Runaway. Closed for AndyGoat

Eighteen year old Hannah Reynolds had not expected too much from life, but she had dared to hope for more than she'd actually got. She threw clothes and possessions into a large backpack with desperate haste, working her way rapidly around the little room she had in the apartment she shared with her father.

Up until she was 15, her childhood had been an uneventful one. Then her mother had been diagnosed with an inoperable tumour and barely three months later, she had died. Most of Hannah's father had been buried with the woman he loved and as he threw himself into the nearest bottle, Hannah's young life imploded. Her loving father became volatile and bitter, promising one minute to care for her forever and then the next, resenting Hannah as a burden. It didn't help that she looked a lot like her mother and sometimes when he was drunk, Hannah caught her dad looking at her in ways that made her feel uncomfortable.

Things had escalated gradually. Dad's job had gone, his self respect had gone and after that his level of drunkenness could be accurately judged from the cash left in his pocket. Hannah began accompanying him when he got his social security payments, just to ensure the rent got paid and there was food in the cupboards. Then one day, tired of her bitching and interference, Hannah's father had backhanded her across the face and yelled at her to get out of his sight. In the months since that happened, he had lashed out at her with increasing regularity. The final straw came when he started asking Hannah whether she had a boyfriend and commenting on how much she had 'grown.' He had shown precious little interest in her life, her friends or her academic career so she was highly suspicious. Hannah did not like the look in his eye these days and she was not about to stick around and find out what happened next. Hannah had had no time for boyfriends because her grades were her only ticket out. She never had the money to socialise and was not about to invite anyone home so she had simply never got that close to most of her classmates.

That night, Hannah had discovered he had raided the money she had made from a Saturday job in a diner. When her father rolled home drunk, she let rip at him. Once again he had tried to thump her but Hannah had dodged out of the way. Having over-reached himself, her father went crashing to the floor, where he now lay unconscious. Hannah had until he came around to pack up and go. She did not want to be here when he woke up and realised what had happened.

Her plan was to walk to her best friend's house, which was about 5 miles away. She figured she could make good time even with the weight of her backpack. She had hardly any cash on her and not much in her checking account so she was just going to have to go on foot. Samantha would understand, she was the only person Hannah had confided in about what she was going through.

There was a grunt and some movement from the hallway. Hannah took a last glance around the room, zipped up her bag and threw on a light leather jacket. With no further hesitation, she marched out into the hallway, stepped over her father and headed out into the night.

A couple of miles into her journey, Hannah was tired and footsore. Her pace had slowed and she cut a pitiful figure as she ambled along the street. She had managed to leave her cell phone plugged into the charger in her room so she had no way of telling Samantha that she was coming. Her bright idea was starting to tarnish somewhat but she persevered. Her iPod kept her company as she marched along to the beat of her favourite records.

Jay was feeling twitchy as hell. He and his brothers had been cranking all day and the bars were dead. Closing came too soon and the only pussy he had seen all night was some old hag who was spoken for by on of the old guys. He and the crew rolled out of the bar, looking for a score or a fight or a bitch, but this late, the pickings were pretty slim.

He got on his bike, an old Katana he had rebuilt, and the boys mounted up on theirs. They were the new generation of Broken Wings, done with the fat hairy oldsters and their fat hairy bikes. They and their bikes were lean and fast and sharp as knives, and they raced eachother down the street, each one wanting to be ahead, but none wanting to break too far away of the pack.

Somehow it got decided that they would go to Tio's house. Tio was everyone's uncle, and as far as Jay knew, noone really knew his name. He was the last of the old gang left, and he was the one who kept them in business, keeping the whole west side full of coke, and he didn't go out much. Staying behind the scenes was more his style, which was probably why he wasn't dead or in prison like the rest of the old guys.

When the others turned onto Washington Ave, Jay kept going out towards the suburbs. Lee had almost cut him off twice, and Jay was too wired to laugh it off. He figured he'd loop around and meet them back at the house and have it out with Lee. Better they banged eachother up than the bikes, and it would make clear who was running things. On the street, anyway. Tio would always be the one running things.

