Story: Bella’s Apology, Part 9

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Bella had regrets, almost immediately after leaving counselling.

She made a distressed noise in the car, as Charles was driving her home.

“Is something the matter, sweetie?” asked Charles.

Bella had recovered some of her senses after the ordeal of pain, pleasure and humiliation in Adam’s office, and the fact that she had agreed to be given “giant porn cow tits” was now filling her with horror and disgust.  But she *had* agreed, and going back on her word would make Charles angry.  He might slap her, or hit her tits, or make her go nude in public – or even take her back for more counselling.

“Is there something else I can do?” she asked, finally.

“What do you mean?” asked Charles.

“Instead of getting… bigger tits,” said Bella.  “Please.  If I get bigger tits, I can never go back.  Can I do something else?  I’ll suck your cock – you can fuck me – in whichever hole you like…”

Charles chuckled.  “Bella, I can fuck you in whichever hole I like anyway.  In fact, basically anyone can do that.  You don’t seem to be able to keep your legs closed for strangers, do you?”

Bella blushed.  “But please – there must be something…” she begged.

“Sweetie, this is just what’s right for you,” said Charles.  “You’ve always been meant to be a porn cow.  No one who knows you cares about your thoughts or opinions – they all just want to rape you.”

“That’s not true!” Bella objected.  “I’ve got lots of friends who like me just for me.”

The car paused at traffic lights, and Charles turned to look at Bella.  “You really think so?  You think they haven’t been just waiting for a chance to use your slutty little body?”

“I know so,” said Bella.

“Who’s your most trusted heterosexual male friend?” asked Charles.

“Richard,” said Bella.  “I’ve known him since high school.  He’s always been there for me.  He’s a doctor now, and a committed feminist.”

“All right,” said Charles.  “I’ll make you a bet.  You make a date to visit him alone in his house, just you and him.  You dress in an outfit I give you, and you tongue-kiss him when he answers the door, and you don’t talk to him unless you’re groping or stroking his cock.  And you ask him not to rape you.  You tell him there’ll be no consequences if he does – you won’t tell anyone or go to police, and you’ll still be his friend.  But you’re allowed to say that you don’t want to be raped.”

Bella didn’t like the sound of this at all.

Charles continued.  “If he rapes you, you come to me and admit you’re not good for anything except raping, and you’re going to get porn cow tits.  And if he throws you out of his house or if you can’t convince him to let you grope his groin while you talk, then you admit he wasn’t really your friend, and you either give up or pick another friend to try.  But if you go three hours without being raped, and say all the things I tell you to say, I’ll let you off the hook.”

It was a terrible deal.  Bella should have just said that she wasn’t getting a breast upgrade no matter *what* Charles thought – but then Charles would tell everyone who knew her all the slutty things she’d done recently, and talk about all the men she’d fucked.  And he’d find a way to make her get the breast upgrade anyway.

This was a terrible deal – but it was the only one she had.

She agreed.

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Bella had held a hope that Richard might be her salvation – that he would be a voice of sanity and reason, helping right Bella’s world, which had recently gone so badly askew.  He would tell her how to fix her relationship with Charles, and how to get her boss to stop raping her, and tell her that she didn’t deserve to be led around on a leash attached to her clitoris piercing.

But as she approached Richard’s door she began to panic.  This was a bad idea.

Charles had dressed her in a micro-bikini that barely covered any of her body.  The lower half was little more than a string that vanished between her cunt lips, leaving her pussy mound and labia fully on display (although it at least blessedly hid her clitoris ring). Her tattoo, reading “I CUM FROM RAPE”, was clearly visible at her panty line.

 The top half of the bikini was little more than a tiny triangle of fabric over each nipple.  She wore high heels, and a pink leather collar with the word “CUNT” etched onto it, and Charles had made her do her makeup so that she looked like a whore.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she could no longer see the proud feminist she had once been.  With her new outfit, and her dyed blonde hair, and her tattoo, she looked like a brainless fuckdoll.

