Hellies Conjugal Visit Pt 01

(Warning for violent sex, reminder that these are fantasies. Hellie's stories are NOT based in any form of reality- in general I don't advise fucking cops, prison is not fun or sexy, and you should ALWAYS pee after sex.)

Hellie was in bed thinking about the night that she'd been put in a holding cell.

She rubbed her clit gently at first, small firm circles with the pad of her finger. She imagined being collared and put on a leash. Maybe something a little more intense than a leash, like a collar with two ropes attached? No, not a rope in prison. More like a giant handcuff, a metal collar with some kind of high resistance retractable cable...

Whatever. Something that wouldn't let me go, Hellie thought.

She imagined being stripped naked, roughly collared while her body was fondled and violated, and then walked through a jail, past hungry and horny men behind bars. Her captors- she could only imagine that they'd be Dill and Officer Ham- would walk her close to the bars.

There, men would reach through to grope her body. She imagined them feeling up her tits, squeezing them like melons or coconuts. She imagined them pinching her nipples so hard that she shrieked and tried to wriggle away. She imagined being bitten on her breasts, her ass, her meaty thighs. Hickeys would be left wherever was in reach. Her ass would be grabbed, spanked, licked.

She imagined being grabbed and pulled against the bars while her captors chuckled, men fingering her pussy and ass, pulling her hair, kissing her sloppily with lots of tongue. She imagined hundreds of raw cocks being pulled out, rubbed over her ass and legs and belly, humped against her pussy, stuffed between her ass cheeks. They'd pull apart her thighs, reaching for her wet pussy, laughing when they found her sopping wet from their treatment.

They'd call her a cumrag, a cumslut, a cum dumpster, a whore, a bitch.

She rubbed her clit harder as she imagined strange hands rubbing her pussy, violating her holes, telling her she was tight, telling her what they'd do to her in if she were in that cell. Her captors would pull her away from the cells, bruised and bitten and violated.

She imagined Dill fucking her in front of the men, taunting them with her holes. Maybe he'd lead her on her knees up to the bars, make her open her mouth, and let every man stick his cock in her throat. Then finally he'd choose one cell that he'd put her inside of. Leaving her there, watching her get completely used up, her pussy pounded and stretched and abused over and over and over. She'd be tossed around, marked up, filled with cum, coated with it. Then discarded, like a used up fuckdoll.

"Fuck," Hellie whispered.

She slid her fingers into her pussy and moaned as she fucked her hand. Then she paused, panting, and slid her fingers out again.

She rolled over and grabbed her phone to send an audio message.

"Excuse me, Officer Dill?" she said in a pouty voice. "I think I need some help."

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Hellie woke up the next morning in Officer Dill's bed.

This had only happened a handful of times, and was both exciting and disorienting.

She was naked, dried cum coating one side of her face and one of her breasts. Not-dried cum was still slowly leaking from her pussy. She reached back and realized there was still a plug in her asshole.

"Sorry baby." Dill walked in, naked and carrying two mugs of coffee. "Forgot to take that thing out of you before you fell asleep, and then it just looked so cute stuffed in your ass." He put a mug on the bedside table closest to Hellie and sat next to her.

"Hmm," he said. "If I had a tiny little dropper, I could drip hot coffee on your little clit."

Hellie cringed. "Hot coffee?"

"Boiling water at least. Or some wax." He put his own mug down and then reached between her thighs, his fingers coming down to touch her pussy.

"Oh!" Hellie gasped.

"You're still nice and wet, too." He moved his hand against her pussy lips. "Maybe I could use your little cunt one more time before we leave."

"Mmm..Before we leave?"

"Yeah baby, we gotta get out of here." He slid a finger inside her.

"Oohh. W-where are we going?" Hellie swallowed, her thick thighs parting for him.

Dill slid his finger out and gave her pussy a gentle slap. "Today's your conjugal visit."

Hellie blinked. "What?"

"Your conjugal visit, bitch." He leaned and kissed her gently, making her moan. He held her jaw lovingly as he spoke. "Remember when you told me your fantasy last night, whore? I made some calls this morning. We're going to take you visit some of my friends."

"Mmmm, wow," Hellie murmured. "You have friends?"

He pulled away and stuffed four fingers into her mouth and throat. "Very funny you fucking cunt. That's the kind of talk that gets your ass fucked."

He made her gag on his fingers, then pulled them out and turned her over. He pulled her ass up and Hellie bent her knees. He popped the plug from her asshole and Hellie yelped. He slapped her butt and squeezed the meaty bottom of her ass cheek, spitting on her holes with a scoff. He grabbed a tube of lube from his bedside, opened it and shoved the tip into Hellie's asshole. He squeezed the cold lube into her butt and Hellie whimpered uncomfortably.