And then, like she was in a spotlight walking under a streetlamp, he saw the pussy. Not a fucked-up, strung-out whore or some bitch looking to be tough by having a boyfriend in a gang, but clean pussy. He slowed down as he came near, watching it walking along, sweet little butt twitching, sending out a signal that he knew. He roared off down the street, looking around, and then he smiled. The train yard was just ahead. It would be deserted at this time of night, with plenty of darkness. He pulled his bke between a couple of boxcars and killed the motor.

He looked around the corner and saw her, still heading right this way, slowly, trudging along like she had been walking for miles. He called Lee. From the music he hard, he knew they were at Tio's.

"Shut up," he said when Lee started bitching at him. "Get Tio, and come down to the train yard. Don't ride, drive the fucking car. I got something here."

He looked around the car, she was almost here. He grinned. It would take them at least twenty minutes to get down here. Looked like he was going to have a little time with her before the rest of the crew showed. When she walked past the car he was hiding behind, he just stepped out and grabbed her, one hand over her mouth and the othergrabbing her arm and twisting it up behind her back. He pulled her back in the shadows and shoved her down on the gravel.

She never even saw him.

Wired up to her iPod, Hannah had been completely unaware of any danger. She had not seen or heard the bike pull in ahead of her and she was equally oblivious to its rider until he struck. A big hand fell over her mouth and nose as her arm was twisted painfully up her back. She was being pulled backwards before she even knew what was happening, her feet dragging futilely in front of her. Then, he pushed her forwards onto the ground Her tiny 5ft frame hit the dirt hard, her skinny jeans ripping at the knee as he brought his weight down over her and her backpack. Hannah felt like her arm would snap and it took tremendous effort to heave air past his hand and into her stricken lungs.

She screamed into his hand but he wrenched her arm and grunted his displeasure. Hannah fell abruptly silent, feeling the hot ache pulsing through her arm, terrified out of further resistance.

He lay on top of her, pinning her to the ground and holding her mouth shut to muffle her screams. She was tiny, he had a foor of height and probably 60 pounds on her, but she was putting up as much of a fight as she could. It wasn't too hard to get her jeans unbuttoned, but to slide them down, he had to lift his weight off her, and as soon as he did, she started kicking and struggling like a wildcat.

He was stumped for a minute, his brain a little fuzzy from rum and cocaine, but his solution was simple. He punched her in the back of the head twice, punching her face down onto the gravel. That calmed her down long enough for him to drag her jeans and her panties down to her ankles. He grabbed her hips and pulled her limp body onto her knees and then opened his pants and pulled his cock out. The scuffling had made him hard, and he heard her moaning as she started to come bac to consciousness.

She was dry at first, but her body knew what was good for her, even if she didn't, and he worked himself into her and after a few strokes she started to slick up a little. He grabbed her hair and pulled back as he slammed his cock into her. Her screams echoed off the boxcars, but he didn't care anymore who heard her.

The whole night had him so keyed up that it was over in a few minutes. He slammed into her one final time and then he shuddered and groaned with relief as his cum pumped into her pussy, along with most of his anger and teh reckless energy he had been full of. He pulled out of her and wiped his cock on the back of her shirt before he tucked it back into his leather jeans. He planted a foot on teh spill of her hair and stood up, pinned her head to the ground, and he lit a cigarette. Now he was done, he was a little nervous, wondering what was holding Lee and Tio and the rest of them up.

The bag was ripped from her body and tossed aside. Any hope Hannah might have had that this man wanted cash rather than pussy was extinguished as he threw her expensive iPod out of sight and unbuttoned her jeans.

Despite her fear, Hannah could not simply lie there compliantly while he stripped her and she fought wildly, scrabbling at the gravel and trying to haul herself out from under this huge man. She still had no clue what he looked like, all she knew was that he was tall, broad-shouldered and strong as an ox.

Two rapid blows hit the back of her head and Hannah smacked the dirt hard, her nose popping and one cheekbone splitting and searing with pain. She stopped struggling then, dazed and semi-conscious as her assailant took the opportunity to yank down her jeans. He pulled her up onto all fours and it was then that she felt his hot, hard cock against her skin. Hannah tried to crawl forwards but it was just hopeless. He shoved his dick up against her, sliding over her dry pussylips until he found her entrance. Hannah managed to force out no more than a weak, strangled cry at what was about to happen.

