Runaway Choices 4 By Oneheavyhand Keywords: M+f, ** Disclaimer ** Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ** Disclaimer ** ** Foreword ** Thank you for reading part 4 of Runaway Choices, my continuing story of where choices might take both the prepared and the unaware. In installment 3 you meet two barely teenaged lovers, or almost lovers. Each of who made a number of choices that have brought them closer and closer to self-destruction. In this installment we shall see just how how much each can take. Again I beg your forgiveness for the lack of editing. I do my best and can do no more. ** Foreword ** The rumbling of cars and trucks passing overhead worked to lull the girl to sleep as she sat on the damp dirt, her back to the concrete pillar and her bag pulled up close to her chest. Demela had caught a ride from one of the late night travelers as they headed home from a business trip, a lucky break that had cost her. In the morning she would find a woman’s shelter to stay at, but for tonight she was too scared to move. When she had seen the bum’s the first time she hadn't paid them any attention. They kept their distance as wary of her as she of them until she had to pee. Demela had looked around for an open gas station or McDonalds, finding she had been dropped off at the one exit in all of Hollywood that didn't have a gas station within two blocks in any direction. When she could no longer hold back the need to pee, Demela creped under the overpass where she hoped to find someplace private. The way down was more treacherous than Demela had expected small holes and mud causing her to slip and slide some ten feet before landing against a pile of refuse. Demela felt something close around her ankle, turning around to see an arm extended from the pile of cardboard and paper. She had landed on one of the bums and now he had her in an iron like grip. "Let me go." she cried as she tried to pull her leg away. The voice that answered was a man’s, deep and mature, filled with years of hard living. "Where you think you're going? You can't just drop in on a fella then run off like that." Demela kicked twice, her foot connecting with the hand both times. The second hit brought a cry of pain from the man and freedom as he pulled his hand back into the pile of refuse. Getting to her feet Demela took three steps back, watching as the pile transformed into the shadowy form of a man. "Wasn't no need to be hurting no one." the six foot shadow said as it moved towards her. Demela took another step back as her eyes adjusted to the dark and the shadow turned into a man dressed in brown rags. "Sor... Sorry, you scared me. And hurt my ankle." she stuttered as she took yet another step. "Hmm. And what's a pretty little thing like you doing away from mommy and daddy?" the man asked. "Not like a good little girl to be running off like that." "It's none of your business." "No manners." she heard from behind, turning to see two more men having come out of their beds. "I'm sorry for kicking you." she said hurriedly as she realized she was being corralled. "I was just looking for a bathroom and fell coming down the hill." "Did you now. Well I think you owe me something for stepping on me." "Me too." the other men said as one. "She woke us up, that deserves something." one of them said, the smell of his breath telling Demela he was now standing right behind her. Demela cringed, her eyes darting left and right as she prayed for help while begging, "Please, I just need to go potty!" The sound of the woman’s gruff voice was like an angel singing. Demela thanked God as the woman hollered at the three men while pulling her to the side and off deeper into the dark. "Girl you trying to get yourself hurt?" the woman asked as she pulled Demela around behind a pillar. "Do what you got to do and get your ass out of here, hear me girly." Nodding Demela looked at the woman expectantly. "I can't go with you watching." she said after a few seconds of silence. The woman tossing her hands in the air and walking off as she mumbled, "They don't listen, never listen! Should of been eaten at birth you ask me." Demela pulled her pants down to her knees as she squat down, her eyes closing with the blissful release of pressure. The comforting sound of water falling on rock was suddenly broken by laughter. Demela opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by men, each with their dick in hand. The gruff voice of the old lady breaking through the laughter here and there as Demela was turned this way and that. The men took turns filling her mouth at first. Demela swallowed six or seven loads before being forced to hands and knees. There was nothing she could do, no one to call out to and no one to help. Demela could only pray the men left her alive when they had finished using her young body for their pleasure. And when