Bella's Bottom

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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: BELLA'S BOTTOM
Author: Skuttrusk

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This started life as a very short story, spare and minimal, almost like the script for a comic strip. Part two is much more elaborate. It was the first Bella story and so you can see my ambitions growing as I realized I needed to be much more sadistic to her, LOL.

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BELLA'S BOTTOM


A story in two sections

1

Three O'Clock.

"Get this delivered by four or you know what you're in for," ordered Bella's boss, Basil.

Bella was a posh bimbo whose father had fallen on hard times and she had to earn cash as a courier, riding her bicycle around town. Basil had quickly realized that Bella really needed her job, was rather dumb, and could be easily dominated. He took advantage of this fact by punishing her with regular spankings when she messed up, which was often.

Basil had extended spanking privileges to several of his employees, so that now around half of his staff had the right to spank Bella if they felt she'd earned it. Even Ross, who was another courier with no seniority over Bella, had been given the right to redden her behind.

Bella gulped. "I mustn't mess this one up," she thought.

Three fifteen.

Bella cycled along the busy road in her courier uniform, which consisted of knee boots, black hot pants, and a red T-shirt with the company name, I-PUT-OUT, printed in big black letters across her tits. It was January so her nipples stood out prominently due to the cold, and due to the fact that Basil forbade his female employees to spoil the line of their uniforms by wearing bras.

Those on the road behind Bella admired her thighs and ass as she pedalled as hard as she could. Those to the front and side ogled her bouncing tits. Her appearance incited demeaning comments from motorists who, even on a cold day like today, took the trouble to wind down their windows to inform the busty blonde of just what they'd like to do to those succulent breasts and buttocks. Every time Bella delivered a parcel she was subject to this kind of humiliation.

"Ouch!"

One motorist had reached his hand out the window and spanked her butt as he sped past, his palm collecting sharply with the lower part of her cheek, the part that always worked its way free from the constraining hot pants, which Basil made sure were a size too small for her curvaceous behind.

Three twenty.

Bella wasn't far from her destination now, but her butt was glowing. The spanking motorist had started a trend, and now every guy -- and a few gals -- who overtook her, either spanked or pinched her inviting ass. The skin was red and tender now, making each assault even more uncomfortable. Bella blinked back tears.

HSSSSS!

A new kind of agony -- one particularly wicked gentleman had decided to touch the end of his lit cigarette, just after inhaling from it, to her tender rump.

"Eeeek!" Bella squealed, her feet slipping from the pedals and her arms spasming, so that the bike veered erratically about. The last thing she heard before she crashed into a fence was a cruel laugh from her tormenter.

Bella tumbled over the fence and plunged down a sharp slope into a vacant lot where a building had been demolished. RRIP! Her ass connected with a jagged heap of stones, tearing her shorts. YOW! She bounced onto a pile of broken glass and further fabric damage was incurred. SCRAPE! She stopped bouncing and just slid, on her mostly bare ass, down a rough, gravelly incline which abraded her poor bum-cheeks nastily. SPLISH! She landed in a filthy muddy puddle, somersaulting over twice before coming to a wet stop. At least the mucky water was cooling.

Bella slowly stood and inspected the damage. She flinched as her fingers touched her aching rump, and then gasped as they found bare skin, bare skin and more (tender) bare skin. The back of her hot pants had been torn away completely, exposing her rear end. The coating of slimy mud wasn't going to do anything to protect her modesty!

Three thirty.

Bella cycled along, slower than before, due to her aching body. Her ass now incited even more lewd comments from those around her, since it was completely nude. Cold, wet, filthy, sore and miserable, she had no option but to head for her destination, since she lacked the funds to buy any replacement clothing.

SMACK!

The motorists took no pity on her sore bottom, and still rained down stinging blows that made her cheeks jounce and her lips tremble.

WOOF! WOOF!

A savage looking mastiff barked angrily at Bella from the curb. Everyone seemed to be having a go at her today. The animal strained at its leash, held by a ten-year-old boy standing with some friends. Surely that dog was too big and dangerous to be in his care?

With a laugh, the boy let go of the leash, and the dog bounded up to Bella, leapt, and sank its fangs into her naked derriere. Hilarity from the boys.