Then he started pushing.

He forced his cock into her dry hole, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise and pulling her back inch by inch onto him. He reached her hymen but was not at all deterred. He pushed and shoved and pulled on her until he had smashed through that barrier and punched her cervix. Hannah screamed at the burning pain, feeling the rush of blood from his penetration. He pulled back, dragging his hard cock back through her stinging, burning, swollen flesh, then surged forwards, his way clear now. Hannah yelped and bucked, clawing at the gravel. It was brutal. He slammed into her again and again, grunting and growling with effort and arousal. By the time Hannah's stricken pussy started moistening in self defence, he was done with her, shoving himself even deeper and yanking her back onto him by her hair. She felt him pulse and spurt, filling her virgin pussy with cum and fuck alone knew what infections this bastard was carrying. Hannah realised that she was not on birth control. The thought of getting pregnant from such a vicious rape was nauseating and she retched onto the floor with shock and horror as he pulled out and casually wiped himself on her tank top.

She waited agonising moments to see if he would let her go. She still had not seen his face, so she figured he might risk letting her run. She froze as he got to his feet and then yelped with indignation as he brought a heavy boot down on her shiny black hair. Hannah grabbed her jeans and panties and started hauling them up, twisting onto her back and looking up at her rapist. He was bathed in moonlight and he seemed impossibly tall from her vantage point as he towered above her. Hannah gasped in horror at what she saw.

He was beautiful.

Not catwalk beautiful but young and handsome in black leathers that moulded to his muscular frame. His chiselled jaw jutted arrogantly above her as he pulled on his cigarette with a nonchalance that made her want to scream. Hannah could have understood if he had been old or ugly, bitter and misogynistic. This guy would have no trouble pulling girls and yet he had chosen to drag her off and rape her. It was a whole new level of obscene.

She followed his gaze and realised he was looking towards the road, waiting. That was bad. That was definitely bad. Hannah pulled herself together, fastened her jeans over her bleeding pussy and scrambled onto her knees at his feet. She started pulling her hair out from under his boot.

"You can let me go now, ok? You got what you wanted, right? I won't tell anyone, I swear. You can just let me go now... please..."

He ground his heel into her hair by way of a reply, making her attempt to free herself more difficult. He did not even glance at her. His eyes were still on the road.

"Just get off me! Get the fuck off me you bastard and let me go! You had your fun, ok? Just fucking let me go now!"

She gripped her hair with both fists and pulled on it, desperate to get away from this fucking psycho.

Lee swung the old car around the corner into the trainyard and cut the lights. Jay hadn't said what he had down here, so he and Shane and Alex were all packing all the heat they could carry. He rolled slowly, eyes scanning. He hated driving the fucking car, which was slow, which turned like a cow and was too big togo anywhere except where it was supposed to. He could be sitting up at Tio's house, drinking and safe instead of prowling around looking for who the fuck knew what.

"There," Alex whispered, and pointed over my some boxcars. Lee looked just in time to catch the light in his eyes when Jay flashed the headlight of his bike again.

"Motherfucker," he growled and rolled the car over to where Jay was standing. He turned the headlights on for revenge, and Jay winced and held his arm up. That's when they all saw what he had found. He left the headlights on and they all piled out of the car, Shane giggling the way he always did around bitches. He was a sick kid, if half the stuff Lee had heard about what Shane did in the Juvie Jail was true.

Shane was almost running, but Lee put his hand out, holding him back. "I drove. You're going last," he said.

Jay leaned down and dragged the girl to her feet. Her nose was broken and bloody and her cheek was all swollen and turning anasty black and blue, but he could tell, just the way Jay had, that this was a nice girl.

Alex and Shane were laughing and clapping Jay on the back, but Lee scowled. Noone talked about it, but he and Jay were silently, secretly at war. There could only be one boss, and Tio wasn't going to live forever. It was shit like this that could tip the scale.

