This is a continuation of my story Stranger on a Train.
At last I made it to Prince George. It is a smallish city, very working class, with several rather smelly pulp mills so if the wind was blowing the wrong way it was awful, but if it blew in the right direction it smelled rather nicely of freshly cut lumber. I started humming "Summer wages" under my breath. That made me smile. I was so looking forward to my summer job and making some money.
I walked down to the bus depot and got my first disappointment. I had just missed the bus to _______. There wasn't another until late evening. I thought about hitching a ride. It was only 1 1/2 hours south. I was debating with myself what to do when a grey van pulled up beside me and the driver asked where I was headed.
I told him.
"Well I am heading down that way. I can give you a ride after I drop off my friends downtown." He said, "It's not out my of my way. Come on, hop in."
So I did. It was my first mistake of the day. It wasn't to be my last. We stopped at a liquor store for beer and a mickey of whiskey. He gave me a rye and coke which I belted back in a couple of swigs being very thirsty. I took another drink more slowly but an empty stomach and alcohol don't mix and I was feeling a little tipsy. Another mistake. As we headed for the road out of town I asked why we weren't dropping of the two men who were with him.
"We have another idea in mind." said one of the men who had amazing red hair and a Scottish accent. I then recognised the two as being on the train. He pulled me over on to his lap and laughed. I felt a shiver go up my spine. I tried to wiggle free but only succeeded in getting closer. He groaned and said, "You gave it up for the big Swede now it's our turn. I so want my cock in your sweet cunt. Give me all you got!"
At this point I started to feel really odd. All the colours were swimming together, maybe doing the butterfly I thought dreamily. I was becoming fascinated by the red hair of my captor. I came back to reality when the other man with black piercing eyes and a swarthy complexion started to rip my clothes off and soon I was completely naked. I was almost completely out of it as well. The red haired Scot put his hand inside my pussy and started to stroke inside me. I wondered fuzzily how he had managed to it.