Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 4 Dan awoke about 5.00am to the sound of Justine dry-retching over the side of the bed and incoherently cursing and groaning. He got up and poured a pint glass of water and went over to her. She was lying on her front with her head over the side of the bed. Her eyes were still shut but flew wide open at the sound of his gentle voice. "Here, drink this; you'll need lots of fluids to re-hydrate yourself and it will help with the hangover" She stared at him for a long time and he could see the pain and confusion in her beautiful green eyes which then started to flick around the interior of the van taking in her surroundings. Her eyes returned to him and she took the glass without a word and drank it greedily. She held out the glass to him. "More?" She nodded and closed her eyes again and rolled onto her back. He refilled the glass and went back to her but she had fallen asleep again so he rolled her over onto her side and pulled the sheet back over her and left her to sleep some more, made himself a cup of tea and sat back down in the passenger seat She woke again about two hours later and without lifting her head or opening her eyes croaked in a hoarse whisper: "Could I have some more water please?" "Of course, would you like something for your headache?" She nodded and then regretted it as it obviously made her headache worse. He found two pain-killers in his first aid pack and went over to the bed. "Can you manage this yourself or would you like me to hold your head up?" "Help me please" she replied in a low croak. He put his left arm under her shoulders and cradled her head in the crook of his arm and shoulder with her glorious auburn hair falling all around. He gently swept her hair away from her face and lifted the glass to her lips and she took a long swallow. "Open wide for the tablets" he said and she obeyed automatically and he dropped them onto her tongue and held the glass back up to her lips and she swallowed and drank half the glass. "Enough, thank you" she croaked and snuggled back into the crook of his arm and closed her eyes. He started to gently remove his arm when she reached across and held onto him. "Can you stay there please for just a while? My head feels better like this". "It may be better for you but my back is killing me in this position so shift over so I can get on the bed" he said gently. He got himself onto the edge of the bed and lay down and she snuggled into the crook of his arm with her breasts against his side and left arm across his stomach and chest. It was such an intimate situation that he naturally started to stroke her buttocks through the sheet with his left hand and her head with his right as she fell asleep. He quickly reminded himself that the little brain was taking over and moved his left hand to her hip and then he too found himself falling asleep, exhausted after the uncomfortable night in the front seat. He woke about two hours later with a hard-on that would have cracked rock and a desperate need to come and realised that her hand had dropped lower while they slept and was now periodically gripping and stroking his shaft through his shorts. He had no idea if she was awake or asleep but the imminent ejaculation into his shorts would certainly wake her! He gently took her hand away and breathed a sigh of relief as she did not stir and a sigh of frustration from the `blue balls' feeling. He gently moved away from her and off the bed and laid her head back down. She did stir at that and looked at him groggily with one eye. "Do you want any more water?" she shook her head, "ok go back to sleep, I need to go to the toilet" She closed her eye and he moved away as fast as the huge boner tenting his shorts would allow. After the trip to the toilet he walked over to where Eloise's RV was parked to tell them where she was as they would probably be worried. In fact, it was a puzzle they had not come to ask last night as, storm or no storm, a missing teenager should have generated some concern. When he reached the RV which was the size of a large passenger coach the only person about was one of the hired help who was in the last stages of prepping the vehicle to leave the site. The Frenchman spoke very little English but Dan learnt enough to know that Henri had left suddenly the previous evening taking Eloise with him and that the vehicle was to be driven to Switzerland. When he returned to the VW Justine was awake and turned to look at him as he slid the door open. "How do you feel, would you like some more water or something?" "I feel like shit, if you must know" she started to respond in the attitude voice from their first meeting but then realised it was not his fault and her voice softened "but thank you for looking after me. How did I get here?" She screwed her face up as she tried to remember what had happened. "You don't remember?" he asked quizzically and she shook her head slowly. "Well I found you completely wasted outside last night, soaking wet in the storm and with a cut foot" She instinctively looked down at her foot and then her hangover befuddled brain started to work as she looked down at the T shirt. "Who changed my clothes?" She asked accusatorily, her voice rising. "That would be me, they were wet and you had puked up a couple of times" he