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.
Hellie could feel his hard-on beneath her. She wanted it. But her pussy...it was like the power was out.
"It's ok," said Dr. Hendricks, as though reading her mind. "I know I said it's fast, but it isn't instant." He rubbed her ass affectionately. "Go on home, get some sleep, and come back tomorrow night for the second injection."
He sent her off with a prescription in her hand and a bandaid on her butt.
Hellie slept heavily that night, better than she had in weeks. When she woke up, she reached down to rub her clit.
Nothing. It didn't feel bad. But it didn't feel necessary. It didn't feel needed. Hellie wasn't hungry.
She pushed herself to return to her class, and visited Dr. Hendricks' office for a second injection.
Dr. Hendricks squeezed Hellie's naked ass. "Anything, baby girl?"
Hellie sighed miserably. "Nothing."
"That's ok. Go home, eat a good meal, and get lots of rest. I'll see you tomorrow night."
But the next night was the same.
Hellie put her clothes back on once the third injection was done.
"What do I do now?"
Dr. Hendricks smiled. "Now you live your life. Eat well, get lots of rest, and make it a point to leave the house even if it's just to go study or" he waved the idea out like an afterthought "go to a bar and have one drink. And then come back to see me in a week, and we'll reevaluate."
Hellie nodded. "Okay."
She gave the doctor a stiff, platonic hug, and went home.
The next day Hellie took a bus to a shopping outlet outside of town. She thought if she could get excited about shopping, maybe she could get excited about everything else.
She stared sadly at the racks of clothes, feeling nothing. She went to shoe store after shoe store, and wanted none of them. And then, Hellie went to her favorite place of all: the bookstore.
"Why would I spend 27.99 on this when I could check it out from the library?" she muttered as she read book jacket after book jacket. This whole day felt hopeless.
Finally, Hellie crossed the parking lot, heading for the bus stop. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the bar. It was an impersonal-looking place, tidy and generic and boring. It was exactly how Hellie felt.
She went inside. It was still the early evening, and there were only two people at the bar.
"Can I get a martini please?" Hellie asked. She figured she may as well go for a mature drink now that she'd grown out of being fun.
"Sure thing," the bartender said. "Gin or vodka?"
"She'll have the best vodka you've got, and it's on me."
That was when Hellie had first seen the semi-British professor, the man who later would enter her motel room...and enter her. He'd slid over a seat to be next to Hellie, and held out his hand.
"Carver," he said.
"Hellie," she said, shaking his hand. She thought she felt a tiny buzz in her breasts as his large, warm hand held hers.
Now I probably have a heart murmur or something, she thought.
"Now there's a name you don't hear every day," Carver said, and he looked at her expectantly.
