(Like all Hellie stories, this is fantasy and completely ridiculous- always have absolute, ongoing enthusiastic consent with all parties. Hellie is fictional and she REALLY loves to be mistreated.)
While Daddy went to wash his dick off, Dill carefully picked Hellie up and carried her to the bed. He kept her legs tied, ropes around each bent leg. This kept her knees bent at her sides, up to her chest, under her stomach, and so forth, depending on how they positioned her. He lay her on the bed on her back, her head hanging just off the edge, and he casually fucked her mouth while he waited, playing a game on his phone and grunting as Hellie gasped and moaned and choked on him.
Daddy came into the bedroom holding a wooden spoon. He watched Dill and Hellie a moment, watching Hellie's tits, her mouth, and the bulge in her throat that moved at the pace of Dill's steady fucking of her mouth.
Daddy chucked. "Let me get in there."
Dill nodded and pulled out of Hellie's mouth. She took several deep breaths.
"That's right baby, you take in that air now because Daddy's in that throat next," Daddy said to Hellie as she panted. "Don't give me that look, that's what sluts do- they suck big dicks down their throat."
Daddy moved Hellie toward the middle of the bed, her head still just off the edge. Dill climbed on, between her legs.
Dill had the smiley-face butt plug again, which he waved at her. Hellie blinked and realized it was a different, bigger plug than the last one. He lubed the plug and popped it into her asshole.
"Oh!" Hellie cried.
"Something to say, bitch?" Dill asked. He smacked her ass, including the plug, and Hellie yelped.
"No, nothing," she said, feeling her asshole stretch around it.
Daddy handed Dill the spoon. Dill rubbed Hellie's thighs and the bottom of her ass, while Daddy tied Hellie's wrists together just under her tits. Carefully, with his balls tapping Hellie's forehead, he leaned down and put his large cock into her mouth. Then more of it, then a little more. Hellie grunted.
"Take it," Daddy said sternly. "Take it bitch."
Dill smacked one ass cheek.
"Hnnnnn!" Hellie cried, her mouth full of dick.
Dill smacked the other ass check.
Daddy began to slowly fuck Hellie's mouth, and Dill stroked his own dick with one hand while spanking Hellie's ass and thighs with the other. Daddy grabbed Hellie's tits occasionally, pinched her nipples, felt the heft of each meaty titty that more than filled his large hands.
"Tits like a fuckdoll," he said. "Tits like a slut."
"Hhhhggggnnnnnhhhhh," said Hellie. "Hng-ngh-gh-hng-hlk-llgh!" as her mouth and throat were fucked.
Dill pushed Hellie's bent legs apart. He rubbed her inner thighs, grabbed the sticky, chubby flesh there. Then he began to smack them, hitting her open thighs with the wooden spoon.
Hellie whimpered and squeaked on Daddy's cock, her ass clenching on the plug, her pussy squeezing. Each strike stung, hurt, and she would try to bring her thighs together only for them to pushed or hit apart. After a few hits, Dill would pause to rub her thighs softly, even trace her pussy lips with one figure, thumb her clit. And then he would return to the beating, marking her thighs up with bruises and red lines. He moved all the way up and down each thigh with his spoon-strikes, from the bottom of her ass to her inner thigh and all the way down toward her knee. Hellie squealed and wriggled, but Daddy held her in place with his hands, legs, and the dick in her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up and suck that dick before I make it your breathing tube," Daddy said, smacking one of her tits.
"Hhhhnnnhhhggggghhhh," said Hellie.
After a few more strikes, Dill finally stopped, landing a final smack with just his hand onto her pussy. He stuck the spoon handle into Hellie's pussy and she hummed in unexpected pleasure as he fucked her with it.
"I love watching this little pussy get violated," Dill said happily. "I think this bitch might be my favorite hole."
Daddy slapped Hellie's cheek lightly. "What do you say, baby?"
"Hnnnn! Hhnnmm hhhh!" Hellie tried to say thank you with her mouth full of dick. The men chuckled.
Hellie shook as Daddy slowly, very slowly, began to pull his dick out of her throat and her mouth. Once it was out, he stroked his dick with the wetness of her spit.
