Just Another Day at the Office for Bella

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: Bella was under Mr. Anderson's desk giving him his morning blow-job, when he unexpectedly had a visitor...

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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: Just Another Day at the Office for Bella
Author: Skuttrusk
Content Warnings: Ass-to-mouth
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Just Another Day at the Office for Bella


Bella was under Mr. Anderson's desk giving him his morning blow-job, when he unexpectedly had a visitor...

""Mr. Anderson? I'm Alicia Sweeney from the Sexual Harrassment Interference Touching, Humiliation Objectification Legislation Entity.""

""SHITHOLE, eh?""

""Er, yes. We've got to do something about that name. Anyway, we at SHITHOLE are visiting workplaces to ensure they're complying with correct procedure in the treatment of female employees. Especially attractive, young female employees.""

Mr. Anderson hadn't given Bella permission to stop sucking, so the buxom brunette continued to bob her head up and down on his large, veiny shaft, but her ears pricked up. This sounded interesting, Maybe there was a way to protect herself against the abuse she routinely suffered at work?

""Correct procedure?"" asked Anderson, sounding amused. ""There's only one correct procedure where young attractive girls are concerned, as far as I know, and that's to give it to them hard and fast in every hole, until they can't walk straight.""

Alicia flushed. Bella couldn't see it, but she heard the shock and embarrassment in her voice as she replied, ""That's just the kind of sexist talk we exist to fight!""

""Oh? I thought you were all about protecting big-titted teenage interns from getting their asses pinched?"" leered Anderson.

""W-well, that too,"" admitted Alicia.

""But you want to censor what comes out of my mouth too?"" asked Anderson, his eyes travelling up and down Alicia's svelte form, dressed in a tight pencil skirt and form-fitting blouse. A typical know-nothing cunt, he thought to himself. Just needed a good raping to put her in her place. Still, he could have some fun with her first. ""The only slut we have answering that description is my secretary, Bella. She's a useless bitch, but she's very happy in her work. Stand up, Bella!""

Bella gulped, even though Mr Anderson hadn't filled her mouth with cum as he usually would have by now. The problem for her was, Mr Anderson always insisted she fellate him while nude, save for her shoes, stockings, suspenders and garter belt. She blushed at the thought of appearing naked before this respectable, even prim-sounding stranger.

""Come on, slut, I said stand up!"" barked Anderson, grabbing Bella's flowing dark locks and yanking painfully. Bella stood, crossing her arms across her bountiful breasts and pressing her thighs close together. Alicia Sweeney was staring at her in astonishment.

""Mr. Anderson! Why is this girl nude?"" she gasped.

""Oh, she likes it that way. We worked out Bella would be more comfortable sucking my dick in the buff, like a proper little whore. And it saves her soaking through her panties: her pussy does get very wet..."" at which point he goosed Bella from behind, slipping a digit up her admittedly quite moist vulva. Bella said, ""Ooh!"" and jumped, one breast jiggling free from her grasp. Anderson kept his finger up her slit, twisting and wiggling it in a most uncomfortable manner.

""You're saying that performing oral sex is part of this wh-- I mean, this girl's office duties?"" stammered Alicia, her eyes soaking up the sight of the voluptuous and humiliated naked girl before her. She had to admit (to herself), Bella was a stunning sight. The kind any man would want to abuse... no, that's wrong! Keep your mind on your job, Alicia, she told herself.

""Well, it's just something we worked out. She's such a stupid bimbo, we had to find something she could do well to compensate for her worthlessness as a secretary. Turns out she can't take dictation but she can take dick. And she loves it, don't you, bitch?""

Mr. Anderson prodded his finger harshly into Bella's slit. She moaned, and then nodded. She knew the kind of punishments Mr. Anderson would inflict if she disrespected him. In his office, she fully understood, she was just a piece of meat, a set of holes and a pair of tits. Human dignity was not something she was entitled to.

""Y-yes, I really love it. I like to suck my boss off whenever he'll let me.""

""Does he require other services of this kind?"" demanded Alicia, aghast. She was appalled at the thought that Bella might be some kind of unwilling sex slave. At the same time, she was horrified to find something about the idea queasily erotic, And Bella seemed so pathetic, so craven, standing there nude with her boss fingering her. It was impossible to respect a girl so lacking in self-worth.

Bella looked helplessly to Mr. Anderson, uncertain how he would want this question answered. He just smiled and nodded, so she told something of the truth: ""Yes. All my holes are available for Mr. Anderson's use. He can penetrate my mouth, my c-cunt, and my asshole whenever he likes."" Bella knew Mr. Anderson liked her to use these harsh, vulgar words, because it always made her blush a deeper red to degrade herself with dirty talk.

""And do you really... enjoy this flagrant molestation?"" demanded Alicia. Again, Bella shot a helpless glance at her boss, which Alicia noted. Tsk. She's so disgustingly subservient!

When Mr Anderson nodded, Bella felt free to tell some version of the truth. ""Well, it's true I usually orgasm when he... fucks me in the... cunt. But not during anal. It hurts too much, and it's too humiliating. Oh, I hate it!""

""Tell the whole truth, Bella,"" said Mr Anderson, quietly.

""And then he makes me suck his cock clean,"" continued Bella. ""Sometimes it's rather... dirty, after ass-fucking me, and he says that's my fault and I have to lick it all clean until it's shiny.""

""And you cum while doing that,"" said Mr Anderson with simple authority.

Bella was blushing so brightly it was almost dazzling. ""Y-yes. Mr Anderson rubs his shoe against my pussy lips, he makes me grind against it. I cum when I'm licking my shit off his cock.""

""That way, I get a shoeshine as well as a clean cock,"" smirked Anderson. ""And Little Miss Potty-Mouth gets a nice orgasm and a taste of cum mixed with her own poop for the rest of the day.""

Bella felt on the verge of tears.

""That's disgusting!"" cried Alicia, screwing up her face.

""Yes, it is,"" said Bella, meekly.

