Hellies Holes Pt 02

"Officer Dill isn't in the office today ma'am, this is Officer Hamilton. Is there something I can help you with?"

Hellie paused. "Officer...Ham?"

Hamilton's voice lowered. "Is this who I think it is?"

"Yes Officer. It's very...it's very important that I speak with Officer Dill, sir."

Ham sighed. "Hold your pretty ass on."

Hellie waited, looking around the theatre parking lot for a moment. Then his voice came on the line.

"Dill."

"Officer Dill? Um, could you pick me up? I need a ride."

"They call me at home for this, bitch. You want a ride from me on my night off?"

Hellie put on a pathetic, singsong voice. "I need your help, Officer."

Dill sighed through his teeth. "Tell me where you are."

It wasn't long before Dill pulled up to the theatre, this time in a regular car.

Hellie opened the door.

Dill gave a low whistle. "Wow bitch, you look like a whore."

Hellie smiled. "Thank you Officer, you look like an off-duty cop who works part-time in a superstore."

Dill smirked. He was wearing a black polo shirt and khaki pants.

Hellie got into the car.

"Why'd you call me?" Dill asked.

Hellie sighed. "I think I..need to talk?"

Dill squinted at her, his mouth turning downward in confusion. Then he turned back to the road. "All right, let's go to my place."

Hellie blinked in surprise as they pulled out of the lot.

"So what is it?" He asked. "Date gone wrong?"

"No, no I wasn't on a date," Hellie said. "But I did get fingered in the movie theatre."

Dill grinned to himself. "I bet you did, fuckmeat."

Hellie swallowed and tried to keep her body calm.

"By a stranger?" he asked.

Hellie shook her head, and as they drove, she explained about Scott, about work, and about how the night had gone.

Once they got to Dill's house, he sat her down on his couch, sitting directly across from her in his favorite chair. He made them drinks and listened to her intently.

"Sounds like he's courting your cunt." Dill passed Hellie a drink, dark liquor with one ice cube.

"Courting my..." Hellie squinted into the glass. "Is this...a dinosaur-shaped ice cube?"

Dill rolled his eyes, sipping his drink. "I told you, I have a kid."

"Whatever." Hellie smiled and sipped. "It's okay if you just like dinosaurs."

Dill reached forward and dully slapped her face with his heavy hand.

Hellie giggled and bit her lip, staring at him.

Dill held her chin and met her gaze. "You know what I think, bitch? I think this guy got you all wet and riled up, and then he left you hanging. And then you called me, because you wanna be pounded til you can't stand up."

Hellie swallowed but didn't look away from him. He wouldn't let her.

"I think you can't get through the day without getting used for cum like a little cock sock."

Hellie's large breasts rose and fell as she took a deep breath.

"You want to come over and sit on my couch like we're buddies? You want to tell me your troubles like I'm your counselor?" Dill leaned forward. "You want to climb up on my lap like I'm Daddy so I can feel how wet that pussy is?" He came closer. "You want me to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear that you're my dirty girl?"

Dill let go of her face, leaned back and poured himself another drink.

"That's not why you came here," he said. "That's not the kind of fuck you want tonight, is it bitch?"

Hellie shrugged. "I...just needed to talk."

Dill smirked. "See, I don't think you did. I happen to know you've been seeing my pal the good doctor Hendrickson for therapy."

Hellie blinked.

"That's right, slut. In fact, he's been in touch with me about a conjugal visit."

"A conjugal visit...?" Hellie felt her pussy stir.

Dill nodded, sipping his drink. "But that's none of your business just yet."

"He violated HIPAA," Hellie said weakly.

"I'm willing to bet he violated more than that, didn't he bitch?"

Hellie swallowed again, her mouth watering.

"And tonight, I think some guy was sweet to you and you liked it, but now your pussy, that pathetic little fuckhole--" he raised his shoed foot and nudged her in the crotch with it "-- is burning for more. And you think you can just call me up and I'll give you what you want. Is that it, bitch?"

Hellie looked down. "I don't know."

Dill sighed. He set down his glass and fixed his eyes on her again.

Hellie looked back up at him.

Dill stood. He pulled Hellie up by her arms, let her glass fall solidly onto the living room carpet. He turned her around, away from him, and locked her arms behind her back with one of his own. He reached around and forcefully unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them down beneath her ass. He reached down and poked a finger deftly up inside her cunt.

"Ah!" Hellie yelped.

He slid his finger out, reached up and wiped Hellie's pussy juice across her own face.

"Yeah, I thought so you fucking bitch. You're so fucking wet. Aren't you?"

"Yes," Hellie whispered.