Bella screamed and lost control of her bike again, turning into the oncoming traffic and hitting the bumper of a car that braked just in time to avoid squashing her. Bella was flung over the bonnet and pressed into the windscreen, her lips smooshing into a ridiculous expression as she stared wide-eyed at the startled driver.

RRRRIP! The dog tore off the remains of her hot pants and left her spread-eagled over the front of the car, bottomless and on display. Cameras flashed.

Three forty.

Bella bent over the doctor's desk, biting her lower lip in dread anticipation as he advanced upon her with a huge syringe, its needle glinting in a sinister way.

The doctor smiled. He knew Bella didn't really need a rabies shot, but the idea of sticking a needle in such a deserving butt was irresistible. Grasping one red cheek firmly, provoking a small whimper from his victim, he then let her wait delicious, agonizing moments while he took careful aim.

YOOOWIE! Bella's yell almost brought the house down as the needle sank all the way into the sorest bit of her left buttock. The doctor took his time injecting, twisting the needle cruelly and varying the pressure of his free hand which kneaded and palpated the vulnerable flesh. Finally, ever so slowly, he withdrew the needle.

"And that's just the first of the series, my girl. There are twelve injections in all, to be administered at once. And you must report back next week for a full examination and the follow-up shots. Now, grit your teeth, this next one has to go right into your perineum. I'm afraid you'll find it... rather painful."

Three fifty-five.

Bella staggered from the doctor's, half blinded by tears. The doc had kept her for ages, making her sign all sorts of form (without knowing it, she had now signed up for a series of drug trials which would involve forty more injections), and she was worried she would be late. She was also worried about lowering her sore ass onto that hard saddle. She has asked the doctor for something to wear, even some bandages to protect her modesty, but he had refused, stating that the cool air would be the best treatment for her injuries.

Bella decided to get this over with, to sit down fast and get on her way. Because of her haste, and the tears in her eyes, she didn't notice that the naughty dog-owning boys had removed her bicycle seat...

"OOOOOH-OOOOOWWWW!" cried the hapless bimbo as the icy metal spike stabbed between her cheeks. For an instant she tried to halt her descent as the sharp steel pressed against the defenceless pucker between her buns, but then she sadly lost her balance and sank down, down, down, nine inches down onto the savage penetrating metal. Then, with a shuddering sob, she tipped sideways and fell into another icy, muddy puddle.

The boys stood around laughing and taking pictures with their phones as Bella slowly dragged herself through the filth, her T-shirt clinging to her pendulous jugs, a transparent membrane that preserved none of her modesty. With a slow wriggle in the muck she was eventually able to extract her bicycle from her aching ass and, ignoring the foul abuse from the watching kids, gingerly mounted it, without lowering her posterior this time, and set off towards her destination again.

Of course, she was obliged to keep her bare rump raised high, which made it an even more tempting target for the many, many motorists who passed...

One minute past four.

Bella arrived, breathless, at her destination and staggered to the door, clutching the battered and grimy parcel.

The door was opened promptly by a leather clad woman of about thirty with a black bob and a severe expression.

"You must be the little slut from the courier company," sneered the woman.

Bella felt that arguing would not be in her in her interests. "Umm, yes. Yes I am," she said in a small voice.

The woman snatched the parcel and unwrapped it. Inside was a cat o'nine tails, a leather paddle dotted with steel studs, a riding crop, and bull whip.

"Your boss said that if you were late I should feel free to break these in on your fat little ass, whore. He said you should get one stroke for every second you were late. You are a minute and a half late. He also said that he and his entire staff would be waiting to punish you again when you got back to the office. Now, do you want to take your punishment inside, tied to my fucking machine, or out here in the street?"

2

Bella asked her boss very nicely. OK, she begged him. When you’re the whipping girl for the whole company, the one who gets blamed and punished (usually SPANKED), you can’t afford dignity. You beg.

“My bottom’s so sore from yesterday, and my bike still isn’t fixed, and it’s so cold outside, PLEASE just give me a delivery that’s local!”

Bella’s boss smirked. He knew her ass really was sore – it had been smacked, pinched, burnt, grazed, bitten by a dog, injected by a doctor, jabbed by a steel spike and then whipped by a professional dominatrix. And when the sobbing courier had hobbled back to the office, he had taken pleasure in putting her over his knee personally, in front of all the staff, and thrashing her bare bum with a rolled-up copy of Hustler magazine. So, naturally her ass was sore, and naturally he had no sympathy. Still…

“OK, there’s a delivery to a Mr. Creasy, only a mile or so away.” Bella beamed, ever so grateful. “But you’d better get into your uniform first.”