""Yes, our Bella's a disgusting little fuck pig,"" gloated Anderson, withdrawing his finger from Bella's tender snatch and offering it for her to lick. Bella leaned forward and licked her pussy juices off the proferred digit. ""And that's leaving aside the dirty stuff she gets up to with the rest of the staff.""

""The rest-?"" gulped Alicia.

""Yes, tell Miss Sweeney from FUCKHOLES what you get up to,"" ordered Anderson.

""shitholes,"" corrected Alicia in a small voice.

""Please, sir, can I get dressed, first?"" asked Bella, meekly.

""NO!"" yelled Anderson right in her face, ""Answer the lady's question, you worthless cum-bucket!"" And he picked up his mug of coffee from his desk top and threw the contents in Bella's face. It wasn't TOO hot, fortunately.

Bella spat some coffee out and felt it dribble onto her big bare tits. ""Yes sir. Sorry sir. Well, as all the men in the office automatically have seniority over me, even the office boy '-""

""Why?"" asked Alicia sharply.

""Because I'm a girl,"" responded Bella, wide-eyed, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. ""Not to mention a slut. A fuck-toy. A big-titted cum-drinking piglet who frigs herself off while tonguing the feces from her superior's juicy cock."" These were all things Mr. Anderson had taught Bella to say about herself, making frequent use of the belt until she was letter-perfect. ""Anyway, quite rightly, as a worthless piece of rape-bait, I have to make all my holes available to the thirty-seven other staff members of Anderson & Holmes. While not all of them choose to make use of me every day, some like to violate my cunt and ass several times a day. So I'm generally kept pretty busy!""

""But you must find all that sex extremely painful by the end of a day!"" declared Alicia, eyes goggling and mind boggling.

""Yes, miss. I do. I really, really do.""

""But there's no harm in it,"" chuckled Anderson. ""Bella's cunt and asshole are resilient, elastic and healthy. Bend over and show the lady, Bella.""

Alicia gasped as Bella, without hesitation, bent over Mr. A's desk top, her big tits spreading like cushions on the cold, hard surface, and reached back to pull her round ass cheeks open, exposing her slightly reddened anal pucker and juicy, swollen pussy lips.

Mr Anderson got up and crossed to the front of his desk, and Alicia almost screamed at the sight of his massive erection, which had been hidden by the desk until now. Anderson grinned at her discomfort.

""As you can see, Bella's a little tender just now, on account of the office party last night. Everybody wanted a piece of that ass. We made it a game to deny Bella orgasm, while doing the train on her asshole until after midnight. It does the boys good to let off steam and it keeps the little cunt in her place, doesn't it?"" He stroked Bella's bare ass.

""Yes, sir.""

Anderson roughly jabbed two fingers into Bella's sore asshole. ""But, as you can see, she's recovering nicely. Look at how her butthole's sucking on my fingers. Greedy little ass."" Bella moaned in pain and shame.

""Mr Anderson,"" began Alicia, but found her mouth dry and her voice hoarse. She wetted her lips, eyes glued to Bella's abused asshole, taking a rough fingering from Anderson's big hand. ""Mr Anderson, to establish beyond doubt that Bella is a willing participant in this orgiastic routine, that is to establish that she is, as you say...""

""A flithy slut,"" smiled Anderson.

""A dirty little cunt,"" added Bella, helpfully.

""Er, yes, precisely,"" said Alicia, her head spinning. My God, he's sticking a third finger in there. And it's true, you can tell she doesn't like it. So why am I so warm between my legs? ""To establish that, I need to be sure that she is not being coerced by threat of any punishment...""

""Oh, sure,"" said Anderson. ""Bella, fetch the number three belt."" Bella straightened up as Anderson plucked his three fingers from her somewhat gaping asshole, and started for a cupboard. ""Bella!"" snapped the boss. Bella stopped. ""Aren't you forgetting something?"" said Anderson, offering Bella the three fingers that were recently pillaging her poor asshole.

Bella immediately extended her tongue and began licking the filthy fingers. The expression on her face betrayed complete misery and degradation.

My God, thought Alicia. I can actually see flakes of brown coming off on her tongue. The slut is shameless. It's really hard to have any sympathy for her when she's... so filthy. Bella took Anderson's fingers into her mouth one at a time and lovingly sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact with him throughout her ordeal. His index finger had really been scouring her rectum, so it had the most shit smeared on it. Bella drew it into her mouth and ran her tongue all over it, trying to keep from retching. Alicia stared, her own gorge rising at the disgusting spectacle.

Once Bella had completed her womanly duty, Anderson gave her a playful smack on her round rump, sending her off to the cupboard. She returned with a thin leather belt held out in both hands.

Anderson took the belt. ""I use this to keep Bella motivated. Just the occasional thwack in a sensitive place, if I feel her cocksucking hasn't been sufficiently enthusiastic, for instance.""

Alicia was astonished. ""You mean, you actually BEAT her?""

""Sure,"" said Anderson, and swiped the belt across the front of Bella's thighs.

SNAP! Bella yipped and jumped. Her breasts bounced. A red stripe started to glow on her skin.

""That's outrageous!"" protested Alicia.

""Why?"" asked Anderson. SNAP! He swatted Bella across the lower buttocks, at that extra-sensitive place where the butt meets the thighs. She cried out and jumped again. ""It keeps her working hard, and it makes her tits jiggle in an amusing way. Bella doesn't LIKE it, otherwise it wouldn't be a proper punishment. But she knows she needs it. Deserves it. Isn't that so?""

Bella's eyes were wide, staring at the belt. ""Y-yes, sir,"" she said in a small, unconvincing voice.

""Bella, listen to me,"" said Alicia. ""Does Mr Anderson use the threat of this punishment to force you to perform these sex acts?""

Bella was staring at Mr Anderson as he wrapped the belt around his fist a couple of times. She shot a worried glance at Alicia. ""I'm sorry, could you repeat the question? AOOOW!""

Anderson had slapped her on the upper slopes of her bounteous tits, setting of a delightful ripple effect, augmented by Bella's dancing in pain on the spot.

""The lady asked you, you stupid slut,"" yelled Anderson over the sound of Bella's piteous whimpers, ""Whether I threaten you with this belt to make you suck my cock, or take it in your slut pussy or up your slut asshole.""

