men applauded Miss Thwaites' magnificent efforts as she mopped her brow. They had also enjoyed the way her small tits jiggled with each impact, and the way Bella's big ones had just about slapped their owner in the face.

"Splendid work, Miss T.!" said Harold.

"Oh, I don't know. I bet it's nothing to what one of you could do..."

Oh no please please please no... thought Bella.

Miss Thwaites handed the shovel to Harold.

Harold handed the shovel to another man. "Jocko here is our strongest man."

THTHUNK!!! Three of Bella's toes were dislocated on each foot by the force of the impact driving her body upward.

"Bring the fucking slag over here," said Jocko.

Then shoved Bella against the garden wall and positioned her so her big tits were laid across the top of it. Jocko went around the other side and, with Miss Thwaite tugging Bella's brunette locks to pull her head well back, swung the shovel down so the flat of it hit Bella square on the tits, smushing them against the wall. Bella wailed, but was already being dragged upright again.

This time Jock swung the shovel upwards from behind, slicing between her round butt cheeks, letting the corner of the blade of it catch Bella right in her tender asshole.

A high pitched scream.

"Right, let's drag her inside," said Miss Thwaites, approaching Bella with a sly smile. The petite tormentor couldn't quite help sliding a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms to give her tingling twat as sly stroke as she addressed her victim. "Since you trespassed on my property and destroyed my property, I'm going to take you indoors and punish you in every room of my house." Then, to the men: "Come on, lads!"

A cheer went up. Everyone was going to enjoy this. Well, everyone who mattered.

Jocko knotted a fist in Bella's hair and held her upright as the men gripping her upper arms (which were going to be badly bruised) let go, and Harold encicled her body with one arm and grabbed hold of one tit, crushing it harshly. The slam with the spade had made both boobs incredibly tender.

Supported like this, Bella was hauled into the front hall of Miss Thwaites' house. Once within, everyone would be free to use her much more brutally without any danger of interruption...

In the hall, Miss Thwaites glanced around and said, "Now, what can I use to hurt the little slut with here? My estate agent says this isn't technically a room, but *I* think it counts."

Snatching up an umbrella, she hooked the head into Bella's asshole, which, after the hard rapings it had received, put up little resistance to the forcible penetration. Handing the umbrella to Jocko, she then took a second umbrella and did the same thing to Bella's throbbing twat, and gave the umbrella to Harold. The two men released Bella's hair and tit, so that now her entire wait was resting on the plastic hooks digging into her cunt and asshole, unless she could support herself with her trembling legs.

The pain of suspension by fuckhole was so great that Bella did actually manage to make her legs work slightly, and then she was marched, with broken toes, into Miss Thwaites; sumptuous living room. It was very plush, but to Bella's relief it didn't seem to contain any instruments of torture.

The men manoevred Bella over to an armchair, holding her erect for painful moments while Miss Thwaites fussily put some newspaper down. "I don't want the little whore leaking cum all over my seats," she snipped. Then the rear umbrella was removed, and the front one was given a terrifi yank upwards, which Bella feared might rip her pussy open, and she was dumped rudely into the chair, tits bouncing merrily.

Then two men flanking the chair pinned her wrists to the chair arms with firm grips, and grabbed her knees, parting them as wide as the chair would allow. This gave a splendid view of Bella's swollen and totally defenseless pussy, ready for more abuse.

Miss Thwaites pulled a lamp over and removed the lampshade. Despite it being a bright day, the lamp was on. She has switched it on in preparation for this. She leaned the glowing bulb closer to Bella until the light hurt her eyes. "Where there's light, there's heat, cunt," she grinned.

She tapped the bulb against Bella's swollen right nipple. Bella squeaked in pain, although the contact was brief.

Then she tapped the left nipple, which was twice as swollen (two bee-stings). Little spots of redness, redder than the surrounding hot pink, were left by each contact.

"I don't think the slut likes that," chortled one of the men.

"Better do it some more," grinned another.

"A LOT more," grinned Harold.

Tap, tap, tap. Each time, the hot bulb left a little red mark, and each time, Bella's tits flinched and jiggled delightfully. The fact that her nipples were obviously already so sore just made it even better fun. Miss Thwaites started touching the underside of Bella's tits, where the little red burn marks stood out more sharply by contrast with the pale skin, and where the jigglings, the quakings of those hefty udders were even more pronounced.

Finally, she stopped messing about and just pressed the bulb onto Bella's left nipple, holding it down so that its round, glowing dome sank into the soft flesh. "One, two, three..." she counted, then pulled the lamp away - and the skin actually stuck to it, giving off a toasty smell as the burned titty peeled free. Bella's nipple was now encircled in brilliant red, and even more swollen.

Well, that was too good not to repeat on the right nipple...

