Hellies Return 03 Hypnosis

(Warning for violent sex, drugging)

When Hellie woke up, the first thing she realized was that she was blindfolded. The second thing was that she was naked.

She couldn't quite remember what was going on. She knew she'd been in a session with Dr. Hendricks, and she could remember being naked and bent over the doctor's lap as he gave her an injection of the medicine he'd been giving her from time to time.

What had they been talking about? What had they decided?

The third thing Hellie realized was that she wasn't alone.

She heard footsteps approaching her, a man's appreciative grunt.

"Dr. Hendricks?" she asked.

There was no answer, and then she could feel a man's warm, slightly rough hands fondling and jiggling her bare breasts. There was a sinister chuckle as the fingers pinched her nipples and made her jump. Then the hands continued down her body, down her ass and to her pussy.

Hellie was completely naked, her hands tied above her head, and she couldn't see the man who was groping her. His hands came up to her tied wrists and stroked down her arms, her breasts, her belly. He did this over and over again in one exciting stroke, moving as though he were memorizing her body. Hellie felt her nipples harden as his hands passed over them again and again. She could hear him breathing deeply as he touched her. He came close, and she could feel that he was shirtless as his skin brushed her nipples. His hands reached behind her to stroke down the backs of her arms, her shoulder blades, her back, her ass. He groped her ass greedily, groaning to himself and eliciting little squeaks from Hellie as his fingers dug hungrily into her flesh. He pinched her inner thigh and made her yelp. And then she whimpered as he squeezed her pussy, pressing on her clit as he did so. He began to rub her clit and pussy lips, nudging her wet slit, tempting her to open for him.

"Ooh," Hellie breathed, unable to help herself.

"There she is," he whispered.

Hellie paused.

"Dill?" she whispered back.

"Does it matter?" said the man. He slid two fingers inside of her.

"Ohh," she whined.

"You whimper like a dog," the man whispered. "Is that because you're a little bitch?"

He pulled his fingers out and slapped the top of her pussy hard. Hellie's body jerked even as she gasped in pleasure.

He leaned in. "I may be someone you've never met or even seen." He licked her ear, and when she tried to jerk her head away he grabbed her chin. "You'll still take my dick and love it."

"Oh god," Hellie whispered.

She heard his zipper.

"Tell me where you want it," he said, and without warning a slap landed across her face, and as she caught her breath another one came.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, panting and gasping.

"I know where you want it you little bitch, but I want you to tell me."

"My pussy," Hellie moaned. "Please sir, please fuck me in my pussy."

"'Please fuck me in my pussy,'" he mimicked, and in that moment Hellie was certain it was Dill. "What a pathetic, desperate little whore."

And then he lifted Hellie's legs up around his waist, picking her body up and pushing his cock against her pussy lips gently until he slid right into her wetness.

"Oh god," Hellie moaned.

"Just another day for you, isn't it bitch?" Dill said as he pumped her pussy. "Another day, another dick up your fuckhole."

"Please," Hellie squeaked.

"I know you want to be bent over like a bitch but we're doing it this way today." There was a creak elsewhere in the room. "Isn't that right, Doctor?"

Hellie turned her head, though she couldn't see.

"Dr. Hendricks?"

"Daddy's here baby girl," said the doctor.

"Oh god," Hellie moaned. "Dr. Hendricks, is it Dill?"

Dr. Hendricks spoke. "Hellie, you had your medicine a little earlier as well as some alcohol, so you may not remember. Try now: Do you remember what we agreed to today?"

Hellie whined as Dill held her on his cock, pressing to stay deep inside and pumping her with only short strokes, quick and hard and deep inside her.

"Daddy-y-y," she moaned as she took Dill's cock. "Daddy I don't rememberr-rr-rr-rr!."

"We agreed that the best thing for my baby girl would be to take any hard, healthy adult cock that's offered to her."

"Oh god."

"Does that feel good baby?"

"Yes Daddy."

"You fucking whore," Dill murmured.

"Yes sir," Hellie whispered back to him.

"You like Daddy watching you get fucked, bitch?" he said against her ear.

Hellie moaned. "Yessss."

"No matter how many men, or whether or not you know them," Dr. Hendricks continued. "You're going to take cock from any man who wants to fuck you."

"Oh my god," Hellie gasped. "Daddy."

"Sweetheart, Daddy is very serious. You have to be very nice to these men and take good care of their dicks. Your pussy and all your holes should always be available to them."

"Yes Daddy," Hellie groaned as Dill moved steadily inside her.

"Make sure you always let these men fuck you."