“Oh please! It’s so cold out! And my uniform was totally destroyed yesterday.”

“I have another one for you. The old one will have to come out of your wages, though.” And he chucked her a folded uniform, the tight, thin, low-cut T-shirt and the tight, buttock-exposing hot pants.

“OK,” sighed Bella. “I’ll change in the loo.”

“You’ll change here. I want to see the new uniform fits.”

So poor Bella had to strip, in the boss’s glass-sided office, in full view of her fellow workers who stopped what they were doing to watch her remove her clothes, and her dignity, and squeeze and wriggle her curvaceous nude form into the uniform that was even tighter and more demeaning than the one she’d lost yesterday. The staff all enjoyed seeing her red bottom in all its glory, healed from the worst of its injuries the day before, but still tender and crimson from the abuse it had suffered.

The new T-shirt still said I-PUT-OUT on the front, but also, in smaller letters, DELIVERIES IN REAR.

“Looks good,” sneered the boss, giving her a play ful smack on the behind and letting his palm linger there for a slow, loving grope (the squeezing of her ass, apart from being humiliating for Bella, with so many of her co-workers looking on and laughing, was also physically painful, so sensitive was the skin back there). He also took the time to attach a post0it note to the seat of her shorts, which read HIT ME.

Bella’s walk through the office was a painful one, as every desk she passed seemed to contain a joker who delighted in reaching out and spanking her butt as she passed. She couldn’t understand it. “Do I have a sign on my back?” she wondered, metaphorically.

Once she was gone, the boss got on the phone and called up his teenage sons. “She just left. By all means, have fun with her. Whatever you like, she can’t do anything about it, I own the slut’s ass. She needs this job like she needs a dick in her mouth. Knock yourselves out, kids.”

Bella hurried along through the icy streets. The weather had worsened since yesterday, so that there was snow and ice on the ground. Her breath was visible in the cold air, and so was the shape of her nipples through her skimpy top. Despite the inclement weather, male passers-by slowed to watch as she passed, often making obscene or suggestive remarks at the hot chick in the unsuitable clothing. “Careful, sweetheart, you’ll have someone’s eye out with those!” was one of the milder comments. “Nice rack, bitch!” was a more typical level of wit.

Bella, shivering and flushed with embarrassment and cold, was halfway to her destination before anything serious happened. At first it didn’t seem a threat – a teenage boy stepped from a doorway, blocking her path on the narrow piece of pavement from which the snow had been cleared. Realizing the kid probably wanted to ogle her, and maybe degrade her verbally, Bella sighed and waited.

“Hey, tits. I wonder if you could help settle a bet?”

Bella tried to think of a devastating rejoinder, but all that came out was, “What bet?” Then she felt a cold hand on her lower butt cheek and whirled. Another teenager had appeared behind her. He was holding what looked like a wine bottle.

“We filled a wine bottle with water and froze it. The bottle cracked, so we removed all the glass, so now we have a perfect bottle shape made out of ice. What we was wondering is, do you think a slut like you could take the whole thing up her asshole?”

Back away, Bella. They probably don’t mean to go through with it, but… “I doubt it. I’ve never had anything remotely that big up there… what am I saying?”
“That’s not what our Dad told us,” laughed the kid with the bottle, and he took a step forward, grabbing for Bella’s shoulder.

Bella turned and ran, but the kid caught the sleeve of her T-shirt and she felt it rip. Seconds later, she felt one breast bounce free of the torn clothing, the cold air on her skin telling her she was partially nude again. Also –

Pulling away from her assailant had made her lose balance, and she found herself stumbling off the path into deeper snow. Her feet sank into four inches of the stuff, and each trainer was sucked from her feet, leaving her with only damp ankle-socks. Plunging through the snow bank she emerged onto the icy road, just as a car whizzed by, spraying her with slush and ice.

“AAAAHHH!” screamed Bella as she was soaked from head to toe in freezing, dirty mush. Her feet slipped from under her, her poor bottom hit the road, and she found herself sliding ass-first along the icy tarmac. She could hear the teenagers laughter as they followed.