Bella's scream would have brought the house down but for the apple thrust in her mouth, to the amusement of all.

"Scream, little piggy!" laughed one of the men, cupping Bella's tit and holding it up the better for Miss Thwaites to singe it.

Then that lamp was put aside and another produced. This one was not lit, which was a good thing too, as Miss Thwaites knelt between Bella's milky, parted thighs and pressed the bulb against her aching cunt.

Bella squirmed as the round glass orb squeezed inside her...

"Don't wriggle, bitch. You don't want it to break inside your snatch, do you? A cunt full of broken glass, is that what you want?"

Bella shook her head tearfully and tried to relax, receiving the unwelcome invader until the bulb was all the way inside her tendr pussy.

At which point Miss Thwaites switched the lamp on.

The effect was stunning. Bella's pussy lips glowed pink, illuminated from within. Bella gave a shrill squeak which was terror rather than pain. Everyone "Ooh"ed and "Aah"ed at the beautiful spectacle of the luminous cunt. And then the bulb began to heat up...

Bella knew she mustn't wriggle in case the bulb shattered and tore up her cunt with sharp shards, but it's hard not to squirm with a red-hot pussy. The air filled with the delicious smell of cooking cunt, and everyone inhaled deeply to savour it. Miss Thwaites mouth was hanging open in awe at the wonderful thing she was doing, and her tongue played salaciously around her lips. Finally, just before the burns were unrecoverable, she slowly drew the lamp forth, savouring the way the cum and pussy juice sizzled on its surface, the way Bella's labia parted to release the bulbous and blindingly brilliant head of this unusual rape-tool...

Bella's head slumped back against the cushioned chair in a dead faint.

SLAP! She was rudely awoken by a really terrific backhander from Miss Thwaites, who was strong for such a little thing. SLAP! One more for luck.

"Into the bedroom with her!" crowed Miss Thwaites, who felt she had made a good start, but was far from finished with this pathetic, big-titted bimbo cunt.

To get Bella into the bedroom, Harold and Jocko simly grabbed her ankles and dragged her, face down, through the hall to the boudoir, so that the poor girl got some nasty carpet-burns on her already-scorched titties.

Bella knew she was in for it now. The bedroom was sure to contain sex toys, and there would be more rape... she was quite wrong.

Jocko and Harold now hoist Bella up by the ankles so she was upside down and spread-legged, her hair spread on the carpet. Then Miss Thwaite opened her walk-in closet and distributed belts. She took a long thin one, gave the other three men various heavy or slender straps, and they then took up position two on each side of Bella.

"At my command, unleash hell!" cried Miss Thwaite, triumphantly, and for the next ten minutes, the four belts rained down on Bella without pause. WHACK WHACK WHACKWHACKWHACK WHACKETY WHACK!

Soon the buxom beauty was striped from hed to toe with glorious red weals, decorating back, belly, tits and ass, thighs and calves, even her arms.

Of course, the soles of her feet could not be neglected: a dose of the bastinado made sure she would be forced to crawl for the next few days, her poor feet throbbing and red.

Then the belts were all swapped around so the belt buckles could be used, much more painfully. Bella's cunt, so exposed by her inverted position, made an irresistible target, and all four assailants spent ten minutes pounding her poor twat with their weighted metal maces.

Then Jocko and Harold simply dropped Bella to the floor on her head.

Gasping and moaning through the apple still in her mouth, Bella felt herself lifted by the waist, so that she was hanging with her bottom presented, and wondering what more could possibly follow...

Something pressed at her anus... more sodomitical assault? The hard, cold object slid in without difficulty but with, needless to say, plenty of pain for the poor girl.

Miss Thwaites crouched next to Bella's face and removed the apple from her aching jaws.

"P-please... (blub!) no more!" gasped the terrified twat,

"You know what I just shoved up your asshole, bitch?" grinned Miss Thwaite, stroking her own pussy through her bikini panties. "My hair straighteners. Harold, switch them on at the socket, would you?"

"Oh nonononono..." wept Bella.

CLICK

The heat began to build in her asshole...

And build...

And build...

Miss Thwaites stayed close to Bella's face so she could study every reaction, but she called out instructions to one of the men, George:

"Fuck her, George. Slide them in an out. Let her feel the heat growing. Faster, really give it to her. The cunt loves to get it in the ass, you know that. All bitches should be raped in the ass, shouldn't they? Give the cunt what she deserves..."

Smoke began to wisp up from Bella's red, smoldering asshole...

"Please... aooooowwww... stop... you're going to kill me..."

"Not yet, cunt, not for a good while yet."