"You fucked her face all up, bro," he said. It wasn't much, but it was alll he could really do to undercut the score, make it a little less of a point for Jay, but Jay laughed it off.

"Go ahead, man," he said to Lee. "You might not have earned it, but you sure as hell need to get laid."

Jay pushed the bitch towards him, and Lee punched her in the stomach, since he couldn't punch Jay. Alex and Shane grabbed her arms and held her while Lee took out his blade and started cutting. He had her clothes off in a few seconds, and if he had been a little sloppy, if she was bleeding a little, who cared? The headlights of the car showed that she had a perfect little body, nice little tits and slender hips with enough in back to give him something to hold onto.

He shoved her on her back and kicked her legs open before laying on top of her to pin her. He opened his jeans and started to fuck her, Alex holding her arms over her head so she couldn't fight back. After a few minutes thrusting, he came and they switched places, and he sneered as he watched Alex's ass jackrabbiting up and down as he jammed his cock into her, with Shane practically dancing he was fidgeting so bad saying "Hurry up dude, c'mon, hurry up..."

Hannah had been terrified when the car had swung off the road towards them. The bastard standing on her hair had refused to acknowledge anything she had yelled at him and his total indifference had made her reckless in trying to get his attention. All that abruptly ceased as headlights glared at her and 3 nasty looking men piled out of the car. The driver seemed unimpressed, holding another guy back as he approached. Hannah watched as he squared up to her attacker, the air between them crackling.

"You fucked her face all up, bro," He had snapped. They didn't look like brothers. Perhaps it was a gang thing.

Gang.

The word fell into the her mind and Hannah gasped quietly. The implications of this being a gang sunk in just as her rapist confirmed Hannah's new worst fear.

"Go ahead, man... you might not have earned it, but you sure as hell need to get laid."

Hannah's legs started shaking as she was shoved forwards, she could not have run even if the opportunity had been there. As it was the new arrival punched her hard in the stomach and all bets were off as Hannah crumpled, retching, to the floor at his feet. The other two gripped her arms with a lot more force than was needful and Hannah's clothes were sliced from her body with a vicous looking knife. The blade was sharp and Hannah was too terrified to keep herself from shaking. Between that and the knifeman's haste, she picked up a few cuts as he stripped her. Blood oozed onto skin that was alabaster pale in the glare of the headlights. If the men liked what they saw, they gave no indication.

Hannah was thrown on her back with her wrists pinned as the first guy climbed onto her. He did not look her in the eye as he forced himself into her sore, swollen pussy. None of them had looked her in the eye. She was literally being treated like a piece of meat. Hannah stared up at his livid face as he humped and grunted. She was totally bewildered. This was not sex as she had been led to expect from countless romantic movies and books. These guys were simply using her body to masturbate with. She might as well have been an inflatable doll. Hannah couldn't understand what they were really getting from this. Rapist number two growled and slammed painfully deep into her as he climaxed. As soon as he was done, he pulled out of her and switched places with the man holding her down.

Rapist number three was equally detached. He freed his dick and rammed it into her, his entry aided somewhat by the cum left by the other two. Hannah couldn't understand why they weren't bothered about fucking her unprotected like this, shoving themselves into a stranger's pussy coated with other men's cum. A pale pink stain to the fluids seeping from her attested to her recent virginity but nobody commented on it. That her cherry had been taken with such total disregard was deeply traumatic for Hannah and as guy 3 pounded his way monotonously to a swift climax in her burning, aching hole, Hannah finally began to cry. Her ass was being scraped bloody on the gravel, her stomach was agony and her back ached from having her arms stretched and pinned. She looked up at the guy who had first grabbed her and saw that he was watching the proceedings with a bored expression. Tears clouded her vision and she turned away, focusing on nothing, trying to detach herself.

"Hurry up dude, c'mon, hurry up..."

Oh fucking hell, there was another one to go yet. His voice was higher pitched than the others' and had the tone of someone who knew he was at the bottom of the food chain. Hannah could see his feet shifting impatiently but she had no inclination to raise her eyes and check out the rest of him. She turned to the guy who had grabbed her again, he seemed to be in charge.