"Yes Daddy."

"You know that Daddy wants you to take as much cock as you can."

"Oh god, yes daddy!"

"Do you know why, baby girl?"

"W-why Daddy?" Hellie felt herself nearing orgasm.

"Because that's what my baby girl wants," he said simply.

"Oh god Daddy," Hellie whimpered, burying her face in Dill's shoulder.

"Daddy's going to make things just right, Princess," said Dr. Hendricks. "Daddy's going to make sure his Beautiful Fuckdoll takes all the dick she's meant to take."

"Mmmm," Hellie moaned into Dill's bare skin.

"Even your Daddy knows you're a fuckdoll," Dill grunted.

"Yes sir," Hellie whispered.

"But does he know you're a rapedoll?"

Hellie moaned. "Yes."

"You sure? I think you better tell him." Dill was holding Hellie by her ass and thighs, and carefully one hand slid between her cheeks where his fingers could poke at her asshole.

"Fuck," Hellie yelped.

"Tell him," Dill said. "Tell Daddy what you are." He fucked her slower but harder, making her gasp for breath. "Tell him." A finger slid easily into her ass, just an inch or so, and Hellie cried out.

"I'm a rapedoll Daddy!" she cried. "I'm a rapedoll."

"Oh, my sweet girl," said Hendricks. "If that's what you want, then that's what you deserve."

"Oh my god, oh god!" Hellie shrieked as her orgasm flashed through her pussy and shook through her whole body, and then another, and another as Dill slid a second finger in her ass.

"Please!" she cried. "Please!"

"Let's use these holes," Dill muttered, grabbing Hellie tightly as she shook. "That's it, that's it bitch, be a little cumdoll. Fuck." He came in her pussy as another orgasm jolted through her body and she moaned at the feeling of his cum spurting up into her cunt.

"That's my tight cunt," he whispered in her ear. "That's my nice, tight cunt."

"Ooohh," Hellie whimpered.

He carefully lowered Hellie's legs, letting her step back onto the ground. He untied her wrists, then removed her blindfold. And there he was.

Hellie smiled. "It is you."

Dill slapped her face even as he smiled back. "What are you smiling about bitch?" He slapped one of her breasts. "What are you smiling about?"

Hellie giggled. She looked around and realized they were still in Dr. Hendricks' office. Her hands had been tied by a rope that was fastened to a heavy beam above her. Her feet had been resting on a rubber mat, either for grip or so that the floor wouldn't feel familiar.

She turned and smiled at Hendricks. "I liked that, Daddy."

"That's very good, baby girl." He came close and they kissed. "You did so well."

Behind Hellie, Dill had started lubing up his cock.

"I think I'd like to try that again, with someone you don't know," Hendricks said.

Dill's two lubed fingers slid back into Hellie's asshole, making her gasp and jump. "Oh!"

Daddy smiled as Hellie squirmed. "Remember what we agreed, baby girl."

"She wouldn't have a choice anyway," said Dill, pressing his fingers deep up her ass and wiggling them inside her.

"Oh god!" Hellie rolled her hips.

"My Princess loves it up the ass," Daddy whispered, stroking Hellie's face. "Isn't that right baby girl?"

"Mmmm yes Daddy," Hellie whispered.

Dill slowly brought his fingers out of her ass and, grabbing Hellie's hips, pressed his well-lubed dick into her tight asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Hellie cried. "Ahh!"

"Walk, bitch," said Dill. With his cock up her ass, he walked Hellie forward until they reached one of Hendricks' couches, and then Dill bent her over the arm of one. He fucked her ass and held her thighs, not letting her feet touch the floor. He pulled her close, stuffing his cock deep into her asshole.

"Oh god!" Hellie cried. "Daddy it hurts!"

"Do you like it baby girl?"

Hellie sobbed. "Yes Daddyyyy!"

"Then let him fuck your ass, okay Princess?"

"Oh my god," Hellie whimpered.

"That's right bitch," Dill grunted, "let me stretch this tight little asshole."

Hellie moaned and begged, her words turning into nonsense. Dill pounded her ass with abandon, going seemingly deeper than he ever had before, every stroke landing hard with an extra pulse forward.

Daddy watched as Hellie was fucked in the ass, murmuring encouraging words to her. He slowly came closer, until he was sitting on the couch in front of her.

"Open your mouth baby girl," he said.

Hellie moaned as Daddy pushed her head down onto his cock, filling her mouth. She lost herself as her ass and throat were fucked brutally, as she felt Dill's nutsack hit her clit and her pussy leaking his cum. The men freely enjoyed her holes. Dill held back nothing, and Daddy just barely let her breathe.

