Runaway Choices 5 By Oneheavyhand


Keywords: M+f, ff, bd

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** Foreword **

  Thank you for reading part 5 of Runaway Choices, my continuing
story of where choices might take both the prepared and the
unaware. You will be happy to know we are going back to visit our
friends from installments 1 and 2. But let us not forget similar
choices often bring similar results. Again I beg your forgiveness
for the lack of editing. I do my best and can do no more.

** Foreword **

   Runaway Choices 5

  "I hear you have one on the hen house, looking for a pair?" The
voice on the phone asked. "It's in the rough, but nothing you
couldn't hone."

  Darrell sat beside the pool sipping on the cooler as he watched
the girl's play in the water. "Thinking about retiring actually."

  "You? Retire? Don't make me laugh. You're not that kind." the
voice announced in Darrell’s ear. "You found a crew yet?"

  "Business that bad?"

  "Always looking for a buck you know."

  "What about the Diamond?"

  "White, brilliant, 13 or 14 and up for anything. Just needs
someone to rub off the rough edges. I'm telling you, she cleans
up real good."

  Darrell lifted his glass to the girls as they waved playfully
from the other side of the pool, then tipped his glasses back and
watched as the older looking of the two held her bikini bottoms
up over her head.

  "I'll need to check her out first."

  "No problem, I've got some raw I can send. You'll love her, I
promise."

  Darrell told the other man he would get back to him then hung
up the phone and dropped it beside his shorts. The girls giggling
as he dove in head first to come up between the two. Darrell dove
and grabbed for the girls, a piece of bikini appearing in his
hand each time he came up for a breath. With both girls in their
birthday suits Darrell found himself diving for muff, his mouth
latching on to a hairless cunt while he licked and sucked until
he needed air.

  The game changed to tag. Each one taking turns diving under the
crystal clear water to dally with their face between another’s
legs. The game changing again as they gathered at the edge to
swap tongue and touch. The girls as wet on the inside as they
were on the outside had them begging Darrell for more than just
his fingers, the older man obliging by lifting the youngest from
the water as he stepped between her spread legs.

  Kenya laid beside the girl fondling her breast and kissing the
pert tits as Darrell lined up with the young girls pussy. Jackie
moaning loudly as the warm cock slid into her love canal,
stretching and molding her pussy to his needs. A light slap and a
nod from Darrell, and Kenya was on her knees with one to either
side of Jackie’s head. The black girl’s pussy gently lying atop
Jackie’s lips, her fingers spreading her pussy open as she waited
the attention of the younger girl below.

  The three fucked in the afternoon sun. Jackie moaned in
pleasure, her tongue lashing hard against her friend’s clit while
her lover fucked her slow and deep. The sounds of her lover’s
orgasms flowing through her mind as she first felt the warm
fullness of Darrell's cum deep in her cunt, and then Kenya's
tasty juice flow down her tongue. A minute later Kenya' mouth
took the place of Darrell’s cock, her tongue dipping quickly in
and out of the young girls pussy as she lapped up the salty
leftovers.

  Darrell gathered his shorts and phones before heading inside to
check his E-mail. Weeding through the advertisements for Viagra,
computers, and mail order brides he found the one he was looking.
The girl looked young in the face, maybe nine or ten. Her
recently formed breast and fuzzy crack the only things making him
believe her actually the thirteen or so he had been told. John
new his business and had a crew to match, their diligence
bringing out the best in what the girl had to offer. An hour
later arrangements had been made for a closer look.




  John wasn't a believer in helping others and this was no
exception. The girl was money if he could keep her from slipping
into prostitution or worse going back home. He had seen far too
many go the first way, almost always leading to a total loss for
everyone including the girl. And those who made their way home
more often than not were ruined by the time they returned to the
streets. Knocking firmly he waited for the curtains to settle and
the door to open, his prayers answered as the girl peered up at
him.

  "I got a deal for you. Can I come in?" He asked, pushing his
way in and taking a seat on the bed. "This guy I know has been
known to help kids like you. Takes them in, teaches them the
ropes. That sorta thing. Basically keeps you out of the gutters
while you hook someone that's looking for a keeper. He aint no
saint so you'll work for what you get"

  The girl looked at the bed where John sat as she shrugged her
shoulders. Demela had time to think once the men left and she
found herself alone yet again. In the safety of the hotel room
she tried to sleep, and when that failed she had lay awake
crying. Something had clicked as she lay their looking up at the
mold covered seams above. She had realized nothing she had done
mattered. The beatings only made them feel they were right in
sending her away and had she gotten pregnant they would have just
forced her to abort the baby. She no longer thought running way
had been the answer. They had already thrown her away once. And
they would never stoop so low as to watch porn so how would they
ever know she'd done that even.