Bella slid clean across the road, grit scraping at her ass, and rolled into the gutter on her stomach. Hearing footsteps approach, she wasn’t about to stay in that position, ass-up like a sacrificial victim in some kind of anal ritual. Winded and sore, she nevertheless started struggling to her feet, which had the unfortunate effect of making her butt stick out for just a second.

WHUMP! One second was all the teenager closest needed. His boot shot out, kicking Bella hard in her poor rump, propelling her onto the curb. Her hands slapped into the wall, jut barely arresting her momentum before she hit her head.

This new position only lasted a second, but it was a tempting one: Bella was bent over, leaning against the wall, her legs splayed and her butt upthrust –

WHUMP! This time it was the second assailant who kicked her, and this time his boot whistled between her legs, catching her right in the crotch. Bella expelled all the air in her lungs in a single agonized WHOOF! and dropped to her bare knees.

Another tempting position, as Bella’s knees were still parted, inviting another brutal kick to the cunt. This one was so hard it nearly lifted her to her feet again, but instead, having bobbed up a bit, she slumped to her side, clutching her throbbing pussy protectively.

“She won’t be running away now,” chuckled the first lad. “Now to settle that bet…”

Bella felt eager hands fumbling at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. Then , with the last of her strength, she kicked out, her stockinged feet striking both lads in the chest. They flew back, unfortunately taking her shorts with them as they sprawled in the road. Scrambling to her feet, now clad only in ripped shirt, socks and G-string (the only underwear her boss would allow), Bella staggered off up the nearest alley, hoping to put some distance between her vulnerable ass and these vicious hellions.

Ducking and twisting through alleys and side-streets, Bella soon felt she had shaken off any pursuit, but she was faced with a new problem. As the ache in her ass and pussy faded a little, the cold started to be a real problem. With constant supervision she could keep her T-shirt together, preventing her left boob from saying Hello Boys! to the world, but her lack of footwear and shorts, coupled with the fact that she was inadequately dressed anyway, meant that her condition was rapidly becoming serious. She might freeze out here! And she was now totally lost.

A patch of waste ground offered some possible help. Two huddled, ragged figures crouched around a fire burning in an old trash can. Warmth! Possibly danger too, but warmth! Bella padded over.

The two hobos turned scabby, grizzled faces and cold, hopeless eyes towards her.

“Excuse me… I’m very cold. Could I warm myself by your fire?”

A long pause while Bella paced and shivered, not daring to approach closer.

“You’re half naked, bitch.”

“I was attacked. They stole my shorts.”

“Shorts? Hah!” The old, wrinkled and filthy man cracked a toothless smile, possibly for the first time in years. “Tore your shirt, too, huh?” Bella nodded.

“I tell you what. Show us those sweet titties and we might let you suck up some of the heat from our fire,” said the second hobo, poking at the flames with a stick, setting up a waft of sparks.

Oh God. But the fire looked so good, and Bella really felt like she could die here. These two guys were probably too old and raddled to do her any harm, so…

“Hot damn, those are some nice hooters!” guffawed that hobo, showing he still had a few teeth more than his friend. Bella was REALLY cold now, as well as embarrassed, as she stood with her torn T-shirt pulled up to her chin to expose her round breasts and rock-hard nipple. The odd snowflake stung her skin.

“OK, get those sweet tits over here and warm up,” chortled the wino. Bella hurried as close to the fire as she could get, feeling the warmth flood over her mostly bare skin, pulling the T-shirt back down.

“Hey, did I say you could cover up, slut?” asked the hobo, trying to tug her shirt back up. Bella resisted, and soon she was struggling with both men as they tried to yank her shirt up over her head, grabbing at her luscious, jiggling tits with their free hands.

RRRIP!!! The T-shirt tore in half, the hobos laughed, and Bella cupped her breasts in her hands to try to preserve some dignity. Then “NOOOOO!!!” as each hobo tossed a half of her shirt into the fire.

These hobos were excited at finding a beautiful, naked and posh girl like Bella. They didn’t know her family had lost all their money, they saw her as the enemy and wanted a bit of class vengeance. They were too old and raddled to be able to take her sexually, but they wanted to make her suffer and though sustaining an erection was long in the past for both of them, the IDEA of hurting her made their boozy brains feel turned on.