""N-no,"" sobbed Bella.

""And why is that?"" asked Anderson, giving her a swat across her flat belly.

""YOW-OW! Because you just use that belt for random smacking. If you want to threaten me, you use the lash! OOOWWWW!"" Anderson had just got her a good swish across the nipples.

Alicia gauped. She knew she should be making some objection to this cruel mistreatment, but the sight of the big-tited bimbo jogging on the spot as blows rained down on her soft skin was just so... erotic! She found herself wishing she could see Bella's ass from this angle, to see how the red stripes looked on it. WHACK! Another one. The stripes on Bella's tits and thighs were delicious. She wanted to bite them. And after all, the slut was used to this...

""Yes, the lash,"" Anderson was saying. ""Perhaps you'd better show Mis Sweeney the lash."" He held out the belt, and Bella stooped to kiss the instrument of her recent torture, before taking it from him and jiggling back to the cupboard. Alicia's eyes followed her avidly, fixing on the three vivid red stripes crossing her full, round buttocks.

""The lash..."" whispered Alicia. Had she always had these tendencies? Had she taken this job, in fact, because of a subconscious delight in female submission? How could this possibly be alright? Bella and Mr Anderson had now all but admitted that Bella's sexual servitude was non-consensual, imposed with the threat of violence. But all Alicia wanted was to see the big-titted slut further beaten and humiliated. Make the bitch crawl on the floor, Anderson, you bastard!

Bella hurried back carrying a stiff, thin black whip that tapered to a point. She handed it over to Anderson, looking extremely nervous. ""Bella knows that if she refuses to perform any sexual act for me or my staff, no matter how depraved or disgusting, the lash is sure to be used on her. Now, to demonstrate, which part of the slut should I whip?""

Alicia just stared, struck dumb.

Anderson ran the stiff whip down Bella's shoulders, following the curve of her back, to her bottom, as the girl trembled in fear. ""Her back? Or that fat ass of hers?"" Then he prodded the underside of Bella's left breast with the tip of the whip, making it wobble and rise. ""Those big udders of hers?""

Alicia knew she had to take a firm stand here. ""You really needn't whip her, Mr Anderson. Not on my account.""

""Of course, But if I was going to thrash the slut anyway, where would you rather see the blows land?"" grinned Anderson.

He's giving me an out, thought Alicia. This way, I can choose how the slut suffers, and still be able to deny being responsible. Oh God, this is where I find out what I'm made of, ethically.

""Maybe... her ass...?"" murmured Alicia.

""Excellent choice!"" declared Anderson, and grabbed Bella by the hair. He spun her around and threw her over his desk so her round ass was thrust up towards Alicia. ""Stay in position, cunt, or it'll be much worse for you. Now, spread you legs a little. I'm sure Miss Sweeney will appreciate seeing how wet your slut's minge is getting. Now, I think twelve strokes, don't you, Miss Sweeney?""

Oh God. There was no decent way Alicia could agree to this. But she found herself nodding, even as her mouth opened to say ""no."" That lash looked vicious. It looked like it would tear up that round, smooth ass. It looked like just what the slut deserved. Oh God...

SWACK! The lash cut through the air like lightning and struck Bella's moon-like ass-cheeks, causing the flesh to ripple deliciously. The noise was like a gunshot, and the slut's knees almost buckled. A high, keening sound escaped Bella's lips as the pain transmited from her white ass hit her tiny brain.
Alicia felt her hands moving involuntarily towards her crotch...

SWICK! The second blow struck just above the first. The light red marks left by the belt now seemed to fade to nothing as new, far more crimson weals sprang up on the pristine skin. THWACK! CRACK! Bella kept having to correct her posture as the pain made her insensible. Once, as her knees bent and her ass sank floorwards, Mr Anderson gave her a cut of the whip on the back of her legs, just above the knees, to correct her posture. A stroke that didn't count as one of her twelve, he explained.

Though Alicia managed to avoid blatantly masturbating in full view of Andserson, she was rubbing her thighs together and her arousal, she feared, must have been obvious. SMACK! SLASH! Red lines criss-crossed Bella's pale ass. Sometimes her back would arch from the pain and her ass-cheeks would part, affording a glimpse of not only her wet pussy, but her little red puckered anus, so recently violated by so many hard cocks. Alicia couldn't imaging anything more horrible, but why was she so wet? Because the dumb bitch deserved all the raping she got? Oh, that would be something, so see her slut mouth open in a scream as a cock drove into her unlubed rear end! How do you like that, cunt?

SCHLACK! SWISH! Bella's shoulders shook as she wept. Sweat stood out on Anderson's brow. Alicia imagined touching those ass cheeks, feeling the ridges raised by the whip... squeezing the tender flesh to make the whore sob... WHICKA! SNICKA! Alicia knew she had lost all perspective. She only wanted to see the cunt pay. For what? For being a cunt. A big-titted slut, a bimbo, a disgrace to her sex. Yes, this cunt should be made to suffer for embodying every negative stereotype about women! Beat her ass bloody! Make her cry!

SMACK!! SMACK!!! The final blows were the hardest of all. And as Bella's upper body slumped onto the desk, Anderson thrust his fingers between the slut's thighs and withdrew them fast, just as Bella let out a moan of helpless lust mixed with shame and pain. As Anderson spread his fingers, Alicia saw strands of sticky moisture stretching from one to the other. Then he was pushing his hand into Alicia's face, smearing that slut's juices on her lips... Alicia couldn't help but extend her tongue to taste...

Despite the severity of the thrashing, Bella's skin was only broken in one place. A lone drop of blood trickled down her ass, rolling across the weals, and down her shapely thigh.

""Of course,"" breathed Anderson into Alicia's ear, ""if the cunt has been really naughty, we use the cane. The cane is a much harsher punishment. Would you like to see the cane?""

""Oh God,"" gasped Alicia, hands rubbing at her crotch through her skirt front.

""Would you like to see Bella scream and beg for mercy as the cane cuts into her flesh? Would you like to see the cunt REALLY suffer?""