"Good bitch."
Hellie panted, gasped, took deep breaths, and Daddy untied her arms to sit her up and give her some water.
"Need enough juice for that dripping pussy," he murmured, tilting the bottle gently as she gulped the water down. "Good girl, baby. Good girl."
They lay her back down, this time with her head at the top of the bed, and tied her arms again, this time apart, one wrist at each top corner of the bed. Daddy made her struggle a little to show him that she couldn't get out.
"That's good, baby, that's real good," said Daddy.
"Thank you Daddy," said Hellie.
"Daddy has to stretch that pussy now, baby. This is all because of you, this is all for your punishment. Do you understand that?"
"Yes Daddy." Hellie nodded solemnly.
"Daddy doesn't want a stretched out, useless hole, but sometimes Daddy has no choice because it's his job to punish you." Daddy touched her face, her lips, let her lick his fingertip. She whimpered as he said "useless hole."
"Sometimes naughty holes need to get stretched and punished," he said.
"Yes, Daddy."
Daddy and Officer Dill took turns fingering Hellie, one finger from Daddy sliding in and out, then two fingers from Dill curled upward and motioning up to her g-spot. Then two from Daddy, as Dill rubbed her clit, then Dill again, and so on. Hellie yelped and moan and shook, her eyes rolling back as they play with her hole.
Finally, Daddy took out a small vibrator and held it on her clit as Dill curled his fingers up and toward himself inside her, pushing and rubbing on her g-spot. Hellie shrieked and groaned, and Dill and Daddy held and pinned her legs tight as her body shook and jerked.
"Please," she cried. "Please!"
"Come on baby," Daddy said. "I know you got it in you." He reached and with his free hand, he pushed just a little on the plug in her ass.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Hellie cried out, made high noises she couldn't control. Juice spurted from her pussy, soaking Dill's hand and arm, and the bed.
"Oh fuck yes. Oh that's a GOOD bitch, that's a real good bitch. Get that pussy juice everywhere," Dill said, moving his hand determinedly.
"Look how nice we are to you, baby girl." Daddy grinned.
Daddy took the vibrator back, but Officer Dill didn't stop. He slid two more of his fingers into her pussy, extra wet now from Daddy's cum and her own. With four fingers, he alternated between curving his hand inside her and sliding his fingers in and out. Hellie panted and fucked his fingers greedily, and he laughed at her.
"Look at that fucking pussy, look at that hungry hole," he murmured. "We're stretching this tight hole, bitch. I can feel that plug too."
Very carefully, he added the top of his thumb, then began to fuck her with his five fingers just up to the knuckle. Hellie whined and whimpered, her knees pulling back toward her shoulders, letting her pussy open up for him.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what, bitch?"
"Please," she gasped.
Daddy slapped the fleshy mound at the top of her pussy and she helped. "He said please, WHAT, bitch?"
"Oh Daddyyy!"
Daddy took the vibrator and put it on her clit, and immediately Hellie began to cum again.
And as she did, Dill slid his hand into her wet, dripping cunt.
"Oh my god, oh my fucking god!" Hellie yelled, fucking Dill's hand and shaking, making strange noises as she came on his hand, her pussy gushing.
"That's right bitch, you can scream as long as you want, nobody's going to hear you. And if they do, they'll just come to use this pussy, too."
"Oh fuck," Hellie moaned.
Very carefully, very slowly, Dill's hand pulled back, and as he pushed back in, he made a fist. Her pussy stretched even more, her slick walls hugging his hand as he fisted her.
Hellie screamed, sobbed. She could barely register what was happening as she had what felt like an ongoing orgasm, under her clit, inside her pussy, inside her ass, all of her holes so perfectly and deliciously full, her clit stimulated over the edge. Her eyes rolled back and then closed, and utter nonsense spilled from her lips in groans, grunts, and high-pitched moans. She begged in gibberish, she shrieked as tears spilled from her eyes. She cried as a rolling, thundering orgasm coursed through her body, and continued to make little sobs as the waves became less and less, quieter, gentler.