said in a voice that tried to be jocular but just came out patronising. "You fucking pervert, you're just like all men trying to cop of feel of teenage arse! Well did you? Did you touch my pussy and maul my pert tits while I was out of it, you fucking WANKER?" She was almost beside herself with rage by this time and Dan was completely taken aback by the venomous attack but could hardly say what had really occurred. "Whoa there, I really don't think you need to be so rude and vulgar about it. Yes, I saw you naked but I'm not sure I had much choice other than to leave you to bleed to death or die from alcohol poisoning and hypothermia in the rain. I chose not to do that but you can piss off now if you prefer because I certainly don't need your attitude problem right now or ever. Piss off to the police station and make a complaint if you want to, I've got nothing to be ashamed of." Either the force of his response or the logic of his answer started to have an effect as she looked guiltily at him and lay back down on the bed and turned away from him. He then realised she had started to cry as her body was racked by huge sobs. He moved towards the bed and stroked her back until she quietened. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm just not thinking straight, I'm missing my mum and dad so please forgive me for being such a bitch" she said in a quiet girlish voice. He bent and kissed the back of her head. "Nothing to apologise for, you've had a bad experience and other people might also jump to same conclusion" he said, hoping that no-one would ever know the truth. She turned her head towards him, "will you lie up on the bed with me again, like spoons." He was uncertain but she looked pleadingly at him with those beautiful green eyes and he climbed onto the bed behind her and lay down. Given her earlier tirade he did not want to give any impression that he was `copping a feel' so he kept his hands out of the way. "Give me your right hand, please" she asked, reaching back with her own hand and placed both of them under her cheek so that his right arm was cuddling the top half of her body. She moved back against him so that her slim buttocks were against his groin and he immediately knew this was a bad idea as his cock started to twitch. The one saving grace was that she was the other side of the sheet from him but that did little to protect him as she wiggled her arse back at him and he had to keep retreating. "Daddy used to cuddle me like this when I was little" she sighed, "but we haven't done it for a while now". Dan could guess why and incestuous visions sprang into his head which did nothing to help the state of his ever-thickening cock. Trying to keep his little brain at bay he decided to be serious. "How come you were out there last night and where did you get the brandy, do you remember anything?" She was quiet for a long time and he then felt her start to cry again. "Justine, what's the matter, is it something you want to talk about it?" She didn't move or say anything for a while until she released his hand and rolled over and looked at him with her beautiful eyes tear stained and puffy. "If I tell you, do you promise not to tell Mummy?" she asked, looking pleadingly at him. "I don't know if I can make that promise sweetheart, it depends what it is and whether it's something your mum should know about. Is it something she would want to know about and do something in response?" Justine thought some more and tears welled in her eyes again. He dabbed at them with the edge of the sheet and felt he needed to give her a compromise. "Ok, I'll not say anything unless I think it's something she would really want to know and be cross with me for holding back. I've never seen her cross but I guess it would be pretty fearsome, her being Irish and that" he smiled at her and then continued "and you're only half Irish and so will be only half as cross, which will be easier to deal with!" She pushed him playfully on the chest and grinned and said "don't you believe it! I'm also half French and we can be very volatile, so tread carefully" "I will, because I saw how volatile you were when you called me a pervert earlier on" he grinned at her. "Ouch! I deserved that" and she lowered her head and closed her eyes and was silent for a long while before saying quietly: "Henri really did touch my arse and yesterday he tried to force me to suck his cock and I said I wouldn't because I was saving that for ..." she trailed off. "What the fuck?" he lifted her chin and looked into her deep green eyes and knew that she was telling the truth. He was struggling to cope with the knowledge and also what he should do about it. Marie certainly would want to know but ... Justine had actually sucked his own cock, not that he forced her to ... shit ... shit! "Ok, tell me the whole story if you want to talk about it" he said slowly. She thought for a moment before replying. "Yes, I feel I can tell you! I don't know why because I hardly know you and yet here we are lying in bed together! How do you do that, because you and mum ended up fucking like demons within hours of meeting each other and she definitely is more reserved than that normally?" "Urm, I don't know because that was the first time that had ever happened to me. Anyway, how do you know we fucked like