Alicia bit her lower lip. Then: ""Yes.""

""You would?"" grinned Anderson.

""Y-yes. Make the... the cunt suffer for me.""

""Come here, cunt!"" barked Anderson. Bella dragged herself from the desk and limped over to where Anderson and Alicia stood. Anderson held out the lash and Bella kissed it, and a little drop of blood stained her upper lip right in the centre. She took the lash and hobbled to the cupboard.

She came back with the cane. It was as thick as a finger and completely rigid. Bella handed it over and stood to attention, awaiting her master's pleasure.
""We have to be careful with the cane,as it could in theory cause serious injury. Although I have gone so far as to threaten the slut with twelve strokes on the pussy, and she knows I mean it. If she displeases me that badly, it's what she deserves.""

Alicia's mind reeled. She was imagining that stick striking those sensitive, fleshy lips. She couldn't imagine what the pain would be like.

""Since this is just a demonstration, I wouldn't dream of going that far. So I think just six on the tits will give you a fair idea. Bella, assume position 14.""
Bella gulped and her eyes widened. She'd only had this punishment twice before. It had taken days to recover. She wobbled over to the desk, crossed behind it and kneeled. Lifting her heavy, only slightly pendulous breasts, she laid them on the desktop like jellies.

Anderson stroked the quivering orbs with his big stick.

""Wait-"" gasped Alicia. She couldn't allow this, surely she couldn't allow this...

""Yes,"" asked Anderson with an amused smile.

""Are you going to beat this girl's breasts against the hard desk surface?""

""Sure.""

Alicia swallowed with difficulty.

""Well... wouldn't TWELVE strokes be better?""

Bella turned pale. Twelve! She'd never had so many strokes on her tits, not from Anerson's cane. And Anderson's cane was the worst implement of torture she'd ever been beaten with.

""I like the way you think, Miss Sweeney,"" smiled Anderson. ""Bella, count the strokes, out loud. If you lose count, I start all over again.""

""Yes, Mr An-"" began  Bella, and then the cane descended at lightning speed, flashing past her face and smashing her ripe jugs into the desktop.

***

""That useless cum-slut's getting a good beating today,"" grinned Harry to Jack as the screams permeated the outer office.

""I'm surprised the whore's still breathing after the ass-raping we gave her yesterday,"" shrugged Jack.

Harry snorted. ""Sluts like her are easily replaced. Hey, are you busy after work? I was thinking of driving by the comprhensive and abducting a schoolie. They do look so rape-able in those uniforms.""

""Anything special in mind for her?""

""Depends on the type we get. I like to fit the punishment to the cunt. But I do have my Zippo and my acupuncture needles.""

""And I've got my pliers and my brass knuckles.""

The young men high-fived, as Bella's screams echoed around the office.

***

Christ, thought Alicia. What have I done? Only four stroles in and the bitch is sobbing worse than I ever saw anyone. Her tits are going to be black and blue. This is amazing!

SMASH!

""Fuh-fuh-five..."" sobbed Bella, as the cane lifted from her swollen and empurpled udders.

""Position, cunt!"" snapped Anderson, and gave Bella a gratuitous whack on the ass, forcing her to straighten up and adjust the placement of her tits for maximum impact.

WHAM! The cane sank into the bruised tit-flesh, making the abused fun-bags ripple like jellies. Alicia had raised her skirt, yanked her panties aside and was openly frigging herself, just hoping the swine Anderson would be too preoccupied torturing his bimbo pig to notice.

""SSssssssix..."" hissed Bella, blinded by tears.

WHACK! WHACK! Two blows in quick succession.

""AAAAAUUUUUGH!"" wailed Bella. ""Sevnnn... auughhheight...blub!""

If Anderson had taken out a hammer and started nailing Bella's titties to the table, Alicia wasn't sure she'd have the strength to stop. In fact, she mused, maybe that's just what would send me over the edge and make her cum. There seemed no act of violence too great to visit on the bawling slag kneeling at Anderson's desk. This subhuman female ought to be... just RUINED... she thought, relishing the feel of the word in her mind.

CRACK! The cane hit Bella's nipples, flattening the rosebuds momentarily against the hardwood surface. The began to swell and throb and Bella SHRIEKED '-
""AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! Nuh-nuh-nuh-nine...""

SLAM! Nipples again, but even harder this time. Anderson was getting into his swing.

""TEEEENNNNNNN aaaauuughhhh God...""

""Bitch...slut... bimbo... cum-bucket... cunt..."" Alicia whispered under her breath as her fingers massaged her dripping quim.

WHAAAMMMM! The hardest yet, and once more a direct hit on those pulsing nipples.

""AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Elevennn!""

Fuck it, why not? thought Anderson, and delivered the twelfth blow to the nipples also.

""Twelve..."" gasped Bella, already starting to collapse. As her tits slid off the desktop like beached jellyfish, they left smears of sweat on the shiny surface.
""Oh God, again, beat her again..."" whimpered Alicia, so close to orgasm.

Quick as a flash, Anderson opened the desk drawer beneath that surface and Bella's big, swollen tits dropped into the recess. Then Anderson kicked the drawer, hard. It couldn't close, not with those jugs dangling into it, but it slammed as far shut as it could on them, and Bella gave a satisfying wail.

Anderson kicked again, this time sinking a patent-leather toe-cap into the soft flesh of Bella's moist labia, and then he grabbed her by the hair, knotted his fist in the long tresses, and shoved Bella face-first onto his dick. With his free hand he lifted her left tit free from the drawer and twisted the bruised nipple harshly, forcing satisfying moans from his victim as he throat-raped her.

He turned to Alicia who, though right on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm, forced her hand away from her pussy and hastily yanked her skirt back into position.

""Now, I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me for, say, half an hour, while I talk to the boys out front,"" said Anderson, pumping his dick in and out of Bella's sobbing lips. ""But Bella here will tend to your needs."" And with that he shot a colossal load of spunk into Bella's mouth, then as she choked on it, into her face, her eyes, her hair...

Zipping up, Anderson left swiftly.

Bella flopped soddenly to the floor tiles.

