Haley was completely numb as she fumbled through her clothes in the drawers of the dresser. It wasnât that she couldnât decide what to wear, she just thought the longer she took, the more time Bill had to change his mind.
âCome on, we donât have all day,â Bill said, as he sat on the edge of the bed putting his shoes on. âBesides whatever you put on is coming right off when we get there,â he said with a little chuckle.
Haleyâs hand shook as she took a gray t-shirt and blue jeans out of the dresser. She went to get a pair of underwear and a bra, but Bill stopped her.
âNo need for those,â he said, as he gave Haleyâs exposed ass a playful slap and walked over to the small table that sat in the corner of the room.
Haley watched Bill as she got her clothes on. He didnât say anything as he found a notebook from work Haley had left on the table.
âCome over here,â Bill instructed once Haley was dressed. âYour husbandâs name is Mike right?â he asked as he pulled out a chair at the table for Haley.
âYes,â Haley said, meekly, unsure of what was Bill was up to.
âWell weâre going to write Mike a letter,â Bill said. âSeeing as youâre not going to be seeing him for awhile, we should probably let him know what youâre up to.â
âI...â Haley stuttered as tears started to form in her eyes. She couldnât think about Mike right now, there was too much shame hanging over her. Writing him a letter was way more than she felt she could handle.
âDonât worry, your hot pussy about it,â Bill said in a mocking tone. âIâll tell you exactly what to say. All you gotta do is write. Now sit.â
Haley forced her mind to go blank, as she sat at the table and robotically wrote the words Bill was saying down on paper.
***
Dear Mike,
Youâre probably wondering where I am, and what is going on. So Iâm going to tell you. Two days ago, a man broke into the hotel room right after you left for work. He spent the day raping me, and told me that he would hurt both of us if I told you. So I didnât say anything even though I knew he was coming back yesterday. And yesterday he did the same thing.
Today, he brought a friend of his to meet me. His friend came in this morning right after you left for work and before saying a word to me ate out my fat ass. He says my ass is one of the sweetest he ever tasted. Anyway, later the man who first raped me came and fucked my ass. By the time he was done my pussy was dripping wet. So when he left his friend fucked me and came hard inside of me.
Now Iâm writing this letter to you to tell you that I am going back to the friends house. He says that he has surprises waiting for me when we get there. I never realized how much of a slut I was until these two made me their fuck toy. You should have seen how wet I was today after getting fucked in my ass. I tried to hide how much I loved being used, but my pussy gave me away.
I hope to see you soon. But until then just know that I am being cared for in every possible way. And I canât wait to show you the new skills I learn when we see each other again.
Your Slut,
Haley
***
âPerfect,â Bill said after he finished reading what Haley had written. Haley was still sitting at the table, the letter in front of her. Bill was standing behind her. He leaned over her with one hand on the table as he read. When he was finished he straightened up, and put a hand on Haleyâs shoulder. âTime to go,â was all he said, as he took Haley by the wrist and led her out of the hotel room.
Billâs old pick up truck rumbled down seemingly never ending back roads as Haley sat in the passenger seat silent. She was still numb, not believing what was happening. For his part, Bill hadnât said anything since leaving the motel either. Occasionally he would glance over at Haley, put a hand on her thigh and squeeze it. Not in a soothing everything is going to be okay way, but in a âyouâre mineâ way.
Finally Bill pulled the truck into the driveway of a plain looking one story house. Haley felt a little relieved to see that the house was in a neighborhood. Bill wasnât taking her to the woods or anywhere secluded.
âDonât even think about screaming or trying to run,â Bill said, as he shut off the truck. âWait for me to open your door,â he said as he got out of the truck.
Bill walked around to Haleyâs door, and opened it. Before Haley had much time to think, Bill had grabbed her wrist, ushering her out of the cab of the truck. He led her up the front walk of the house and through the front door.
Haley didnât have much time to take in her new surroundings as Bill quickly led her through the kitchen and down to the basement. The basement was finished, with carpet and painted white walls, pushed up against one wall was a large four poster king sized bed.
Again Haley didnât have much time to think, as Bill quickly grabbed the back of her head, and forced her face to his. As they stood at the foot of the bed Bill kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. Haleyâs impulse was to fight back, try to break away. But Bill held the back of her head so firmly, she felt as though fighting would be futile.
Bill broke the kiss and began to lick Haleyâs face as though it were an ice cream cone, just as he had done back at the motel. His hands roamed down her sides, finding their way to the button of her jeans. Haley felt her jeans being loosened as Bill began to kiss and suck on the skin of her neck. A small moan escaped her lips, when Bill found the spot where neck met shoulder. She hoped he didnât notice, but that hope was short lived.