demons?" She was silent and ducked her head down again and said in quiet guilty whisper: "I was watching the pair of you on the sun-bed for a long time before I interrupted" "Shit" he thought but the image of her watching was definitely getting a reaction from his cock. "Ahhh, ok, moving swiftly on ..." She lifted her head back up and her eyes bored into his: "No, I have more to say. The pair of you looked so hot, not just from the sex but you were so into each other when we at the restaurant like you'd been lovers forever and it was so beautiful because my mum deserves someone like you." She said in a rush and then paused before continuing in a quieter voice: "I just couldn't help myself and touched my ..., you know, ... down there ... until I heard her come when you pushed your thumb up her arse ... and ... that made me come as well", The last words came out in a rush and her eyes glazed at the memory and she rubbed her thighs together. Dan gulped at this frank confession and his cock continued to stretch and thicken which worried him greatly because it would be poking her in the stomach very shortly so he tried to discretely to back his groin away. "Erh, too much information I think" and then tried to get the conversation back on track "Tell me what happened with Henri and why you were so wasted?" Justine pulled herself together and looked at him. "Are you going to tell Mum, now you know?" "Well I think it's something she should know don't you?" She closed her eyes and groaned, "yes ... and ... no ... because she'll over-react and I've already sorted it". "How have you sorted it?" And so she told him the whole story. She'd had frequent sleepovers at Eloise's house which her father had actively encouraged, presumably because it resulted in hoards of semi-clad nubile young girls lying around the pool or in the living areas, and he would often be in the pool with them. She had never noticed him particularly ogling her before but on one occasion she was getting out of the pool and adjusting her bikini bottoms which had turned into a wedgy between her arse cheeks when he swam up behind and offered to help her with the problem. She'd giggled politely and said she could sort it and had gone to lie down on a sun-bed. Thereafter he would pop up everywhere she went and there was always something that he thought needed fixing with her clothing. Normally the girls would all "camp" in a big nursery room but on the last occasion he decided that it was too crowded and would Justine mind sleeping in one of the spare rooms. This wasn't half as much fun as being in the big room but she'd agreed and when he called "lights out" she went with him to the bedroom. As she walked past him into the room he ran his hand very deliberately over her PJ clad arse. She had looked at him surprise and he said that he had wanted to do that for a long time as she had a beautiful arse. At this point, Dan was tempted to agree but didn't want to distract her. She'd been a bit confused as to what to do or say so she had just giggled and got under the sheets while he stood in the doorway with a funny look on his face and a noticeable bulge in his trousers. She eventually got off to sleep only to be woken with a start by the feel of a hand on her buttock. It was Henri again and he was startled when she woke up. He said that he'd just been checking on everybody and noticed that her sheets had fallen off and was just putting them back over her. Again, she was unsure what to say, but thanked him and locked the door after he left. She had not told Marie anything about it but started to decline further invites to sleepovers at Eloise's house. The invite for the holiday was too good an opportunity to pass up and she knew she would be sleeping in a separate RV from him and made sure that Marie was around when he was anywhere near and she had avoided any problems until Marie went to Dublin. On the afternoon of Marie's departure, Henri had been waiting for Justine in her bedroom as she came out of the shower in the luxury RV wearing only a towel. He was lying on the bed wearing swim shorts and flipping through what she thought was one of her magazines until he turned it towards her and she realised it was a porno featuring older guys with young red-head girls. She gasped when she saw what it was and was horrified when he said he would like her to model some of the poses with him because she was more beautiful than any of the girls in the pictures. He grabbed the hem of the towel and pulled her towards the bed so that she fell across his lap and the towel unravelled. She could feel his hard cock through his swim shorts and the next thing she knew he was running his hands over her naked arse globes and dipping fingers down from her anus to her pussy. She protested and struggled against him but all that did was excite him even more and allow him easier access to her arse and pussy. Not knowing what else to do she burst into tears which prompted him to leave in case she started screaming. The next day, yesterday, they had gone to a local restaurant for lunch and he had kept topping her wine glass up far more frequently than Marie would have approved and she was quite wobbly by the time they got back to the RV. She went to her room to lie down while Eloise went to the beach. She was just about to