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Bella's Walk Home

By: FantasyWryter



(Disclaimer, this story does take a little while to develop, and it eventually involves serious rape. Rape is an awful thing, and I only use it here to entertain the sexual fetish that is forced sex and the use of a woman as nothing more than a sex object. This story does not have a happy ending for our heroin, though I do plan to use her (pun completely intended) in some other works, she might not make it out alive. Also, I have no ownership or copyright privileges with the name/product "Mr. Clean"... You'll see)




"Come over tonight baby, I've got a special surprise for you"

Those were the last words that Bella's boyfriend John said to her as they left the tattoo parlor earlier that day. And though to anybody else, it could have meant anything, it only meant one thing to Bella.

He was finally going to propose. 

And why wouldn't he?

She was a catch.

Bella was sexy in a very quirky way. She wasn't lean or athletic, she didn't wear short skirts or dresses, and she didn't resemble Megan Fox in any way.

But she did have dazzling green eyes. 

That's what John would ramble about anyway.

Her brilliant green eyes. So sharp, so bright they could light up the night sky.

Of course, she knew that he was also fond of all of her tattoos and her D cups. 

You could say that Bella fancied herself as a bit of a "Suicide Girl" wannabe. 

She wore crazy make-up, put her strawberry blonde hair into pigtails, and just loved to wear shirts that left little to the imagination.

Yup, she was hot, and she knew that John knew it.

Not to say that she didn't love him.

He wasn't the most attractive guy, or even the smartest, but he was the sweetest. He was goofy, kind, and always knew what to say (Or do) to cheer Bella up. 

She was so ready for this day.

SO ready to finally lock him up forever.

No more "almost 30, living with her cats" or "just the fuck-toy of Baltimore's best tattoo artist."

And certainly no more of Alice, the slutty secretary who always tried to come on to John at work.

Bella beamed as she thought about showing her big, shiny rock to Alice on Monday, and watching her dream die. 

So she showed up at John's house at Midnight sharp, she could barely hold her excitement. She was finally going to get that elusive ring 

She pulled her coat tighter as she waited for John to come to the door.

Some might call it unusual for a young woman to be wearing a long trench coat in the middle of August in Maryland, but those same people would certainly have words for her if they saw what she was wearing underneath.

Bella smirked.

She was going to make sure that John knew just how ready she was to spend the rest of her life with him.

The door slowly opened and there stood John, beaming.

"Hey beautiful. Expecting a snowstorm?" he joked.

"No silly, I'm just cold" 

"That's too bad, I was gonna say you could expect more than a few inches tonight"

"Really? Where are you gonna get the extra inches?"

John flinched. Bella joked, but the reality was that he wasn't exactly packing downstairs. 

In fact, Bella often had to resort to "John 2.0", the vibrator she keeps under her pillow. But she wasn't shallow. She loved him, and that was more than enough.

"Ha Ha Ha" he sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes, "You gonna come in, or are you just gonna sit out there and freeze to death"

She smiled and reached for his hand. He turned and began moving down the hall. She stood there, extending for nothing for a moment, before she recovered and scurried down the hall.

"Alright baby, ready for your surprise?" 

"Of course!" she beamed.

"Okay, close your eyes" he said, looking at her with a huge grin.

She complied with his request and followed him through the door.

She smelled scented candles, and heard the sweet, seductive sound of smooth jazz in the background. He was definitely up to something.

"Ready sweety?" John asked.

"I've been ready all day!" she sighed, frustrated.

"Okay" he laughed, "open em"

Her eyes shot open.

And what she saw... Made her heart drop.

It wasn't a ring, a home made dinner, or even a cute chick-flick. 

It was much worse.

It was Alice, the office slut, lying on the floor, completely naked.

"Wh-.... I-.... Fuck?!" She struggled to spit out.

"Now baby, I'm sure you're confused, but this is all for you".

Bella was so confused. 

Seeing Alice, the curvy blonde whore that she hated so much, ass naked in her boyfriends house, on the floor where they had made love countless times, on the rug that they put in together, just didn't compute. 

"I know you've always wanted a threesome baby. And well, I finally found somebody who we can trust to do it with us"

Bella's eyes snapped into focus.

True, she had said she had always wanted to experiment with John and a girl, but it was mostly as a joke to get him turned on when his little guy couldn't perk up. 

She was suddenly overwhelmed by emotions, and none of them good.

She felt angry, betrayed, jealous, and admittedly... A little turned on.

She had no interest in getting any of Alice's diseases, but she had always wanted a threesome.

Only... She didn't want another girl...

The situation finally made sense to Bella. 

And she blew up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she shrieked. "You thought I would be okay with this? With her? You KNOW that I hate her? I talk about how big of a slut she is ALL THE TIME!"

"Excuse me?" Alice asked.

"You're excused Cunt" Bella spat at her rival, "You're not going to TOUCH my man"

"Um. Too late" Alice scowled. 

