Who Knew?
by SteveAugust
Copyright© 2021 by SteveAugust
Fiction Story: While out working a man comes across a young girl who was apparently being abused. Find out what happens.
Tags: Ma/ft
Background:
I have worked in the oilfield for the last twenty years. I am a independent contract pumper. For the most part my job is simple. I take care of oil and gas wells once they have been completed and are in operation. The most important part of the job is to maintain the highest possible production, wether it is oil which is gathered in the tanks or the natural gas which flows down the pipelines. There is also saltwater which is also collected in tanks and periodically needs to be hauled away. For the most part my job is fairly mundane and can be done in just a few hours with little physical effort, though in the winter months it usually takes twice as long to do. It especially takes longer during freezing temperatures as meters freeze and need to be thawed. Oh, by the way I am also a reserve deputy with the local sheriff’s department, though I have seldom been called up to serve. The few times I have it has usually been to serve legal papers to someone who was had failed to report for jury duty.
My tale:
It was mid-June and I was leaving the last of the wells I take care of. I had just reached the house that was at the entrance to the property, when a girl came running out of the house and right towards my truck. I slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting her.
She was obviously disoriented and unsure of where she was. She had been running in a blind panic and wasn’t sure where she was going. I put the truck in park and got out to help her. There was a blanket which I kept in the truck for emergencies. You never know when your truck will stall and you’ll need the extra warmth. Not so much at this time of the year but definitely in the winter months. I just hadn’t gotten it out of the truck yet.
I was just wrapping the blanket around her when a man ran out the door after her. He was as naked as she was. It is obvious that he was in his late fifties and was screaming at her to come back. He looked up and saw that I had her wrapped in a blanket.
He said, “Get your hands off of her, she’s mine. I paid her mother a thousand dollars for her. She belongs to me.” I could feel her trembling in my arms, afraid I would give her back to him. I said, “I don’t think she wants to be with you.” He replied, “That doesn’t matter. I paid good money for her and I’m going to have her.”
He rushed at me with the intention knocking me out of the way, I’m sure. I got lucky I guess because I laid him out with one punch. I’ve never been very good in a fight and the few times I have fought I rarely won.
After I knocked him out I immediately called a friend of mine. He was was the local sheriff and we had been good friends since high school. I told him the situation and he said he’d come right over to handle it. I also called my ex-wife. She was only five minutes away and said that she and our daughter would come over to help. I was supposed to pick up our daughter for the weekend anyway. Unlike a lot of men and their ex-wives, we had parted on good terms and both took an active role in raising our daughter. I wasn’t sure the girl was, but figured she was about my daughter’s age. We had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday a couple of months ago.
My ex-wife and the sheriff arrived at about the same time. I explained how I found the girl and that the man had tried the rush me before I laid him out.
I had just finished telling them my tale, when the man awoke. He was obviously not yet fully aware of his situation or too drunk to care I don’t know which. At any rate he began yelling that the girl was his and that he’d paid for her fair and square and that she belonged to him.
The girl reacted to his statement by throwing her arms around me and saying, “Please, don’t make me go back to him. Please,,, please. I’ll do anything you want, but don’t give me back to him.” In the process of throwing her arms around me, the blanket fell to the ground and everyone could see her nudity. I have a admit she was a beautiful young girl. She had newly formed cone shaped A-cup breast and a firm bubble butt with an angry red mark. She had obviously been whipped recently, most likely by the man. Her pubic area had yet to grow any pubic hair. I quickly picked up the blanket and recovered her.
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