send a text to Marie when Henri came into her room and dropped his shorts showing a small but erect cock. He got very angry and demanded that she stop being a cock tease. He said he knew she wanted it because she was always flaunting her arse at him like the teenage slut she was. She had the presence of mind to surreptitiously start the video recording on her phone at this point. He shoved his cock in her face demanding that she suck it until he came in her mouth and after that he would fuck her cunt and arse. She had pushed him away and pleaded with him to stop and get out but he didn't take any notice and telling him she was a virgin just seemed to make it worse. "Funny that" thought Dan Trying a different tactic she scorned the size of his cock saying that she was saving herself for a man she knew with a huge cock who would really let her know she had been fucked but this enraged him even more. "No shit, Sherlock" thought Dan At this point she was saved by the noise of one of the hired help getting on the RV which Henri heard as well. He pulled up his trunks and left her room promising he would be back later to take her cherry. Shaking from the emotion of it all she had first checked the phone and although there was very little useable video the audio was clear enough and she uploaded it to her gmail account. Needing to get away she felt that she would be safe if she was with Eloise and had got dressed for the beach. She was about to leave when he came back into the room carrying a bottle of brandy, saying that maybe she needed another drink to get in the mood. His eyes had lit up when he had seen what she was wearing and pushed her back on the bed grabbing the strings of her bikini bottom as he did so and one of the strings broke as she fell. He turned her on her front and ... At this point Justine hesitated and Dan waited for her to go on but the silence lengthened. "Don't talk about it if you don't want to. You got away which is the main thing and you're safe now" "No I want to explain something if only to myself .......... he pulled my buns apart and stuck .......... stuck his tongue in my arsehole and ........" "And what?" said Dan after another silence. "And .................... after a while ....... I really started to like it" she said in a rush searching his face for disapproval; "does that make me a slut like he said?" Dan found that he had been holding his breath and exhaled loudly. The little brain was also working overtime as he thought of burying his own tongue between those gorgeous cheeks and rimming her rosebud and he backed his groin away still further. "No of course not, there are all sorts of things that people like about sex but `liking' doesn't make them sluts. I'm not sure I know what the definition of a slut is but I think it probably has something to do with the number of people they do stuff with at any one time either in an orgy or just having multiple partners on the go. But then I'm a bit of a one-woman man so I'm prejudiced. Anyway how did you get away?" She seemed satisfied with his response although looked slightly disappointed which surprised him slightly. "He was licking my arse when he started pushing his fingers into my pussy and stopped when he reached my hymen, I am really still a virgin" she said looking at him for a response but he kept his face neutral. Henri had stopped and said incredulously "you really are a virgin, you little slut, how incredible", which made Justine mad so, despite the pleasure she was getting from his tongue in her arse, she had grabbed the brandy bottle off the bed and swung it back at him. She hadn't hit him hard enough to break the bottle but it caught him on the nose which started to bleed all over the place and he then started blubbing like a baby. In the confusion she had got up from the bed retied the bikini bottoms back on as best she could and told him about the video evidence and how she would email it to his wife and business partners if he ever touched her again. "I took the bottle and got out of there just as the storm hit. I sat in the woods over where you and mum ..... ooops ... yeah, sorry I was watching that too .... and started drinking to stop myself from thinking about ... it ....and ... well after a while the buzz from the brandy was making me feel good ... and so I ... I touched myself again and thought of .... ." she trailed off for a few moments of reverie. "Then it starts to get a bit blurry, I think I remember being next door at the RV but not a lot else ..... although ....." she looked up at him coyly. "Although .... what?" said Dan starting to panic that she might remember sucking his cock. "Oh, just that I had some pretty wild dreams" "Oh fuck" thought Dan, "she knows". "Well excess alcohol does that you know, I was worried at one point that you might need to have your stomach pumped but you puked a lot of up. Anyway, how's the headache, do you want anything to eat or drink?" he said, quickly diverting the subject. "I so don't want any food as my stomach is churning and my head still feel like shit so maybe another dose of painkillers would help. I do need more water as my mouth and throat are very dry". He got off the bed to get the tablets which she swallowed and then drank the rest of the glass of water and rolled on her back and he noticed her large