Her world shattered.

It was too much for her to handle. 

She needed to get far away from this room. Far away from everyone.

She turned and began to run... In her heels.

"Wait, Bella!" John yelled.

She broke through the room and headed for the door, trying to get far from the sound of Alice cackling. Bella felt John grab the back of her trench coat, but she threw her arms open and struggled out if it. She flung the door open, kicked her heels off and ran out into the humid August night. 

She ran and ran until she was sure John was far behind her, and she began to sob.

What a picture she must have been. 

A busty 20-something, covered in tattoos, wearing nothing but a slutty nurse outfit, crying on the side of the street in the early hours of the morning. 

Then it hit her.

"Where am I?" she asked the nothing around her.

Before, she had been preoccupied with nothing more than getting far away from her fucked up life. Now, she had no idea where she was.

This was bad.

This wasn't a good neighborhood to be in alone at night, especially in such a revealing outfit.

"This night can't get any worse" she whined.

As if on cue... It got worse.

"Damn girl" said a very masculine voice from behind Bella. It gave her goosebumps. She kept walking, refusing to look back.

"Yo babe, how much?!" yelled another.

They thought she was a prostitute... A tingle shot down her spine, causing her whole body to shiver. 

"Oh yeah! Shake it!" shouted yet another voice. 

Was that it? She wondered.

Was it just those three guys? Were there more? Four? Maybe five?

She had to know, so she stole a peek back.

Big mistake.

Her original suspicions were correct, there were only three men trailing her, and men they were.

The first was a short, stocky white guy wearing a cross and a wife beater, and the second was a tall, lanky white guy with spiky blonde hair. But it was the third that really gave her the creeps. The final guy was an african american male that looked to be upwards of six feet tall wearing nothing but baggy sweatpants and a pair of Jordans. Every muscle in his body looked toned, like he had put in some serious work at the gym. 

And the worst part, was as she stole her look, they had begun to turn around. 

They were about to give up there pursuit, but when she turned around, she opened a deadly door.

The stocky guy smiled.

"Hey bitch, like what you see?" as he flexed his impressive muscles.

She tried to turn and walk away but she had their attention now.

"Hey cunt, my boy was talkin' to you!" the huge guy yelled. 

Bella gave up all pretense and began to run. 

"Aw here we go" snarled the lanky guy, and Bella heard the clapping of sneakers as they hit the pavement behind her. 

Her round breasts bounced up and out of her lingerie as she tried to dig deep and find some energy to run.

For as much time as she spent at the gym trying to get her flat ass to tone out, she had completely skipped cardio, and was still completely exhausted after her escape from John's house. She felt her legs begin to fail her and knew that she needed to find somewhere to hide.

As if on que, an abandoned warehouse appeared on her right. She didn't have time to think about the incredible horror movie cliche that was the idea of an abandoned warehouse, for the eager footsteps weren't far behind. She carefully slid through a broken window, trying to avoid the sharp glass.

She failed. 

She felt the jagged glass scratch against her back, cutting her skin and tearing the top of her lingerie open. The front of top floated off of her, allowing her supple breasts to spill out into the humid august air. 

She stifled a yelp as pain shot through her and dove behind a pillar and closed her eyes, praying for the first time, hoping against hope that the boys would walk right by. 

And at first, her wish was granted.

She heard the footsteps race past the window, and she began to feel relief. 

The footsteps got quieter and the boys kept going and she let out a sigh.

As bad as tonight was, it could have been much worse. 

Unfortunately... The night wasn't over.

On the other side of the room, a door opened.

So much for the "abandoned" in abandoned warehouse.

What came out of the door was much worse. 

Three, extremely buff guys confidently walked through the door. 

"Well looky what we have here"

Said the first man, a bald white guy who looked like Mr. Clean... If Mr. Clean had done 15 years in prison. The other two were black twins, each with frightening smirks on their faces. 

Bella was in shock.

For a night that had started off with such promise, such hope, she hadn't been able to get away. Before she could adapt, they had her surrounded.

"This can't get any worse" she thought to herself.

She was wrong. The men began to take off their shirts, revealing two things.

One, that all three men were in extremely good shape. and Two, they all had weapons.

"Please... Don't hurt me" she begged.

"Hurt you?" Mr. Clean laughed, the other two chuckled along. "Nah hon, we don't wanna hurt you. Shit, you look lost"

She began to feel relieved.

"Y-yes" she stuttered. "I don't know where I am, and I don't have my phone".

She realized this was the wrong thing to say when the twins shared a devious look.

"You poor thing" the bald man consoled her. "Well... Maybe we can give you a ride home"

As nice as the offer sounded, it gave Bella the creeps.

"That would be amazing, I've had a really hard night"

"Of course... We would expect something in return" 

Her heart stopped.

"I... I don't have any money. But I can pay you when I get-"

"Oh we don't want yo money" interrupted one of the twins.

