I want to apologize, and also thank you guys for following me and Hellie. Last winter, I changed my form of birth control out of necessity, and it completely killed my sex drive. With my sex drive went my drive to spend time with Hellie.
The good news is, nature is healing.
I am going to do my best to return to a monthly schedule, and am also going to work on editing my stories so that the chapters that already exist are in order.
Consider this to be a standalone story, coming sometime vaguely after Hellie's counseling session.
As always, there is a content warning here for some heavy rape fantasy stuff. Please proceed with caution, and know that Hellie lives in a world that is pure fantasy. Most of what happens in this story is NOT okay for the real world!
But that's why you like it, isn't it?
***
Hellie woke up, alone and naked in the dark. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a lamp next to her and turned it on. She was in a motel bed-- a cheap one at that. The sheets were papery on her bare skin. She felt both annoyed and slightly aroused as she sat up and they brushed her nipples.
She looked around, trying to remember where she was. Trying to remember how she'd gotten here.
Outside, it was dark. A clock next to the bed told her it was 3am.
The door to the room opened.
A somewhat portly man with thick, tidy black hair and a hefty beard walked in. He was carrying a paper grocery bag. He wore a sweater and khakis. He looked like some sort of professor.
"You're awake," he said cheerfully. "Hope you don't mind that I took your clothes off. Couldn't resist. Those tits are huge! And that tight little pussy..." The man made a chef's kiss gesture. "You were slurring your words a bit, but you were quite insistent that I cum inside you."
Hellie felt her pussy tighten in arousal, and with the tightening, she felt a soreness. She reached down to touch her pussy lips. Her fingers returned glazed with cum.
"Okay," she said, her mind humming. The man had a slight accent. Irish? British? She couldn't tell just yet. "So we had sex," she said slowly.
The man blinked in alarm. "Are you joking with me?"
"Oh, uh," Hellie said. "No, I mean yeah! Heh, of course we had sex. Just being silly."
He put a hand on his heart. "Thank the lord, you scared me a bit. Would never want to take a woman against her will. To be quite honest with you, this is the first time I've done something like this."
Hellie half-smiled. "What do you mean by that?"
The man blushed. "Well, I mean...I'm divorced now, but I was married for 15 years. Done a bit of online dating but nothing like what happened at the bar." He smiled sheepishly.
"Did you like what happened at the bar?" Hellie said, giving him a seductive smile.
"Oh, yes," he said. He set the grocery bag down on a dresser.
Hellie settled back down into the bed. She pushed the covers down, showing this strange man her naked body. She parted her legs, just a little, and began to rub her clit.
"Tell me about it," she said softly. "Tell me exactly what we did..in the bar."
The man swallowed. He came closer to the bed, began to rub himself over his pants.
"You knelt down," he said. "And you opened your mouth for me."
He moved toward her, taking out his cock. Hellie remained on the bed, watching as he stroked a surprisingly fat dick. She licked her lips at the sight, then stared back up at his face.
And then, Hellie remembered.
***
It had all started with Dr. Hendricks.
Hellie had been having an off-day that became a strange week, and then it turned into a strange month. She had no energy. She skipped classes, asked for extensions on papers. She called out of work repeatedly, finally telling Nicolai that she needed a leave of absence for a medical procedure.
"I understand," he said after a pause. He'd lowered his voice on the phone. "I can only assume that it happened while you were working...I'd appreciate if you took care of this quickly and quietly, Hellie. Certainly this will be paid leave, and I can pay for the procedure if it's needed."
"It's 600 dollars," Hellie whispered without hesitation. There was no procedure, no 600 dollar fee, but Hellie knew an opportunity when she saw one.
"Done," he said. "I'll mail you the check. You take the time you need and let me know when you're ready to come back." He cleared his throat. "But when you come back, I do expect you to fulfill the same responsibilities."
"I understand, sir," Hellie said softly. "Thank you."
"I'll tell the staff you have mono."
Hellie went back to bed, where she stayed for nearly a week. When Bryant checked up on her, she called to him that she had the flu. When she did emerge, she stayed in a robe, her hair messy and her face tired, so he believed her. He brought her soup and even rubbed her feet, but he didn't offer sex and Hellie didn't want it.
In fact, Hellie didn't want it from anyone. Not even her own hand, though she tried touching herself. She tried toys, she watched porn, she read erotica. But there was nothing. It was like her pussy had somehow gone into a coma.
Once the fourth week of this hit, Hellie knew she had to do something.
She called her counselor, Dr. Hendricks. He asked her many questions about any recent changes in her life and habits. Then, he summoned her to his office that night.
"Sweetheart," he said. "Tell me what you're going through."
"Dr. Hendricks--"
"Excuse me?"
Hellie sighed. "I can't. I can't call you Daddy. It's too weird right now." She gestured down to her pussy, hidden now beneath thick blue sweatpants. "It's like...I don't want anything? I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to do anything, and I..." Hellie's eyes began to tear. "I don't want sex."
"Oh Helena. Come here." He opened his arms and Hellie leaned into them, crying. "You know," he said softly, "this sounds like depression."
Hellie shook her head. "Usually when I'm depressed, I masturbate."
"There are different types of depression," he said. "And a chemical imbalance may affect you differently than, say, when you're in a sad mood for an evening."
Hellie looked up at him helplessly. "Can you put me on an antidepressant?"
Dr. Hendricks nodded. "Of course." He touched two fingers to his mouth. "We can get you started on a low dose and see how that works after several weeks."
Hellie swallowed and nodded.
"And there is something else I would like to try, Hellie. It's new," he said. "And it's fast."
Hellie smiled sadly. "Like I used to be."
Dr. Hendricks smiled. "That's right, sweetpea. But," he said. "I must caution you. It's not fully developed nor approved by any entity. It's purely experimental, and the results have been...in some cases, extreme. But it just might return you to your old self."
Hellie nodded. "I'll do it."
At Dr. Hendricks urging, Hellie took all of her clothes off. The drug, he explained, was delivered via three doses of an injection.
He bent Hellie naked over his lap, and stuck the injection in her ass cheek. Then, they waited.
