It was almost three in the morning when Jessie's eyes started to drift asleep. She was supposed to have arrived at her destination 5 hours ago, but thanks to a series of accidents on the highway she was still 4 hours away and no longer even on the optimal route. She still had faith she could make it the rest of the way after clearing the first two accidents if she just took a little side cut, but the last accident on plan b put her even further off the main road and so far behind that now she was getting the realization that there was zero chance she would make it to her destination without falling asleep at the wheel. She pulled up her phone to look up hotel options, but nothing popped up. She wasn't surprised in the least bit, she was in the middle of nowhere, hours from the nearest city, just an empty dark highway and the constantly growing exhaustion. Just as the thought of pulling off on the side of the road for a nap started to sound reasonable, a flashing neon sign came into view.
"Roadview Motel. Rooms by the hour. Cable Included"
Jessie wasn't stupid, rooms by the hour told her exactly what kind of place this was. She figured the road was probably a better option but still pulled into the parking lot just to get a closer look. As she pulled in she heard a loud pop and the back of her car began to grind on the gravel parking lot. Jessie screamed out in frustration as her situation continued to worsen by the second. She pulled up into a spot by the front office and got out to inspect. The rear passenger tire was torn to shreds, with no sign of what could have caused it. She had a jack and a spare tire but zero idea on how to use either. At 34 years old she had been lucky enough until now to never have had to deal with this, and even if she could figure it out she was just entirely too exhausted to figure it out now.
She walked into the front office and was not surprised at what she found. It looked like it hadn't been updated since colored television was invented, it smelled of dust and mildew, the dim lights had a slight flicker, and in the corner was a box television playing a news show with some nice static. Jessie thought to herself that the cable must not cover the front office. The front desk was mostly bare, just some half-dead plants and an old school bell, an open door was behind it with the sounds of what Jessie thought was a horror movie playing. She went up to ring it when a man appeared at the door. Jessie was surprised, not to see a person actually being in this seemingly abandoned motel, but that he wasn't some ancient crypt creeper straight out of a cheesy slasher flick, the man was tall and muscular, with a head full of thick dark hair that matched his rugged but trimmed beard. Tattoos ran down from his lower neck through his arms, Jessie thought he looked like he should be working as a model rather than the overnight shift at a decrepit roadside motel. His voice was deep but sensual as he broke the silence.
"You'll have to pardon me, but you are just absolutely stunning."
Jessie blushed, perhaps unconsciously she raised her chest up a bit, displaying more of her large chest that her dress did little to hide in the first place. Even in her exhaustion and miserable string of events, a compliment still felt nice.
"Thank you, I am a little lost, and I blew a tire out pulling into the parking lot."
"Well, that's not good. I know a guy who can come replace the tire and get you back up and running, but he won't be awake for at least 4 or 5 hours. If you want you can use one of our rooms free of charge, I know it's not the Four Seasons, I just bought this place last month and am currently renovating. I've been clearing out the riff-raff for the past month and now can finally start sprucing it up."
Under any other circumstance, Jessie would have never agreed to spend a minute in this place. But it was late, she was exhausted, and the man was being very generous. At least she wouldn't have to pay to sleep here, and she could be back and running in the morning, she would be able to take a little nap and then be back in action just a half day behind what she planned.
"That's very generous, and sounds great."
Jessie smiled and felt warm when he smiled back. She read literotica and "romance" novels, and she knew this was the beginning of the story that ended with them having some passionate and dirty sex, which after the day she had sounded pretty amazing right about now.
"Awesome, I'll help you with your bags and show you to your room."
The man grabbed her bags from her trunk, reassured her that his guy could get the car up and running with no problem, and then they took a walk down to the other end of the motel. There were only two other cars in the parking lot, one she assumed was his, and the other was a beat-up-looking truck. As they passed the middle of the motel a door opened before a man walked out. He was older looking, with long straggly hair over an unkempt beard, his jeans and flannel shirt looked like they were older than the motel, he was tying up his belt buckle as he walked to the beat-up truck. Jessie shrugged it off as she figured some "riff-raff" was bound to still be about, but it was already late and she wouldn't be here for long. When they finally got to the end he opened the door for her and Jessie wasn't surprised at what was inside. It wasn't what she imagined in her worst nightmares, but it still left a lot to be desired to put it kindly. The room was wreaked of dust and looked like it hadn't been touched in years. The renovations must be stalling a bit she joked to herself, that was the last thing she did before she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head.
Jessie collapsed to the ground from the strike, feeling disoriented as she felt two large hands wrap what felt like a leather band with small metal bits around her neck. It fasted tight and she felt the hands fiddling at the back before she heard a click. She reached up to it with her hands and felt a leather collar with a lock in the back holding it in place.
"What the fuck are you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt the collar shoot an electric shock through her neck. The pain was worse than anything she had felt, the pain shot through her neck to her head and down her body.
"Please, please st...."
The shock came back, this time longer, she rolled around the filthy carpet in pain, praying for it to end.
"You ready to shut the fuck up now you dumb whore?"
Jessie was a quick learner, she didn't speak, she didn't make a sound, she just whimpered on the ground like a wounded animal. He wrapped his large hands into the base of her hair and yanked her back up onto her feet. She struggled but it was no use, he was too strong, he reached into her dress effortlessly and pulled out her tits, they bounced and swung as they were released from her dress, and he began to molest them violently. Jessie was terrified of having the shock collar turned back on, but needed to give it one last chance before letting this nightmare unfold.
"Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just please don't do this."
He turned her around to face him. He looked down at her large exposed tits and smiled before looking straight into her eyes.