She knocked on Richard’s door now, and Richard answered, and before he could say anything, Bella moved forward and kissed her friend on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.  She expected him to push her away or pull back – but to her surprise he accepted the kiss, and put his arms around her – and as she pressed her body against him, she could feel his cock hardening in his pants.

When it was over, he released her.  

“Bella?” he asked.  “What was that?  And… wow, why are you dressed like that?”

She bit her lip, and reached out and placed her hand on the crotch of his pants.  She could feel his dick hard beneath the fabric, and she squeezed it gently.

This time he did jump back.

“Bella?” he asked.  “What the fuck?”

“I can only talk to you if I’m touching you there,” said Bella.  “Please, can I?  And then I’ll explain.”

“I think you’d better come inside,” said Richard.  

He led her into the house, closing the front door behind her, and took her to the lounge, where he sat on a sofa, and motioned for her to sit beside him.

“I don’t understand this,” said Richard.  “Do you really need to… touch me there?”

Bella nodded.

Richard blushed.  “Well… all right, then.”

Bella reached out and resumed stroking his hard cock through his pants – not hard, but hard enough to stimulate him.  She saw his face redden and his breathing quicken.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I just… need to do that, so I know the man I’m talking to likes me.”

Charles had forbidden her from implying that anything she did today was anyone’s idea other than her own, and had left it to her to explain her odd behaviour.

Richard’s eyes travelled over her body, taking in the full effect of her outfit.  Bella felt like a whore, displaying most of her titflesh and most of her cunt to her friend.  But Richard clearly gained some enjoyment from it – she could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he looked at her groin.  Bella had to fight the urge to spread her legs to give him a better look.

“What’s with the outfit, Bella?” he asked her.

“I just thought it looked pretty on me,” said Bella.  “Do you think it suits me?”

She wanted him to say no, that it wasn’t her, that it was weird and he liked her normal clothes better.

But instead, he swallowed, and his cock twitched beneath her hand, and he said, “Yes, it suits you.”  With some effort, he brought his gaze back up to Bella’s face.

Charles had given Bella five specific phrases that she had to say to Richard, and she used one of them now.

“It’s okay to stare at my fuckbags and cunt,” she said.  “I wouldn’t have worn this outfit if it wasn’t.  In fact, I prefer it.  It feels weird when you have to make an effort to look at my face.”

“Your face is pretty,” objected Richard.

“My fuckbags are prettier, don’t you think?” asked Bella.  Charles had been clear that she had to get Richard to stop looking at her face – and also that she had to refer to her breasts as her “fuckbags”.

Richard looked down.  “They are very pretty, yes,” he said – and his cock twitched again.

He continued.  “So, uh – what brings you here today?”

“I want you to not rape me,” said Bella.

This surprised Richard enough that he looked up at her face.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, when I dress like this I know it makes men want to rape me,” she said.  “And I just want you to not rape me, while we hang out.  But it’s okay if you do rape me, though.”

Richard was clearly confused – but every time Bella said the word “rape”, his cock twitched again.  “Bella, what are you talking about?” he asked.

“I know it’s weird, me turning up here dressed like this, and kissing you and stroking your cock,” she said.  “So if you rape me, it’s okay.  We’ll still be friends, and I won’t tell anyone or go to the police.  There’ll be no consequences at all.  And if you need to rape me, you can slap me, and use force, to make me submit.  But I don’t want you to.”

“Well, of course, if you don’t consent…” said Richard.  He trailed off.  Bella was jiggling her breasts, in an attempt to get Richard to look down from her face, and it was successful.  He stared at her bouncing boobs.

“But it’s okay if you do,” Bella clarified.  “You can rape me without consequences.  And slap me and force me.  It’s just that I don’t want you to.” 

Surely that would be enough.   She had told Richard she didn’t want him to fuck her, and he respected her – so she should be safe now, shouldn’t she?

