"Oh shit!" Kathy had screamed as the shock of the noise yanked her back to the present from where her mind had wandered as she drove down the highway.
There had been a loud pop that sounded sort of like her husband's .45 when they went to the pistol range. The sudden noise had snapped Kathy out of her "white-line fever", as her father-in-law had always called the daze people get into when driving long distances. The entire front end of the car was shaking and it was pulling violently to the right as she counter-steered in an attempt to keep control of the Mazda.
She pulled to the edge of the road as she stopped and put her little red Miata in park and set the brake. She got out of the car and walked around to the front-end of the vehicle and stared at the flat, right front tire. Having never changed a tire before, she wasn't sure she would know where to start, so she got back into her car and reached for her cell phone to call for help.
"Damn! No service!" Kathy said to herself as she looked at her phone and saw that she had no bars at all.
"I think the last sign for a Rest Stop said 10 miles and that was a ways back." She said out loud to make herself feel a little better.
"Adam has always said it is safer for me to drive on the rim than for me to try and change a flat on the side of a road. The Rest Stop can't be more than a mile or so." Kat said as she started the little four cylinder motor and put it into gear.
There hadn't been a single car go by the entire time she had been sitting there and it was getting near dusk, so she turned on her Emergency Flashers and staid on the shoulder as she slowly drove towards, what she hoped, was a Rest Stop with a phone. After about half a mile she saw a sign that told her she was only one mile from where she wanted to be and she began to feel a little better about her situation, but as she pulled into the State Rest Stop, she saw that it had only a restroom and vending machines. No phone and a quick look at her cell told her that she still had no bars on her phone.
"Oh well, Kathy-girl," she said to herself. "It looks like you are going to have to read the Owner's Manual and figure out how to change this damn tire."
The sun was nearly down as she parked under one of three streetlights in the parking lot and opened the glove compartment to search for the manual she hoped would help her rescue herself.
"You have got to be kidding me," Kathy said as she realized the needed book was not in the glove-box.
"Maybe it's under the seat. Yeah, I bet it's under the seat." She said as she got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side.
She opened the door and got down on her knees on the ground so she could look under the passenger seat and sure enough, there was her Owner's Manual. She opened it to the page on how to change a tire and, after reading the instructions opened the trunk of the little car and took her overnight bag out. Next she unpacked the spare tire and jack, double checked that she had set the Parking Brake and found the spot where the jack was supposed to go.
Once the jack was in place the rest of the tire change went quickly and she was just about to lower the car back down when she saw a large, green bus pull into the parking lot. Kathy didn't pay any attention to the bus as she started to put the bad tire into the trunk until she heard a voice directly behind her say:
"Here, let me help you with that."
Startled, Kat spun around and was face-to-face with a man of about 28, who appeared to be wearing a uniform of some type.
"Oh, thank you, but I can get it. I am almost done and am filthy anyway, so a little more dirt on my hands won't hurt." She said, trying to regain her composure.
"No, we insist." Another voice from behind her said, causing her to spin again.
This man was also wearing a uniform of some type and was moving closer to Kathy as he spoke. Before she realized it, she was sandwiched in between the two men as the second guy reached up and took hold of her arms just above the elbows. He had a short, stubbly beard and bad breath and his grip was like a vice holding her arms.
"We would love for you to join us." The first guy said as she heard the sound of the bus coming closer.
Looking over her shoulder to where the big green vehicle sat, Kathy felt her heart fall because, on the side of the bus, in white letters, it said "Federal Prisons Bureau, Inmate Transfer". She could feel the panic beginning to rise in her stomach as each of the men took an arm and the three of them headed towards the bus.
"Please, please, let me go. I won't tell anyone that you stopped here. I am sure it is not legal for you to stop at a rest stop when you are transporting prisoners." Kathy was grasping at straws, hoping to convince these two men to let her go before anything bad happened.
"I won't tell your sergeant, or whoever you report to about this. Just, please, let me go so I can get home." She continued as they got closer to the bus.
"Shit, Gil, she thinks we're cops." The first guy said to the second.
"No shit Back Door. We're wearing the guard's uniforms." The second man said to the first.
The door opened as they reached the bus and the two men shoved Kathy up the stairwell and into the vehicle. As she stumbled up the stairs the other men on the bus started to cheer, but as she came completely into their view, it died down and one of them said:
"Fuck, you two assholes couldn't find a younger bitch? One that was a little less fat."
Back Door, as the first man was called looked back at the other men in the bus and said:
"She's the only person here. Do you want to wait for someone else to come along? Like maybe the Marshals with a Swat Team to take our asses back to prison. Besides, older pussy is just fine when it's the only pussy you got."
The bus door closed and the vehicle moved out onto the now dark Interstate, leaving Kathy's car sitting in the Rest Stop, keys still in the trunk lock. As the driver pulled out onto the road, the bus lurched a bit and Kathy fell directly onto the laps of the two men sitting directly behind the driver. Before she could move, one of them had his hand half-way up her skirt and the other had hold of her right breast through her blouse.
"Stop it! Please stop it!" Kathy pleaded with the two men as she struggled to get off their laps.
"Knock it off," Gill said to them. "Me and Back Door found her, so we get first feels. We will let you know if she's any good."
Gil and Back Door grabbed Kathy by the arms and yanked her up off the two men who were busy feeling her body and headed towards the center seats of the bus. Just as they got to those seats, Back Door pushed Kathy down into it and Gil turned to the other men and said;