He pulled the tube out and after rubbing some of the lube on his cock, he nudged her asshole and slid himself up her ass.

"Oh god!" Hellie yelled.

"That's right bitch, all the way," he murmured. "That's right, bitch." He pressed his dick deeper and deeper. She felt his ball sack against her pussy, her ass meeting his hips and thighs. She could feel his cock stretch her deep up her ass, and she squirmed on his dick. He held her hips. "All the way now bitch, you're not getting away."

"Please, sir- "

"Mmmmm..just shut the fuck up, cockhole." He pulled back just a little and then pushed even deeper, making her squeak. He slapped her ass hard. "We're going to make this tight ass sore," he said softly. "You know why?"

"Why?" Hellie grunted, still squirming, only making his cock go deeper up her ass.

"Because it's a hole, and you'd be useless if we didn't fuck it."

Hellie's pussy was wet, squeezing tight to nothing inside her. She made a high, pleading noise. Dill chuckled.

"You know you're just a three-holed whore, don't you baby?"

Hellie moaned. "Yes sir."

"My little bitch. You probably want me to touch your pathetic little clit don't you?"

"Yes," Hellie whined.

Dill reached down and smacked Hellie's clit, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. She instinctively moved backward, making his cock go deeper into her ass.

"Oh god," she cried. "Oh fuck!"

"I think it's time for me to open up this tight ass, bitch," he whispered. "You want to be a little cum rag for me, cunt?" He reached his hand up and choked Hellie, squeezing the sides of her neck.

"Yessss," Hellie croaked.

Dill chucked. "Tell me you're a three-holed whore, baby."

"You're a three-holed whore," said Hellie.

Dill let go of Hellie's neck and slapped her face, pulled back and rammed her ass once with his cock.

"Unnnhh!" Hellie whimpered as Dill grabbed her hair, fisting it from the back of her head, close to her scalp.

"Say it, bitch." He pressed slowly into her ass.

"Please," she whispered.

"Don't fucking beg me for shit, you fucking hole," he whispered. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm a rapedoll," Hellie gasped. "I'm a rapedoll with three holes to fuck."

"That's right. Good bitch," he whispered against her ear.

He fucked her hard, deeply, with no concern for her pain, holding her tightly and taking her ass forcefully. Hellie moaned, cried, sobbed, begged.

"Tell me to stop," he grunted.

"Please stop," Hellie whispered.

"You know I wouldn't stop, don't you baby?" He fucked her ass harder. "Tell me no."

"Mmmm noooo, please sir!" Hellie moaned. "I can't take it!"

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"No!" Hellie cried, and Dill laughed at her.

"You're so fucked up. My fucked up baby girl." He pounded her ass. "My baby likes to be raped til she screams."

"Fuck," Hellie whispered, and her body began to shake.

"That's it, that's it bitch, cum hard while I stuff your tight little rapehole ass."

"Oh god, please," Hellie sobbed. "Please!"

Dill covered her mouth and let her scream and shriek into his hand, the orgasm jolting through her body uncontrollably. He moved steadily inside her as though he was coaxing each orgasm out of her. When she finally stilled, panting, he gripped her ass cheeks hard and came inside her.

They both lay down, catching their breath, sticky and sweaty and damp.

Hellie rolled onto her back, her breasts jiggling as she moved. Dill pinched and tugged at her nipples.

"You know, your Psychiatrist-Daddy thinks you benefit from hypnosis," he said.

Hellie looked at him. "Maybe I do."

Dill smirked. "No, baby. You don't need it." He put a hand on her chest, dried cum notwithstanding. "You're a whore by heart."

Hellie turned and leaned in to kiss Dill deeply. He sucked at her lips, pushed his tongue forcefully into her mouth.

"Is that what you like?" he murmured between kisses. "Being seen for the cunt you are?"

"Mmm yes sir."

"Being recognized as...a little fuckdoll to play with?" He grabbed Hellie's sore ass, making her squeak.

"Yes sir," she whimpered.

"Let's get you in the bath," Dill said. "And then we can get you ready for your visit."

Dill drew Hellie a warm bath with epsom salts and bubbles. She rested there for some time before she let Dill gently wash her. His hands moved softly over her body with care. He took his time with each part of her and let Hellie relax in the water.

Dill never said much during these baths but his demeanor was much different. He kissed bruises he saw, he gingerly lifted her limbs and breasts, he even rubbed her feet. After baths, he'd apply ointment and bandaids to any sex scrapes, and rub her body with lotion. Hellie could almost see the part of him that, at one time, was a family man.

Now she sat on the edge of the tub in her towel as Dill pulled out a department store box.