Alicia looked at her. A tortured, subjugated figure, completely helpless. Her legs trembling, she approached. Knelt beside the fallen woman, and lifted her head. Strands of cum decorated Bella's tear-stained face. Her gorge rising, Alicia extended her tongue and began to lick the sperm from the brunette' features. That horrible Mr Anderson's cum. How she hated him. But he had certainly shown this slut who was boss. That taste. The thick, glutinous quality of jizz. Pressing her lips to Bella's, Alicia tried to suck the taste out of her mouth. Remembering too late what else had gone in there, then not caring.
""You are a mess, aren't you?"" said Alicia, lapping the slime from Bella's lips.

""Sorry, miss,"" said Bella.

""We'd better put this cane away before your Mr Anderson comes back,"" ad-libbed Alicia. ""Show me this cupboard."" She very much wanted to see that cupboard.

Bella staggered to her feet, inelegantly. Jesus, why does she wear these fuck-me shoes when she can't fucking walk in them? But then Alicia felt guilty as she reflected that Bella was probably forced to wear the ridiculous stripper heels. To make her look like the slut she is. If ever a woman deserved raping...

Bella opened the cupboard and Alicia gasped at the array of bondage gear and whips, hung on pegs and extending from the floor to above her head. Fucking hell...

""That's... quite a collection. Does he use all these... implements on you?""

""Yes, miss. Whenever he wants to.""

""Tell me, Bella... which is your least favourite? Asides from this cane?""

""Oh, I think this one. The birch.""

""That? It's just a bundle of twigs.""

""But it hurts like you wouldn't believe. Especially on my...""

""Your pussy?""

""Oh, I've never had it there. That would be too sore. I was going to say, on my, um, my tits.""

""I see. And these are handcuffs, aren't they? How do they work?""

""Well, you just snap them round your wrists...""

""No, let's try them on you. Left wrist. Now, put your hands behind your back. Good. Clunk click. And that's you helpless, is it?""

""Pretty much. Of course, I'm not much good at defending myself at the best of times.""

""Yes, I noticed. Now, what on earth might these be?""

""Nipple clamps. Really nasty ones, too.""

""Oh, can I see them on?""

Bella looked scared. ""Oh, please, don't. My breasts are so sore. They're going to be black and blue... my nipples are... OUCH, Miss! Please don't do that...""
Alicia paid no heed to the slut's nonsense and tightened the clamps remorselessly.

""Ow-ow-ow! Too tight!""

""I'm worried they'll fall off.""

""Not the way you've got them! That's MUCH too tight '- even Mr A never '-""

Alicia took hold of the thin chain hanging from the clamps. ""Let's see if they're secure, then..."" And she gave it a sharp YANK. She was gratified by Bella's sob of pain and the way the big orbs stretched out from the nipple, especially when she combined tugging with LIFTING. The weight of those big jugs dangling from the vicious little steel teeth...

""Good. Now, these look to me like leg spreaders. Come over to the desk, I want to see how they look on you. Sit on the desk...""

""My ass is so sore '-- ow!""

""I said sit!"" said Alicia, having shoved Bella so her soft ass smacked into the hard desktop. Then Alicia knelt on the floor and fastened Bella's ankles into the spreaders so her legs were widely parted. She crouched down there a moment, savouring the view of Bella's exposed pussy. Then she straightened up and fetched the birch.

""Oh God, what are ou doing?"" asked Bella, trembling so that her big tits began to jiggle pleasingly.

""You need punished, Bella,"" said Alicia, a quaver in her voice. ""Mr Anderson is quite right. You're a dirty little cunt who needs to be put in her place. There's nothing better for a slut like you than a good raping... or a good beating. And I know just where it'll do you the most good: right on your oozing slut cunt!""

She raised the birch hight above her head. Bella, securely bound hand and foot, could not move off the desk to protect her vulnerable, exposed pussy in any way. She screamed.

""AAAIIIIEEEE!""

THWACK! The birch twigs sliced through the air and into Bella's flesh cunt lips, which seemed to ripple at the impact.
""That was stroke number one. One of twelve, I think,"" breathed Alicia. ""It's going to take that many at least to beat some decency into that dripping cum-hole.""

""T-twelve?"" sobbed Bella. ""Oh noooo...""

THWACK! The birch again cracked against her soft, sensitive privates.

""Twelve MINIMUM,"" clarified Alicia. ""If I think you've learned your lesson I may be able to spare you further punishment.""

""Further...?"" whimpered Bella.

THWACK!! The third blow was a bit harder as Alicia improved her stance.

""Do you freely admit to being a disgusting little fuck-pig?"" demanded Alicia, rising the birch again.

""Yes, yes! I'm a d-disgusting little f-fuck-pig!""

""That's right. That's why you deserve this!""

THWACK!!! A little harder again as Alicia got over her initial nerves and stopped holding back so much. A satisfying shriek and sob from Bella told her she was doing well.

""You're worthless little cum-toilet, aren't you, Bella?"" Again, the birch was raised.

""Yes! [sob] I'm a worthless little c-cum-t-toilet!""

THWACK!!!! Bella's labia were swelling like balloons filling with water. Each blow increased their vulnerable surface area and made the next one still more deliciously agonizing.

""You're a dirty little shit-eating cunt and you deserve to be raped!""

""I'm a d-dirty little sh-shit-eating cunt and... and...""

THWACK!!!!

""And you deserve to be raped, you stupid whore!""

""And I deserve to be r-raped! [sniffle] I'm a dirty cunt and I d-deserve to be raped!""

THWACK!!!!!

""Damn right!""

THWACK!!!!! A particularly hard blow that caught Bella right on the clit. Alicia's own pussy was ablaze, she felt an orgasm building, but wickedly she wanted to hold it off as long as she could to make Bella suffer as much as possible.

THWACK!!! ""Keep talking, slut! Keep telling me what a shit-sucking piece if rape-meat you are!""

""Aooooowwww... I'm a shit-sucking piece of r-rape-meat! I'm a stupid whore! I'm a worthless c-cunt!""

THWACK!!!!! The hardest smack yet set Bella's clit and labia bouncing.