But he was looking down now at her tattoo, which read “I CUM FROM RAPE”.

“Would you like to feel my fuckbags?” she asked, to try and distract him.  It was the second of the five things Charles had told her to say.

“I’m really confused by what you want,” said Richard.

“I want you to not rape me,” said Bella.  “But you can feel my fuckbags if you like.  I want you to squeeze them as hard as you want, and tell me one good thing and one bad thing about them.”

“You want me to?” Richard clarified.

“Yes,” said Bella.  “Please don’t hurt me – but it’s okay if you do.  You should squeeze as hard as you want.”  

She used her free hand to take Richard’s wrist, and place his hand on her tit.

Part of her expected him to jerk it away, and stand up, and tell her this whole thing was weird and ridiculous.

But instead he tentatively squeezed.

It felt good, and Bella gasped.

“As hard as I want?” he asked.  “Even if it hurts you?”

“I don’t want you to hurt me,” she said.  “But it’s okay if you do.  I want you to squeeze as hard as you want to squeeze.”

He squeezed – hard.  And he didn’t hold back.  Bella squeaked, as Richard crushed her breast in his hand.  There was a look of surprised, lustful delight on his face.  

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Bella.

“But it’s okay to hurt you?” he asked.

“Yes,” admitted Bella.

He squeezed her breast again – harder.  And then, before Bella had recovered, he pushed her bikini up, to reveal her nipple, and then took her nipple in his fingers and pinched.  When Bella opened her mouth to gasp, he leaned forward and kissed her.

“That feels good,” he said, after the kiss.

“Thank you,” said Bella.  Charles had told her to thank Richard if he hurt, abused or objectified her.  “What’s good and bad about my fuckbag?”

“Well, it’s fun to squeeze,” said Richard, staring at her naked boob.  “So that’s good.  But, uh, I guess it could probably stand to be bigger.”

The words felt like a slap.  Charles was right.  Even her friends thought she would be better as a huge-titted porn cow.

“Which of my holes do you think it would be most fun to ejaculate into?” asked Bella.  This was the third thing Charles wanted her to say.

“Seriously?” asked Richard.

“Go on,” said Bella.  “Honestly.”

She could see Richard thinking – and she blushed as she realised he was imagining what it would be like to stick his cock into her mouth, and her pussy, and her anus, in order to decide which one he would prefer.

“I think probably… your cunt,” said Richard.  “I think that would feel best to cum into.”

His cock was throbbing furiously beneath her hand – and then Richard shifted in the seat, and said, “Hang on a minute.”

He adjusted his pants, and unzipped his fly – and suddenly his naked, erect cock was in front of Bella.  He took her hand and put it back on his shaft, and Bella blushed to feel the warm, soft skin of his dick beneath her fingers.

“That’s better,” he said.  “Keep going.”

Bella curled her fingers around his cock, and began to reluctantly pump it.  Richard sighed with delight, and put his hands back on Bella’s tits.  He squeezed hard, with no concern for her comfort, pulling her towards him by her tits in a milking motion.  Bella squeaked.

“Thank you,” she said.  Then she said, “If you were to completely ignore my preferences, and dignity, and you were asked to cover one part of my body, out of my face, my fuckbags, or my cunt, which one would you prefer to cover?  Whichever one you pick, I’ll actually cover it.”  This was Charles’ fourth thing for her to say.

“Well, I haven’t really seen your cunt,” said Richard.

Blushing, Bella spread her legs, and pulled aside the tiny string of the bikini briefs, so that Richard could see her pink, wet pussy, complete with clitoris ring.

“Which one would you prefer to cover?” she asked.

“Without worrying about your opinions?” clarified Richard.

“That’s right,” said Bella.

“Well, I guess right now it would be your face,” said Richard.  “I’m enjoying looking at your tits and cunt and you told me you don’t want me to look at your face anyway.”

