Man's "Best" Friend

I was walking along the shoulder of the road when a van came in view towards me. Even though it was going in the opposite direction I was trying to go, I wouldn’t hesitate to accept a ride from the driver. Inside my inner voice was screaming at me, Don’t get in the van, you have no idea if there are others in the back of the van that you can’t see!

I thought to my inner voice, So it wouldn’t be the first time that has happened, not since my cousins started using me for sex!

As the van started to slow down as it continued coming towards me, I could only make out a single person in the front, the driver behind the steering wheel. Then it came to a gentle stop right beside me, the driver’s window rolled down.

“Hey, can I offer you a lift?”

The driver was on the older side. With grey streaked hair, a long beard wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses and a tie-dyed t-shirt. On the corner of the windshield was a decal that read “Deadhead” which I hoped was in reference to the Grateful Dead and hot his mentality.

My inner voice kept screaming louder but I ignored it and said thank you to the driver and went around the front of the van and climbed in the passenger side. As soon as I was seated the driver actually turned the van around. “Since you were walking towards where I just came from, I thought that I would take you that way!”

I went to say thank you when I heard giggles coming from the back of the van. Then a hand that came from behind where I was sitting was resting, touched my left breast and squeezed it through my t-shirt and bra. A second hand came around and rested on my right breast and I realized that I was going to be expected to put out for at least three guys or more once again.

When I didn’t react the driver started to speak. “Now, if you will cooperate, me and my friends won’t hurt you too much, but put up resistance and there’s no telling what will happen to you!”

He continued driving for a few hundred yards before turning into what was probably a hidden driveway. The sides of the driveway were tree lined, densely packed to block out the wind and most of the overhead light. The driver stopped and motioned for me to get out. The hands were removed from my breasts and instead replaced on the back of my neck. Whoever had me was pressing the sides of my neck to make me understand that I didn’t have a chance to get away from the person.

The person **** me to go to the front of the van where the headlights were still on. The driver stood there a foot in front of the van. I was persuaded to stand in the middle of the front grill, and a pair of guys appeared, one on each side of me. Then the driver took a step closer towards me. “Now why don’t you show us some appreciation for stopping and picking you up by taking those clothes off!”