Runaway

by Zoneefem

  

Jim was hungry and tired. He hadn't eaten in two days and all he had then was leftovers from a discarded big Magoola burgher that he found on the roadside. He stomach was so empty it was groaning out loud. As starved as he was though, it was worth all the discomfort to be out of that house. His mom was a real champ, but his dad was a big chump.

Verbal abuse was the order of the day every day when his father would come home three sheets into the wind. Occasionally, it got even worse, and when this happened, Jim's mother would physically try to inject herself between Jim's dad and Jim. Unfortunately, his dad would fling her aside and go after Jim even harder. "You look like a real sissyboy, you do-I'm gonna cut that *#* hair of yours off so short you won't be able to run your hand over it without it sticking you like a bunch of needles."

His dad never quite finished carrying out his threat, but Jim knew that one day he would do so, and he had already decided that if it came to his hair or living at home, he would leave. Then two days ago, his dad came home snookered again, but this time with a friend. Suddenly the odds of Jim defending himself went from bad to worse. Apparently Jim's dad had convinced his drinking buddy that Jim needed to learn how to either be a "real man" and look the part, or alternately, become a woman.

Jim's mom sized up what was happening and hustled Jim out the back door into the garage. "You hide here until I come to get you. There's no telling how bad this can be." Jim did as he was told and kept very still in the corner under a tarp that his dad used for painting. A few hours later, his mom had come back out into the garage holding a wet rag on her face. Jim couldn't help but see the blood soaking through the rag. "Mom, what have they done to you?"

Mom didn't answer right away. Jim knew that from the way she looked and the amount of blood on the rag that she had been beaten severely. "Jim, here is twenty dollars. It's all I could get out of your dad's wallet. When he wakes up, you need to be gone. I love you son, but now its time for you to leave." Mom unclasped a double sided locket which Jim had given her on his tenth birthday and hooked it around his neck. "Whatever you do, don't ever come back without calling first. I'll try to give you a warning if you cannot return at that time."

Jim was in total shock-he was only 17 but his mom was telling him if he didn't leave, he might be seriously hurt. Twenty dollars and a locket really wasn't much to make his way in the world by himself. Mom handed him her light jacket which she had worn out to the garage and told Jim that she loved him more than anything in the world, but to leave-NOW!

Jim bought a bus ticket on the early bus as far as the twenty dollar bill would take him and left that morning. Bigtown was several hundred miles away. When he reached the bus station, it was almost dark. He realized that he was not in the nicest section of the city. The neighborhood had once been an area populated by small shops, but now it was mostly empty buildings. Because he spent every penny of his money on the bus ticket, he realized he would have to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Maybe tomorrow he could find a job. Tonight though, he would just go somewhere warm and sleep.

The alley where Jim wound up was behind a clothing store that always had a "going out of business" sign out front. Because the street in front of the shop was very busy, the area was popular with call girls. They would flag down a customer and make their deal, then have them drive into the alley and perform their special services. Then the customer would speed away and the girl would then start all over again. Jim saw this happen a couple of times and thought this wasn't the place for him to sleep, but decided tonight he didn't really give a damn. Tomorrow he'd get that job.

About 11pm, Jim had dozed off into a fitful sleep when he was awoken by the sound of arguing. "You've gotta pay me or no blow job," the girl was screaming. No tickie, no laundry." Reluctantly the "john" handed over a fifty dollar bill and the girl unzipped his pants. Before she could get any further, a whistle sounded and suddenly the whole alley was bathed in bright white lights.

"All right girls, you're under arrest." Then just as quickly, Jim heard the click of handcuffs and he and five or six girls were herded into the paddywagon and taken off to jail. They were hurriedly processed at the intake center, and when it was Jim's'turn to identify himself, he froze up-he was afraid if he told them his real name and address they would send him back to his parents' house. So he just muttered that his name was Jayna, and the bored policeman doing the booking wrote his name down as Jayna Doe. Then, after they were lightly frisked, they were all put into a cell along with drunks, prostitutes and others.

