Part 20

I felt his rough hands move slowly down my jeans and he began massaging my cheeks. I tried to squirm but his other hand gripped me too tight and any movement i made. His hot breath burnt my neck and the bristle from his unshaven face felt as though someone was rubbing sand paper onto raw skin. I felt his finger slip inbetween my cheeks and i winced. It was really happening. He began to breathe heavily and started to pull off my shirt and i started calling for help again, even know i knew no-one could hear me.

Just when it seemed he was about to remove my pants i heard the door fling open and suddenly Bud was torn from his domination position and all i could hear was the sound of fist coming in contact with face...

"You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in the court of Law. You have the right a solicitor...." and he continued on. I gathered my clothing and dressed myself in a hurry. I felt so discustingly filthy, yet greatful. Greatful that i didnt have to feel how i would had he gone any further. Once i saw that... he... was in the car that was parked behind us i got out of the truck to see who it was.

"Are you ok mate?" A familiar man said. It took me a few seconds to register who it was and then i recalled... the man from the petrol station.

"I... You..."

"Yeah mate... I'm an undercover officer. Ive been trying to convict these guys for 12 months now but they kept on getting away. What are you doing hitching a ride with strangers anyway?"

"My sister... i... oh god!" I cried and almost colapsed.. i would have had he not caught me anyway.

"Hey hey its ok... Ive got a friend who lives about half an hour back... Ill drop you off there,you can have something to eat, you can have a shower and we can talk after ive dropped this scumbag off at the station."

I Nodded and he put his arm around my shoulder and gave a squeeze as we walked to his car.

part 21