After raping and burning Bella's asshole for a good few minutes, the hair-straighteners were removed and Miss Thwaites looked at the red-raw opening and smiled. She deposited a gob of spit in between Bella's singed cheeks and chuckled as the bimbo hissed with pain at the sudden moisture on her hot bot.

"No permanent damage," smiled Miss T. "...yet. Right, get the cunt on her feet, those titties need some more abuse."

Bella was roughly hauled upright, her arms twisted behind her back until they felt on the verge of dislocation.  Jiggling for all to see, Bella's tits were already bee-stung, swollen, burned and thrashed, with weals all over the soft pale skin. Then Miss Thwaites used the now red-hot hair straighteners to seize the right nipple and crush it. A hand had to be clapped over Bella's mouth to stop her screams damaging eardrums. The hand also covered her nose, so Bella started to smother. Were they going to kill her, after all? Before she could black out, Miss Thwaites transferred the straighteners to that super-swollen twice-stung left nipple, squeezing hard and also twisting 200 degrees clockwise...

Bella awoke resting on something comfortable. There was, she became aware, pain all over her body. But at least she was on something soft. A bed.

She had been transferred to the spare bedroom.

There was a sort of mechanical roaring, rushing sound. And a steadily growing warmth in Bella's pussy.

She tried to sit up but hands had gripped her ankles, arms and shoulders. She raised her head, and she saw Miss Thwaites sitting on the edge of the bed between her feet, still in her red bikini, frigging her pussy as she trained a hair dryer on Bella's.

The heat was building.

"Uhhh... uhhhnnn... no..." Bella managed to murmur. Had the asphyxiation killed off a few of her precious brain cells? Hard to tell with this dumb cunt. But she did know her snatch was hotting up rapidly, passing the discomfort level and rising into acute pain.

Miss Thwaites played the hair dryer up and down Bella's slit. All the cum and pussy juice had dried to a crust. The red, swollen twat was getting redder and redder. Miss Thwaites wasn't sure what real damage might be done this way, and didn't really care, but she was gratified to see Bella's mounting distress and could see that even this mild heat, kept in play long enough, could build to unendurable heights of scorching agony...

"Stop... killing me... you're killing me... ohhhhh my pussy..." moaned Bella. The men holding her down were greatly amused by this. With their free hands they squeezed her tits and tweaked the sore nipples without mercy.

Bella's cunt felt supernova hot. She was sure the skin must be cracking like Death Valley desert floor.

"Right," said Miss Thwaites, moving the hair dryer in until the plastic pressed at Bella's blistering labia, "Nearly done here. Who wants to rape this hot little box?"

"I will," said the man with the biggest dick. "But I think she might need some lube."

"Oh, I think you're right," said Miss Thwaites, nudging Bella's clit with the searing hair dryer nozzle. "Just to stop your cock chaffing. I think we'd better drag her carcass into the kitchen..."

Unplugging the hair dryer, Jocko wound the cord around Bella's pale throat and then hoist her over his shoulder so she was hanging, her bare feet kicking weakly, terrified vague fingers clutching at the plastic noose where it dug into her neck, and he lugged the slut through to Miss Thwaites' kitchen, hurling her over the kitchen table so her tits smacked loudly on the hard surface and her ass was presented for further punishment.

"So, you want to rape her?" Miss T. asked the man with the biggest dick. "What's your name?"

"Alf."

Miss Thwaites produced a condom from her bikini bottoms. "You'll have to wear this, Alf."

"Fuck that," spat Alf, his spit decorating Bella's butt-cheek.

"Oh, I think you'll want to," smiled Miss Thwaites, "because I'm going to lubricate the slut's cunt with red hot chilli sauce." She held up a bottle of the stuff, and the men laughed appreciatively, and Alf wasted no time stretching the offered rubber over his massive dick.

Miss Thwaites inserted the bottle's nozzle into Bella's tender, dried-up cunt, and squeezed. Bella whimpered as she felt the cold liquid filling her snatch, then began to moan as a burning sensation began, deep within her, reaching further than the other tortures had, right to her core. Thwaites kept squeezing until most of the bottle's contents had been squirted into the sobbing girl, then, as Alf stepped forward, all ready to rape, she annointed his protected, rubberized cock with the last of the chilli.

"Just to be sure it gets driven up as far inside the cunt as possible," she grinned, and slapped Bella's whip-striped ass, hard. "Come and get it, big boy."

Alf practically leapt onto Bella' ramming his shaft up her flaming twat in a single, brutish movement. Bella screamed, but was immediately choked off by Jocko twisting the cord around her throat. Alf set about pounding her pussy into hades.

"Mmm, Alf, you rape so beautifully," said Miss Thwaites, licking her lips. She moved closer to him, sitting on the kitchen table next to Bella, resting a hand on this girl's quivering butt. "I don't think I've ever kissed a man as ugly as you, and certainly not one so... common..."