""I deserve to be beaten, and raped, and treated like sh-shit [sob!]""

THWACK!!!!! The best smack yet, and Alicia was ready to cum but she didn't want to, not yet...

She climbed onto the desk and lowered her pussy over Bella's face. ""Lift your feet up!"" she demanded. Bella, sniffling, raised her legs, still opened wide by the spreader. Alicia grabbed the pole by the centre and pulled until Bella's knees were pressing against her big sore tits. Then she took up not the birch, but the CANE...

""Eat me, you CUNT!"" she demanded, and swung the cane down with all her strength, right into the cleft of Bella's throbbing pussy. CRACK!!!

Bella couldn't lick the pussy pressing against her face, she was too busy screaming. But Alicia found the thrumm of another girl's scream transmitted into her vulva extremely pleasurable. Enough to make her swing the cane again, just as hard. CRACK!!!

Bella's wails were bliss as they reverberated into Alicia's sopping quim. Since Bella couldn't talk anymore, her lips gagged with cuntmeat, Alicia stepped up the pace of the caning. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! ""Take that, slut! I'm going to beat that worthless cunt of yours into burger-meat!"" CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

Bella' desperate for the torture to stop, managed to extend her tongue between sobs and screams, lapping and licking at Alicia's slit, working the tip in between the labia, tongue-fucking the squirming girl. Not that it did the poor slut any good...

CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!! Even harder strokes resulted as Alicia twisted in frenz, nearing an inescapable climax. Then, a new evil thought crossed her mind and she tugged bella's feet even nearer, changing the angle of the brunette's shapely pelvis.

CRACK!!!! With colossal force, Alicia brought the stiff cane down on Bella's vulnerable and recentl-raped asshole, delivering an excruciating blow. Satisfied that the result was a good one by Bella's high-pitched squeal, she repeated the experiment. CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! The red anal pucker throbbed under the relentless slashes.

Alicia was about to orgasm all over Bella's face '-

When the door burst open and Mr. Anderson entered, followed by all his staff.

""Well, well, well,"" he grinned, ""Interesting to see what you bluenose bitches get up to the moment the cat's away. And I'm sure your bosses at CUNTHOLE would be interested to see our security camera footage...""

""It's SHITHOLE, not CUNTHOLE..."" protested Alicia, confused and alarmed.

""If that's the way you prefer it,"" said Anderson. ""Strip and bend over.""

""Wh-what?"" Alicia had a certainty the situation was getting out of hand, but she couldn't think just where it had gone wrong or what she could possibly do to get things back on track. She was vaguely aware of some of Anderson's cohort unchaining Bella, releasing her nipples from their agonizing clamps, hands straying unnecessarily over her voluptuous curves...

""You've been recorded on security cameras assaulting this slut without her consent,"" barked Anderson. ""Did you consent, Bella?""

""What? No!"" Bella replied, wide-eyed.

""You see, even Bella's not that much of a pain-slut. Have you any idea what the prison dykes will make you do, Alicia? Have you ever been fist-fucked? By the end of your sentence, which will be at least a few years, your pussy will be as big a sinkhole as your career and the rest of your life. I'm offering you a way to avoid that, just by opening your asshole to my cock.""

""No! I've never '-"" began Alicia, but then Anderson's staff were grabbing her arms and bending them behind her back.

""An anal virgin? So much the better. This will teach you more than one valuable lesson, bitch. Bella! Strip this slut!""

""Yes sir!"" cried Bella, jiggling to her feet. Alicia's arms were pinned, folded behind her, making her small, pert breasts thrust through her blouse. Bella approached and took hold of Alicia's collar.

POP! Instead of undoing Alicia's buttons, Bella yanked the fabric apart, causing the top button to snap off and patter onto the floor. POP! Bella repeated the process for the second button. Slowly, Alicia's shirt front was opened, irrevocably.

Male hands slipped the blouse off alicia's shoulders and she felt the material being knotted around her arms behind her. meanwhile, Anderson had handed Bella a long pair of scissors.

Bella was inches from Alicia, but her expression was unreadable as she placed the blades around the middle of Alicia's bra, between the B-cups. Alicia flinched as the icy metal contacted her skin.

Snip!

And a raucous cheer from the gathered menfolk as Alicia's modest bust was exposed. She closed her eyes and turned her face down, but Bella grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face so their eyes met.

Alicia flinched again as the cold scissors touched her left nipple, circling it. The erectile tissue puckered to attention, and Bella cruelly repeated the process on her right titty, making the nipple stiffen involuntarily.

Then the buxom bimbo dropped to her knees before Alicia and sliced up the inside of Alicia's skirt, splitting it to the thigh, then the hip, then cutting the waistband so the whole garment fell away. Bella's nose was level with Alicia's panties. Alicia began to squirm uncontrollably as the scissor blades were inserted under the elastic. Snip snip snip up the side of her panties. The material parted, and her neat strip of hair was exposed, the panties clinging to one thigh.

Bella ruthlessly slid the scissors into the gusset now, and Alicia felt the cold, sharp steel caress her labia. SNIP. The panties, cut at the crotch, fell away entirely, so she was clad only in her stockings and heels, Bella staring directly at her exposed pussy.

""Go on, then, give her a kiss!"" bellowed Anderson, and whacked Bella on the back of the head, driving her face-first into Alicia's waiting cunt. Alicia gasped as she felt the girl's mouth on her pussy for an instant. Her body was still so aroused.

But now hands were moving her implacably towards the desk, bending her over it. ""No, you can't! It's too big! I'm too tight! You'll hurt me!""

""Well I certainly hope so,"" chuckled Anderson, rubbing the tip of his cock between her thighs, then up from her moist cunt to her tight anal ring. He thumbed her ass-cheeks open. She felt a gob of spit spatter on her clenched asshole.

And then, as his workers cheered, he rammed his pelvis forward, thrusting into her, and Alicia screamed.