"You know what I think you need?"

"What?"

"You need a ride. A rape ride."

Hellie began to pant. "What?" she said again.

Dill slipped two fingers into her mouth and she moaned and sucked. "Don't you remember the day we met, bitch? I took you in my car and I let every guy around jerk off with your fucking cunt."

"Oh fuck," Hellie murmured, rolling her hips, pressing her ass back against him.

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know."

Dill snickered. He nudged her behind her knees, forced her down to the floor and onto her stomach. He knelt with his knees on either side of her thighs, pulled her shorts lower, spread the cheeks of her ass and spit on her asshole. He undid his pants.

Hellie whined, fisting the fibers of the carpet in her hands as Dill's thick cockhead pressed against her asshole.

Then he slid it down, and pushed it into her pussy.

"Oh God!" Hellie yelled as he pressed right into her, letting his cockhead anchor itself against her cervix.

"Don't move, bitch. Don't you fucking move." Dill moved his hips just slightly, fucking his cock against her cervix, keeping her pussy full.

"It hurts! It hurts but...fuck!" Hellie cried. "Fuck! Please, please!"

"Shut the fuck up you fucking hole." Dill grabbed Hellie by the hair at the back of her head, his fingers knotted in close to her scalp. Holding her by the hair, he began to fuck her, sliding his dick nearly all the way back out of her pussy and then back fully into her.

Hellie whined, squirming and moaning as he fucked her pussy deep and steady. Then, without warning, he sped up, pulled out, and grunted as he jerked his cum all over her naked ass.

Hellie panted beneath him, confused and horny. He'd barely fucked her. She hadn't cum. He hadn't even cum inside her.

"Don't you move bitch, don't you move," he murmured. He pulled her shorts all the way off, pushed her thighs apart.

His fingers teased at her pussy lips, pushing just inside her entrance and then back out again. He palmed her pussy, squeezed it, pinched the inner lips of her cunt and then pulled on them, making her whimper.

"What should we put inside you, bitch?" he mused. "Oh, I know just the thing." Officer Dill stood. "Stay right there bitch, don't you move."

Hellie whined again, wet and needy and desperate to cum, desperate to feel him inside her again.

Dill left the room and returned quickly. He crouched down over her.

"Open your mouth," he said softly.

Hellie did. She felt cloth slip between her lips.

"Don't worry bitch, it's a clean bandana. Bite it for me."

Hellie did, and Dill tied it behind her head. He reached down to finger her again, and Hellie moaned urgently, trying to fuck his fingers.

"Fease!" Hellie begged with the gag in her mouth.

Dill chuckled, wiggling his fingers inside her. Hellie pushed her cum-coated ass back on his fingers, whimpering.

"That's my little bitch, take whatever you can get in your holes." With his other hand, Dill slid his middle finger deep up Hellie's butt. She screeched around the gag. He held his finger there as he fingered her pussy.

"Your ass looks so good, bitch. Nice round ass, all covered in cum." He wiggled the finger that was in her asshole, and Hellie whimpered. "I know bitch, I know."

Slowly, he slid his fingers out of Hellie's holes, leaving them hungry and open.

Hellie heard paper ripping, plastic rustling, cardboard shuffling.

"Believe it or not, fuckmeat, I bought these just for you."

Hellie gasped as she felt something heavy, hard and smooth slide into her pussy. She squeezed automatically around the dildo.

"That's real good baby," he whispered.

She heard a liquid-noise as Dill poured lube onto a thick buttplug, and then he stuck it into her asshole with a pop.

Hellie squealed, feeling her holes full and stretched.

Dill hit a switch on the bottom of the dildo, and it began to vibrate inside her.

"MMmmmmmhhhhuuuuuhh!" Hellie cried out, her body jerking. "Hannnhhhh!"

Dill gathered Hellie's arms behind her back again and tied them together with a soft rope. He rolled her over on top of her arms, and pulled the front of her tank top down to expose her full breasts. Her nipples, hard and coppery pink, stood at attention, and he pinched one just to hear Hellie squeal.

"Maybe one of these days we'll put some clips on these. What do you think, bitch?" He slapped one of her tits hard and then the other, making Hellie moan. "Or maybe pierce them." He pulled both of her nipples hard, eliciting a high-pitched noise from Hellie. "You're right, I wasn't going to listen to your opinion anyway." Nipples in hand, he jiggled her breasts and smiled to himself. "So what do you say, fuckdoll? Ready for a car ride?"

Hellie looked up at him, her eyebrows knitted together in fear and desperation, her wet pussy leaking down her thighs and ass crack. "Hnhhhghh?!"

