On her way across Europe Anastasija had hitch-hiked quite often and never ever had anything happened to her. Of course this was especially due to the fact that she usually did not go with men on such occasions and waited until she found some girl or woman to share a ride. Only once had she found the courage to go with a guy, but this was only because she was stuck in the middle of nowhere and his car was the only one to be seen in two long hours of walking on the side of a mountain road between France and Spain. Maybe it had been in Andorra, she couldn't really remember. The guy was quite young and good-looking, so instead of offering him any money, she had paid for a long and funny ride with a little something he would probably not forget his entire life...she had already almost forgotten about him, when the taste of him had vanished from her mouth after she had brushed her teeth. It had been a shy guy, sweet, but nothing of interest for Anastasija anyway. If the young Russian was entirely true and honest to herself, she had to admit that the lower potential of being raped was only a part (a big one, though) of her look-out for female drivers. She was young and attractive and not opposed for a little romantic adventure on her way across Europe: Where else could she have embraced her bisexuality than here in Western Europe, the continent of true freedom? Not in Mother Russia she couldn't, her parents and her grand-parents would have most likely died of shame if they had known about her...nature. She loved her parents and her grand-parents a lot, but they were old-timers and no matter how open, modern and liberal they were, they would never accept her sweet daughter being bisexual or - god forbid - lesbian.<br/><br/>With a look at Pauline, she had to think about her parents, imagining her parents seeing her with the older woman in the driver's cab of a truck and she just had to chuckle a little bit. Ignoring the confused look of Pauline she talked a long time to the former army soldier. Anastasija listened when Pauline told her war stories from Afghanistan and some of the little stories possibly every truck driver and veteran had to tell. And in return, the Russian girl told Pauline about growing up in Russia, how it was to be living through puberty in a land where tradition and modern life were so coalesced that you never knew if a certain question would be easily answered or would cause trouble. She even hinted to Pauline at her own not really "traditional" sexual orientation without telling her outright that she was cool with boys, but preferred women, before she talked about how liberating it had been the day she left her home for her "year off" as she called it. The day went by with them talking and Anastasija didn't even notice or care where exactly they were - Pauline seemed trustworthy enough that she would not end up in a city or location that was completely opposite to her destination.<br/><br/>The road seemed endless and Germany's landscape rushed by the windows in a soothing and soporific manner, which - combined with less and less talking and smooth rock on the radio - made Anastasija a little drowsy. When Pauline spoke up again, hinting that she would soon have to stop, Anastasija wasn't even sure if the short-haired woman had actually been talking to her or to herself. Also she was quite sure that she had been falling asleep more than once in the past couple of hours, she finally felt a little aftereffects of the very unstable and unpredictable life she had been living for quite some time now. Also her activities, going sight-seeing or hitch-hiking, which almost always included hours of walking, were now taking their toll. So when Pauline asked her, if she was joining her for the night, the young Russian answered only half-awake with a nod and a mumbled "Sure, why not?" The service area came into sight, but the blue-green eyes of the younger woman were almost shut close again, she was tired enough to fall asleep right away and for the rest of the night. Only when the doors were locked, she was kicked awake by a sudden explosion of adrenaline.<br/><br/>"Your...what?", she asked, referring to the mentioned modifications and getting more and more awake by the second. Her right hand tried to open the passenger's door, but it was securely locked. Anastasija, a little panicking right now, looked at Pauline in hope for a little comfort there, or maybe the hints of a joke on her behalf, but she only saw the evil grin of her ride and knew that this time she had probably made a mistake by trusting a woman too much right from the spot. She must have been blind, she told herself while the strong fingers of the army veteran closed around her wrist - not really hurting her, but the grip firm and not accepting any opposition - and eventually pulling her into the compartment behind the heavy curtain that divided the driver's cab from the rest of the truck's room. The first thing Anastasija noticed were the colors: red and black. Then she realized the lack of windows in the cabin. Finally she saw the clearly BDSM-related pictures on the walls. But before she could muster any more objections, she found herself in the small shower and in front of Pauline, sitting on the toilet seat, now naked from the waist down and - as she mentioned - about to pee.<br/><br/>Then the order came and Anastasija must have looked in this moment as a deer in front of a truck, while she took a second or two to weighing her chances and thinking about her options: She was in Germany. She took the ride willingly. She hinted at her sexuality and her bored life back in Russia. Would the police - even if she found a way to run away from Pauline (very doubtful) - believe her? Would they believe a little Russian brat from a country heavily in discord with their own or would they rather believe the army veteran from a land that was a close partner? Ok, so running away and going to the police was no option. Also: Running away seemed pretty impossible with Pauline fully awake and her being in a rather weak state. Plus: Maybe if she played along, Pauline would not only set her free willingly, but perhaps setting her free in Berlin, where she could forget about this whole thing easily enough.<br/><br/>All of this went through her head in an instant, but the most pressing and probably most important thing slammed into her head from the inside like a sledge-hammer: She was kinda aroused by this. Anastasija had silently admired Pauline's looks and the authority and strength she was embodying. And wasn't she searching for some adventure on the way? What could be more adventurous and embracing this situation right here? With a pumping heart she looked down at herself, then back to Pauline and nodded. "Yes, Mistress", she said silently, while taking off her cardigan. Next she pulled her white shirt over her head, exposing her black laced bra just a second before she unbuttoned her tight black jeggings and pulled them down, too, showing off her matching laced black panties. Her shoes were in the driving cab, where she had left them, so she took off her socks, standing now half naked in front of Pauline, not sure how to proceed, but filled up with mixed feelings and sweating a little from a mixture of excitement and fear...