Hitching a Ride to Slavery

Hitching a Ride to Slavery

Part 1

By

didmaker

Charlie put the large truck in park and turned of the ignition. It sure was good to be home again after a few weeks on the road. The house and yard looked pretty much the same as when he left since he lived alone. I climbed out of the cabin and onto the driveway. He paused and wondered if he should wake his passenger  and let her know they had arrived, but decided against it since she could probably use the rest while he sorted out the mail and other things neglected during his absence.

After a few hours after he returned home, Charlie climbed back into the cabin of the truck, climbing over the seat and into the sleeper compartment. He lifted the mattress on the bunk and pressed the release catch on the lid on top of the storage space in the bunks lower part. He opened the lid and looked down into the large space. It was filled with assorted junk and things that werehandy to have around during long cross-country trips. There were clothes, spare bed linen, a few books, some tools and assorted snacks and drinks and on top of a heap of clothes was the nude and tied Sarah Mackinnely, 19 years old.

She looked up at Charlie with a fear full tear stained face. Her mouth totally obscured with several winds of duct tape. Her hands and arms lashed behind her with yet more duct tape and her legs bent up behind her and her feet taped to her thighs. Her long red hair was matted and damp from sweat and dirt and she smelled faintly like a gym locker. She tried to scream, but the gag muted any attempts. She trashed with her bonds again as she had done several timed before the last 72 hours. She hadn't been tied in this position the whole time, on several occasions during the last three days her legs had been freed and she had been allowed to pee, to eat and to be fucked.

Grabbing her on the turnpike just out of Huston had been a spur of the moment thing. Charlie hadn't planned it, but the idea had exploded in his mind when he saw the petite redhead climbing into his cabin late Wednesday night. The rain had been pouring down and he had felt sorry for the hitchhiker up a head. Had the weather been any better he probably wouldn't have bothered to stop which in hind site probably had been better for his new fucktoy. He smiled at the chain of events making this sweet little ass possible for his enjoyment. He leaned forward and with a small sharp knife cut the tape holding her feet anchored to her thighs. She made a feeble attempt to kick him, but he simply slapped her ass.

- Behave, slut, or I will make you wish you never been born.

She whimpered and stretched her legs as best she could in the cramped space. He took hold of her upper arm and hauled her to her feet. He turned her around and cut the tape on her arms and wrists with the result of her arms falling down to hang limp at her sides. She weekly started to flex her arm muscles and felt the pain as blood and sensation returned to them after several hours of holding them in one position due to the tape. When Charlie was confident that she could use her arms and legs again he smacked her ass again.

- You have done this before so it is routine by now. You will climb out of the truck, you will not try to escape, you will not try to draw attention to yourself and you will not touch that gag. Is that understood, slut?

She was crying again and the nod was barely visible. Charlie climbed back out of the sleep compartment and down out of the cabin. He watched the teenager climb out after him, savouring her nude body as it was displayed in full view for him. He felt his cook growing hard yet again. When she reached the ground he grabbed her hair and then marched her across the lawn to the open door of the house. Sarah frantically tried to keep pace with Charlie and to look around to find out where they were, but didn't dare to try to escape from her abductor.

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Sarah had been standing in the rain for almost twenty minutes, trying to shield herself with her backpack when the large truck had applied its air brakes and come to a halt 50 yards further down the road. She rushed over to the passenger door and opened it. She looked up at the smiling face of an older man.

- Where you going in this weather? he asked

- Denver

- Denver? You're in luck then since I'm heading in that general direction. Wont get you to Denver though, but I'll get up to Oklahoma City by morning and you'll be out of the rain. There you should easily find a ride to Denver.

- Sounds good, thanks. She climbed into the warm dry cabin and sat down, closing the door. The man held out his hand.

- Charlie Davenport. Sarah took his hand and shook it. The man had large powerful hands.

- Sarah Mackinnely. Thanks for stopping.

- Least I could do in this rain. Been standing there long?

- Twenty minutes or so.

- There's a towel on the bunk in the back if you want to dry yourself of a little. It'll will prevent you from catching a cold.

- Thanks. Sarah climbed back and found the towel. She quickly dried her hair and arms, getting a sense of warmth back into her body. She hung the towel back on a hook and climbed back into the passenger seat.

They rode on for the better part of an hour, chatting away about most anything. Charlie was a good listener and she told him of her row with her parents, of going to Denver to live with her aunt and of her plans for college and work. The rain had cleared and the moon was high over the flat landscape as they thundered on north through Texas. She was starting to feel sleepy and Charlie saw her nod off once or twice.

- If you want to you can sleep on the bunk in the back, I will be driving most of the night anyway. I'll wake you when we get to Oklahoma City. It will be daybreak by then and it's my destination anyways. I'll help you find a truck going to Denver when we stop for breakfast there. How does that sound?

- Thanks, that sounds great. Sarah took her backpack and climbed back into the sleeper compartment again. She laid down on the bunk and wrapped the blanket around her. She laid there listening to the low music from the stereo and the endless roaring of the trucks huge diesel engine. She slowly drifted of to sleep thinking how lucky she was to have met Charlie.