Maybe it was the medicine Dr. Hendricks had given her earlier, or the alcohol, or maybe it was just the overwhelming pleasure and pain, but Hellie passed out again in a strange, orgasmic haze.

She dreamed for some time of hands all around her, inside her, touching her naked body and violating it deliciously. She heard distant voices.

"-doesn't need any bullshit hypnotism. She loves getting fucked, that's the person she is!"

"Dill, she already lost her sex drive once, and she has entrusted me as both doctor and Daddy to make sure that never happens again."

"I never saw her lose her sex drive."

"I'm sorry, which one of us sees her every week?"

"You'd never have seen her if I hadn't called you."

"That isn't completely true, Dill."

"Fine. You're the fucking doctor."

*****

When Hellie woke up again, she lay on the couch, on her back. Her ass was sore and tender, inside and out. Her throat stung and the edges of her mouth felt raw. She touched her jaw, rubbed her wrists.

"Helena," said Daddy's voice, "look up."

Hellie looked up to see Hendricks' hand dangling what looked like a necklace above her.

"Now Hellie," he said. "I want you to keep your eyes on the pendulum. Can you do that?"

"Yes Daddy," Hellie whispered, her voice half gone from the throat-fucking.

"Keep watching. I want you to take some slow, deep breaths, and I'm going to count back from ten."

"Yes Daddy."

Hendricks counted backward, and Hellie's eyes stayed on the silver necklace. She thought it was so pretty, and it had some sort of design carved into it.

"3...2...1...ok. Hellie, you are now hypnotized."

"Hyp-notized?" Hellie asked lazily.

"That's right. Do you remember what Daddy told you earlier?"

"Mmm." Hellie smiled sleepily. "You said, 'Open your mouth baby girl.'"

Daddy chuckled. "That's true, baby. Do you remember what else Daddy told you, Princess?"

"Umm.."

"Do you remember what we agreed?"

"Agreed?...oh, yes..." Hellie paused, then said in a singsong voice, "'You're going to take cock from any man who wants to fuck you.' And 'you'..is me!"

"That's right baby girl, it's you. You're going to take any hard, healthy adult cock. No matter what."

"Any hard, healthy..." Hellie frowned. "So, not the soft ones?"

Daddy smiled. "If you want to, baby girl."

"What about pussy?"

"Of course, if you want it baby girl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart. And you're going to be a very good Fuckdoll Princess for all the people who want to fuck you. No matter where you are."

"Yes Daddy."

"No matter who is watching."

"Mmm. Yes Daddy."

"You will spread for them, bend over for them, sit on them, kneel for them. Undress for them. You will offer yourself when you are desired. Do you understand me, baby girl?"

"Oh yeah. Yes Daddy."

"If someone asks to see your pretty pussy, you will show them."

"Yes Daddy."

"If you are asked to suck cock, you will open your mouth immediately."

"Yes Daddy."

"In fact, cock will be like candy to you, like something so delicious that you can't resist. Your mouth will water. Your pussy will get wet. Your breasts will feel heavy and even bigger than they are, and you'll beg for them to be touched and squeezed."

"Yes Daddy." Hellie's hand crept down her body to rub her clit.

"Is your pussy wet right now, baby girl?"

"Yes Daddy."

"That's good. When you leave Daddy's office, you're going to find a stranger to fuck. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Any stranger who wants to fuck you, do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy." Hellie's tits jiggled as she rubbed her pussy.

"Now, when I say 'awake,' you'll come out of your hypnosis, ok Hellie?"

"Yes Daddy."

"You'll say goodbye, put your clothes back on, and leave. But you're NOT to go home until you fuck someone new."

"Yes Daddy."

"Very good. Helena, awake." Hendricks popped the pendulum up into his hand as Hellie blinked. He placed it in his pocket.

Hellie smiled up at him. "Daddy, you make me so wet." She moved her hands away from her pussy, and sat up carefully, blinking and clearing her throat. "But I better go."

"Okay sweetheart." Daddy took both of Hellie's hands. "You did very well today, baby girl." He kissed her gently, lovingly, giving her his tongue, caressing her face. "Go home and take a nice bath when you get there, okay?"

"Mmm, thank you Daddy. I will." Hellie found her clothes folded neatly on Hendricks' desk. The two said goodbye, and Hellie left.

******

Hellie walked down the street, beginning her route home. She realized that, though her body was sore, she was still very horny. More than usual, even.

Let me get home and take care of this, she thought, and she walked faster.