the men had finished, Demela sat afraid to move before the light of morning with her back to the concrete pillar and her bag pulled tight to her chest. The smell of stale cum and her own piss permeating the air around her. The morning silence erupted in screams of "Demela get your ass out here now!" The red faced woman stood in the hall as she looked at her purse, the contents strewn across the coffee table. A rapping on the door the only answer she got. Torn between storming into her nieces room and tearing her a new ass hole and answering the door, Vicky pulled her robe tight answered the knocking. "Is Demela home?" Marcus asked as he looked up at the woman. He was taken aback by the hateful look on the woman’s face but stood determined to see the girl he loved. "Wait." she said, slamming the door in the black boys face. "Demela!" she cried out again as she stormed to the girls room. The door burst open, hitting the stopper with enough force to pop a hole in the door. Vicky looking in on the empty room as her face turned white. A moment later and Vicky was back at the front door, her robe falling open as she grabbed the boy and pulled him in while screaming "Where is she!" Marcus stood looking dumb as he looked at the woman’s breast. Her voice lost for a moment before he realized she was talking about Demela. "What she's not here? But she has to be!" he said, his eyes staying glued to the woman’s chest. "Why? What did you two have planned?" "Nothing, I swear. I just got here." Vicky stopped and looked the boy over for a moment, closing her robe and standing up straight. "You're that boy, how did you find her?" Marcus noticed the mess on the coffee table and quickly put two and two together. Coming up with five the boy looked up with a smile and pronounced, "She's run away to be with me!" "Oh God no!" Vicky screamed, her hands thrown up in the air in frustration. "That girl is going to be the death of me." "Aint like she wanted to be here." Vicky looked over at the boy shaking her head as she sighed and said, "You have no clue do you. A twelve year old boy screwing his girlfriend and you think that's ok?" "We love each other!" Marcus shot back. "And that's why I caught her yesterday with cum on her face and two boy's jumping out the window?" Marcus felt his heart jump into his throat. How could Demela do something like that? Suddenly he felt betrayed and used. She had wanted him to come to her, the letter said so. "I don't believe you." he said halfheartedly hoping the woman was making some cruel joke. His eyes tearing as she shook her head back and forth slowly. "I wish I was. She's been nothing but trouble since the day she got here. I tried, God I tried to beat her straight but that girl just won't learn." "I guess momma and poppa were right then. I need to call them. Can I use your phone?" "Where they staying?" "At home." he replied, his eyes falling to the ground under the woman’s hard gaze. "Ok, you call your parents. I have to get dressed and find that bitch." "She aint a bitch!" Marcus shot back angrily without thinking. His eyes dropping yet again as the woman stared him down. "Tell you what." she said softly after a few seconds. "If you want I'll let you help me look for her." "We should call the police. They can find her I bet." "No!" Vicky shot back hurriedly. "Look. What's your name?" "Marcus." "Vicky. Now Marcus, the police will just make things worse. They will put you in Juvi until your parents pick you up, and might even make them pay some sort of fine." Marcus felt sick to his stomach. The world that had opened up to him just days before suddenly slamming shut as he realized the trouble he had caused himself and his family. "I should call my parents." "Hmm, sounds to me like they would call the police themselves and have you held. Maybe it would be better if we wait till we find Demela, then we can figure out how to get you home." Marcus sat down and waited as Vicky cleared the contents of her purse from the coffee table then dressed. His mind stuck on Demela and what Vicky had told him. His heart hurting more and more as he thought about what he had done to get there, and how Demela was probably with some other guy now. Knowing he couldn't face Demela if they found her, Marcus bolted from the apartment. As the sun rose and the piles of trash turned to human figures, Demela got up the nerve to run. Dodging as far around each pile as she could, the girl made her way to the road. Avoiding eye contact with the few people already on their way into work, Demela worked her way farther and farther into town. She had gone around the same block three times looking for the address she had pulled from the phone book. A short stalky man stopped her on the third pass past his Deli. Demela kept her distance now not so sure about herself or others, her legs tense and ready to bolt