Cupping his face with one hand, the cruel lady kissed him full on the mouth to encourage his savage abuse of Bella's burning fuckhole. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. "Please... more... harder..." she moaned.

Alf was hapy to oblige.

Miss Thwaites licked his neck. "Anything... for a man like you, Alf... anything..."

"Lick my asshole, miss," he snorted.

"That's a disgusting suggestion," said Miss Thwaites, running a finger around the base of his cock as it pistoned in and out of Bella's swollen snatch. "I bet it's not even clean..."

"Not particularly," grinned Alf.

"Oh, very well," said Miss Thwaites. "Just to encourage you in your excellent raping. The things I do for love..." and she sank to her knees behind him and started lapping at his balls, snaking her tongue a little further up his taint each time. "It smells simply VILE," she moaned. "Don't you even wipe, you disgusting pleb?"

And then she thrust her face between his cheeks and began licking like a seasoned ass-whore.

Needing no instructions, Alf slipped his cock from Bella's blazing cunt-hole and rammed it up the tight, tortured opening immediately above.

As Miss Thwaites sucked and licked and slurped at Alf's ass in disgusted ecstasy, he rammed his monster cock into Bella's abused butt-hole, coating the anal lining with chilli sauce from his condom-sheathed shaft.

"Mmmff," gasped Miss Thwaites, coming up for air with brown lips, "SO disgusting! This is the second load of shit I've swallowed today, but I don't mind because it's you, Alf," then she dived back down and shoved her tongue up his spasming asshole, determined to lick up as much of his excrement as she could get.

Meanwhile, Bella's toasted asshole was now inflamed by chilli, making the tissue swell up and clasp Alf's cock tightly, so that even though her ass had been thoroughly abused and violated that day, it now felt as tight as a virginal schoolgirl's, much to Bella's distress.

Her head was hanging off the end of the kitchen table, allowing some of the men who had, after all, only raped her once or twice, to make good use of her mouth, at times pinching her nose as they rammed to the back of her throat, so as to make her airtight and asphyxiated, but they were careful not to allow her the mercy of actually passing out. No sense showing the slut that kind of mercy.

As Alf went back and forth from asshole to cunt, Bella was forced to swallow three loads of cum, then Miss Thwaites climbed atop her, the perky bikini-clad tits pressing against Bella's DD monsters, and French-kissed the bimbo hard, transmitting as much of Alf's shit into Bella's gagging mouth as possible.

"Just a taste," whispered Miss Thwaites into Bella's ear. "We're off to the toilet next."

At which point Alf came. Pulling his shaft from Bella's asshole, which sucked on it so passionately it looked apt to turn inside-out as his big bell-end wrenched free, he stripped the filthy, flavoured condom from his dick and handed it to Miss T.

"Waste not, want not," she giggled, and squeezed the contents into Bella's mouth as Harold held her nose to force her to accept the gift. Sobbing bitterly, Bella felt her mouth fill with glutinous, gluey fluid, then forced the lot down in order to breathe.

"Fuck, look at the state of those holes," said one of the men, admiring the redness and puffiness of Bella's cunt and asshole. Miss Thwaites inserted a finger into the burned cunt, and a thumb into the ass, and pinched, digging her nails into the tender tissues as if to break through the slender barrier between them.

"I don't think this cunt has suffered NEARLY enough," she attested in her cut-glass accent. "Come on, men, on to the bathroom!"

Jocko stuck two finger up Bella's nostrils and pulled her to her feet, while Miss Thwaites kept her finger and thumb in Bella's holes, pinching viciously. Alf grabbed her by the clit with the hair straighteners, which he unplugged so they could all frogmarch their plaything through to the toilet. The straighteners began to cool down immediately, but not fast enough to spare Bella from nasty blistering on her poor rosebud.

They got her into the bathroom, then released her, leaving the dazed bimbo swaying on her feet but just barely, ringed around by her assailants. Then Miss T made a fist and - BOFF! - socked Bella in her dainty jaw. The brunette toppled, but Walter caught her under the arms, his hands cupping her big titties, which he squeezed, very hard, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb. Then he thrust her forward with a knee hitting her coccyx, so that she lurched towards the man opposite, Alf, who socked her a good one in the jaw, spinning her around.

This brought her into range of Jocko, who punched her right in the nose and mouth, so that she fell back, nostrils and lips bleeding, to be caught around the waist by another man, who then hoist her ceilingward as if she were a ballerina.

CRACK! Bella's skull connected with the plaster and she went cross-eyed, dropping down towards the biggest, strongest man of them all, who was just bringing his fist upwards to catch her in the lower belly, just above her cunt, which knocked all the wind out of her and then some.