The other girls knew each other from the street, but Jim was a total stranger to them. After looking him over carefully, one of the girls whose name was Kandy came over to Jim. She saw the total fright in his face, but couldn't quite determine if he was male or female, since his hair was down to his shoulders. When she got up closer, she finally asked him if he was okay. Jim shrugged his shoulders, and at that moment Kandy decided he had to be a boy. "Why did you get picked up by the cops," she asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Jim tried to avoid looking at her, not certain that she had figured out that he was a male in a female jail cell. Kandy reached her hand out and touched Jim's shoulder. "Your hair is very pretty. You must take very good care of it."

"Thanks, but keep your voice down. If they find out I'm a guy, they will put me in with the really bad creeps in the men's section. I've heard about how terrible that can be. They might try to call my parents, and then I'm as good as dead."

Kandy understood the look of deep fear in Jim's eyes. She had left home at about his age out of fear also, and had found that the only way she could survive on the streets was to prostitute her body. As bad as that was, she still shivered when she remembered getting a letter from her Aunt Daisy a year ago telling her that her younger sister had overdosed on pills and was dead. Of course, everyone felt terribly sorry for her dad who had "given her everything". Yes, he gave her everything and took away her most precious belonging-her self esteem, and coincidentally, her innocence and virginity. The pain had finally overtaken Kandy's sister, so she took the only way out she knew. Kandy often wondered if she had stayed home instead of running away whether her dad might have abused her and left her little sister alone. The feelings of guilt were overwhelming at times. So, when she saw the look of horror in Jay's eyes, she knew that what he feared at his home was all too real.

"Just stay close to me and I'll try to help you," she whispered. "Whatever you do, don't tell anyone else about what you just told me, okay?" Kandy then asked his name. He said it was Jim, but she quickly told him that if anyone asked, to stick with his booking name Jayna. He thought about that for a second, then shook his head yes. "With your gorgeous long blond hair, you should be able to pull this off."

When she had finished talking to Jim, he began to relax. The tension slowly seemed to be channeled out of his body. At least for now he had one person who cared whether he lived or died. Kandy sensed the change in his attitude and extended her hand in friendship. Jim clasped her hand in his and with his eyes, told her how much he appreciated her help. "You may have saved my life," he told her. "If my dad ever catches me now, I'm a dead duck." When he finished saying that, it was Kandy's turn to look frightened. Jim thought maybe he had said something that offended her, but she told him that she had the same problem in her home. Her father would absolutely kill her if he ever caught up with her.

The next day, all of the prisoners were set to go before a judge for arraignment. This really scared Jim again, since he was afraid the judge would send him back to his home. Kandy had been arrested several times before and knew what to expect. "When the judge asks you your name, tell him it's Jayna Asmes." Soon it was Jim's turn to go before the judge.

"How do you plead young lady? Guilty or innocent," the judge inquired of Jim. For an instant, Jim was tempted to explain how he happened to be in that alley, but, no, that would expose him to other things which he didn't want to discuss. After entering his guilty plea, the judge inquired if he had any criminal history. When he said no, the judge ruled that he and most of those arrested had violated no laws and could leave.

Standing in the back of the court waiting to testify in another trial was Harry Rose, a grizzled veteran policeman who had been on the force "since before the world began." Harry had seen it all over and over again-nothing really fazed him. For just an instant his brain sent him a message that something was wrong with this Jayna girl. But, since almost all of those arrested were let go, he didn't pursue his instinct. Maybe he would follow up on why this person didn't seem right to him at a later date-if she was a prostitute, she would be back in the system soon enough.

As soon as the judge released the group, Kandy grabbed Jim by the arm and yanked him out of the courtroom-no need to give the judge time to change his mind. Also, if the judge figured out that Jim wasn't a girl, he might come down on him like a ton of bricks. "Come on, now," she told Jim, "out of here." As they exited the courtroom, Jim glanced toward the back and noticed that someone who was probably a policeman was staring intently at him, but Jim was now moving so fast, the cop didn't say anything.

Once they were outside the building, Kandy slowed down to a walk and Jim came to a screeching stop. "Why are you helping me," Jim asked. "What do you want from me? I certainly thank you for your help, but I haven't got a penny to my name to pay you with."

Kandy also stopped and turned toward Jim, looking intently into his troubled eyes. "This isn't about money for me. I too ran away from home and had to learn how to live on the streets. Let me see if I can find you a place to crash for a few days. You certainly don't want to get arrested again."