nipples pointing up through the fabric of her T shirt and the sheet. "Ok, we need to get in contact with your mum or dad and get you on a plane to Dublin or Paris. First we need to go over to the RV and get your stuff ...." he tailed off "shit, they were packing it up this morning to head for Switzerland. Was all your stuff in it, clothes, passport .. or is anything left next door?" She nodded and then shook her head, her eyes wide with panic. "Ok, I'll go over to see if they left your stuff behind, especially your passport. You stay here and try and go back to sleep" Not only was the large RV gone but a new one had taken its' place and `no' there had not been anything left behind when the new occupants pulled up. Dan went to the office to see if anything had been left there but this proved fruitless as well. If they could not retrieve her passport she would not be able to get a flight out and she couldn't even take a train from Croatia as the borders were not part of the Schengen agreement and a passport would be needed. If they went to the embassy to get new travel documents it could take several days and besides, it was late on a Friday and by the time they got to Zagreb, it was likely to be closed until Monday. He could drive all the way to Paris in that time. Hopefully the border checks out of Croatia were as cursory on the way out as they had been on the way in. Once into Slovenia there were no border checks so long as they avoided Switzerland. She was asleep when he got back to the VW and he tried not to wake her but eyes opened with the noise of the sliding door moving. "Sorry, I was trying to be quiet" She smiled back at him and said it was alright as she was feeling much better and needed to go to the toilet and have a shower. After that she might even be ready for something to eat. Dan explained the situation about her stuff and passport and she again started to look panicked until he calmed her down by explaining his plan. "What happens if they do want to see my passport at the border?" she asked. "We'll smuggle you across, they won't even know you are there to ask for papers" he replied with a smile, which made her even more worried until he showed the compartment under the bed which was big enough for her to hide in. "What happens if they search the van and find me?" "Let us hope they don't because they will think that I'm a people trafficker moving underage prostitutes for the sex trade elsewhere in Europe and it will probably take a while to convince them otherwise" She giggled, struck an innocent but provocative pose with a very sexy pout and said in a very poor Russian accent "I am young peasant girl from the Ukraine and this man has locked me in this van and had his wicked way with me for days" "You are feeling better! If you say it like that they'll want to lock you in a van themselves and have their wicked ... ooops! Sorry! Inappropriate comment alert!" She got out of bed and came over to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him quickly on the lips. "There Mr. Sex-trafficker, your daily dose of wicked way, just for you, to say thank you for all you have done for me. Now can I borrow your phone to ring mum and dad to tell them what the plan is as I have no idea where mine is?" "I don't have one" "You ... don't ... have ... a ... mobile phone?" she asked incredulously. "Nobody I wanted to contact on this trip and nobody to contact me but I'm sure there is a payphone at the office, can you remember their numbers?" and he could see by her panicked look that she didn't. "All on speed dial?" She nodded and then explained that she didn't know what her father's ex-directory landline number was either or email addresses for anybody. He was starting to get cross with frustration and, thinking it was directed at her, Justine started to get upset and tears sprang to her eyes. Realising he was being a complete twat he reached for her and wrapped her in his arms and kissed the top of head. "Come on sweetheart, don't cry I can't bear to see your gorgeous eyes all teary and puffy, it spoils your beauty" he joked and she looked at him with a quizzical smile and asked uncertainly: "Do you really think my eyes are gorgeous and I'm beautiful?" Instead of pausing the little brain dove straight in. "You and your mum could almost be twins and up until today I thought she was the single most beautiful woman in the world but now I have to declare a tie because I can't decide which of you wins" he smiled. A look of quiet pleasure passed through her eyes, followed by a question: "What made you change your mind?" "Simple. You've stopped sulking and like your mum, you light up the world when you smile" She reached her left hand up and stroked his cheek and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Right answer! Thank you". "So like her mum!" he thought at which point the light bulb came on in his head. "Hang on, your mum gave me her mobile number on a piece of paper it's here somewhere" They eventually found the damp and muddy item on the on the floor of the van where it had been blown during the storm. It was practically illegible! They were out of contact! They needed to get her back as quickly as possible before Marie or Justine's father started to worry where she was, especially if they rang her phone and she didn't answer.