Bella staggered back into the bath, falling into it and bashing the back of her head on the tiles. Her eyes rolled around in her head and she heard tweetie bird sounds.

Miss Thwaites then picked up the shower nozzle and aimed it at her victim's tits. Full blast, ice-cold. Bella was too concussed to notice at first, then, as her tits turned blue and her nipples turned to little novelty ice-cubes, she began to shiver and shake, gradually waking up to feel the early onset of hypothermia in her bounteous jugs. But by then Miss Thwaites was aiming the shower head into the sink as she changed the temperature from freezing to boiling. Without warning, she blasted Bella's knockers with the scalding hot spray and then, as the girl screamed and tried to cover her crimson orbs, she let her have it right between the legs.

Bella's poor cunt had been subjected to so much abuse already that one might expect it to have lost all sensation, but in fact it was more sensitive than ever, having been thoroughly tenderized by fucking, whipping, burning and chilli sauce. She tried to close her legs but the men took hold of her feet. She clapped her hands over her throbbing minge, and Miss Thwaites simply redirected her red-hot water cannon at those tempting tits. Whatever erogenous zone Bella tried to protect, she got a blast of seething water on the exposed area.

When this had gone on long enough, Miss Thwaites set the spray back to cold and doused Bella all over until her teeth were chattering.

"Now," Miss T declared, "Here we are in the bathroom. What else does one do in a bathroom?"

There was no question about it: Bella was going to be used as a toilet. They slapped and kicked her across the room until they had her kneeling in the shower, and the men formed a line.

"OK, cunt, you're going to drink their piss. A stroke of the belt for every drop you spill. On your pussy."

Cruel laughter.

"OK, OK, please don't hurt me anymore," begged Bella.

"One stroke seems rather tender-hearted," said Jocko.

"What do you think, then, six strokes for every drop of piss spilled?"

"I was thinking more like twelve."

"Fine," laughed Miss Thwaites. "Twelve strokes for every drop the cunt spills. Let her have it."

The first in line was Alf, who offered his cock to Bella to suck, and began urinating as soon as she had it between her lips. She coped fairly well with this, gulping for all she was worth as the salty fluid filled her mouth and made her cheeks bulge. She gulped and gulped but there seemed to be so much of it. Finally, she started to choke, and urine burned her nostrils as it spiilled from her nose, and Alf ended up pulling his cock from her lips with a loud smacking sound and sprayed the last of it right in her eyes.

"Wow, that was pathetic," said Miss T. "I think you must have spilled, what, twenty drops?"

"At least," said Jocko.

"So that would be, what, two hundred and forty strokes on your cunt?" Miss Thwaites couldn't help but laugh. "My, you're going to be sore! And that was just one load of piss, and we have six here!"

Miss Thwaites took a lipstick and wrote "40" on Bella's forehead.

Jocko was next, shoving his semi-erect cock into Bella's mouth and unleashing a golden torrent. Bella immediately choked, and the piss gouted from her lips and over her plump tits in great abundance.

"My, a piss-poor showing there," said Miss T, clapping her hands in delight. "I don't know if we can even guess how many drops you spilled that time. I think I'd better let Jocko decide. That would be fairest."

Jocko whispered in Miss Thwaites' ear, she giggled, and then she added a "1o" to Bella's forehead with the lipstick so it now said "1040."

Harold treated Bella slightly more kindly, allowing her to suck his cock and gulp down the relative trickle of piss he emitted. He did, to keep things fun, pull out at the last moment to splash her face with a few drops, so the score on Bellas head was altered to read "1045."

The other men were variously splashy, so a lot more pee ended up soaking Bella, getting in her hair, her eyes, stinging her nostrils. She swallowed a great deal of piss, but she also spilled plenty.

Then Miss Thwaites made her lean her head back so she could sit on her face and pee directly into her mouth, ordering Bella to lick her pussy, which resulted in at least half the pee pouring down her tits, belly, cunt and legs.

In the end, Miss T ended up rounding up the figure..

"Now, slut, do you know how many whippings you earned?" Bella shook her head dumbly.

They picked her up, mostly by her tits, and shoved her in front of the bathroom mirror, and she gasped and covered her mouth in horror when she saw the figure "3000" across her brow.

"Well," chuckled Miss Thwaites, "I don't think this whore is going to be up to much after she's had her cunt whipped three thousand times, so any further fun had better be carried out before we beat her. So... who needs a shit?"

All of the men put their hands up. After a short pause, Miss Thwaites did also.

Bella's eyes widened. "Oh no... you can't!"

But they could.

"Come on, whore, you perform this little service for me and we WON'T beat your cunt 3000 times," smiled Miss Thwaites. "Now, be a good shit-whore and lick my asshole. Encourage the shit to come out with your tongue."