  Feeling defeated and worthless Demela answered, "Not like it
matters."

  "Moody." John thought slapping his knee's with both hands and
smiling. "Matters to me. Hate to see you in the obituaries. So
what do you say, want to meet him?"

  Her eyes still on the bed as she nodded, Demela shrugged and
answered "I guess."

  "Great!" John said as he came to his feet his hands going
straight for his zipper as he added, "Blow job first?"

  She couldn't seem to help herself, sex having become a part of
her. Demela got to her knees and helped John pull his already
hard dick out of its wrapper. Her hands gently sliding up and
down the shaft as she knelt down and placed her lips to the tip.
Demela smiled up as she pulled the uncut skin from around the
head and began licking the fleshy snake like a loll pop. With the
first moan of pleasure from John's throat she stopped just long
enough to say, "You could take me home."

  It was all John could do not to say yes. The girl was a natural
cock sucker and one hell of a fuck given what he had witnessed
just hours earlier. She made great film, but there was no way he
could take her home to the wife. He kept his answer to himself
while giving his hips a thrust forward in hopes of getting a
little deeper. Demela answering back by opening her mouth wide
and bobbing her head forward.

  Demela pushed the head of John's cock against the back of her
mouth, the head bouncing off the ring of her throat twice before
slipping through. For five minutes she slid the cock in and out
of her throat, stopping to lick the shaft as she played gently
with the man’s balls before swallowing him again. Demela
swallowed hard when she felt the thick member begin to throb, her
throat being coated with warm cum a moment later.

  "Well?" she asked, licking the last of his cum from the tip of
his cock. Her eye's glistening as her own body woke to its needs.

  "I wish I could, but no." John pulled the girl to her feet with
a hand to each cheek. "Listen, you are amazing! Any man would
love to have you."

  Demela swallowed the lump in her throat as John told her he
couldn't take her home. The girl accepting total defeat as she
realized she was being thrown away by him as well. She hardly
heard a word he said, her mind lost in the passing cars as she
thought about the news flash she had seen a few hours earlier. A
shiver ran up her spine as she thought about the boy jumping from
the overpass, wishing she had the nerve to do it herself. It
would make a difference she thought to herself, alive or dead no
one cared.




  Watching from the bedroom window, Jackie saw the car come up
the drive. She had learned over the last few days that Darrell
would call her if he wanted her, otherwise he expected her to
stay in her room. She watched every car that came and went, her
imagination stealing her away onto exotic movie sets as she
pretended each one held a famous director. She had known for days
that if any held a director he wouldn't be famous. But wouldn't
didn't stop her from dreaming, Kenya had taught her that along
with nearly everything else she now knew.

  Jackie had just lain down for bed when Jackie popped her head
in the door waving for her to follow. A finger to her lips as the
older black teen lead the way down the hall to the great room. In
the middle of the room the girls saw Darrell shaking hands with
another man Jackie had never seen, and beside them a girl she
guessed was a few years younger than herself. Whispering she
asked, "Who's she?"

  "Shh!" Kenya answered in a whisper then holding her finger back
up to her lips as she tried to listen in on the men until the
girl turned and looked right at them. The two ran back down the
hall like ghosts, giggling like school girls as the spilt onto
Jackie’s bed.

  "Who you think she is?" Jackie said as she sat up, her face
beet red from laughing.

  "Same as us." Kenya said as she lay sprawled out. "You know his
business."

  "He likes me, I can tell."

  "Who Darrell? Don't get your hopes up sister. Darrell's a real
good guy, a great catch. But if you don't make him money you'll
find yourself paying him back for all this finery as a whore."

  "He'll marry me, you'll see."

  Kenya sat up and smiled. Slapping Jackie's leg saying "Keep the
dream alive sister! We all got to have one."




  The girl held back her tears as she rode away from the mansion.
The man had been right. She wasn't any good to anyone. She felt a
little better thinking that John had defended her, but in the end
he had agreed to take her back. "Get her help." The man had said,
"The girls going to hurt herself or someone else." Demela
couldn't hurt herself though she wished she could. She didn't
want to think anymore. She just wanted to forget.

  Demela felt a twinge of hope as the car turned off the freeway.
The area wasn't familiar which meant it wasn't the hotel where
John was taking her. Her hands shook as the car stopped in front
of a large metal gate. Her eyes wide as John pushed some buttons
and the gate began to open. Inside she could see the place was a
junk yard thanks to the single light attached to a squat concrete
building. The car was ten feet in the gate when the snarling
black dog hit the window hard enough to shake it. Demela's heart
skipped a beat as the dog hit the door a second time. A squirt of
pee soaking into her panties as she saw two then three more black
figures weaving in and out of the cars.