"Okay," he said, "but then what? I need to find a job today so I can support myself." Jim didn't want to sponge off of anybody, but because she had helped him in the jail, he decided to spend a couple of days at her house.

Kandy called a taxi and soon they were both on their way to her apartment. When they arrived, Jim was surprised how well maintained the building looked. Kandy explained that she sometimes entertained in her apartment, so it had to be nice. When they walked into her place, the door wasn't locked. "Well bitch, who's the babe? She want to work for me too?" Marvin was Kandy's pimp, and liked to throw his weight around.

"She's none of your business, and no, she doesn't want to work for you. She's just gonna stay here a few days until she gets her own place. Now get your sorry ass out of here before I call security."

"Okay, bitch, have your say for now. You'll pay for this big-time. Don't forget you missed working last night because you were in jail, so you're gonna be my blue light special tonight. Volume will help make up for lost wages. See you at 7 pm sharp at my place, if you know what's good for you!" Marvin then left.

It took Kandy a couple of minutes to calm down. She had never had the nerve to talk to Marvin like that and it felt good. Then that overwhelming fear came back and she just shook for a few seconds. Jim could see how this meeting had scared Kandy, but since he didn't fully understand what was happening, he just stood by and listened. Kandy finally settled back down and stopped shaking. "I need to clean up and get into some decent clothes. How about you?"

Jim agreed, but then realized that he didn't have any clothes to change into. "I'll just wear these for now," he told her. Kandy realized at once that he was ashamed to tell her about not having anything else to wear, but knew she didn't have any clothes other than her own. They were close to the same size and maybe he could just put something on until they could figure something else out. Kandy was still worried about Marvin's reaction to her outburst and ordering him out of her apartment, but she put that out of her mind.

"Look, Jim, I don't have any guy's clothes, but what if I let you wear some slacks and a top for now. We are almost the same size, and with your gorgeous hair, nobody will guess you aren't female unless you tell them. You've got to get rid of that jail smell. We can take your clothes downstairs to the laundry in the basement. If the super happens to come by, let me do the talking. We are not supposed to have guests of the opposite sex who stay overnight. I'll tell him you are my cousin from out of town."

Jim thought that over and finally agreed. "Thanks Kandy, I really appreciate what you are doing to help me-you cannot imagine how worried I have been about staying off the street tonight. I do not want to go back to jail."

Kandy smiled wanely and told him about her first night in Bigtown. "When I got here, the first couple of nights I slept in the bus station. Then one morning, Marvin tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wanted a place to stay. I was just a scared teenager who didn't know what I was going to do. Little did I realize why he offered the help, but soon it became obvious. He insisted that I shower as soon as I got to his place, and before I even got through with my bath, he was naked and standing behind me. I wasn't a virgin, but never had any intention of doing what he forced me to do to him. One of these days he's gonna get his." Kandy was crying when she finished telling Jim of her forced rape of most of her orifices by Marvin. Over the next few days, he had repeated the acts over and over, each time telling her she was worthless and that he was the only one in the world who really loved her, and if she really wanted to be part of his "family", she would do anything he asked. When she refused to service his "friend", he beat her black and blue, then he held her down while his friend had his way with her. That wasn't enough, however, so he threw her into the back seat of his studmobile car and drove down to the area where the wino's slept and offered some poor soul ten bucks to screw her. Then he took her back to his place and threw her into the shower and told her she was a worthless slut. The next time he told her to perform oral sex on his buddy, she did what she was told. And then it was another friend, then a customer. Kandy tried to be brave as she told her story, but Jim could tell she was in serious pain.

"Why don't you leave him? He cannot make you his slave and get away with it. You can do something else to make a living. I'll go with you," Jim told her. Kandy smiled inside herself, for she had made these same arguments over and over each evening before going out to work. Jim recognized her look of resignation about this and promptly shut up.

"Tell you what, Jim, we need to be sure that if you are seen out in the hall that nobody knows you're male, so why don't you let me see if I can help you pass for female for a few hours. For now, you go into the bathroom and see if there isn't some kind of razor and soap in the mirror cabinet and shave your face really close. You're only going to need to look feminine from about ten feet, so that ought to do the job. We'll dab a bit of makeup on just for the finishing touch, okay?"

