Three escaped convicts pick me up and gang me

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if easily offended.

I had decided to hitch my way from the East Coast to the West Coast. My mother had advised against it and gave me all the usual advice about how young women travelling alone should always be on the lookout for strange men.

I dismissed her concerns. This was 2019, and worrying about women travelling alone belonged in yesteryear surely.

Tonight, however, I had trouble finding a ride, and here I was out in the dark, caught in the pouring rain somewhere in the middle of America. This was the downside to hitching your way across the country.

My clothes were soaked to the skin, and it looked like I was going to have to find a tree to sleep under or something.

It was to my relief that I saw a pair of headlights in the distance. Hopefully, they would take some pity on my bedraggled form and give me a lift.

I sighed with relief as the car slowed down and pulled over next to me. The window was wound down and I went over to say thanks to the good Samaritan. Then I saw there were actually three of them.

Two men were in the front and there was one in the back seat. They all had a certain look about them, a rough kind of look, all three were sporting various tattoos on their wrists and necks. And bizarrely, the clothes on all of them seemed to be a little ill-fitting.

My woman’s intuition was telling me that something was off here, that I ought not to get in the car, that I would regret it if I did. The man in the driver's seat saw the hesitation on my face.

“You thinkin’ twice about getting’ in darlin’?” I saw that he had some missing teeth when he spoke. “You don’t want to be stranded out here in the rain all night, no mam, you want to get in this nice and warm car with all us fine fellas.”

 The others chuckled, and I was aware that they were staring at my chest. I looked down to see that my clothes were so wet that I was showing some nipple through the fabric. I crossed my arms.

“Where you headed little lady?”

“Um…west. Just looking for the next town.”

“That’s just where we were headed, ain’t that a happy coincidence? Well, why don’t you hope right into the back where we got plenty room.”

Part of me that was saying I did not want to get in, and the other part did not want to stay out here in the cold and wet for the rest of the night. I made a split second choice to get into the car.

“Just take me to the next town and I’ll find a place to stay.”

“Right you are little lady.”

As we drove along they asked me for my story, and I told them I had dropped out of college and was taking a year to travel across America. To make polite conversation, I asked them what they were doing.

“Oh”, said the guy in the driver seat, “you could say we are travelling across America as well. Truth is little lady, you are in a car with the most wanted men in the state, or the state we just left anyway. Yip, we gone and broke of jail, and all of us been locked up for five years or more. We would have been there a lot longer, because we all did some unspeakable things.”

I had been so intent on listening to his words, I had not noticed they had driven down a dirt road into the woods. The car slowed down and then came to a halt. The only sound was the rain hitting the car's surface. I knew it, I had made a mistake. Driver seat guy turned around, leering at me through his broken teeth.

“The three of us have not had a piece of pussy in five years, you know what it does to a man not to have a woman in so long? It makes him desperate for a meal of female flesh, so when that meal arrives, well, let’s just say he might forget his table manners.