"Do you remember your friend Gene?" he asked.

Hellie could remember the creepy old man who'd violated her in the backseat of Dill's cruiser, a few months ago now.

"Yes."

"We're taking you to go visit him. I know he's been waiting to see his slut for a long time." Dill carefully shook out a small piece of clothing that he pulled from the box. A dress.

Hellie winced. Still, she felt her pussy dampen at the thought.

Dill saw her face. "C'mon. It's a nice thing to do, bitch. Think of it as community service."

Hellie sighed. "Yes, sir."

"'Yes sir'," he mimicked. "That's the kind of attitude I like, bitch. Let's put you in this nice pink dress- it's very tight."

Hellie slid her body into the dress. It had a high neck, but it was tight and very short. Her nipples, along with every line of her body, were clearly visible in the fabric.

"Look at those tits." Officer Dill smacked one of Hellie's breasts in the dress.

"Will they really let me in like this?" Hellie asked, fixing her hair and studying her body in the little dress.

"Sure they will bitch, I'm bringing you myself."

"In handcuffs?" Hellie asked, almost hopeful.

"No, bitch, not this time. You're going through visitor security like everyone else."

"Oh."

When they were ready, Hellie followed Officer Dill to his driveway and sat with him in the front of his cruiser.

"Are you going in with me when I visit him?" Hellie asked.

"No. Conjugal visits are private." Dill squeezed Hellie's bare thigh. "But fuckdolls are supposed to be shared."

Hellie gulped. "Yes, sir."

They rode to the correctional facility in near silence. Once they arrived, Dill drove through a gate, waving to a security guard, and drove around to a tan side door that look like it was usually locked.

"Go knock on that door, baby," Dill said. "When you're done, I'll come pick you up."

Hellie blinked. "You're leaving?"

"I'm visiting some friends in the building. You go ahead." He leaned over and kissed Hellie. "Be a good bitch and let our friend Gene use you all up, okay baby?"

Hellie swallowed and nodded. She left the car. Dill watched as she went and knocked on the door.

Two guards opened it and quickly ushered her in.

"ID?" One of them asked.

Hellie shook her head. "I don't have any ID...Officer Dill dropped me off."

The guards exchanged glances.

"Um, I'm here to visit Gene?"

"Gene?"

Hellie bit her lip. "I don't know his last name."

"So you don't even know who you're here to visit," said one of the guards.

"Without ID we're going to have to search you. Do you consent to a search?" asked the other.

"What are you, the good cop?" Hellie asked.

"Ma'am. Do you consent. To a search?"

"Yes," said Hellie.

He nodded, then looked to the other guard. "Parker, you go ahead."

Parker was already putting on latex gloves. "Please take off your clothes, ma'am."

Hellie looked down at her dress. "All my clothes?"

"Yes ma'am, we have to do a full search of all visitors who don't have ID. The more compliant you are the sooner we'll be finished."

"Okay.." Hellie pulled the dress over her head, her bare breasts exposed. Under the dress, she wore a black g-string.

Parker didn't blink. "The under garments too, ma'am."

Hellie swallowed, feeling a warmth in her pussy and goosebumps on her ass as she pushed down the thong. Only her shoes, a pair of very plain black heels, remained.

"Okay ma'am, I'm just going to ask that you bend over this table here," said Parker.

Hellie turned and bent over. She heard the sound of a tube being squeezed.

"Um," she began to say. "Oh!" She suddenly felt fingers sliding into her pussy. They slid in deep, and then wiggled. "Oh. Oooh."

"Hmm." The man felt the inside of her pussy thoroughly, feeling very deep, stroking her walls from every angle, and when he finally pulled his finger out Hellie was out of breath. "Budge, could you spread her ass for me?"

The other guard, apparently named Budge, came closer to stand next to Hellie.

"Step your feet apart, ma'am," he said. Hellie did. He reached down and spread her ass cheeks. "Looks like a tight one."

Parker squeezed more lube onto his gloves and slid a finger up Hellie's butt.

"Ooh!" Hellie grunted.

"I apologize for any discomfort, ma'am. This will only take a minute." He slid a second finger in and Hellie gasped. "Just trying to get all the way up there, for our search."

"Hnnhh," Hellie groaned.

Budge spoke. "I'll rub it when he's done so that it's less sore baby, how about that?"

Hellie felt Budge slide his bare finger into her pussy as Parker fingered her ass. "Oh fuuuuck." She shuddered.

"Dill gave us very clear instructions. He's brought us bitches before."

"Yes he encouraged a very thorough search," said Parker.

"Okay," Hellie murmured, trying to resist the urge to fuck her ass or pussy back onto their fingers.