With a sodden thump, Bella was forced down over the other side of the desk so that the two young women's faces were close enough to kiss, if they had felt like it. ""Since your shit-pipe got such vigorous use yesterday, Bella, I think I'll confine my attention to that dripping slut cunt of yours,"" a male voice was saying. And in an instant, Bella was screaming too as a big dick roughly raped the throbbing slit Alicia had so recently whipped.

Anderson alternated between violent, fast reaming of Alicia's barely-lubed ass, and slower thrusts that allowed him to hold back from cumming and make her punishment last longer, so that Bella was fucked twice in the time it took Anderson to thoroughly violate Alicia's rectum, finally depositing what felt like an enormous spurt of cum deep in her bowels. Then he took a magic marker and inscribed a short black line of Alicia's left buttock. With agonizing slowness, he withdrew his shaft, pulling Alicia's naked body from the now sweat-slicked desktop so that she slumped to the floor.

Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her to her knees. ""Now, clean me off, you snotty little cunt,"" he snarled, shoving his stinky dick in her face. Alicia gagged at the smell. His penis was slick with semen but also stained from the lining of her anus. It reeked of feces, the marks of which were all too visible.

""I can't!"" she wept, and Anderson gave her a good crack across the face with the back of his hand, following this with a less violent but equally demeaning slap from his sticky cock.

""Oh God,"" cried Alicia, as Bella's sobs from the desk indicated the third cock of the day plunging into her sore pussy. ""If I do it, will you let me go?""

""I'll be finished with you as soon as you've performed this simple duty,"" said Anderson. ""If a slut dirties a man's cock, it's her role in life to lick him clean.""

Retching and weeping, Alicia parted her red lips and placed them around Anderson's veiny shaft, taking it into her mouth and sucking it in a gingerly fashion. She ran her tonguoe over its surface and gagged at the taste. Anderson grabbed her hair and thrust to the back of her throat, choking her with his shit-smeared appendage. The crowd of staff members laughed at her tears as she slobbered over the huge member, brown saliva oozing down her chin and dripping onto her cute little titties.

Anderson came a second time, spurting his seed over her face and wiping his dick in her hair, the cum and the remains of her excrement mingling in her locks. ""OK, lads, she's all yours. Do a train on her ass like you did with Bella last night.""

""We were planning on grabbing a shopgirl after work,"" said Harry. ""Can we go first so we can get away?""

Anderson laughed and clapped him on the back. ""Sure, but you may find it's worth staying for second helpings. This one's as tight as any teenager.""

""Please, you promised..."" begged Alicia, but the laughing men just bent her over the desk again, face to face with Bella, who was now screaming in pain as her recently mass-raped and even more recently caned asshole was penetrated by Harry's friend Jack.

Alicia's butthole received its second-ever raping from Harry, who didn't even bother to spit on it, merely ordering Alicia to lick his prick a couple of times to moisten it up. Alicia's mouth was so dry with fear she was barely able to wet the thing, and then it was pounding her insides with sadistic force.

""AWWWWW!"" wailed Alicia. ""You're killing me!""

""It s-serves you right!"" snivelled Bella, as her own ass was savaged.

Harry and Jack came in unison, filling the girls' bowels with their cream. Harry took the marker pen and made a second black line next to the one Anderson had drawn on Alicia's ass. Tally-marks.

And then it was the turn of the other thirty-four staff members to use their staffs and members on the unwilling girls, alternating holes with Bella but always using poor Alicia's ass, heedless of her screams. Alicia was forced to lick clean each rigid assailant, even as her ass was impaled by the next comer. Her mouth was suffused with the taste of her own shit, her asshole was ablaze with the burning semen pumped remorselessly into her.

""She's getting a bit too sloppy,"" complained the dozenth rapist. ""Better drain the bitch.""

Alicia, delirious with pain and humiliation, was lifted from the desk and carried to a space on the floor. Bella had been laid out there on her back, another man already raping her pussy in a squatting position, shoving her knees up to her big tits.

Alicia was lowered onto Bella's face. She gasped as her throbbing, gaping ring touched Bella's lips.

""GLUG!"" said Bella.

""That's it, you cock-whore, empty your asshole into that cunt's mouth,"" sneered Jack. Alicia was aghast. With no effort from her, the contents of her asshole were flowing out into Bella. About a litre of semen, it felt like.

""Come on, let's have all of it,"" laughed Anderson, and kicked Alicia in the gut, not too hard, but enough to make her lose any control she had. With a hilarious wet farting sound, she shat the last of the cum, mixed with the rest of her bowels' contents, into Bella's waiting mouth.

""GLUB! SOB! GULP!"" said Bella.

Alicia, pinned in place on top of the cum-gulping bimbo, threw her head back and wailed.

""Your turn now,"" said Harry, lifting Alicia and laying her on the carpet.

""W-wait... what?"" asked Alicia, but then she saw Bella's ass lowering towards her...

Bella's swollen pussy landed on Alicia's face, smothering her nose and mouth. ""MMMFFF!"" she managed.

""If you want to breathe again, cunt, you'd better start sucking,"" laughed one of the men, and Alicia obeyed. Instantly her moith was full of cum. She had no choice but to swallow it. During her twelve ass-rapings, Bella's cunt had received nine cum-shots, and Alicia drank all of them, as the men occasionally lifted the squatting bimbo so Alcia didn't wholly smother. Each time her cum-splattered face was revealed, the men roared with laughter.

""Okay, a minor adjustment now..."" said a male voice, and Bella was violently knocked forward, a motion accompanied by a slapping sound. Now her asshole rested over Alicia's mouth. Bella's poor pussy had nine loads of cum pumped into it, but so hard her ass, and these begain to run freely into Alicia's mouth. Her eyes were visible, peering out from under Bella's round butt, wide with horror as her mouth filled with feculent cum, a chocolate cocktail, a body-shake of co-mingled fluids. She had no option but to choke it all down, the whole filthy mess.

Still, only a third of the men had enjoyed Alicia's ass up to this point, so as soon as she'd swallowed the last of Bella's ass-contents (the final emissions being a series of small turds coated in slimy cum), she was slung over the desk again and a new cock jabbed into her ass, just moist enough with cum residue to grease the passage and stop her ripping, though it certainly felt like she was being torn to shreds.