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Sarah suddenly felt a heavy weight on top of her. She opened her eyes, but the sharp light in the compartment made her eyes watered and blinkt. A hand was pressed down over her mouth.

- You stay silent and you stay alive. Do you understand? someone said.

She tried to wriggle free, but the weight was too great for her sleep riddled petite body. She focused her eyes and looked up into the grim face of the truck driver named Charlie. He grabbed her by the throat with his other hand as he sat on her upper body, trapping her arms under the blanket.

- You will be quiet and when I remove my hand from your mouth you will open it as wide as you can. Understand?

Sarah started to cry and just stared at him. Charlie dunked her head into the pillow.

- Do you understand bitch?

She tried to nod and grunted something.

- Good, open wide now.

He removed his hand from her mouth and she opened her mouth to scream, but her attempt was cut short by something round and soft being pushed in between her teeth. She felt something spongy filling her mouth. She then heard a ripping sound and before she could press the intruder out with her tongue Charlie pressed down a length of duct tape over her lips. He placed a few more for good measure smoothing each piece out eventually obscuring the lower part of her face. When her speech had been effectively silenced Charlie slapped her face making her head jerk to the side. He then pointed a finger a few inched from her face looking straight into her teary eyes.

- Don't move.

He got up and of her and ripped the blanket of her now trembling body. He then grabbed her and turned her over on the bunk so she came to lie on her stomach. He quickly grabbed her hands and before Sarah even could try to resist him he started to wind more duct tape around her wrists, binding her slender arms behind her. By then Sarah had started to recover from the shock and tried to fight back. She bucked and fought on the bunk, trying to kick her assailant, but Charlie just caught her kicking legs and held them together at the ankles. He placed a knee over the legs to hold them down and then started to wrap more duct tape around her ankles. He then stood back and started to take a better look at his catch.

Sarah was a small petite redhead standing at only five foot one, but she had a well-developed body with nice round hips and a full chest that now was heaving with her laboured breath from both exhaustion and fear. Her long slightly curly red hair was in a disarray around her small face as she looked up at him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks making the pillow wet and she was trying to ask him why he was doing this. Charlie answered her by leaning forward and grabbing her two tits through the t-shirt, squeezing them with his big hands.

- Well, these are nice. I was hoping them to be natural and I have to say they are. He grinned at her. Let's see if you're a natural redhead also.

Charlie produced a sharp knife and as Sarah screamed into her gag and tried to get away from him he started to cut her clothes of her body, revealing more and more smooth skin. When she was down to her panties Charlie paused. He was sitting on the bunk beside her stroking her almost naked body with his left hand.

- You have a very nice body Sarah. How old are you, twenty?

Sarah just stared up into the ceiling above the bunk without making a sound. Charlie sighed and reached out for a nipple and twisted it. Sarah screamed again and bucked in her bonds. Charlie let go and grabbed her head, locking eyes with her.

- This is how it will work, princess. When I tell you to do something and you don't obey or asks a question and you don't answer I will hurt you and there are far worse ways to hurt a young woman, as yourself, then twisting a nipple. Do you understand me or do I have to get creative?

Fear was emanating from her as she stared at him and slowly nodded. Charlie stroked her breast and asked again.

- So, how old are you? Twenty? She shook her head slightly. Older? Another shake. Younger? 19? She nodded hesitantly and felt a cold falling sensation in her stomach as Charlie started to smile lewdly at her.

- 19 huh? I tight little teen? This is better than I thought. He stroked her body some more.

- Let's see if red is you natural color then shall we?

She felt him slide the blade of the knife between her panties and her body and a tug told her he had cut the waistband at her left hip. Soon after another tug and then the sliding sensation as he drew the ruined garment free from her crotch revealing a small bush of red hair. Charlie played with her little fiery bush with his finger and stroked her pussy.

- No doubt about that red hair, it's as natural as your tits. Lovely.

The terror shone in her eyes as he stood up and started to strip. Her eyes grew wide in horror as his rigid cock sprang free from his shorts. He massage it and smiled at her.

- This is all for you, princess. Like it?

She watched him take out a rubber and tried to plead with him as he rolled it down over his cocks head. But Charlie just grinned at her attempts to communicate.

- Don't worry, I won't get you pregnant and I don't have any VD's. But I don't know if you're clean so I'm just taking precautions. You just don't know with sluts that hitchhike with trucks in the middle of the night, they can carry most anything these days. He chuckled.

He then leaned down and cut the tape holding her ankles and as he climbed on top of her on the narrow bunk he forced her legs apart with his weight and body. She wailed and tried to wriggle out from under him, but there was no escape. Charlie held himself up with one hand as he directed the head of his shaft against her pussy and then sank into her making her tight pussy stretch around his cock. Tears began to stream again from Sarahs blurry eyes as she screamed as loud as she could. Not much escaped the sponge and the tape and soon the sounds dropped of to a simple whimper and groaning as Charlie started to fuck his new toy with long powerful strokes.