"You feel anything in her ass?" Budge asked, wiggling his fingers inside Hellie's pussy.

"I'm coming up with nothing. No drugs, no weapons. What about her cunt?" Parker's voice was serious.

"Nada, we're empty."

They both slid their fingers out.

"Okay," said Budge. "Take your heels off, let's take you to see your buddy Gene."

Hellie took her heels off, reached for the dress.

"No no," said Parker. "We'll get that back to you when you leave, ma'am."

They took Hellie by the arms and walked her, naked, down a narrow hallway. As they approached a door at the very end, a woman emerged and walked past them. She was a short, curvy officer with perfect eyeliner, her thick black hair in a tight no-nonsense bun. She smirked at Hellie, looked with pointed condescension at her body before continuing on without a word.

"Who was that?" Hellie asked as the guards ushered her through the door.

"That's Officer Katie," said Budge. "It's also none of your fucking business." He slapped Hellie's ass and she yelped.

They'd take her into a private but large room, and took her into a fenced-in section with two picnic tables inside of it. Budge got behind her, so close that Hellie could feel his hard on against her ass, and pressed her body toward one of the tables.

"Have a seat, ma'am," he said. "We'll be right back here with Gene."

Indeed, Hellie waited probably less than a minute after the guards exited through another door before they'd re-entered with Gene, his hands cuffed behind him. They ushered Gene into the fenced area, where they removed his handcuffs.

"Come here, slut," said Parker. Quickly, he put Gene's handcuffs onto Hellie.

"Hey-" Hellie began.

Parker sat her, naked, on Gene's lap.

Gene's hard dick immediately hit Hellie's ass through his jumpsuit. "My slut!" He spoke excitedly, still with his strange accent or speech affect. "My good, naked slut came to visit me!" Gene pushed away sections of Hellie's long, wavy hair and smelled them. He buried his face in the corner of her neck and shoulder and breathed in deeply. He licked her neck, then her face. "My naked slut that's all for me," he said happily.

Hellie was panting fearfully but still could feel the desire in her cunt, in the hardening of her nipples, even in her mouth watering.

"My good slut, my good holes." Gene put one hand on her throat to choke her and Hellie's pussy gushed even as she struggled to breathe. His other hand rubbed her pussy. He smiled, finding her juicy. "Good wet holes for me. My own naked slut." His hand moved from her throat to grope her tits. "Nice big titties." He took his cock out and began to stroke it, fully hardening himself. He grabbed Hellie's hips and ass and with minimal adjustment, pulled her pussy onto his raw cock.

"Oh fuck," Hellie gasped as he pressed his cock into her. "Oh fuck!"

"Tight wet holes for me," Gene murmured as he rocked his hips, pushing his cock up into her pussy. "Nice tight wet holes where I can cum. Been waiting for my holes. Been waiting to cum."

"Sounds like our man has a lot of cum to dump in your dumb slutholes, bitch," said Budge.

"Oh god," Hellie moaned.

"My slutholes," Gene said. "My dumb bitch."

"Look how those big slut titties bounce while he fucks you."

"Think those tits need to be covered in some fucking jizz," said Parker.

"That face too. A dumb slut should be covered in cum."

"Fuuuuck." Hellie shuddered as Gene's cock pushed again and again into her wet pussy, her nipples hard, her pussy squeezing inside with every word from the guards, from Gene.

"Been saving all my cum for my good, wet holes."

"If you're lucky, Gene might get you knocked up today, bitch," said Parker.

One of Gene's hands slid up from her hip and slid into Hellie's mouth. Hellie whimpered as his fingers slid over her tongue.

"All my good wet holes," Gene groaned. Without warning he pushed Hellie away, turned her and pushed her down, forcing his cock into her mouth. "Mouth hole." He fucked her mouth, and the guards laughed as Hellie gagged and coughed, then made appreciative noises as Gene pushed her head down to put his dick in her throat and held it there.

"That's right Gene, use that bitch."

"She doesn't need to breathe, does she Gene? She's a set of holes."

Gene groaned and shuddered, pressing his dick even further as Hellie began to struggle. "My dumb bitch, my wet holes."

"Hey, you're already in prison, Gene," said Budge. "Suffocate that bitch."

Hellie moaned in spite of herself. Gene grunted and came in Hellie's throat, Hellie choked, struggling and managing to suck in bits of air as he came and came in her throat, on her tongue, on her lips, and back into her mouth. Hellie coughed and swallowed, and swallowed again. There was so much cum, filling her mouth, dripping down her chin, and as soon as she swallowed, there was more. Finally, Gene finished, pushing his cock back down her throat and then pulling her head away. Hellie gasped and gasped for air, breathing deeply. Gene held her, filled his hands with her breasts.