The next morning, Hellie joined everyone at a picnic table for breakfast and explained that she thought she'd better go home early, that bugs were eating her up in her tent and camping just wasn't for her. She avoided the gazes of both Michael and Karen.
"Aw man," Michael said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Hellie said, her response clipped. "I just need to get to the parking lot where there's phone service, and I'll call my friend for a ride."
"We can drive you," Kevin said.
Hellie looked at him in surprise.
"Me and Jim, we can bring you home," he said, sounding oddly kind. "I know you were going through it last night, I saw you come out of your tent and hop in the lake. You must've been getting eaten alive." Kevin smiled at her, his smile uncharacteristically friendly and kind.
But Hellie knew exactly what he meant. She swallowed. "That would be super nice of you," she said slowly. "But really, it won't take long."
"If you're separating from the group, it's better that one of us can confirm you got home safe," said Scott. "You won't be able to text anyone who's still in the woods anyway."
Hellie nodded. "Okay," she said quietly.
She went and began taking her tent apart. Maybe she should just stick it out. It was one more day and one more night.
But, no. She couldn't keep taking dick from Karen's boyfriend. And it wasn't like she could tell Karen what had been going on. "Hey Karen, um your boyfriend and I have fucked a few times and uh out of courtesy I thought you should know."
She returned to the group with her things packed.
"You know," she said. "I know it's a safety thing, but I'd really rather walk alone."
Kevin looked up at her, and his eyes narrowed even as he tried to maintain his fake-kind tone. "I really think we should walk with you."
"No thank you." Hellie smiled tightly, her eyes becoming angrily wide.
"C'mon," he said, still trying to sound friendly. "There's no need to be prideful."
"I'm not, really. I'm good, I'll call my friend from the parking lot and it'll be fine."
"But I KNOW you were up--"
"I got it, Kevin. I get it. You saw me get out of my tent." Hellie held out her hands, her bags having been strewn over her shoulders. "Enjoy having that information."
With that, Hellie stomped past the group and jogged into the forest.
"Kevin, stop." She heard Scott call out. "Hellie!"
Once in the woods, Hellie turned, a little out of breath. Scott, portly as he was, had caught up with her.
"Did Kevin...do something to you?" Scott asked her, panting.
Hellie smiled and shook her head. "No. No, he's just being a dick." She sighed. "Could you walk me to the parking lot?"
Scott nodded to her. "I'll do you one better, let me take you home. Okay?"
Hellie nodded. "Thank you Scott."
Once they were in the car, Hellie had already told him more than she'd meant to.
"And what I don't understand is...well, look. I'd fuck Kevin! But he only wants it like...I don't know. He wants me under duress?!"
Scott gave her a sideways glance. "You don't like a bit of duress? I've seen what to Nicolai did to his desk."
Hellie sighed. "It's not the same. Nicolai uses me but...it's not the same. I would leave if I didn't like it."
"Maybe it has more to do with Kevin," Scott said. "He has some idea of putting your place."
"But I like that."
"So why didn't you just fuck him?"
Hellie sighed. "I'm mad at him. I'm really annoyed. He thinks he and Jim can what, gang up on me in the woods? He always acts like he's too good to fuck me, but he wants to do it as much as anyone else." She glanced at Scott. "Except you." Hellie tapped her finger against her head. "I remember."
Scott smiled a little. After a moment he said, "Maybe you need to put him in HIS place."
Hellie sighed. "I'm not exactly sure how I would do that. But I'll keep it in mind. After he tells everyone I might have to quit anyway. I was already the store slut but...oh!" Hellie gestured to Bryant's driveway as they approached. "I'm right here. Thank you Scott."
Scott nodded. "Be safe, Hellie."
Once in the house, Hellie found Bryant in the living room.
"I'm back," she said.
"So I see, beautiful. What happened?"
Hellie shrugged. "There's a lot to process right now, but basically I'm a whore and I'm probably in trouble."
Bryant stood, went to Hellie and hugged her. He kissed the top of her head.
"You said what, now? You're a whore?" Another kiss. "I could've told you that, baby girl."
Hellie giggled.
"Daddy's little whore, aren't you baby?"
Hellie hummed happily. "Yes Daddy." She looked up at him. "I think I did something I shouldn't have. Right now I just want to shower and get in bed in my pjs."
Without warning, Bryant swept her up in his arms, carrying her like a bride over a threshold. "Why don't you let Daddy help you, baby?"
He took Hellie into his bedroom and then into the large bathroom attached. He turned the shower on, and took off Hellie's clothes.
"What would make you feel better, baby?" He kissed her face, her jaw, her neck, cupped a breast in one hand. His hands stroked softly down her body. "You want to take Daddy in your pretty pussy?" His fingers brushed her clit, teasing it softly over and over.
Hellie squeaked. "Yes please Daddy, please," she whispered.
He picked Hellie up again and put her in the shower. He took his clothes off and joined her.
Bryant's shower was big, with a rain style spout. Bryant washed Hellie under the heavy water, stroking her hair, her neck, rubbing and scrubbing her breasts, up her legs and thighs, across her belly, over her ass.
When he'd finished washing her, he rinsed his hands and pulled Hellie's wet, warm body to his. He reached his hand down her back, under her ass, and slid a finger just into her pussy.
"Daddy," she moaned.
"Are you ready for Daddy in your pussy?"
"Oh yes Daddy, please," she whimpered.
He lifted Hellie up, her legs around his waist. His cock, one of the biggest she'd ever had, pushed against her pussy and slid into her. She felt herself opening around it.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Oh my fucking god." She gasped for air as her pussy adjusted around him, as he pulled out and slowly slid back in. "Open me up, Daddy," she whispered.
"Fuck," he groaned. "That's right baby girl, you take Daddy's dick. Fuck, my baby is so fucking tight."
"Oh god Daddy, please," she begged as he pressed deep into her. He pressed his cockhead snugly against her cervix and Hellie sobbed in pain and pleasure. He stayed there, pressing.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Hellie held tight to his hot, damp, strong body as he barely moved in her, opening her pussy around his cock.
"That's is baby, you remember now don't you? This pussy belongs to Daddy." He pulled back, pushed again into her, harder.
"Daddy!"
