Ruth and Ryan 7

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 7

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RUTH AND RYAN

by Willie B Florida
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PART SEVEN

"Ruth! Well, don't just stand there. Dinner's on the table. Come on in." Ryan's mother held the door open for the girl.

The rest of the family held their forks in the air as Ruth entered.

"You look a sight, Ruth. What's going on?" Ryan's dad asked, but he was jovial. He hadn't picked up a thing.

Mike looked confused. Ryan looked scared. Tanya got up from the table. "We'll be right back," she told everyone. "Keep eating. I just want to help Ruth wash up."

As soon as they were in the bathroom Tanya was blunt. "Who attacked you, Ruth? What's going on." Her eyes quickly looked over the bruises and saw the smashed vibrator hanging on the chain from Ruth's clit ring. "Ruth, were you assaulted on the way over here? Was it a stranger . . . or someone you know?"

Ruth burst into tears. Tanya gathered the girl into her arms and held her tight. Ruth cried into the older girl's chest, her naked body shaking with the trauma she had just undergone. Tanya held Ruth and waited.

"My father," Ruth murmured. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't go back. He . . . I . . . I don't know what happened. He attacked me like a madman . . . he wanted to . . . " She couldn't go on.

Tanya didn't inquire further. She guessed the worst and didn't need all the details just now. "Let's get you cleaned up. Have some food to eat. You can stay here tonight. You'll be safe."

"No!" Ruth pulled herself out of Tanya's embrace. "You don't understand. This is exactly where he'll know to find me. He's probably on his way over here right now, if . . . "

"If?"

"If I didn't kill him. He was lying on the floor unconscious when I escaped."

Tanya revised her estimate of the worst that could have happened. Her mind ran through possible actions to take to keep Ruth safe. "I'll call your mother and tell her you're here for dinner and we'll take you to school tomorrow. Let's see if she tells us where your dad is and what he's up to. We'll take it from there depending on what we find out."

Not knowing what else to do Ruth nodded her head. She let Tanya sponge her off. The coolness of the water and the gentle attention felt good. Tanya ran a comb through Ruth's hair, gave her face one last rinse with a damp washcloth, toweled her off and the two headed back to the dinner table. Conversation came to an end and everyone watched Ruth come quietly to the table.

"Mom," Tanya said, "You need to call Ruth's mom and let her know she's here for dinner, staying the night and that we'll take her to school in the morning."

Tanya's voice was gentle but firm, inviting no questions or contradictions. Her mother got up to make the phone call.

"And," Tanya added, "find out how Ruth's dad is doing."

Her mother raised a questioning eyebrow, but Tanya was already pulling out a chair for Ruth and setting a place for her at the table.

"Hello," Ryan's mother went through a minute or two of pleasantries. "Ruth's here for dinner," she said lightly, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary were taking place. "Of course, we're delighted to have her. She's never any trouble. I just wanted to let you know that it is absolutely no problem if she spends the night. We can drop her off at school in the morning." Her face changed. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope he gets better. . . . Are you taking him to the hospital? . . . Okay, absolutely. Let me know in the morning. . . . Yes, of course, if we need to pick Ruth up tomorrow we'll be happy to do so. . . . I hope you get some sleep tonight! Good-bye."

"Ruth, did you know your father fell while changing the smoke alarm battery? Your mother found him unconscious on the floor when she got home from church."

Tanya looked at Ruth, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Mother, Ruth was attacked by her father. He didn't fall while changing a battery. Ruth defended herself and escaped to our house. We have to make sure she's safe."

"What? Why would your mother lie to me, Ruth? Are you sure?"

"Of course she's sure." There was a trace of anger rising in Tanya's voice. "Can't you see her? She's bruised all over. Her dad tried to rape her!!!"

"I'm sure he didn't mean to do that!" Ryan's mother spoke archly. "What did he really do? Turn that buzzer on real hard or something? That's hardly rape. Even the jewelry store clerks used a big dildo on you. I didn't see you complaining then!!!"

"Mother, you have no idea what you're talking about. Anyway, you're making this even worse for Ruth. She's already been through hell at home this evening. Let her eat in peace."

Ruth ate her dinner in silence. She could feel Ryan across the table sending silent communications to her. She looked at him through her eyelashes, head bent over her food and gave him the smallest of smiles. She really wished she could snuggle up against his warm body and fall into a dreamless sleep where nobody had ever invented vibrators, dildos or remote controls.

After dinner she volunteered to help wash up, but Ryan's mother shooed her out of the kitchen. She sat with Ryan on the couch and in soft tones told him everything that had happened. He held her tightly in her arms. Once in a while Mike passed through the room and looked at them with awe and curiosity. Tanya was obviously giving them their space, but her concern was obvious.