  John pulled around the building and into a service bay around
the back. The door's rolling down to close off the space between
the car and the snarling Dobermans. Opening the door and telling
Demela to follow, the two headed through a heavy metal door and
down a flight of rickety wood stairs. The bottom opened up into a
well lit room complete with two thick chested men standing guard
for a third who sat comfortably in an overstuffed recliner.
Beside him a young woman sat quietly on her heals, a thin chain
leash running from a thin black collar around her neck.

  Demela wanted to run, the vision of the dogs still fresh in her
mind the only thing keeping her from it. She didn't need to be
told what was happening when John took the envelop held out to
him.  The words "I'm sorry" and "it's for the best" giving her a
sick feeling in her stomach as the tears she had been holding
back began to fall.




  Darrell drove the two girls down town for lunch before taking
Jackie to her first filming. Kenya reminding her as they pulled
up the drive to the home studio to keep smiling and just let it
happen.

  "You're not coming in?" Jackie asked the older teen when she
didn't get out of the car. Biting her lip as her friend shook her
head and closed the door. Taking a deep breath she put a smile on
and followed her agent as she heard her friend call "Good Luck!"
from behind.

  "Don't worry, you'll do fine." Darrell said as he led her up to
the house.

  Inside a number of people mingled. Some in the kitchen and a
few in the living room where Darrell lead Jackie. Hand's shook
and names were tossed out as she was introduced to more people
than she could remember. Some as old as Darrell, some older, and
a few that were around her own age, and a few she secretly hoped
might be the leading man in her film. With the introductions made
Darrell lead her down a hall and into a room much like the one
she had at his house. This one filled with cords and cameras,
lights and white reflective umbrellas. To the side stood the man
Darrell introduced as Harold and his two assistants Karen and
Star.

  "So you want to be in movies?" Harold said in an almost
childish tone. "Well I can see you'll look fine on film, but can
you act?"

  Jackie instantly liked the man and let him take her hand as he
led her to the bed and held out a sheet of paper for her to read.
"My first script!" she thought as she took the sheet and sat down
on the edge of the bed. The script was single page synopsis
telling her she would be playing the part of the daughter in a
father daughter first time scenario. Her few lines were scripted
as "the daughter" ending with a line of letters she had learned
were sexual positions and acts she was expected to perform.

  "It’s all easy stuff." she said as she handed the paper back
and looked over at Darrell. "Just kind of nervous." Darrell
smiled back while Harold told her she would do just fine and then
told Star to bring in the crew and Karen to get their star ready.

  Jackie was lead to another room and her hair put up into
pigtails on either side of her head. Her makeup was then removed
and her wardrobe set out for her to change into. Jackie was sure
this was the same treatment the real starts got, except perhaps
being bent over the end of the bed so her butt hole could be
lubed. Fifteen minutes later Jackie was dressed in a pair of pink
frilled panties and a white and pink teddy with matching
stockings.

  She was disappointed at the director’s choice of leading men,
her "daddy" a man in his forties who looked like he had not seen
a gym in twenty of it. The man really made Darrell look all the
better when after the opening two minutes of dialog she opened
the man's pants. When seen later people would think she covering
her mouth in surprise, but in reality she was trying not to
laugh. The man's penis was about six inches long and an inch
thick, easily eclipsed by Darrell’s hefty manhood.

  After taking a moment to compose herself behind her hand,
Jackie took direction like a pro. Starting with rubbing her
"Daddy's" dick then licking his balls. She took some pleasure in
doing her job right, hoping she could make Darrell like her all
the more if she did. The licking turned to sucking as she took
the man first only an inch into her mouth so the camera could get
a close-up of her lips around the tip, then pushed down to let
his cockhead rest against the opening to her throat. By the time
she was swallowing his entire cock she had all but forgotten the
cameras. Her body taking over only to be interrupted by the
occasional call for a new position.

  The one thing that surprised her as she got to her hands and
knees the second time was the man’s stamina. They had been
fucking twenty minutes without more than a few seconds pause and
he was still going strong. So strong he was setting up to do the
one thing she had hated most. It was hard to give the camera a
look of pleasure when her ass hole was being painfully stretched
open, but somehow she got through the worst part with only a few
minor grunts of displeasure. Once he was in and settled it got
better just like with Darrell, and by the time her "Daddy" was
told to make the "Money Shot." she was beginning to enjoy herself
again.

  The money shot happened on her face as the man quickly jerked
himself. His face turning red with effort as he grunted loudly
every few strokes. Jackie waited patiently while giving the
camera a look of longing and excitement, then surprise as her
"Daddy's" cum flew from the tip of his dick and landed on her
face in creamy white patches.




