BECOMING HOLLI WOULD (6) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

BECOMING HOLLI WOULD

Part 5

Then something happened that neither Casandra nor Holli expected. Suddenly, Mickel grabbed her hair tightly.

“When my men told me you were back, I couldn’t believe it,” he began, his face reddening with rage. “Why would a whore like you come back after all these years?”

“Have you lost your mind?” Holli complained, shaking her hips, trying to get Mickel to focus on continuing to fuck her. “Are you ruining my fuck?”

“Who are you trying to fool, bitch? Who do you think owns that motel?” he said, grabbing her by the throat “And on top of that, you bought drugs from my dealers… Oh, Casandra… or Holli, or whatever you want me to call you now. You’ve been drawing a lot of attention in a town where everyone still remembers you.”

"You’re lucky my curiosity got the better of me when I found out what you’d become… Otherwise, you’d already be dead in a ditch, and the police would say it was a drug-related settling of scores. But now… now, when I’m done with you, you’ll go back to my guys, and then… to the basement of one of my clubs…"

Holli struggled to free herself from Mickel’s tight grip. As she listened to the depraved things he was going to do to her. She was screwed! She knew it. She’d been caught, and there was no one she could call for help.

But what was worse, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, even as Mickel kept thrusting his hips against her. And she could hear his sadistic laughter. He thrust into her pussy over and over again.

But suddenly, amid gasps, coughs, a choked-off whistle, and Mickel’s laughter, he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes rolled back, and his body slumped to the floor, convulsing.

“Fuck YOU!” Holli said between coughs, staring at Mickel, who lay unconscious on the floor with a dart in his throat.

She stomped her heel down on his genitals and then vented her anger by stomping a few more times until she heard a voice that made her stop.

“STOP RIGHT NOW!” ordered the Deputy Inspector from one of the dark corners filled with old junk. “We need him unharmed, or his lawyer will get him off scot-free.”

Holli growled with rage… but she held back, for Casandra’s sake. She took a few steps and threw her arms around the Deputy Inspector.

“Was it foreseeable that he wouldn’t take the bait?” asked what little remained of Casandra in Holli, feeling tears burning on her cheeks.

“No,” he replied, hugging her tightly. “And that’s why I risked the mission for you. I’ve been in love with Casandra since fourth grade, and I didn’t want… I couldn’t lose you too. I’d rather let him get away with it again than have something worse happen to you.”

The End?

PART 5