At ten o'clock Ryan's dad told them it was bedtime. "I'm sure you two think you're sleeping together, but we have rules in this house. If I find out the two of you are ever having sex, under this roof or anywhere else, you will regret it for the rest of your lives. Do I make myself clear?"

Sex! It's always all about sex, thought Ruth ruefully. She just wanted to be close and secure with Ryan. Did they really think she wanted sex after what she'd been through tonight, not to mention all the weeks before. She doubted she'd ever want sex in her entire life.

"You're going to sleep in Tanya's bed," Ryan's mother informed her. "Tanya's going to sleep on the floor next to you. Everyone else is sleeping in their usual places. Ryan, you heard your father -- you stay out of Tanya's room!"

"Yes, mother," Ryan replied. What was she thinking? That he'd stumble over Tanya in the dark and fumble around in bed with Ruth. God, his mom and dad were so clueless sometimes.

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The morning routine was a lot more busy than Ruth was used to. Being an only child she wasn't used to the commotion of so many people trying to use the bathroom, getting breakfast made and eaten in the busy kitchen, and the simple fact of so many bodies bustling through the small house. She'd felt secure enough to sleep only because Tanya was lying on the floor right next to the bed. Everyone bustling about getting ready for the day was also reassuring. Her dad's insanity seemed at bay with so many people around. Nevertheless, she was close to panic. There was no way she could simply go to school and wait until her father or mother showed up. What if they tried to sign her out early? After school was she simply supposed to go home as if nothing had happened? Even Ryan's parents didn't really get it. "Even the jewelry store clerks used a big dildo on you." They didn't see the fire in her father's eyes or the way he tried to pin her to the ground. She wasn't sure her mother was lying, either. Maybe her dad told her he'd had an accident and fallen on the floor.

Ryan's mother drove them to the front of the school. "Have a great day! I'll see you at the end of school. Ruth, if you want to come home with us today, that's fine. I'll call your mother and find out what she wants me to do."

"Oh, mom," Ryan said. "I forgot. I have to go to math tutoring after school. Can you pick me up an hour later than usual?"

"What? You're having trouble in math again?"

"It's no big deal. I just need a brush up on quadratic equations."

"Okay. I'll get you an hour later. 'Bye sweetie."

The car drove off. Ruth grabbed Ryan's arm. "Are you still planning . . . why did you tell your mom to pick you up later?"

"Your dad. What do you want to do?"

"I can't go home. He'll get me at your house eventually."

"Are we doing it then? Hitchhiking? I wasn't sure so I told my mom that just in case."

"I'm scared to death of going out on the road. I have no idea where we'll end up, what we'll eat, where we'll sleep. But at this point I'm even more scared to stay in this town. It's too small. He'll find me no matter what."

"Okay. I'm with you then. Let's do it."

"If we're going to run away, let's do it now. That gives us hours and hours before our parents think we're missing."

Turning away from the school the two naked teenagers walked into the woods behind the building and aimed towards US-441. There would be cars and trucks headed to I-10. They hoped someone would take pity on them. Naked people were rare in Lake City even if they weren't the only ones stripped. Maybe it would work in their favor and catch someone's attention. Ruth's broken vibrator hung between her legs. She wished she could get it off, but she didn't have the time to waste on that project right now. Ryan's penis stood at attention, the elaborate tattoo design clearly visible on the middle section of his shaft. His mother made sure he took the pills every day at breakfast and this morning had been no exception.

Nudity must have done something, because within five minutes they were picked up by a large semi-truck. The large sleeper-style tractor was painted deep red with gold trim stripes. The long white trailer was unmarked, but fairly new and in good condition. The electric window opposite the driver rolled down and a deep voice hollered, "If you want a ride hop in. I can't stop here on the highway."

Ruth and Ryan ran over and managed to get the door open and clamber into the high seat. The driver pulled away, the long rig pulling behind them. In the large mirrors Ryan saw the reflection of car lots and pawn shops speeding away into the distance.

The driver was middle aged. He had a paunch typical of truck drivers, but seemed in good shape. His skin was tanned and he wore a bandana tied loosely around brown hair.

"Where you two going?" he inquired.

"Um, going west . . . I mean, Pensacola," faltered Ryan, irritated with himself for not thinking up a story ahead of time. Ruth had caught him off guard, having to leave suddenly.

"Hey, that's good!" interrupted Ruth. "He can never remember the name of that town. We're going to see my aunt in Gulf Breeze. It's across the causeway from Pensacola."

The driver grunted and drove on in silence for about 15 minutes.

"How you know I'm going there?" he asked.