So the guy with a few teeth grabbed Bella from behind, seizing her big boobs, as she tried to run, and he started biting her earlobes and throat. The guy with no teeth pressed his gummy, foul-smelling mouth to hers for a big tongue-kiss, and then took a stick and heated it in the fire while she squirmed and wriggled delightfully in the other guy’s arms. He was squeezing those jiggly tits really hard, pinching the nipples, and almost felt like he might be able to rape her, when –

SSSS!!!

“Yee-ow!

The toothless hobo touched the burning end of his stick to Bella’s ass.

SSSSSSS!!!

“Aaooowww! Stop it, please!”

Having scorched a couple of black marks on those round butt-cheeks, the hobo re-heated his stick and did the same to her tits, catching her right on the left nipple with his second prod.

“WAAAAaaahhh! Please, oh God!”

For an encore, the burning stick was jabbed hard into the gussett of Bella’s panties, singeing a hole clean through the fabric and poking her pussy with its sharp, hot point.

Bella screamed and doubled up, her big behind hitting the guy behind her in the gut. He fell backwards, releasing her and knocking over the fiery drum. Bella ran, staggering and clutching her crotch in pain, her weaving path taking her right through the spilled coals from the fire.

“Ohh! Ow! Yow!”

Soon she was lost in the darkness, her tormenters far behind. She felt cold again. She had only a G-string and socks on, and both were badly scorched, so that her soles touched the snow and however she adjusted her panties either her clit or lips were exposed. This run-down part of town seemed unoccupied, the buildings empty and derelict. Not the kind of place you could expect to find anyone nice…

“Hey, bitch, this is our spot.” As if on cue, two women stepped from the shadows. They were scarcely dressed for such a cold night, though Bella envied them their warm coats at least. Apart from the coats they wore ridiculously high stiletto heels and fishnet stockings. One, the dark-skinned one, let her coat flash open to reveal a bustier and bra and a mini skirt so short you could glimpse the gusset of her red panties.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m in t-terrible t-trouble,” stuttered Bella through chattering teeth. Although these prostitutes did not seem friendly, they were at least women, and might offer some sympathy. If somebody didn’t help her soon, she felt she might freeze to death.

The women were NOT sympathetic. But they would warm Bella up, at least in one spot.

“Terrible trouble is right, cunt,” sneered the black girl. “Trespass on another girl’s spot earns you an ass-whipping!”

“Oh, p-please no!” cried Bella, backing away, but the white girl snatched out a hand and grabbed her wrist in a tight grip.

“If you don’t want to be striped all over like a zebra, better give me those socks.”

Bella couldn’t believe the cruelty of this request – her socks were almost the only garment she had left. But when she saw the black girl taking off a thin leather belt spiked with steel studs, she hastily danced about on one foot in the slush to pull of her first sock, and then repeated the process, her bare toes aching on the icy ground, until both feet were denuded. The white girl snatched the socks away.

“Now the panties, bitch,” snarled the black girl, with an expression that showed she was quite eager to get to work with that belt. Bella felt it best to obey. She slipped the flimsy garment down over her bottom, slid it down her thighs, and stepped out of it, now completely nude and if possible even colder than before.

The white girl snatched the panties away. The black girl stood and appraised Bella’s naked form for a while. The white girl walked around Bella, pulling her wrist and forcing her to display herself from every angle.

“Not bad, slut. You could probably pick up a few tricks with an ass like that. But we can’t allow that. So by the time I’ve finished with you, nobody’ll give you nothin’ to fuck that phat white ass…” She turned to her companion. “Gag the whore.”

Bella opened her mouth to protest and immediately her wet, filthy socks and panties were stuffed into her mouth. With martial-arts expertise, the white girl now twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her to bend at the waist, presenting her ass as a delicious target to the belt-wielding vixen.

“On Prefect Street, nobody can hear you scream,” chuckled the white girl, and the belt thrashed into Bella’s bare butt with the force of a spray of machine-gun fire.

WHACK!

“Mmmmf!” Bella cried into the rags in her mouth, the sound carrying not at all. These whores were right, they could do what they liked to her, even on this public street, and nobody would come to poor Bella’s defence. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

After ten minutes whaling on her defenceless ass with the steel-studded belt, the girls got bored of that repositioned Bella – now the white girl pinned her arms behind her back twisting them harshly, and aimed her at the black girl, who fondled her belt and looked thoughtful.

