Mel meets the motel owners

Please pay attention to the tags. If you’re squicked by hardcore shit, please don’t read it and give it negative ratings. As I’ve developed Mel’s character, I’ve decided to move this to the Dark Fantasy genre, and take the story in a much darker direction.

Chapter 3 Mel meets the motel owners

Mel had been working the truck stop for about a month and a half. During that time she had accumulated tens of thousand dollars from working the truckers, twenty dollars at a time. At the end of each day, she would put most of the cash into an envelope and mail it to herself at a PO box that she had set up on the far side of town, using the PO box as a safe deposit box for her earnings. She would keep just enough cash on hand each day for food, drink, and to pay for her room.

She found that she rarely needed more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep each day, and only ate when she wanted a break from sucking cocks. She avoided the drugs that most of the other hookers working the area indulged in, she had no interest in them. During that time her already slim body became even more trim. Although she had hardly any body fat, she had too much muscle stretched across her frame to be considered anorexic. She kept her hair cropped short in a marine Q-tip cut, her tits were bare A-cups, her belly flat, with prominent hips, her shaved cunt mound was prominent below her flat belly, with dark fleshy lips.

Every day or two she would drop by the motel office to pay for her room by giving Bill, the clerk, a blow job and about half the cash that she was supposed to be paying for the room. It was a good arrangement, but it was too good to last.

Mel was walking back to the motel after spending the previous 16 hours giving blow jobs. It was early evening, but with the combined cum from close to 30 truckers in her belly, she wasn’t hungry. Opening the door to her room, she never saw the person behind the door who pushed the stun gun into her neck and pulled the trigger. Mel dropped to the floor, involuntarily curling up. Her position didn’t protect her from receiving a kick in the belly. A wave of nausea swept over her, her whole body heaving, she vomited cum into her mouth. Ropes of coagulated ejaculate from her belly filled her nose, the stomach acid burning her sinuses. With another shot from the stun gun to the base of her neck, Mel sank into unconsciousness, the last thing she remembered was thinking “this is going to end badly for someone”.

Mel didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. From the sunlight filtering in through the glass block window, she guessed that it was early afternoon, that would mean close to 20 hours from the previous evening. She was naked, face down in the bathtub, her body contorted painfully in the cramped space. Her chest burned with pain, her whole body ached. Rolling onto her back, she tried sitting up. Her first attempt was unsuccessful, with a wave of vertigo she dropped her head back onto the edge of the tub, and lay there listening until her head stopped spinning. She could hear muffled voices from the other room through the closed door.

Her second attempt to sit up was successful. She sat on the edge of the tub, looking at herself in the vanity mirror. Her body was covered in dark purple bruises, which would explain why she ached with every move. What caught her eye though were her tits, which were covered in dried blood. Each of her nipples had a massive steel ring through them, about an inch in diameter. “OK, so that explains why my chest feels like it’s on fire” she thought to herself “but who’s responsible for this?”

Standing up, she walked over to the vanity to examine herself more closely in the mirror. Because of her body’s unique ability to heal itself, the deep welts covering her body were already fading, but it was clear that someone had beaten her with a what looked like a heavy cane while she was unconscious. The bruises ran across the front and back of her thighs, across her belly and tits and her upper arms. Straining to look at her back in the mirror, she could see a mass of healing welts across her back. Every move elicited new aches from her muscles. At some point in time, she had pissed herself, dried piss coated the inside of her thighs.

Reaching up to her nipples, she gently tugged on one of the rings. The tension broke the dried blood coating her nipple, fresh blood started leaking from the wound. Wiping it off with her finger, she licked the finger clean. The taste of her blood elicited a familiar wetness between her cunt lips. “Well fuck me, girl, you’re just incorrigible” she thought to herself. “There’s someone in the next room who almost beat you to death, and all you can think of is cumming. First things first though, I need to find out what’s going on.”

She heard an awkward laugh from the next room, and immediately recognized it as belonging to Bill, the motel clerk she had been paying with blowjobs for the last 6 weeks. That clarified the situation for Mel. She could now make out Bill’s voice from the other room, he was trying to explain to someone that it wasn’t his fault that Mel had been staying at the motel almost rent-free for the whole time.