as he asked, "You looking for the halfway house?" Then continuing, "Not here no more, lady couldn't keep it financed." after she nodded. The man then handed Demela a brown bag before leaving her standing silent on the sidewalk, his good deed for the day done. Demela found a bus stop bench to sit at, opening the bag and pulling out the milk box and sandwich from within. Balling the paper bag up she noticed something was still inside, finding a piece of paper with what felt like two quarters wrapped inside. Sure enough when she unwrapped the paper two quarters fell out revealing a phone number. Scared and feeling lost, Demela dialed the number. Three hours later Demela stood outside the hotel door, her hand poised to knock when it opened. The room was filled with lights, cameras and men, the one standing at the door waving for her to come inside. Once inside she saw there were seven men, two with large movie camera's, two that looked like photographers, one holding a long pole with fuzzy thing hanging from the end, the one that let her in and one coming out of the bathroom. Introductions were fast, the one calling himself John leaving out the names of everyone save himself. "Get cleaned up and we can get some preliminaries." He said as he pointed to the back of the room. Giving Demela a light push when she didn't move and asking, "You said you were looking for some money right?" Demela nodded and took in a deep breath. Just last night she would have not thought twice about what she was about to do. Today, after what had happened beneath the overpass she was not so sure. "Go on, get a shower and if you're not up to it then no harm." Feeling a shower would help Demela made her way through the men seeing what she suspected was the bathroom door sitting off its hinges. She knew the answer but looked back at John as he answered the unasked question, "Makes it easier to get photos." Then looked into the bathroom to see the shower curtains had been removed as well. Steadying her nerves, Demela stood at the door removing her clothes as the two photographers began snapping off shots. The men kept her in the shower for nearly thirty minutes asking her to wash then rewash the same places over and over as they continued snapping shots. The only words spoken between them were instructions on how she should turn or look, or where her hands needed to be for the next couple of pictures. When she stepped out of the shower Demela was cleaner than she had been since her mom had last washed her, and felt twice as dirty as she had ever felt before. Demela tried to rationalize why she felt like she did. With all the boys she had screwed this should have been no problem. Even what had happened the night before had been nothing different than she had done many times. As she dressed in a fresh set of clothes she came to the conclusion that she was being stupid. She could piss her parents off and make some money fucking on camera, and it had to be better than being on the streets. The man talked to her from off camera, having her tell her name and age before asking what she was there for. Demela smiled at the camera answering in the bedroom voice of a thirteen year old, "To fuck!" The men took turns, first the one she had first seen coming from the bathroom. A muscular man with a cock as big as any black man she had met. He took his time treating her right, kissing and fondling then licking her pussy until she had the strongest orgasm of her life. The next half hour they swapped back and forth, sometimes her sucking his cock, other times him fucking her cunt while the camera's pulled in and out for close ups. She continued to go with the flow as the man bent her forward and began licking her ass hole, she knew what was coming and no longer cared. A short time later Demela was jerking the man off as she waited for him to spray his load on her face. The camera's close as line after line of pearl white cum hit her nose, lips, and eyes. The man used his cock to use the tip to scrape the mess into her open mouth. The men were not done with her yet however. Each of them taking a turn at her before putting the room back in order, John waiting for the room to be cleared out before handing her the key's and an envelope. "Here, five hundred like promised. Kept the room for the night, it’s paid for." Stopping at the door, John turned back to take one more look at the naked girl sitting on the edge of the bed, cum still glistening on her cheeks. "Give it a week then go back by the Deli." he said as he closed the door. "In the news tonight." the T.V. blared, "A Teenage boy was killed when he jumped from a bridge over the 10. Witnesses said they thought it part of a move when the boy jumped onto the diesel’s trailer, only realizing it wasn't when the child fell from the moving truck and was hit by a second rig. To be continued...