Undercover Ch. 03

Epilogue

Sandra found herself in a drugged daze lying on a pile of hessian sacks that seemed to rock to a gentle rhythm beneath her. As more of her senses returned to her she realised she was in a goods wagon on a train. Her body seemed slow to respond to her brains instructions as her head turned slowly to take in her surroundings and to assess what was happening to her. She found her left wrist was chained to the wall by means of a 1m long length of chain. There was some water and food left alongside her on the sacks and a bucket wedged next to them. Slowly her brain registered than this set up was meant to make her self sufficient over the rest of the journey. She didn't know how long the journey took as she dozed atop the hard sacks.

Her head seemed a bit clearer as she awoke to find herself riding in the cab of a large truck positioned between the driver and a huge man sharing the bench seat with her. As she looked out through the dusty windscreen all she could see was large flat grass land for as far as she could see. The grass drifted back and forth in the wind like some huge sea and panic ceased Sandra as she felt that she had been cast adrift in some huge ocean whilst still on land.

The huge man passed her some bottled water, which she thanked him for; but then he put a huge rough hand on her skirt and then slid his hand underneath to feel the cool skin of her thighs. Sandra clamped her thighs hard together and tried to slap the man's hand away. The two men just laughed as the truck bounced along and the guy overcame Sandra's weak attempts to fight him off in her drugged state as the guy investigated under her skirt further.

Finally after endless hours the truck pulled over at a road side fuel stop. It was nothing like a western service station, it was just a collection of a couple of hovels, a garage and a couple of battered fuel pumps. Whilst the truck was refilled with fuel