Bella blushed.  None of this was going the way it should.  Richard was supposed to be a feminist.  And yet…

She had brought a simple canvas shopping bag with her.  It contained a shirt and a pair of more modest panties, in case Richard had said she should cover her tits or pussy.  But he had not, so she dumped the clothes on the ground, and then put the bag over her head, concealing her face completely.  She felt ridiculous like this – dehumanised and objectified – but she was still stroking Richard’s cock, and Richard was still squeezing her tits.

“You can say it,” she said.  “You can say I look stupid like this.”  This was Richard’s final instruction for her.  “In fact, you can say all the nasty things about me that you think but don’t say.  It’s okay.  Why don’t you give it a try?  Call me a ridiculous stupid fuckslut who deserves to be raped.”

“I don’t know,” said Richard. 

Bella squeezed his cock harder.  “Please,” she said.

“Okay,” he said.  “Bella, you’re a ridiculous stupid fuckslut who deserves to be raped.”

She felt his cock twitch hard in her hand.

“Go on,” she said.

“Honestly, you look like a fuckdoll right now,” said Richard.  “It’s hard to take you seriously as a person.  You just look so fucking stupid – and you’ve never really been that smart, honestly.  You’ve always been a bit of a dumb cunt.  And now you’re here, cockteasing me, practically begging me to rape you, flashing your fuckhole at me like a whore, and…”

He paused.  She felt his cock straining in her grip.

“Fuck, Bella, I’m sorry, I’m going to do it,” he growled.

She squeaked, and let go of his cock – but he was already grabbing her tits and pulling her to her feet.  He had a firm grip on her nipples, and he was dragging her, and all she could do was follow.  With the bag over her head she couldn’t see where she was going as she staggered.  

Soon he pushed her, hard, and she fell, and landed on the soft mattress of a bed, back down, tits up.  She felt him grab her legs and force them apart – and then a moment later, he pushed his cock into her cunt.

“You dumb fucking cockteasing slut,” he growled, and began to pump into her fuckhole.  He reached out and slapped her tits, hard.  “God, this is really what you were made for.  Is this what you wanted, slut?”

“No,” moaned Bella.  “Please, don’t.”

“But there’s no consequences, right?” asked Richard.  “You’ll still be my friend?”

“Yes,” admitted Bella.

“And your cunt is wet, so I think really you *do* want this, you whorish little sex-doll,” said Richard.

It was true.  Bella was wet.  And for all that being raped by her best male friend was wrong – it also felt so right.  She knew she was going to show the truth of her tattoo, and cum for him – maybe more than once.  

She began to cry, but because of the bag, Richard couldn’t see her tears.  She wasn’t crying from pain or violation.  The rape was pleasurable, honestly.  She had learned to enjoy being used as an object to cum into.  She was crying because she was so stupid – because Charles was right, she *was* only good for raping, and she *did* deserve to be a porn cow.  And she was crying because she now knew that all this time her male friends hadn’t wanted to hear her talk – they’d just wanted to fuck her, and, like a bitch, Bella had been denying them that pleasure.

The only thing that had ever stopped Richard from raping her was his inhibitions, and the fact that she had pretended to be a human instead of a porn cow.  Once those restrictions were removed, he had immediately raped her.  And that was surely the case with every other man she knew.

“Thank you,” she moaned from beneath the bag.

And she did cum – and then came again, when Richard ejaculated into her cunt.  She thanked him again afterwards, by kissing him, and cleaning his dick with her mouth, and then she tried to leave – but Richard wanted to see if he’d been right that her cunt was her most pleasurable hole, by testing her mouth and anus as well, and so he raped her twice more, and she thanked him for those as well.

And she knew that when she eventually went back to Charles, she would apologise to him as well, and he would beat her tits and cunt for “cheating” on him with Richard, and then she would admit that she wasn’t good for anything except raping, and beg Charles to give her the giant porn cow tits that she deserved.

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