Dill smiled. "That sounds like a yes to me."

He picked Hellie up into his arms like a bride. The only clothing she wore now were her sandals and the tank top around her ribs, under her bare tits. Dried cum coated her ass cheeks, and the shiny pink of the butt plugged peeked out from between them. Hellie's pussy squeezed desperately around the vibrating dildo inside her. Carefully, Dill carried her into his garage, opened the back door of his car, and sat her down, sure to keep the toys in her holes. He belted her in, careful to position the seatbelt strap between her tits.

"Hmm?" Hellie said through the gag. Immediately she started rocking her hips, humping the seat and fucking the dildo and buttplug inside her.

Dill shut the car door and walked around to get into the drivers seat.

The car started, the garage door opened, and Dill drove back out into the night.

"This is nice, isn't it bitch?" he said fondly. "Brings back memories of a few weeks ago and what not." He whistled happily to himself as he drove.

Hellie's tits bounced gently as the car moved, as her body moved back and forth. She was trying to keep track of where they were headed, but could hardly think of anything but her holes, her tender breasts, her hard nipples.

"The question now is, where are we going to find some guys to use that pussy?" he murmured. "Any ideas, bitch?"

Hellie, who was unintentionally edging herself on the dildo, whimpered.

"Hnnnhhhh," she protested.

"Ah look, a speed bump!"

Hellie's breasts bounced almost painfully as the car rumbled over the bump. Hellie shrieked as the dildo and plug went deeper up her holes. She moved her ass frantically, rolled her hips, fucking the objects that were stuffed inside her. Her mouth watered on the gag.

"Uh oh! Another one!" Dill shouted in fake surprise.

The car moved clunkily over the bump and Hellie whimpered again, suddenly realizing that she was cumming. Juice from her pussy gushed around the dildo and leaked onto the leather seat of the car.

"Hnnnnhhhhh!!!! Aaannnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" she shrieked.

Dill watched Hellie writhe and yelp in the rearview mirror, grinning.

"That's my fuckdoll," he said.

Hellie waited for relief, but the dildo just kept vibrating. All that she felt was yearning for more.

"Fhhhhuckk," she groaned.

"Are you ready to take some real dick now, bitch?"

"Hmnnmmmh!" Hellie whined, trying to tell him she'd been ready to take some real dick from the beginning.

"Mm, look at those big fuckin tits bounce," Dill murmured. He pulled the car over and took out his phone. He took a picture of Hellie. "Something to jerk off to later," he explained. He looked at the photo. "Although...maybe we could post you online. What do you think, bitch?" Dill reached back to stroke Hellie's face. "Should we put you online and see who shows up to fuck you?"

Hellie looked at Officer Dill desperately. She could barely think. Her body was moving, rocking on the dildo and plug. Her tits felt full and tender. She wanted them touched. She wanted fondling. She wanted fucking.

"What if I put you in an Uber like this?" he asked her softly, caressing her face again. "What do you think the driver would do? Do you think he'd drive away? Or would he rape you, right here on the side of the road?"

Hellie stared into Dill's eyes desperately. She opened her legs to him, showing him her wet pussy, the dildo beginning to slide out.

"Is that what you want? Right here?" Dill gestured to the car. "Right here?" He pushed the bottom of the dildo, sliding it back up inside her, and Hellie whimpered.

"Fease," she said on the gag. "Feave." A tear ran down her face.

"Oh that's dirty," Dill said softly. "You know how much I love it when you cry."

Hellie began to tear up in earnest, shaking as her body hovered in a state of pre and post orgasm.

"What do you want bitch, what is it? You want me to rape you?"

Hellie nodded desperately.

Dill got out of the car. He opened the back door, pulling Hellie's legs until her ass was at the edge of the seat. Holding her legs up against his body, he pulled the dildo from her pussy and tossed it onto the seat above her head. She lay uncomfortably on her tied hands.

"This is what my baby likes," Dill murmured as he undid his pants. "Getting raped on the side of the road."

Hellie moaned, then screamed on the gag as Dill slid inside her. She sobbed with relief as he fucked her and felt herself begin to cum, shrieking in pleasure and frustration and pure need.

"That's it bitch, take what you deserve now," Dill muttered. "This is just to start the night off right."

Hellie screamed again as another orgasm tore through her body. She could feel his nutsack hit her ass and the plug inside her, could feel the barrier between her ass and pussy stroked as his cock fucked her and the plug filled her.

They went like that for longer than Hellie knew, Dill fucking her as she came again and again, as she shook and begged without words, as her body crushed her hands. She lost track of her orgasms, wasn't even sure if Dill ever came inside her.