"You can still let me go after this. I don't want any trouble. I won't say a fucking word to anyone if you'll just let me go... I swear it... please.

[Just by the way, could you start including some physical descriptions or pics of the gang members please? It'll be a while before Hannah learns their names and it'll be helpful when trying to differentiate between them as we go along. Thanks ]

((you mean you want to know who you're looking at? ... wierd ... They all wear black leather jackets, boots, and either black jeans or leather pants, their jackets all have their gang patch on the back. They are all between 18 and 25, but all hardened by growing up in the gang))

((Jay - tall and lean, dragon tattoo covering back and snakes around his arms, perfect smile))
((Lee a little shorter, a little thicker, weightlifter's arms and shoulders and chest, dark hair in braids with a long goatee, ))
((Alex - round face, head shaved, freckles. Looks like a Very Nice Boy gone badly wrong))
((Shane - long and gaunt, spidery fingers, ribs showing, jittery with wide and wild brown eyes and black hair falling all over, to his shoulders, styled by riding with no helmet))

((more as they come into focus for me))

Jay smoked a cigarette and watched Lee fuck the bitch, and then Alex. By now, she had that blank look on her face, like she had checked out for the night without telling her eyes to close. That was OK, she'd wake up when they got her to Tio's. They'd make absolutely sure of that. When Alex grunted and then let out a sigh of relief, Lee was glaring. Didn't look like getting off had done much for him. Shane was about to jump out of his skin, and Jay chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder to hold him back while Alex got up and out of the way.

He grinned at Jay and punched him playfully on the shoulder. Shane was just about to do his thing when they heard a soft voice, thick and almost choked with pain and fear.

"You can still let me go after this. I don't want any trouble. I won't say a fucking word to anyone if you'll just let me go... I swear it... please."

It was the girl talking, and the four of them all froze for a minute, shocked that she had waited til three of them had had their way to start begging, and that she actually had the nerve to try to tell them what to do. Then Jay and Alex looked at eachother and started laughing. It wasn't malicious, it was deep down laughing at the funniest thing they had heard in a long time.

Lee, still kneeling above her and holding her arms, slapped her on the cheek that was already swollen and snarled "Shut the fuck up, bitch."

Shane knelt beside her, pushing Lee back and pulling her up so she was sitting, his arms around her. Jay looked away and Alex shook his shaved to the skin head. Lee muttered "Are you seriously doing this again? Fuck."

Shane was smaller than the others, and skinny, his skin stretched over his skull without much else there. He was almost always grinning, showing his teeth with the gap in front where one had been knocked out, and his eyes were open too wide, showing the bloodshot whites all around. He whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not like them."

While he whispered he started squeezingher breasts, tugging on the nipples and pinching them. Then he kissed her, a wet sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he squeezed her tight against himself.

"You're so beautiful baby," he whispered. "Did they hurt you? It's OK, I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

Jay exchanged a glance with Alex and they both looked away, embarassed. Lee looked down, sneering and spitting on the ground before he stalked back to the car.. None of them knew why Shane pulled this shit, but they had all seen it before. Shane reached down and slipped his finger into her pussy, dripping with the cum of his three friends. He pulled his finger out and rubbed it across her lips.

"You're so wet baby," he whispered. "Do you love me? Do you love me baby?"

"Just tell him you fucking love him so we can get this over with," Alex muttered, not telling her to do it as much as hoping aloud that she would. Jay chuckled and Shane nipped her ear and kept whispering, asking her if she loved him.

Hannah's face flamed as they laughed at her, which was bizarre given that she hadn't blushed like that so far. She would have continued to beg for freedom but the last guy approached her, pulling her up so she was sitting. He looked seriously unhinged, his pupils dancing in the headlights as he held her with a tenderness that even Hannah could tell was contrived. Any hope she might have had for kindness from this guy was extinguished as the other guys' laughter changed in pitch. One of them muttered but it was audible to everyone.

"Are you seriously doing this again? Fuck."

Guy 4, a skinny, long haired psycho, had the audacity to look momentarily wounded. Then he returned his attention to Hannah.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not like them."

