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Hellie woke up in a bed. She could see outside the window that it had gotten dark. She was deliciously sore between her legs, and as she remembered the day that had passed, she felt her pussy growing wet all over again.
Slowly, quietly, she got out of the bed. The door to the room was opened, and when she walked to the doorway, she could see directly into a living room where Officer Dill was sitting watching TV.
He looked over at her. "All that dick knocked your ass right out, didn't it you little slut?"
Hellie swallowed and nodded. Why was her mouth watering?
"Glad you woke up." Dill stood. "Let's get you cleaned up for your Daddy."
He came and led her into a bathroom with a large tub, but rather than drawing a bath he turned on a sprayer and washed her industriously. His hands were firm but not harsh, treating her as an object but an important one. He didn't speak much as he washed her, and didn't tell her how to move, just moved his hands to her breasts, under them, under her arms, on her ass, between her cheeks and thighs, etc, and she moved as needed to give him access. She shivered in the cool air and savored the relief from the hot water. She sat on the edge of the tub while he rubbed and washed her feet, between her toes, around her ankles, and sighed sleepily.
After the bath, he rubbed her body with lotion, taking extra care around her wrists which were red from the cuffs.
He lay blankets down on the floor of the small cabin's living room and lay her down with her head on a pillow.
He disappeared into the kitchen area of the cabin and Hellie heard him rumbling around drawers and cabinets. The lighting was low, but as far as Hellie could tell, it was a one-bedroom situation.
"What is this place?" Hellie finally asked.
"Heaven," said Dill. "Or maybe hell for you, bitch."
Hellie pressed her thighs together, then sat up. "Why hell? Is this where you and Mr. Noble murder people? What is this?"
Dill sighed. "I forgot you talk back when you're not filled up with cock." He re-emerged from the kitchen area, carrying a red rope and some other objects that Hellie couldn't quite make out. "Nobody's getting kidnapped, nobody's getting murdered."
He knelt down, letting the things in his hands drop to the floor, and held her chin.
"You're just getting punished, slut." He slapped her face lightly and Hellie made a desperate little high-pitched noise. He smiled. "So now I'm going to tie those legs open." He held her by the jaw. "Because I know you'd keep them open all day if you could. And all night. Wouldn't you, bitch?"
He began to finger her mouth and Hellie whimpered, pressing her ass and pussy into the blanket. "I know, you're already wet. I know." He moved his fingers in and out of her mouth and Hellie sucked them hungrily. "Oh, don't worry baby. We're going to fill that mouth up." He kissed her cheek. "We're going to fill all those worthless, pathetic, desperate fucking holes on your fuckdoll body," he said into her ear, and she panted. "You like that, slut? Are you just a fuckdoll?"
Hellie moaned and nodded, still sucking his fingers.
"Answer me with your mouth full, bitch."
"Yeh," Hellie answered as he pushed his fingers into her throat. Hellie whimpered, her thighs falling open as she rolled her hips desperately, pressing her ass into the blankets.
Dill pulled his fingers gently from her mouth, traced his fingertips over Hellie's full lips. "I should've gotten some mascara for you," he said.
Hellie frowned.
"Calm down, bitch, I'm not saying you don't have a pretty little fuckdoll face with pretty little dick-sucking lips." He stroked his hand over her cheek. "I'd just like to see you with your mascara running," he said softly. "While I fuck your pretty little throat."
"Ohh," Hellie breathed.
"You like that, bitch? I haven't even fucked that little pussy yet. I see you opening your little legs for me." He brought both his hands down to stroke her inner thighs. "That's good, bitch. Keep them open." Pushing her gently, Dill lay her down again.
"Bend your knees."
Dill took the red rope, which turned out to be soft, and he tied thoroughly it around each bent leg, configuring her legs in a frog-type shape, the juicy flesh of her inner thighs squeezed gently by the lines of rope. He rubbed his hands over her flesh and the rope, enjoying the feeling, and Hellie hummed in pleasure. She lay with her feet pressed together, her legs in a diamond shape.
"Now as long as you're good, I'll leave your arms free til your Daddy gets here."
Hellie swallowed. "You guys...you share this cabin?"
"Our families do."
Hellie blinked.
"Don't give me that fucking look. Ever heard of divorce? I wouldn't stick my dick in community pussy if I was going home to someone."
Hellie swallowed. "Sounds like a personal problem."
Dill slapped her again, and Hellie giggled. He shook his head. "Smartass."
Just then, they heard the sound of car tires on gravel outside. A car door shut.
"Perfect timing," Dill said with a smile.
Seconds later, the door opened, and Mr. Noble stepped in.
"Hi Daddy," Hellie said.
Mr. Noble grinned. "Hi baby girl." He took in her naked body and tied-open legs. "You got her doing yoga, Dill?"
"Think the spread is what comes natural to her," said Dill, and he slapped Hellie's pussy. She yelped.
Daddy sat on the floor on the other side of Hellie. "I have your phone, baby. And your clothes. We'll take you home just as soon as you've finished your punishment."
Hellie nodded.
Daddy cupped her pussy and she moaned. "How did you do today, baby girl? Were you good for Daddy's friends?"
"They weren't your friends," said Dill. "I had to finish my shift so your baby was taking dick from whoever was in the back of my car."
Daddy slid a finger into Hellie's pussy and she cried out in pleasure, her legs coming up, bent knees at her sides. "I think that's an appropriate punishment for my slutty girl." He fingered her slowly, thumb on her clit, motioning as though he were squeezing the front of her pussy, and Hellie moaned and shook. "That's what I didn't realize about you baby. You just need dick and that's that. Doesn't matter if it's your friend's father, doesn't matter if it's your friend's boyfriend, doesn't matter if you're cheating on your own boyfriend."
"Barry knows--"
Dill slapped Hellie's face again and she moaned.
"Oh she really likes that," said Daddy, musing at how her pussy dampened and squeezed on his fingers. He slid another inside, two fingers inside her as he thumbed her clit.
"She's a fuckdoll," said Dill.
"Oh I know that, Dill. You know I've used her in every hole, I don't fuck around."
"I think we should gag her. She's got a smartass mouth."
Hellie gulped and the men chuckled.
Dill shook his head. "Plus she gave me this LOOK because she thought I was cheating on my wife, and now you're telling me this bitch is a little homewrecker both ways?" He pulled out a ball gag from the pile of stuff he'd brought from the kitchen.
"You're telling me you're not cheating on your wife though?"