"Oh God," wept Bella, as Miss Thwaites lowered her bikini briefs and presented her ass for Bella to lick.

Alf, Jocko and some of the others dangled belts to let Bella see what she was in for if she didn't perform a satisfactory shit-show.

Bella moved in, unbound, and placed her hands on Miss Thwaites' peachy ass-cheeks, spreading them carefully so that the tight asshole was winking at her. Then, wincing at the pain in her body and the disgusting nature of her task, she extended her tongue and began to lick around the pucker. Since it was presently clean, the act was no more disgusting than the other rape acts she had endured. She began to lap up and down at Miss T's ass crack.

"That's nice, cunt. Feels like you're enjoying that. We may have found your purpose in life."

"Mmm-mngg..." moaned Bella, slurping away helplessly. As she did so, she began to taste something acrid and unpleasant, and felt the head of a turd stretching the asshole as she slobbered over it. The firm, healthy poo crowned out, sticking in her face as she tried to avoid it but keep licking the anal ring tautly drawn around it.

"Keep licking, whore... savour that taste... it's better than you deserve... now, catch that turd and hold it between those fat udders..."

The shit slipped free from Miss Thwaites asshole and Bella felt it slide down her body until she was able to trap it between her DD tits. It felt sticky and slimey and warm... she knew it had smeared brown juices over her throat and chest and was now adhering to her skin.

"Now stick your tongue up my ass and clean me, cunt," grinned Miss Thwaites. The men were all leaning in close to enjoy the fabulous sight of Bella's total humiliation. Some held their noses, something Bella couldn't do, and it wouldn't have done her much good as she circled her tormentor's brown, sticky asshole with her tongue and then jabbed it delicately into the ringpiece in a series of tender thrusts. She gagged at the taste but didn't dare stop. Miss Thwaites reached back and gripped Bella's hair and ground her petite ass into the busty girl's mouth.

"Glub... glurrk... schlupppp!" moaned Bella, her mouth full of the flavour of shit.

Only when Miss Thwaites was satisfied that her anus had been licked shiny-clean by the abject toilet whore did she straighten up, bikini still around her knees, to admire the sight of the sobbing Bella, lips all chocolatey with shit.

"Well done. Now take that piece of shit in your mouth, you piece of shit... suck it like you suck cock, slut."

The men laughed appreciatively as Bella was forced to perform a salacious blow-job on Miss T's turd, licking and sucking it, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

"Play with yourself," ordered Thwaites, and Bella had to finger-fuck her burned and beaten cunt with fingers slick with human excrement, all while fellating the noxious turd.

"OK, chew and swallow, cunt, chew and swallow."

Gagging and weeping, Bella bit the end of the turd and tried to munch it up. She was retching and sobbing and wanted to die. The inside of her mouth became a mass of mushy shit and saliva, and it took her long minutes to force down even part of the first bite. Her audience didn't attempt to hurry her, they just enjoyed the slow, agonizing spectacle of her total disgrace. The second mouthful was no easier than the first, and it took Bella seven bites, over ten minutes, to finish eating Miss Thwaites' shit.

"Fine," said that excellent lady, "Now for the boys' turns," and she planted one bare foot on Bella's left tit and kicked her onto her back. Alf immediately sat on her face and started pinching her aching tits.

"Get licking, cunt," he grunted.

Bella felt another man sit astride her chest, and a third spread her legs and she realised with horror that they were going to defecate on her tits and pussy. But she had no time to worry about that as Alf unleashed a flood of partly liquid, partly solid but very mushy filth all over her face. She spluttered, literally drowning in shit, and a big wet series of turds flowed into her open mouth.

Meanwhile a warm, sticky snake of shit unfurled onto her tits, while a shorter, straighter on was laid onto her brutalized quim, adorning her ladyparts like some exotic but repellant decorations.

Bella had no choice but to chomp and gulp at her disgusting meal to try to get it out of her face before she drowned or smothered.

"Well, the cunt's not going to be able to lick you fellows clean," said Miss Thwaites ruefully, "So I suppose the least I could do is lend you my tongue. I'm rather afraid I'm learning to enjoy the taste of shit myself..." And she knelt and licked Alf's dirty asshole, then those of the other men.

Bella was now being forced to swallow one last, massive dump direct from the source. Miss Thwaites paused in her brown-nosing activities to watch the fun, then lifted the snakey turd from her big tits.

"Here, let me chew it for you like a momma bird," she laughed, nibbling at the filth and spitting it into Bella's distraught mouth. The weeping bimbo had no choice but to swallow. When every drop remained, there was still the muck lying on Bella's pussy lips.

"I really don't think we can expect this whore to eat any more poop," smiled Miss Thwaites. "Pass that toilet brush."