"Now, bitch," Dill said as he touched his phone screen. "Let's get you...an Uber."

Minutes later, the Uber driver pulled up behind them as Dill waved. Dill made a gesture and the man got out of the car.

"Hey man," Dill said. "Think you could bring my girl to this bar?" He pulled Hellie, naked with her hands tied, out of the backseat.

"Whoa." The driver held his hands up. "Hey, I don't want trouble."

"No, it's cool man, it's a game."

"A game?"

"A sex game. Tell him it's a game, baby."

Hellie nodded and tried to smile on the gag. "Gnnnng," she said.

"She'll suck your cock if you bring her to the bar."

Hellie nodded.

Dill and the driver took Hellie by the arms and put her in the backseat.

"See you there, bitch," said Dill. He watched the car drive away, then got into his own and followed at a distance. The app showed him exactly where the car was headed, but he wanted to see what this driver would do.

In the Uber, Hellie and the driver were silent. She could see him looking at her again and again in the rearview mirror. He reached down and she realized he was rubbing his cock. She heard his fly unzip and realized he was taking it out, stroking it in his hand.

"Damn you're fucking hot," he said. "Those double d's?"

Hellie blinked and nodded, although her breasts were a bit bigger than that.

"Yeah I thought so, I can always tell." He looked at her in the mirror. "So you're into freaky shit?"

Hellie nodded.

The driver shook his head. "That's wild, that's really wild." He looked at her again. "You mind if we make a stop?"

Hellie shook her head.

"Thank you baby."

The driver pulled over into an alley between two dark buildings. He got out of the car, came around and opened Hellie's door.

"C'mere baby," he said.

He climbed on top of Hellie easily, opened her legs, and pushed his cock right into her pussy.

"Goddam," he groaned.

She shrieked on the gag as he fucked her hard, panting. He pushed her legs back toward her face, going deep inside her and making her scream.

"Yeah that's it baby," he murmured. "Take this fucking cock, take this fucking...cock!!!" He groaned as he came quickly in her pussy. "God that was fucking good, that was so fucking good." He continued fucking her. "Goddam," he muttered.

He spit on her face, pumping her pussy harder.

"Take it." He slapped her face, and Hellie moaned in pleasure. "Take it! Take....it!!!" He slapped her again, hard, as he came a second time in her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "Jesus fucking christ."

Officer Dill, watching and recording on his phone, chuckled to himself and went back to his car.

Soon, the Uber pulled up into the bar parking lot.

Dill pretended not to notice Hellie's messy hair, wet face, or the red handprint on her cheek. "Suck his dick now baby girl, we promised." He undid her gag.

Hellie got down on her knees and yelped as the driver grabbed her head. He fucked her face with abandon, making Hellie gag and cry as he rammed his cockhead into her throat. He held her head on his cock as he came straight into her throat.

"Thanks bitch." Dill and the driver nodded to each other as Dill took Hellie back to his own car.

Dill moved his drivers seat back, sat Hellie on his lap and closed the door. He untied her hands and moved them in front of her. He rubbed her wrists as he spoke softly to her.

"I hope that makes you grateful slut. Your rapist could be someone like that, you know? Someone who fucks you with no orgasm in some fucking alley."

"Oh god," Hellie moaned, realizing that Dill had been watching.

"Someone who doesn't even do the work." He kissed the back of her neck, holding her throat in one hand. "Did you like getting raped bitch?"

Hellie nodded. "Yesssss," she moaned.

"Why?"

"I didn't know what he was going to do. Oh!" Hellie yelped as Dill began to rub her clit, pressing his bulge against her plugged ass. "I don't know what you're going to do," she moaned, letting her thighs part. "I was just a fuckdoll to him, I was just something with big tits for him to cum in."

"And you liked being raped full of cum by a stranger, didn't you baby?" He slid two fingers into Hellie's pussy and she groaned.

"Yes sir," she said, fucking his fingers. "Yes."

"Let's see what he does now," Dill said, nodding toward the parking lot.

They watched as the Uber driver went into the bar. It wasn't long before he came out with two other men, who approached Dill's car. They stood outside, watching Dill rub and finger Hellie's pussy, watching her tits bounce.

Finally one of them knocked on the window. "Hey man," he said. "We heard it's free blowjobs?"

Dill opened the car door. Hellie hopped out and pulled the tank top that had been around her waist over her head. Fully naked, she crouched down and one of the men hurriedly pulled out his cock.

Dill quickly pulled out his phone to record. None of the men noticed, though. Their eyes were on Hellie. Her face, her tits, the cock in her mouth.