"And we'd prefer that you pay us back right now" finished the other.

She knew exactly what they wanted, and that terrified her. Yet... She also felt a deep and carnal excitement deep in her loins. She felt the familiar tingling of her womanhood growing moist. But she couldn't.

"Please... Don't... I have money at home. Enough for all of you... I can't"

"Listen bitch" said Mr. Clean, suddenly very serious. "We're gonna get our way regardless, its up to you if you end up at home, safe and sound"

All three men removed their guns from their pants. Her heart was racing faster by the minute and she tried and tried to think of any way to escape... But there was only one...

"What do you want me to do?..." She whispered.

As impossible as it seemed, their smiles got even wider.

"It's simple babe", Mr. Clean said as he unzipped his pants, "Just suck us off".

The three men pulled out their members and Bella's 

jaw dropped.

All three men were HUNG. Surprisingly, Mr. Clean had the biggest of them all. Both wide and long, as it started grow stiff, it was easily the biggest she had ever seen.

She took a deep breath. 

"Lets get this over with" she thought to herself.

She leaned onto her knees and began to get to work. 

She wrapped her hands around the stiffening black cocks and started to suck on the head of Mr. Clean's big dick. 

She really tried her hardest to please them, hoping that if she got them off now, they would come through on their promise to take her home. 

Soon they began to grope her supple breasts and the hung white male began to grab her pigtails and force his cock deeper down her mouth. He kept thrusting his hips until she was gagging on it. She went from cock to cock until the first twin announced that the was getting close, so she focused on him. 

She cradled his balls and stroked him while the other two jerked off. He eventually pulled out of her mouth and emptied himself on her left cheek. It was a two-stringer and quite a bit of it dribbled down to her breasts. Soon after, the second guy also came, just leaving Mr. Clean.

She tried her best to get him off fast, taking him extremely deep, stroking him fast, even playing with herself. Eventually he pulled out of her mouth.

"Guys, it's time" he announced.

Bella gave him a weird look.

Why did he stop? and Why announce that he was gonna cum to his friends?

"Wh-" she started but she was greeted with a slap across the face.

"Don't you fucking talk unless you're spoken too"

He barked.

Suddenly the twins were next to them, and they used the torn halves of the nurse outfit to completely strip her nude.

"PLEASE! You said just a blo-" he slapped her again.

"DO I need to remind you who's in charge?!" the bald man demanded, lifting his other gun to her face. 

She was silent, scared, and seriously turned on.

"Yo Brian, this bitch is seriously wet" one of the twins announced.

Well, I guess Mr. Clean's name was Brian. 

"Boys" Brian started. "Let her have it"

Before Bella could start again, the twins had her cum-covered face pushed into the dirty floor and Brian grabbed her hips and started prodding his huge member into her tight orifice. 

She moaned as he started rocking into her. Though her pussy was rough at first, eventually it started to lubricate itself and allow Brian to seriously start pounding into her. 

She fought hard not to enjoy it. She tried to think of everything that could turn her off. Everything that made her angry.

She tried thinking of the boys who chased her here, but her imagination asked her how big their cocks were.

She tried to imagine sitting at home watching cartoons, but her imagination reminded her that John 2.0 was waiting for her.

She tried to imagine Alice, and the bitchiness that usually ruined Bella's day, but her imagination showed her a scene of John's tiny dick slamming into her worn out pussy.

Then she felt Brian tugging on her hair and she couldn't resist. The pain made her gasp, and the twin who came first took advantage of the opportunity. 

He began violently fucking her throat.

She was being rocked back and forth between the two men for what felt like hours. 

Eventually Brian stuck his thumb into Bella's asshole and she lost it. 

She tried to fight it, but the big dick and the excitement of the situation put her over the top.

She had the first orgasm of her life.

She convulsed between the two men, and this was enough get the first twin off as well. 

He pulled out and dumped his load on her face... Again.

Moments later, the other brother came in and began to do the same thing.

Finally, Brian switched places with the twin and began to unload a massive cumshot onto Bella's face. The twin rammed into her pussy for a while while Brian talked quietly with the other. 

"You guys mind if I take this girl?" the twin asked. Brian shrugged. 

Bella was trying to recover but her eyes were glossed over. She was a shell of the woman who woke up that morning.

But she certainly woke up when the twin roughly forced his huge dick into her asshole. 

She screamed and Brian came over and slapped her with his pistol. 

"Shut up bitch, you've got bigger problems right now"

As the twin slammed into her virgin hole, she lost consciousness. 

And bless her for it. 

She wasn't awake when the gang took turns cumming in her holes for the next few hours. When the sun finally rose, they left her there. Beaten, bruised, and used and went on their way. 

As the days went on, different gangs came and went, using the warm body with the vacant mind.

What about the stocky, lanky, and buff guys from earlier? Funny you mention that. Because they ended up meeting up with our dear Alice... But you guys will have to let me know if you want to hear that story.

The End.