So she spread Bella's aching cunt lips open, and guided the large piece of poop between them, stroking and teasing Bella's labia with the slimey object, painting her cunt brown. Then she took the toilet brush, doused liberally in bleach of course, and used it to ram the shit right into her victim's cunt, driving it in and out so the hard plastic bristles rasped and tore at Bella's slit, and the liquid pulped shit came spurting out around the brush, so that she had to keep forcing it in anew.

"Mmmm," smiled Miss Thwaites as she licked her fingers clean. "Now, I'm going to keep one of you on hand to ravish me senseless. I think I'll choose YOU," she said, pointing to Jocko. "I bruise easily, by the way, so I hope you're going to leave some pretty marks to remember you by. As for this cunt," she kicked Bella in the ribs, not particularly hard but with superb contempt, "I think we can dismiss the promise NOT to beat her as mere pillow talk. As far as I'm concerned, three thousand whippings on the pussy isn't half enough. Kindly drag her out to the patio... and literally beat the shit out of her."

She laughed at her own pun and watched as the men rolled Bella in the plastic shower curtain, so she wouldn't stain any of the furniture on the way out, and carried her off en masse. Then she led Jocko to the bedroom and encouraged him to fuck her with the brutality customary in a rape, and thoroughly enjoyed it, while listening to the delightful sound of Bella being beaten senseless outside.

The men carried Bella outside wrapped in the shower curtain, and dropped her on the patio, her body smacking into the hard cement. At this point, without even unwrapping their parcel, they set about giving her a good kicking with their heavy workboots, landing crushing blows in her stomach, ribs, tits, ass, cunt, kidneys, face...

After a few minutes of this, they took hold of the curtain and yanked hard at one end, rolling the injured slut out into the open, where she crashed into a concrete plant holder.

With her naked body now completely exposed, it was clearly time to use the belts, which they did with gusto, thrashing Bella all over while she squirmed and begged, unable to get out of the way of the rain of blows. The belts had heavy buckles which bruised and gashed everywhere they hit.

Of course, Bella did NOT actually get whipped on the cunt 3000 times.

It was probably twice that, although that's including the many kicks her swollen love-box received, and various whackings with bamboo cane taken from the garden.

Often, the shit so tightly packed into her poor cunt would leak out and soil the men's boots as they kicked her pussy, so they would order her to lick the boots clean. Naturally terrified of further kicking, Bella would eagerly run her tongue all over their footwear, slurping up the spilled excreta. Of course, she got her cunt kicked some more anyway. More kicking, more leaking, more licking, repeat repeat repeat.

When they got tired of beating the bitch lying down, they lifted her up by the arms and beat her some more, then by the legs, the better to thrash that naughty pussy. As she dangled from the ankles, head and shoulders laid on the ground, sometimes a man would kick her in the stomach to augment the pussy-whipping. It was all good.

The sun was beginning to set by the time it was "knocking off" time and the men dumped Bella's broken body outside the garden.

Slowly, some degree of consciousness returned to the tortured slut. She realised she was only a few metres from her own home. In agonizing little movements, she began to crawl there. Every part of her body hurt. Doctors would later identify twenty broken bones, mostly ribs, toes and fingers, as well as serious scalding, burns, and severe bruising. Little nicks and cuts decorated her lovely flanks, where the whip marks from before had faded from view amid the general discoloration. Shit was leaking slowly from her pussy.

She crawled to her flat and then realised, of course, that she was locked out, having fallen off the roof earlier without her keys.

But Bella had one piece of seeming luck: a window was open. She had to climb to her feet, a torturous process, pull the window wide open, and then more or less fall through into her bedroom, moaning in agony.

BZZZ....


Bella looked up, wide-eyed despite the many blows to the head she had received. A single bee came weaving through the air from the hallway.

That same bee! Bella was too sore and exhausted to care. It wouldn't even matter if the damn thing stung her, after all she'd suffered. She was lying flat on her tits on the floor and this seemed the safest position. She reached up feebly to see if she could pull a sheet from the bed to cover herself.

Ouch! The bee stung her on her bare bum. It was sore, but to be honest the movement caused by the sting, her involuntary flinch, was more painful, because her whole body ached.

BZZZZ...

Another bee. Bella blinked in confusion. Never the smartest slut in the world, she had real trouble in her present battered state processing the fact of a second insect antagonist.

Ouch! Both bees stung Bella's ass at once, left and right cheeks. She flinched again, and felt forced to roll over, kicking at the bees. Of course, that just made them made. One stung her on the ball of her foot, the other soared past and got her on the underside of her voluptuous left breast, causing a good deal of writhing and resultant jiggling.

BZZZZ...