Kandy didn't know that Jim had let his hair grow out so long to look more feminine, and that at home he had occasionally experimented with his mom's lipstick and eye shadow, but because he had always had to hide this from his dad and mom, he was afraid to appear in public with the makeup on. But, if he wanted to wash his clothes and get them back on, he had to agree to do what she asked. After all, she was taking a big chance that if he were discovered, she might get kicked out of her apartment.

Jim slowly trudged into the bathroom and was able to find a "Ladyslick" razor. After closely shaving his face-which wasn't very hard, since he had almost no beard, he decided to go ahead and shave under his arms as well. Then, what the heck, he shaved his legs also. Kandy opened the door and handed in some silk panties and a bra with extra padding. She had used this bra before her breast augmentation surgery. Jim started to protest, but she just told him to hurry up and get dressed so he could get his clothes clean.

After Jim reappeared from the bathroom, Kandy had him sit at her mirrored vanity and studied what she had to work with. After running a comb thru Jim's lovely long blond hair, she decided just to nip the bangs for now to give it a more feminine look. Again Jim started to protest, but she simply ignored those and feathered his long bangs. The back was fine for now. She then had him turn to face her and applied a minimal amount of makeup. They were both taken aback when they saw the huge difference such a small amount of makeup and a bang trim made on Jim's appearance. "Tell you what, for now, let's just keep calling you Jayna. Its just for today, okay?" Jim grudgingly agreed.

They gathered up both of their clothes and put them in a laundry basket. Kandy unlocked the front door and let out a small cry. Before Jim could react, Marvin and his driver shoved their way in, almost making Jim fall. "Thought you'd get away with that little stunt while ago didn't you? Well, slut, think again. Your friend needs to know that if she's staying with you, and I pay your expenses, she's gonna work for me." Marvin's driver looked like an out of shape college fullback, weighing in at over 300 pounds, which he was, and he now had pushed Jim down on the floor. The driver wasn't very observant, so he decided, if it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck and acts like a duck, it is definitely a duck. Wasting no time, the driver proceeded to unzip his pants and stand over Jim's now inert body. Without a second's hesitation, he knelt down and forced Jim's mouth open around his prick. Soon he had a wild orgasm and forced Jim to drink every drop.

Then Marvin decided to finish Kandy's girlfriend off with a proper screwing. Maybe today he would just have a bit of fun and initiate this new girl. Things were looking up. When Jim tried to fight back, the driver slammed his head down on the carpet. "Don't make it too easy on her," yelled Marvin, "get her from behind first." So that's exactly what happened. Jim was rolled over on his stomach and the burly driver proceeded to screw Jim with an oversized penis-about nine inches long.

"Must be a virgin," the driver opined. "Nice and tight." Jim was in serious pain-this was totally unexpected and hurtful. After the driver climaxed, Marvin told him to move over and he would finish the other half. Marvin screamed when he realized that this she was actually a he. Marvin had always been a homophobe, bragging about his manliness and how he never understood why anyone would ever talk to a non-female female, much less screw them. He now grabbed his clothes and ran screaming to the bathroom.

Jim was very glad that Marvin had not carried out even more rape. The first thought he had after the driver pulled out of him was, what if the driver has aids or some other sexually transmitted disease. The next was total revulsion. Marvin came back from the bathroom and was totally pissed. How dare this person lead him on by pretending to be a girl.

Kandy grabbed a flower vase and was about to clobber Marvin's driver when the driver slugged her so hard, she was knocked out. When Kandy came too, Jim had both of his hands tied to her bedframe in her room. Marvin proceeded to have the driver fondle Jim's penis and put it into his mouth. Then he decided that Kandy had to prove her love for him also, so he had her straddle Jim and sit down on his face. He then ordered her to engage in other very obnoxious sex acts for the next couple of hours. By the time he was untied, Jim appeared to have been totally subjugated by Marvin and his driver. "OK, now let's start over again," Marvin stated. "What is your name and where are you from?" Before Jim could answer, Marvin told Kandy to accompany Jim to the bathroom and fix any damage in his makeup. "Put on that bright red lipstick. We want him to look nice for his coming out party. They then drug Jim and Kandy out to the pimpmobile and threw them into the backseat. Soon they were cruising down toward the docks. Jim already knew what was coming but was powerless to do anything about it. "Looks like I've added something special to my stable," Marvin grunted.

  

  

  

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