It was clear the rest of the gang didn't buy this bullshit. He started pulling on her nipples, which had been hardened both by terror and the cold night air. He pinched them and Hannah hissed with a new discomfort. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she kissed him unenthusiastically, unwilling to collude with his little game but equally unwilling to defy him outright and piss him off.

"You're so beautiful baby," he whispered. "Did they hurt you? It's OK, I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

Hannah didn't really believe that but the urge to hope was a powerful one. Perhaps the others were mocking him because he was more gentle and felt bad about what the other guys did? It was possible, right?

His finger probed her shredded pussy, emerging with the combined effluvia of three rapists clinging to it. He rubbed the digit across her mouth, coating her lips with the bitter cocktail. Hannah turned her head away slightly, grimacing with distaste.

"You're so wet baby," he whispered. "Do you love me? Do you love me baby?

"Just tell him you fucking love him so we can get this over with," one of the other guys muttered. Hannah didn't believe for one minute that she was making things easier on herself but she was tired of the procrastination and no way was she going to tell the stupid nutjob to fuck off and die.

"Sure, I love you." She replied, too briskly and with no conviction whatsoever.

Alex grinned his great big goofy grin as he heard her telling Shane she loved him. He looked down to see the expression on her face, but it was almost entirely blank. Even Lee, standing by the car, anxious to get going, looked back. Shane looked into her tired eyes, his lip twitching as he searched for something in them, but not even he was exactly sure what. His mouth twisted into a frown, and his staring eyes got a little darker.

"You don't mean that," he whispered. He stood up, lifting her off the ground. "You're just saying that. You lying little whore."

He let her legs drop, one arm still around her, holding her up, and he slapped her. She could hardly stand as it was, and he shoved her down on her knees, holding her hair in his fist to keep her from falling down completely. His eyes were glassy, maybe with unshed tears, and he stared down at her. He slapped her again, and then unzipped his jeans, pulling his dick out.

"Open your mouth, you lying little slut," he snarled, shaking her roughly by the hair, his body shaking with anger. When her eyes cut up to his fr a moment, he let his half-way hard cock flop and slapped her again, backhanding her as well, until she opened her mouth wide.

He let loose a hot yellow stream of piss, stinking from all the poisons that he ran through his body. He sprayed it all over her face, some in her mouth and some in her eyes and hair and most of it. It kept coming for a long time, while he ranted at her, "You lying little cunt, this is all you're worth, you're less use than a fucking tree to piss on. Did you really think I'd believe your lies you whore?"

The other three laughed and whooped. After a long piss, Shane tucked his cock away, giggling to himself again as he let go of her hair. He turned to the car, only barely aware that she was there, just thinking about getting back to his crank and his whiskey. Tall, handsome Jay and Alex with the babyface walked over to her. They grabbed her by the arms and started dragging her to the car.

Hannah had been totally unprepared for the stream of foetid piss that hit her in the face. She had been resigned to sucking his cock but keeping her mouth open as instructed while he had pissed over her had taken pretty much all that remained of her survival instinct. Even though she knew she wasn't a whore and that she hadn't wanted anything that had happened to her, his words stung. Yes she was a liar but in her position he'd have done the same fucking thing. Such big bad men to be able to overpower a single girl, four to one.

It was that thought that was salient in her mind as the ringleader approached and started dragging her over to the car like a sack of potatoes. Hannah, whose last best hope had been that they would leave her there, lying in a pool of piss and cum, lost it completely.

"No!" She shrieked, as the car loomed ever closer. She kicked and fought, clawing at the gravel till her hands and knees bled. "You're not fucking taking me in that car! Leave me alone! Just leave me here. You dickless fucking cowards!"

She kept up a tirade of pleas and ill-advised abuse. Unwilling to get piss on the car seats or have her escape, the tall man who had grabbed her simply threw her into the trunk, slamming the trunk hood down over her with enough force to convey that he did not take kindly to being called a gutless raping son of a bitch.

Hannah carried right on kicking and yelling as the car roared off into the night, desperately hoping somebody might hear that she was trapped in the trunk. The piss on her face and in her hair was pungent as it dried and the car swung along aggressively, throwing her around the trunk till it felt she was bruised from head to foot.