Three more bees entered, to see what the fuss was about. They immediately saw that there was fun to be had, with a large and attractive target surface bouncing and wriggling on the floor. They dive-bombed the weeping brunette, scoring hits on her belly, just above her pussy; her upper arm; and her lower lip. Meanwhile the two previous bees made successful assaults on the upper slope of her right breast, and her inner thigh.

Though barely able to move with her multiple injuries, Bella climbed to her knees, waving desperately at her attackers.

BZZZZZ...

Ten more bees roved across the threshold and launched immegiately into action, accompanied by the five already present. Bella received stings on both nipples, both buttocks, her left eyelid, her right cheek (upper), her big toe, her calf, her other inner thigh, her armpit, the palm of her hand, her upper lip, the small of her back her left outer labia, and finally, to her supreme distress, her clitoris.

That got the dozy slut moving at last. Bella staggered to her aching feet and ran to the open window, the nearest form of escape if not the most sensible. She was halfway out when the window slipped shut, trapping her, half indoors and half outdoors.

Of course, the bees went wild on Bella's bottom. More and more of them swarmed into the room - the first bee had brought all his friends to get revenge on the snotty little cunt who'd tried to swat him. The plunged their stingers into her defenseless bottom again and again.

Bella screamed, though not very strongly on account of the abuse she'd suffered. For long minutes, the street was empty, with no possible rescuer in sight. During that time the stinging was relentless, targeting Bella's feet, legs, and especially her arse. When her kicking made it possible, the bees also took particular pleasure in assaulting her cunt, scoring multiple hits on her pussy lips and clit, which, already severely swollen, could accommofate far more stings than would normally have been possible.

Finally, a group of young men walked past, on their way from their first pub to the second. They saw Bella and had a good laugh at her plight. When she begged them for mercy, they offered to free her if she'd suck them off. She asked if they could free her first, but they grinned and said that would hardly be a sensible risk for them to take as she might change her mind.

As Bella performed the eight necessary blow-jobs, taking her time as instructed, the bees located her anus, and bore down on it with tremendous enthusiasm. It was stung fifty-seven times during her fellating of the jeering youths, nor did the vicious attack on her pussy and butt-cheeks falter for a moment.

Of course, when all eight men had decorated Bella's features in their cum, they wandered off, laughing, leaving her still trapped and under assault.

I suppose someone must have eventually called an ambulance because she did survive her ordeal and even recover, physically if not mentally. Even her looks recovered after the various swellings went down. I mean, her looks MUST have recovered, because the silly slut got herself raped again a month later. On that occasion, her forceful violators weren't so gentle.

THE END (for now - obviously Bella's suffering will continue)

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I'd love to know what you think, what you enjoyed, what you didn't. And don't forget to rate the story!

[SoftGameHunter]

Well I simply must protest the inaccurate psychology and physiology displayed in this story! Bees don't harbor grudges, and they can only sting once. Please don't use stories to besmirch the known science and behavior of bees!

But Bella's treatment is fine. No worries.

[skuttrusk]

LOL.

Cartoon girl, cartoon bees. Different rules apply. Although hopefully Bella's suffering is real.

[Claire]

After looking this story up for you, I recognized the name and thought I'd give it a read. I did not realize what I was getting into...

To be honest, I can't say that this is doing it for me, but I will admit that it is unique! When I first created the forum, I wondered whether we would need a comedy tag for stories because I wasn't sure whether it would be used. But seeing how many we have of those by now, I think I made the right decision!

Clear recommendation for anybody who enjoys a bit of cartoonish humor in their rape fantasy!

[skuttrusk]

I think the only one of my stories you're likely to appreciate is the ongoing Amy's Treatment, which is certainly a bit more serious and plausible!

[embarrassedalready]

i mean.....i shouldn't like this, it's so over the top and all, but omg.........i think i'm very hormonal at the moment and ooooofff, the sheer brutality.......ohhhh.....

[skuttrusk]

I love it when girls get off on my most brutal and disgusting stories.

[embarrassedalready]

I love it when girls get off on my most brutal and disgusting stories.

imagine how awkward it feels for ME......! but the sheer brutality of it was something else,,,,the way they talked about hurting her, and the casual way they had fun with it......i dunno, i mean the scat stuff was not for me at all but the cruelty was.....intense. especially by the end of it because i can just imagine being so broken and limp.....

[skuttrusk]

Yeah, I like it when girls struggle with their enjoyment, feel shame. And the attitude I try to imbue my male characters with is a casual disregard for their victim's survival. They don't want her dead because they want her to keep suffering, but if a cunt snuffs it... no biggie!

[embarrassedalready]

is this the only one you did that's this brutal or are there others?

it'll sound weird but i think myfavorite part was them holding her and stamping on her bare feet with their workboots while they hit her.......