"You're going north. If you can just drop us at I-10 we'll find a ride going west," Ruth replied.

"Naw, that's alright. I'm going west. Just giving you a hard time."

"Oh, that's great. You're going all the way to Pensacola?" Ryan was relieved.

The driver just looked at him. "Shit I'm going to Pensacola. Why are you two naked anyway? You're not from Miami or something? They got lots of naked kids down there."

"We're from Lake City, right where you picked us up," explained Ryan.

Ruth gave him a sharp jab in the ribs. Ryan looked at her. Did he say something he wasn't supposed to?

The rig pulled up the road. In a very short time they banked onto the on ramp of I-10 and the truck accelerated into the fast traffic on the interstate. For a while they were mesmerized by the operations of the truck. A bank of controls splayed across the dash in front of the driver. A pull string controlled the horn which he blasted once when a tiny car nearly pulled right in front of them. The driver explained the air brakes and showed them how he could scare the daylights out of a car next to them without slowing the truck at all. "Just a tap on the air right here . . . yup . . . gets the bugs out from under my wheels overtime." GPS system showed a tiny dot indicating their location and the driver's cell phone sat in a special case next to him.

The driver pulled off at a truck stop and pulled into a giant lot full of trucks. When they got out the air was hot and loud.

"How come all the trucks are running," asked Ryan.

"AC," replied the driver. "Drivers sleeping until they can run again. Strict regulations, you know. Can't go anywhere without GPS tracking, clocking in and out. They've even got it now so as soon as the rig starts rolling the clock starts. You can't drive 5 minutes over without somebody knowing and levying a fine."

He treated them to lunch. "Didn't figure you had any money," he groused. "Two growing teens with big appetites, too, I suppose." They drew stares. Naked teens weren't a common sight in a north Florida truck stop. But, the SFF sensors didn't go off and so the cashiers and waiters and shopkeepers went back to their business. After all, this was Florida and weird laws or not, it wasn't their job to mess with the system.

A few truckers gave Ryan's tattoo a look over and one commented, "Damn, boy. I have tattoos all over my body, but I don't know if I could stand that. Good on you!" From the stares, Ryan got the idea that not a few of the truckers were envious that their driver had such good looking company. They got a comment on that too. "Got one of each to choose from, eh? Not too shabby." Ruth looked down and Ryan looked the man in the eye. The man was definitely interested.

After lunch the driver said he needed to stop for a while. "Been driving since middle of the night, up from south Florida. Let me show you the sleeper." Behind the driving area was a small room. It was like a tiny house, complete with 'fridge, microwave, bunk bed, even a TV. "I'd ask her to snuggle up with me, but I actually need to get some sleep. Maybe later. Make yourselves comfortable."

With that the driver turned over and within minutes was snoring away. Ruth looked at Ryan. She hadn't liked this guy much from the beginning, but he was taking them away from Lake City. His last remark had her hackles up. Ryan nodded and they got ready to leave, but when they tried the doors they found them securely locked. They couldn't find any way to release them no matter what buttons they pushed. Finally they sat on the floor, knees hunched up against their chests. Leaning on one another in the air conditioned cabin they took turns sleeping, the other watching the snoring driver.

Late in the day the driver woke up with a huge stretch and a yawn. "You two need to use the restroom?"

Ruth nodded.

"Come on then."

The driver put his key in the ignition, punched a couple of buttons and opened the door. He guided the two naked teens through the parking lot, heat rising up in waves off the asphalt. Ruth and Ryan scampered to keep their feet from burning to a crisp, but the driver kept a firm grip on their shoulders. They got to the cool of the inside floor none too soon! Ruth went into the ladies room while the driver and Ryan headed into the men's room. Ryan stood at the urinal and peed. Being naked all the time had certainly cured him of any shyness in the restroom and it was nearly impossible to pee in a toilet with a constant erection. The urine shot upward and against the ceramic. Ryan felt someone behind him. A burly trucker stood grinning.

"Always wondered how you boys managed it. That's some meat. Whose idea was the ink?"

Ryan looked around and gave the trucker a shy grin. "Gotta go," he said and headed into the foyer. He was secretly hoping to meet Ruth and somehow evade their driver, but he was already standing with an arm thrown loosely around Ruth's shoulders. Helpless, the two braved the barefoot passage across the lot and found themselves nearly thrown back into the cab of the truck. The driver hauled himself up the other side, started up the big engine and put the truck in gear. Watching him navigate the big rig through the lot and out onto the road was not nearly as fascinating as before. Both youngsters were worried. Night began to fall, the headlamps threw long lights into the dark of the interstate. After an hour they pulled off a long exit ramp, made a turn north and the driver brought the rig to a stop along a dark stretch of narrow county roadway.