The next dozen men used Alicia with equal ruthlessness. Bella at one point had a cock in each hole, cunt, ass and mouth, and one in each hand. The dripping bitch was actually allowed to leave briefly at lunchtime, to Alicia's surprise, but when she returned her fellow workers went right back to abusing her. For Alicia there was no relief. After twelve more ass-rapings, she and Bella were again forced to empty themselves into one another's mouths, with even more disgusting results.

Alicia had almost lost the ability to mentally focus, but she was not allowed to absent herself entirely. If her expression became too glazed, one of the men woul slap her face, or bit her nipples, or thrash her ass with a whip or cane. Occasionally her pussy would receive some stimulation, keeping her on edge but never allowing her release.

""Thirty-eight,"" hissed a rapist, and Alicia realised that she had now been buggered by the entire staff. Moaning a pained sigh, she started to get up, but a hand grabbed her throat. ""Where do you think you're going, cuntmeat?"" asked her most recent assailant.

""Y-you've all had me..."" gasped Alicia.

""That's right, bitch, and now we're all going to have you again.""

Normally, Anderson's fit young team would have thought nothing of fucking a girl three or four times in a night, but Bella was also on hand to soak up some of the abuse. So Alicia got off lightly, really. With regular short breaks to suck the cum out of Bella's holes, and for Bella to swallow the goo from her own ass, she was kept busy for seven hours, and anally raped one-hundred and eleven times. Her ass, back and thighs were cross-hatched with tally marks.

As Alicia licked the shit and cum from her last rapist's cock, carefully worming her tongue into ever crevice, he patted her on the head and said, ""That'll do, fuckpig, that'll do.""

The men left the office and Alicia was alone with Bella. Having been titty-fucked multiple times as well as taking it in every orifice, Bella was an even filthier mess physically that Alicia, but in the end had only been raped eighty or so times (no tally-marks had been kept). Glancing briefly at the oozing bimbo, Alicia crawled towards her cut and discarded clothing, hoping she might be able to knot them together into some kind of covering. Or maybe she could just paste the fabric to her cum-slicked body?

""Not so fast, Alicia.""

Alicia looked round. Bella was getting to her feet. And something was attached to her...

""The boys let me get away at lunchtime. I went to the canteen. Not for THIS,"" said Bella, indicating the massive strap-on dildo fastened to her crotch. It was superhuman in size. ""This comes from the cupboard of pain. I figured even after a hundred ass-rapings you might need some lube to help fit it up your butt. So I got this."" Bella held up a bottle of chilli sauce.

Alicia's eyes bulged.

Bella poured the hot sauce over the shaft of her strap-on cock.

""Should make it slippery enough. Of course, it'll burn like hell. Five-alarm chilli sauce always does, trust me.""

""No, please! I can't take any more!""

""I think you can. Twelve inches more, to be precise.""

***

Bella walked home. It was the early hours of the morning. The gang-bang had taken all day and much of the night, and Bella's buggering of Alicia had lasted another two hours. Bella had been exhausted, but she couldn't stop herself. She needed to make Alicia suffer.

This gave her much to think about. The revenge wasn't proving as satisfactory as if should have. For one thing, Bella was still sore where she'd been whipped, and where she'd been fucked. And she didn't even have the usual clear conscience. She had taken part in the degeneracy and violence and hurt and humiliated another woman. Surely that was indefensible, no matter what Alicia had done to her.

Oh, for a while it had felt good. She had even orgasmed as the strap-on rubbed against her clit each time she jabbed it into Alicia's tortured anus. Alicia's weeping and shrieking had added to her excitement. She had become a rapist. No better than Mr. Anderson and his thugs.

Bella was so busy castigating herself that she strayed too close to an alleyway. A hand closed around her mouth and she was yanked into the darkness. A number of people on their way home from the pub witnesses this, but they either ignored it as unimportant (just a slut getting what she deserved) of they hung around the alleyway waiting to take their turn.

***

Alicia limped home. It wasn't easy to walk. Her asshole was in excruciating pain, with a five-alarm fire burning deep inside. But Bella had also shoved the massive dildo up Alicia's cunt, still messy with shit and chilli sauce, and she had knotted the straps around Alicia's thighs and waist in such a way that she couldn't remove it. Once she's hobbled the three miles to her flat, she would be able to cut the straps and slowly, carefully extract the fiery torment from her aching pussy.

Alicia, oddly, was thinking about marriage. Simon, her boyfriend, had proposed to her, but she had always put him off. She wasn't quite sure of him. But now she was going to say yes. She wanted a protector, both from the predatory men out there, and from her own perverse urges. She wanted to be surrounded by normality.

Alicia did marry Simon. And then he showed his true colours. Alicia became a kind of combination punchbag, spittoon and cum-bucket for him and his friends. And he loved anal. He spent Alicia's earnings from SHITHOLE on whores. He made her watch, or lick his ass while he was brutalizing them. Her life became a sexual hell. And she was afraid to split with him because, no matter how much he beat or raped her, she was more afraid of her own sick impulses, which she had yielded to just once.

***

Harry and Jack did manage to capture a young shopgirl, pert and timid, despite leaving the gang bang quite late at night. Young Georgina would learn the dangers of staying out too late. The lads had a terrific time at her expense, ending the experience by branding the words RAPE MY CUNT on her peach-smooth inner thigh. The sobbing teen was left tied naked to a lamp post, shivering in the cold. Only the occasional drunk urinating on her on his way home prevented the poor slut from freezing.

***

Bella awoke the next morning in the alley, cold and sore and sticky. The passing drunks had used her well, and the homeless had taken over when they were exhausted. Every hole had been well abused, again and again.

The sun was up.

Bella realised she would be late for work. She'd never been late before. She realised this would entail a very special punishment from Mr. Anderson. She knew she deserved it."

THE END

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I always welcome feedback, especially specific details about what you enjoyed or didn't enjoy, and suggestions for making my victims suffer even more.

[yucklawyers]

Oh my!

Read it before. Love the setting. One of my fav stories.

[skuttrusk]

I had to censor it lightly, replacing a word with "shopgirl"