“Nice tits, bitch. Think I have to mark those up a bit too, stop you stealing my customers with them.

“Mmmnnn-nnn!” blubbed Bella, her succulent jugs jiggling delightfully with each sob.

WHACK! The belt struck from left to right, smacking into both of Bella’s sensitive, rock-hard nipples. The pain was excrutiating, and a red stripe glowed across her tits.

WHACK! The belt swiped back the other way. Then Bella’s tormenter applied several sharp vertical strokes, first to the left tit, then the right, grinning and laughing as Bella’s ripe tittles bounced under the beating.

With a couple final side-to-side swipes, the black girl finished the titty torture, having delivered twelve mean slashes in all.

“And now, cunt, just to make sure you don’t ENJOY stealing my clientele, I’m going to make that pussy of yours so sore, you’ll think you’ve been fucked with a ballistic missile!”

The white girl kicked Bella’s feet apart and the belt swung sharply up between her thighs – THWACK!
Bella screamed through her gag – and was heard.

“What the hell’s this? Get out of here, you whores!”

The prostitutes looked scared and ran off, and Bella turned, tearful and grateful, to see a huge cop striding towards her. But he didn’t look friendly.

“What the fuck do you want, bitch? I told you to get off the street. And get some clothes, girl. I could run you in for flaunting those titties like that. And as for getting your s&m treatment in public…”

“Mmmmfff…” Bella extracted the gag from her lips, but her mouth was too dry and she was too agonized and distressed to form intelligible words. She staggered towards the cop, hands open imploringly.

“I warned you, slut,” said the cop, and produced a device from his side. Before Bella could cover herself, he sprayed her full in the crotch with a can of pepper spray.

“WAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!” screamed Bella as the heat seared through her tender pussy. She was getting warmed up now and no mistake. Turning away from the cop in case he sprayed her again, she doubled up in agony – and got the second squirt of pepper right between her ass cheeks. Then the cop kicked her in the bare butt and propelled her down the street.

“And don’t let me catch you again or I’ll REALLY give you something to bawl about, like a night stick up that peachy ass!”

Bella pitched up in the gutter, splashing down in a heap of brown slush and filthy, ice-cold water. She squirmed in the muck for a few minutes, too sore to get up,
shivering and sobbing. Then she began to splash the dirty liquid on her flaming pussy, which felt like it had been fucked with a white-hot poker.

Slowly clambering up into a crouch, she half-crawled to the nearest wall and leant on it. What was she to do? She felt she might die soon if she didn’t get warm.

There was a sign on the wall. Prefect Street…

Prefect Street… the name sounded familiar. Then Bella realized, this was the address she was supposed to deliver the package to… the package! She had lost it way back when she was attacked by those boys. But at least someone lived here, she could get help, call the police, borrow clothes. She staggered to number 14.

The door was opened by a stout man with thick glasses. His eyes almost popped clean through the glass when he saw the naked, shivering bimbo on his doorstep.

“My goodness! What is this?”

“Hello. I’m really s-sorry, but I w-was delivering a p-parcel to you and I got att-t-tacked…”

The man looked shocked, but made no move to let her come in from the cold.

“Good heavens! You were raped, my dear?”

“N-n-not exactly…”

A faint smile on the man’s lips.

“Well, you were very lucky! A gorgeous bit of stuff like you, stark naked… it amazes me you haven’t been raped… several times!”

“No, but I was g-g-groped, and beaten, and burnt. Look, c-can I c-come –”

“Beaten? On your bare bottom? May I see?”

Bella gaped.

“I need to know you’re telling the truth, my darling. Or I can’t possibly have you inside.”

Well, another creepy customer. But Bella couldn’t very well be picky. With a sigh, she turned her bare back on the man, and even bent forward, putting her hands on her knees so her ass stuck out.

“Mmm, so I see. You HAVE had a rough time of it. No, don’t straighten up, yet. Yes, that’s a thorough thrashing you’ve had. And I can see the little marks where you were burned. Tsk. Shame to mark up a delectable ass like that. Still, I can’t blame anyone for wanting to have some fun with a sexy slut like you. OK, turn round.”