"Gotta pee," announced the driver gruffly. "Young miss, you can take the right side. Ryan here will pee on the left with me."

The driver pulled down his fly and let a long stream of urine fly into the darkness. Ryan let his own piss go straight up into the air and fall into the darkness. When they got back they waited a few minutes until Ruth reappeared out of the night on the passenger side. When they got back in the driver continued north. There was no traffic on this remote stretch of road. Tall pines grew close on either side, walls of blackness even darker than the narrow strip of sky above them. The truck lights caught the eyes of the occasional deer or raccoon, but other than that there was no sign of human or animal life.

"I thought we were going west," ventured Ryan.

"Gotta drop a palette off somewhere's up here." The driver tapped his GPS. "Just following the route, you know."

Ruth wasn't sure where they were, but the road climbed upwards in a series of rises and dips. They must be somewhere in Georgia by now. Abruptly the driver pulled the heavy rig off the two lane road. They could hear the crunch of sand and gravel under the wheels as they drove much more slowly. The trees grew even closer in on both sides. The track could not be much wider than the truck itself. With a slow hiss of the air breaks the rig came to a stop, the engine rumbling.

"Get out," ordered the driver. Ruth hesitated, but the driver got out, came around to their side and pulled them out. They half fell, half leaped down from the high seat onto rutted clay. "Missy, you know the routine. Find somewhere to pee and meet us back here at the cab. No funny business now. This is no place to get lost." The driver grabbed Ryan and forcibly directed him toward the back of the rig. Ryan stumbled awkwardly along the rutted ground and fallen branches. It seemed an awful long way to the back of the trailer just to piss in the dark, but Ryan said nothing. The driver had been in an increasingly bad mood as the night wore on and Ryan had no interest in provoking him. The driver let go and Ryan heard him pissing onto the ground. He'd just decided to pee as well when he felt a strong arm grab him and before he could even think, a thick wad of cloth was shoved into his mouth. He gagged on the grease-smelling rag; he bent over, feeling like he was going to wretch, but the driver caught him, tied another piece of cloth around his mouth and the back of his head and pulled it into a tight knot. Ropes were wrapped around his legs and his arms tied tightly to his body. Too late, Ryan tried to lunge out and stop the driver, but already his body was bound into a single useless limb. He toppled over onto the ground and lay there futilely trying to move or to scream.

"Naked piece of shit," growled the driver, "I should leave you here to die while I make out with your girl. But, to show you I still have a heart, I'll take you with me."

The driver leaned down and with surprising strength lifted Ryan bodily, stood him on his feet and dragged him to the back end of the truck. He grabbed him by his lower legs, lifted him precariously into the air and slammed him with spine-cracking force against the back of the truck. Ryan's feet just barely caught purchase on the small piece of metal deck. The door was cold against his back and some type of hinge or clasp dug straight into him. He didn't dare move. If he lost his balance he would topple face first onto the hard ground. He heard a long rasping noise and then the driver pulled a nylon strap straight across his body and clamped it on the other side. Another strap and Ryan was securely bound to the back of the truck, naked, his penis still pointing erect into the darkness of a remote Georgia night.

He heard the trudge of heavy shoes on pine needles as the driver disappeared back towards the cab of the truck. There was the roar of the engine coming to life and the truck slowly began to move.

In front Ruth sat huddled and scared out of her wits in the front seat. She had already tried the door and knew it was locked even if she dared to throw herself out of a moving truck in the middle of who knew where. To her question about Ryan the driver had snarled.

"Left him back there in the forest to rot, little Missy. You cooperate and we might go pick him back up again when we're done. Get my drift?"

They travelled for what seemed like miles, but Ruth couldn't be sure. It was hard to gauge the actual speed of the truck on the rough, narrow track that could hardly be called a road. The darkness deepened, if that were possible. The light from the headlights shown into black holes of nothingness. Branches scraped along the sides of the trailer. They came to a stop. The driver switched off the engine and turned and looked at Ruth in the sudden silence. The headlights remained on, beamed into impenetrable forest.

At the back of the truck Ryan stood bound, gagged, naked and immobile, his ears strained for the slightest sound that would tell him what was going on. His eyes pierced the darkness in vain. with only more darkness visible. It was so dark he began to hallucinate. Was that a car he saw? A person? He'd heard that if the sensory organs were deprived of perception the mind made up sensations to fill the void. He felt his head begin to reel with dizziness. The oily rags were filling his throat, mouth and noise with poisonous fumes. He blinked his eyes which burned with fumes and fear and the attempt to sort out phantoms in the darkness. A crunch of pine needles caught his ear but was immediately drowned out by a scream. Ruth!

End of Part 7

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