Runaway - Sex Stories

Runaway

Chapter One: Alone In The Dark My name is Emily. I'm 15 and like most girls my age love boys, music and boys. Something different from me and other girls is my family. While other teens my age may say they hate their parents because they won't leave them alone, I hate my parents... well, just my Dad really, because of the abuse. My mother fucked off with some guy from her work 11 years ago and I can't really blame her. My Dad is one of the biggest shitheads you'll ever meet. It's a miracle I didn't die as soon as my mother left. He just drinks away his life and beasts the shit into me whenever I talk out of place. As I got home late from a day out with my friends one weekend, I walked in to see him and 3 of his mates sat around our tiny table with beer and stumped out ciggerates playing some kind of card game. "Hey Terry, you ain't got nothin' left! The fat bald one, Bryan, said to my dad. "Fuuuuuck you!" My dad grunted out in a drunken slur. He turned to me slowly and smiled. "I got my little girl!" The men cheered. My face turned to horror. "What the fu-" My dad slapped me across the face, knocking me to the ground. "Stay quiet, bitch!" He slammed down his cards with a grin on his face, a grin he immediately lost as Bryan laid his own cards down. "Shiiiiit!" My dad said, before pulling me up and pushing me onto the table. "Fukin' have the whore. Stupid bitch deserves it for putting me off!" He stormed from the room, smacking a beer bottle onto the floor which promptly ...

... smashed. Bryan held me down on the table and Tony, my dads only black friend, flipped me over onto my stomach and slapped my ass so hard it burned. "She's got a nice little ass, this one!" He laughed, squeezing both cheeks I let out a yelp of pain. "Please..." I begged, but the men ignored me. Pete, the last of the group, rolled me over yet again and gripped both my tits and squeezed, rubbing them against my chest. I cried in pain, and seemingly as a response, Pete ripped open my shirt, revealing my c cup breasts encased in my bra. Pete fumbled with my bra strap before Bryan stepped in with a knife and cut the material off. "Lovely pair of tits doncha' bitch!" Pete said, grinning. I held onto the bra with all my strength, clutching it to my chest as if it were my final defence. Tony smacked me across my face, forcing my hands to my face and allowing Pete to fully remove the bra. "No!" I cried as he put his mouth to my tits and bit down on my nipple, causing me to thrash with pain. Bryan pulled me across the table more so my head was at one end and my ass and pussy at the other. I tried to roll of the table but Bryan held me down by my neck and shoulders, pulling down his trousers and showing of his hard cock as it pocked through his boxers. He forced open my mouth and no matter how hard I tried to resist, he rammed his cock down my throat causing me to gag. I found myself crying as he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth, each time his balls swinging into my eyes and his fat ...