And he gave her a little smack on the ass: not too hard. Bella turned and looked imploring, teeth chattering.

“My, your nipples are very hard indeed. You must be very cold. Fantastic tits, though. It really is remarkable you haven’t been raped senseless, you know. Can’t think what this country’s coming to. Still, tell you what I’ll do. I’ll let you come in for a bit and warm up. But I’m not giving you anything to wear. I want to keep ogling that lovely bod. I’m entitled to some reward, after all. OK with you?”

Bella nodded, desperate to get out of the icy wind. The man stepped aside and she limped into his warm hall, where a radiator was giving off considerable warmth.

“That’s it, my dear,” said the householder, closing and locking the door. “Press yourself against that radiator and get heated up.”

Bella touched the radiator but it was scorching hot. She settled for standing next to it, quite close, bottom almost but not quite touching the hot iron.

“Go ahead, lean against it. You’ll be warm in no time. My, you are a luscious little whore, aren’t you? Quite the most rape-able piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time.”

At that, the man thrust his hand into Bella’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy. Bella instinctively pulled back, and her bottom touched the hot radiator.

“YOOOWWW!”

Now she was caught between the man’s short, warm fingers, busily rubbing her labia, and the radiator, toasting her bare butt. The constant, frenzied fingering prevented her from being able to move her ass from the blazing heat. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes.

“That nice and warm for you?” chuckled the man. After letting poor Bella cook for a while, he released her pussy, flipped her round and bent her over. Her ass was now crimson, he noted with pleasure. It looked very sore. So he spanked it. Bella yelped.

“Yes, you could fry an egg on that ass, now. Time for your tits.”

Sticking two fingers into Bella’s tender twat, the man pushed her forward so that her breasts slapped against the radiator again. Holding her in position, fingers pistoning in and out or her slit, he kept her there until her nipples and boobs were as red-hot as her bum.

“Lovely,” said the man, tugging Bella erect with a fist knotted in her hair. “I like a set of crimson, sore jugs.” He slapped her hard across the tits, making them jiggle delightfully.

“Now, you’ve had a very rough night, and not even a fucking to make up for it, but we can fix that. Come with me, slut.”

And with that he grabbed hold of Bella’s little landing-strip of pubic hair and dragged her into the next room, yipping with pain.

“Ah, there’s the silly little bimbo now,” said Bella’s boss, standing up. He had been warming himself before the fireplace with a glass of brandy. “Took you long enough, you stupid whore.”

“And she’s lost my parcel too, the worthless cum-pig,” said the householder, spanking Bella’s red-hot rump to drive her into the room. He shut the door behind them.

“I thought that was very unsporting of you,” said Bella’s boss, “Running off before my sons could settle their little bet. They’ve just been telling me all about it.”

And the two teenagers who had initially chased Bella stepped forward. One of them still had the big  bottle-shaped piece of ice.

“Nice to see you again, cunt,” he grinned, stroking the bottle.

Bella’s boss eased himself up and approached.

“I was just explaining to the lads that a girl like you can EASILY take something like that up your asshole. You just need a bit of loosening up.” He unzipped his trousers. “Fortunately, the four of us are here to do just that. When we’ve finished with you, that great lump of ice will slip in no problem, and you’ll be grateful for something cool up there. Now bend over, there’s a good girl. You lost the parcel, so you don’t get any lube. That’s what it contained, by the way. So this is going to hurt. A lot. But WE’LL enjoy it, so any suffering on your part is totally outweighed, I think it’s fair to say.”

The four men had a great time at Bella’s expense. Both her boss and the householder were very well endowed, and the boss’s sons had the vigour of youth so were able to use her again and again. It was tempting to use her other holes, but with great restraint they confined their attentions to her anus, to make the agony there as great as possible.

It was six hours later before they got around to inserting the great icy bottle-shape. Bella’s boss was half-right: it slipped into her tortured butthole with only a reasonable amount of shoving and thumping. She wasn’t in the least bit grateful, though.

THE END
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Feedback is always welcome. If there's a part of Bella's abuse that really connected with you, let me know! If there's something you feel she should have been subjected to that I missed, likewise, I'm all ears! Imagine that Bella is a real girl and you can choose how she suffers!

[Shocker]

I think it’s only appropriate that a story dealing with Bella’s bottom should have two segments.

[skuttrusk]

LOL!