  After John had left her at the junk yard she had been escorted
by the two guards into a second room, then beaten and forced into
a cage just big enough for a small dog. The cage was made of
twisted metal iron bars, each one about four inches apart. She
only fit by lying atop her doubled over legs, her elbows stuffed
neatly between her knees and her head in her hands. Even then her
hips and shoulders were pressed against both sides of the cage
and the flesh of her ass was pressed through the bars. Her
muscles were cramping she was packed in so tight, the pain so bad
she had gone from screaming for help to pleading with god.

  The pitch black room exploded with light as the man she had
been sold to walked through the door. Blinking, Demela forced her
eyes open and her head up, looking him over and trying to gage
her chances of outrunning him. The man could have been reading
her mind. Pulling a metal slip collar from his back pocket and
forcing it over Demela's head. Instantly Demela began wiggling in
the tight confines of the cage until she got her hands up to her
neck. The man just standing there saying no until the collar
slipped from her head. Demela then found out why the cage was
made so tight. The man walked around behind and while telling her
she was to put the collar back on, began to whip her ass through
the bars of the cage. Demela took three solid whacks before the
burning became pain. The pain quickly pushed past the haze in her
mind as she fought to get ahold of the collar and put it back
over her head.

  "You will call me Sir from now on. Do you understand?"

  Demela felt the strap land twice in rapid succession before she
was answering "Yes Sir!"

  Lesson learned the man hooked a leash to her collar and lead
her to the saw horse in the corner of the room. Pulling Demela
over the top by her leash he wrapped the slack around his fist
before calmly telling her "I tell you to do something and you do
it. And I don't like to be kept waiting."

  Demela had no leverage once he pulled her face down to his
groin. The collar tightening as she felt like she would pass out.
Her survival instincts kicking in, Demela leaned her weight
forward, the man's cock now between her and air. The command was
fuzzy in her ears but she knew she had to obey, her mouth opening
and air flooding back into her lungs. Wishing she had stayed with
her Aunt or even the bums, Demela felt the cock pop into her
throat. A moment later the man took hold of her hair as he used
her body much like a see saw, her head rocking up and down as she
tried to balance herself across the wooden bar.

  When done he left her hanging with a warning to be there when
he returned. A warning she wished she had heeded when he came
back in just a few minutes later to find her standing up and
rubbing her belly where the wood had bitten into her skin. Demela
made a run for it, hitting the man with all her weight and
knocking him aside as she bolted through the open door. Just
outside she found herself in the arms of a bald muscular man she
remembered as one of the man’s guards. It took both the guards to
bind her arms and strap her to an ankle height bar that lined the
wall, and only one belt of the leather strap to have her
screaming she was sorry.

  Demela learned "Sir" was as sadistic as her Aunt. He spent the
next hour teaching her to listen to his commands by use of the
leather strap. Starting with her ass cheeks, he whipped one then
the other while telling her to stand still. When she finally
managed to do that he dropped his aim, the burning pain racing
through her upper thighs until she knelt down as told. Demela
screamed like she never had before when he took to lashing her
budding breast, his monotone voice drumming past the sounds of
leather on flesh as he had her lay down on her stomach, then role
to her back. The process reversed then done again and again until
he was confident she had learned her lesson.

  Leaving Demela on her feet with her wrist still lashed to the
ankle bar the man said, "Stay" then left the room leaving his two
thugs looking at one another. With grins spread from ear to ear,
the two slipped there cocks out of their pants as Demela closed
her eyes and spread her legs. Doing her best to use the wall,
Demela held herself up afraid to let herself fall while the two
took their pleasure.

  She wasn't sure how long she had been alone when she heard the
door open. "Just a new toy." she heard as she pulled herself off
the wall. Behind him a line of men dressed in dirty blue uniforms
filed in before forming a semi-circle behind her. "You boys have
fun. This one is on the bitch."

  Demela gave up on time and everything else as she was used as a
cum dump. In the back of her mind as the men joked around with
each other she couldn't help but remember her first party and the
year following. All the boys and men she had sucked and fucked,
and how she had thought she was doing it to make her parents pay.
As the men shoved their cock into her cum soaked holes, Demela
felt the tingle of orgasm build within.

  The men left Demela lying in a pool of cum until the woman she
had seen with Sir appeared beside her. The woman showed her a
small bathroom hidden behind a wall curtain, then helped clean
her up before putting her back in the cage. Not a word was spoken
between the two, smiles and gentle touches saying all that could
be said. Sore and beaten Demela leaned against the cold metal,
too tired to cry she slept at last.







  To be continued...