It's 3 AM. Nice night with a half moon just passing overhead. The highway is smooth, little traffic, no smokies out, not out here. There's no real wind but with the semi running at 90 there's a cool breeze whipping my hair, making my nipples hard, and my pussy cold. But my back and ass and arms are warm, stretched out and pressed on the radiator grill.

I had run out of enough money for a bus ride earlier in the day. Stood out on the road in my cut off jeans, jersey, and cowgirl boots. Backpack and a couple of water bottles. My thumb out. Been told not to hitchhike, that any trucker who'd give me a ride would demand sex. That was okay. Told there were some weirdos out there who would probably tie me up in their sleeper box and do all sorts of bad things to me. I think I could handle them.

But as it turned out the first guy to pick me up was really nice until it started to get dark. Said he had to pull on over for a moment. So I sat there in the passenger seat with my seat belt on while he fiddled with something that I took to be a small fire extinguisher. Then he pushed it up against my face.

When I awoke I was stripped naked, arms tied to the side mirrors, ankles spread out and tied to the bumper. This was one of those cab over models I guess, so no hood, but a nameplate stuck between my shoulder blades. He was pulling himself out of his jeans. As fucks went it was rather good, his hands massaging my C cups and tickling my armpits, but the big silver buckle on his belt cut into my mound several times. He worked me hard then spilled along my left thigh. Then he took off his wide leather belt, letting his pants drop. He doubled the belt and struck me hard across my mound. I screamed but we were just far enough off the road that no one passing by would hear me. He thrashed each breast back and forth, and then laid a few well placed strokes against my pussy lips. I begged and begged but what use was it? I'd got what I was told I would get, a fucking and a weirdo. And then he turned the belt around and this time he thrashed it against me with the buckle hitting me in all my already sore and bloodied spots. I whimpered now, sure he was going to kill me. But no such luck, his cock was up again from the excitement of seeing my body slump and offer no resistance to the new cuts he was making into the sides of my breasts and along side my sex lips. He fucked me again, but I don't remember much of it.

Not sure how long I stayed there but I guess he was taking his male nap to rejuvenate and come back for more of my pussy. Suddenly the headlights came on, and the truck began to grumble. Hell, he was literally taking me for a ride. Screaming did no good, no one would understand what I was saying. And the few cars that were out at this time weren't interested in caring what was strapped naked to the truck hood. Of course, he began driving faster than the speed limit, I guess he knew when and where the smokies would be out watching. My ass against the radiator began to warm, my arms ached from the vibration, and his and my own spill on my thighs had been blown off. Bugs splattered all over my body, glad none flew into my eyes or mouth.

The first sign I saw had said Dallas, 400 miles. It was down to just under two hundred when he took an off ramp. The sign said exit to Bugbottom. Which didn't ring a bell at all. There was a construction barricade on the overpass. So he came to a stop. He got out and came over to me and gave my breasts a good squeeze and asked if I liked the ride. I hadn't but I was sure I should say yes. I was too sore and exhausted to put up a fight to whatever he was going to do to me now.

So I meekly let him take me down off his truck. He ran a hand over all the really sore parts on my back, and peeled a few dead bugs off my tits. I could hardly walk so he carried me over to the barricade and tied me spread out on it. He put some tape over my mouth now. And diddled my pussy, and found a shovel nearby, easing the handle of it up inside me, mainly to help keep me from falling forward. Okay for me to fall backwards I suppose.

He picked up the kerosene lamps that sat by the barricade and put them up on the top board, not near my hands, but closer in towards my head. He rechecked the tape on my mouth. Reworked the tool handle in my pussy making me moan. He laughed. "Better not rock this thing trying to get off it. Those lamps are just smudge pots really, and they could turn over and pour that hot liquid on your cute body. Well, I got to get into Dallas by tomorrow afternoon, and there are smokies ahead, so you take care, little lady." He gave my breasts another good squeeze then went back to his truck and drove off.

The eastern sky was just starting to lighten. The sun was directly in my eyes when another truck rolled up. The driver came over to me and examined my situation. "Boyfriend problem?" he asked and I shook my head. "Runaway?" I nodded. "Got any place in mind where you're going?" My answer was muffled by the tape. "Never heard of that place. But I'm going to turn down this county road and head on over to Bugbottom. Ever been there? It's just a forty mile ride. Take you there."