But as she walked, it seemed to get worse. She was hyper aware of the way her breasts bounced and jiggled in her black tank top as she moved. Her bra felt ridiculous, like it was holding her big, swollen breasts out on a shelf for anyone who wanted to grab them. Her nipples were hard.

It's not even cold, she thought to herself hopelessly.

Her jeans seemed to cling to her skin, the seam almost rubbing along her pussy.

She saw the bus stopping at the corner, and got on it in hopes that it would speed up her trip home. But as she got on and sat down, she realized that the bus's rattling and bumping along was only making her pussy wetter. She got off the bus only two stops later, and struggled to walk home.

She found herself looking around, as she walked past jogging moms, college couples, dog walkers, and old men whose eyes lingered on her tits but did not meet her eyes or stop to speak to her. She walked by the store where she'd once been "bred" by the shop owner, but it was closed.

As Hellie neared her house, she felt hesitant. She stopped, turned and walked down a nearby block instead.

She spotted an older man sitting in a lawn chair, next to a bed of flowers in a fenced-in yard. He looked old enough to be retired, but not so old that he couldn't handle himself physically. He gave her a friendly smile.

"Hi," said Hellie, smiling in return. She approached the fence, leaned down on it to let him see her generous cleavage spilling from her top.

"Well hello," said the man, his eyes almost robotically focused on her face.

Hellie looked at the flowers and almost felt the man's relief as he let his eyes settle onto her breasts.

"That's a beautiful garden," Hellie said. Her voice was hoarse and, she hoped, sexy. "It must be a lot of work."

She looked back at the man and he nodded, his eyes coming back up to her face. "It's my wife who plants them," he said. "I just water them when she tells me to."

"Oh," Hellie said. She stood, leaning away from the fence. "Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"Sure is." The man blinked. "She's not here right now though," he said quickly.

"Oh that's too bad," said Hellie. "I would've complimented her on her flowers. And her choice of husband." She grinned.

"W-would you like a closer look? At the flowers?" The man opened the gate and Hellie stepped in.

She crouched down to look at a rose bush, and the man stood next to her.

"These are lovely," she said. She glanced to her side, spotted the growing bulge in the man's pants. She looked up at him.

"Is there a backyard you want to show me?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Hellie was already unbuttoning her jeans as the man led her to the back. She got on her hands and knees in the dirt as the man pushed her pants down below her naked ass, past her chubby thighs to her knees.

"Just put it inside me," she pleaded.

"Fuck, I can't fucking believe this," said the man, but he did as she asked, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock.

Hellie pushed her ass back and slid her pussy onto him, making them both groan.

"W-who are you?" the man grunted as he began to fuck her.

"My name is Hellie."

"Hellie? Like Hell?"

"Sure, mister," Hellie muttered, pressing her ass back on him.

"That's sexy," he panted. "I'm Tom."

"Nice to meet you, Tom."

She wondered if any of Tom's neighbors could see them from their yards or windows. She found herself hoping they could.

It didn't take long. Hellie came quickly, quietly, tensing and shaking on Tom's cock.

"Do you want me to pull out?" he whispered, strained.

Hellie turned around and looked at him. "No Tom, I want you to finish wherever you want," she purred.

"Oh fuck," Tom groaned, and he came easily in her pussy.

Hellie left moments later, a damp spot forming in the crotch of her jeans. Tom told her to come back next week at the same time, if she wanted to.

Hellie wondered what exactly she had started.

"Hey." A delivery truck pulled up alongside her as she walked back toward her street. "Nice tits," called the driver, a younger guy in a uniform polo shirt.

Without thinking, Hellie brazenly pulled the top of her tank down to show the driver her breasts.

"Oh shit," he said, his jaw dropping. He pulled over. "You want to ride with me baby?"

Soon Hellie was in the truck, sucking the guy's dick like she was starving, gobbling and throating it and drooling on it, moaning and humming in pleasure. Her tits bounced, having been pulled out of her shirt.

"God, fuck, baby," the driver muttered, holding tight to her big breats. "Holy shit, fuck!" He came moments later in the back of her throat, and Hellie swallowed gratefully.

"Holy shit," the driver said again as Hellie got up, adjusted her top, and hopped out of the truck. "Thanks baby!" he called, and she blew him a kiss.

Moments later, Hellie finally got home.

"Hey you." Bryant, her landlord, was in the kitchen. "Been a while. You doing okay?"

Hellie closed her eyes and smiled, the day playing over in her mind. "Doing perfect."

She opened her eyes and looked at him innocently.

"Do you think you could help me take a bath?"