Sure, why not, not like I've got much to say about it. So he cuts me down off the barricade, and you know them smudge pots didn't budge a bit. Anyway, he takes me over to his truck and has me bend over and he works my pussy so hard, my head is banging against the door giving me one hell of a headache to go with every other ache. Finally he spills onto my ass then lets me sit down in the hard scrabble along the edge of the road.

So like I said, the sun was in my eyes when he arrived, that would have made it what? Six, maybe seven o'clock. Well, the sun was bearing down directly overhead and we still weren't near that place he said. His rig had a long hood and I was hefted up onto it on my back, arms tied off down the sides to fenders. My ankles to the side mirrors so he had good look at my open sex. My neck was tied to the hood ornament and my head hung over the front, so I was watching the road upside down as he drove as slowly as he could. County roads being what they are, he made sure he hit every bump and pothole along the way. Making my ass bounce on top of that damn hot hood while I got a good sun tan. Of course some of that time was his slow tying me up. I was too weak to fight and when he was fastening my neck he had his cock out and in my mouth. I didn't dare bite it, that would only get me dead, or so I thought. He came practically on my first tongue flick of his dick.

Now that last part I didn't tell the nice deputy who stopped the driver and helped me down. But I told him all the rest and he wrote a few things down in his notebook. “What's your reason for coming to Bugbottom?” He asked like he hadn't heard a word I had said to him. “I was brought against my will.”

"You say you've got no money and you were hitchhiking. Well, we don't allow vagrants or hitchhikers here in Bugbottom, but I'm going to be lenient to you and take you back to the freeway, it's just over the county line, and drop you off there. And you, Harlan, your wife been looking for you, better get on home.” “Sure, Tom.” The driver said to the deputy.

"Now Miss, Melanie, is it? I'm going to take you back now, but I got to go by way of the Hollows Creek Ford, so you just walk over to my 4wd SUV..."

It's 3 PM, nice afternoon, my sunburn and truck hood burns feeling better what with the muddy water splashing up on me. The deputy has been so nice as to handcuff me sideways to the SUV's snow plow and gosh, isn't this the seventh time he's crossing this creek? Nope, he's stopping.

Gets out and comes up and releases me, only to recuff my hands behind my back. He leans against the hot hood of his front fender, spreads my legs and has a go at my pussy. Well, hell, what's another fuck? At least this guy's good looking and taking his time withdrawing before thrusting so hard I'm moving up on the fender to the hood inch by inch. Finally he comes and starts to put himself back in order.

“See that rise up there, that's the freeway. I'm going to take you cross the creek one more time then you can walk on over to there and go on with your hitchhiking."

“But I don't have any clothes!” I wailed as he led me to the rear of the SUV, put a rope on the handcuffs and down between my legs and over to the outside mounted tire.

“Now in Bugbottom, we don't care whether a person walks around nude, we are quite liberal in that respect. But the highway is in our neighboring county and them retard people over there don't look kindly to public nudity.”

And with that he got back into the driver's seat and started back across the creek. I suddenly realized that he wasn't going to do it slow, to let me walk behind. No, there was a sudden lurch, the rope cut up against my already sore pussy lips, and I landed on my side on the sand before being dragged down into the water. I was floundering, scraping across some stones, and then pulled up before drowning into the mud of the other side. When he stopped, I was coated head to toe in mud, and new sores and cuts. He untied and uncuffed me and said goodbye and drove off.

I lay there resting then rose up gently, and wobbled towards the highway. There was a truck parked there now. Driver was on the other side taking a piss. He damn near fainted when he turned and saw me.

“Please help me? Please take me to a hospital and call the police.”

“I'll do better than that,” he said and took me by the arm and lifted me up onto the back of his truck bed. It was one of those trucks that haul away mobile homes, just a small round hitch device on the back and lots and lots of chains. He wrapped me in as many of them as possible. Until I was almost unseen under them. Then he started off. Down that same damn road to Bugbottom, hitting every pothole the other guy had done. Only he was a bit faster. We went right thru the small town, pausing at its only street light then stopping at a small house. Mrs. Moseby's Boarding and Diddle House. The man unchained me and had to carry me to the door where a gentle lady met me. “Why honey chile, you are the sorriest thing I ever seen. We'll get you up to a room, a warm bath, some clothes, and lots and lots of salve and loving."

I stood there in the foyer trying to say thank you. Then two men came out from the dining room.

"This here's my husband, Harlan, just back from a haul to Tulsa. And that handsome young man is Tom, one of our county deputies, boarding here. Well, let's get you upstairs. You can stay as long as you like and maybe Diddle a few of our customers to pay your way."