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Runaway Girl

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Super-Earth
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Aug 7, 2012
The girl woke up shivering; she wrapped her pale arms around herself, and looked around wondering where she was. Then she remembered she was sleeping in somebody’s storage shed. Poor little 16 year old Amy wrapped her arms around herself tighter and quietly getting up she snuck around, looking in boxes, finally she found a box of grown men’s clothes. She slipped on a big sweatshirt out of the box, and snuggled back in the corner hoping nobody would look in their storage shed for a few days…
Amy had ran away from an abusive father when she was 15 one whole year ago. Her father had always beat her and a couple times raped the poor girl, finally she got enough guts to run away.
She had been hiding all over Virginia and wherever else she had went since she left. She took pretty good care of herself but barely ever had enough to eat. She had found a hairbrush and such though, stolen toothbrush, whatever she needed to make herself look okay. She got her clothes out of the donation boxes behind stores whenever she outgrew something. She was 5 foot tall, with red hair which she cut herself it was trimmed neatly just under her shoulder blades, and she always wore it in a French braid. ‘Easier to take care of.’ She thought. Her pale skin and freckles with her big light green/grey eyes made people call her a Ginger. She didn’t mind, she thought herself very beautiful. Today Amy was wearing some slightly too tight jeans, mostly too tight around her butt, showing it off a bit. They were about a size to small for her she decided. She was wearing some undies and bra she had ‘found’ and she had a tight green v neck on. Too tight once again, showing a few inches of her tiny belly…, but it brought out her green eyes. She sat there in the dark huddled into the brown sweatshirt that she had found in whoever’s shed this was…
Her head down in her knees, and her whole body almost inside the sweatshirt she closed her eyes, going back to sleep, needing a rest as she had been walking and walking for days trying to find an okay place to stop and rest and everything. Finally she felt safe out here in someone’s shed hiding out in the country, barely any neighbors, and no police for a while incase they were looking for her still, which she doubted but could not be sure…
 
Marcus woke to the sunlight streaming across his face, And rolled over in the bed and looked at the clock with a groan, 06:00. "Just once I'd like a lie in" he said to himself as he climbed out of the bed. But after 15 years in the Military his body had come accustomed to the early morning wake up. Padding barefoot into the bathroom he switched on the shower, Glancing in the mirror as he waited for it to heat up. His blue eyes taking in every detail of his 6'2" frame. His black hair was closely cropped to his scalp, Yet another reminder of his military past. In stark contrast, his chin sported two days worth of stubble. Stepping under the shower her began soaping himself up, taking pleasure in the feel of his well defined muscular frame.

Dressing in a pair of jeans and plaid shirt he made his way down the stairs, thinking about his plans for the day. He had been home for a little over a month now, Back in his childhood home. But with his parents passing, two years ago, the place had fallen into disarray. He had spent the last month working on the inside, Now it was time to tackle the outside.

After breakfast he made his way outback, heading straight for the shed. Mentally making a list of all the tools he'd need. As he opened the door the list in his head dissolved. At first glance he thought it was some homeless guy, huddled up in a sweater. But as his eyes grew accustomed to the dull light he noticed that the Trespasser was a women, No strike that, A girl. He guessed somewhere in her late teens.
He moved slowly towards her noting the way her red hair caught the light as he looked down on her. "Wake up" he shouted as he gave her a kick "Your in a lot of trouble girl" he added kicking out at her once more.
 
She yelps, waking up startled. She sees him and her eyes widen, her hand holding her side where he kicked her. She jumps up, darting around him as fast as she can, trying to get out of the shed and away from him now, Especially since the grown man who woke her was muscular and had kicked her hard a couple times.
 
The speed at which she came awake and bolted for the door startled him, It seemed as if her eyes opened, Seen him standing over her and kicked her body into flight mode. All in the fraction of a second it took to lower his foot back to the ground.

Marcus's reaction was almost as fast, As she barged past him making a dash for the door he reached out grasping at the braid of hair. Bringing her bid for freedom to a sudden and pain end. "Not so fast, My little rabbit" he chuckled softly as he reached with his free hand and gripped her sweater "You've got some explaining to do, You can start with what your doing here and why your wearing MY clothes".
 
She jolts back, whimpering. "Owww! Let go of my hair!"

Realizing she is still wearing his sweatshirt, she peels it off, folding it and placing it back in the box quickly. "Sorry... Please let me go. I needed to rest, and and I was cold. P..Please let me go."

In one motion she yanks his hand out of her hair, twisting and going around him, again trying to flee.
 
Marcus stood back and watched as she quickly tore off his sweater and neatly folded it before putting it away. His eyes ran over her body noting that the clothes she wore seemed to small for her, her top failing to fully cover her, giving a teasing glimpse of her flesh. Her response to his question left him more questions than answers.

Her second bid for freedom took him completely by surprise, one second he had a hold of her the next she was high tailing it out the door, his long stride quickly ate up her lead. When they were about halfway across the lawn, he launched himself at her, tackling her to the ground. He lay on top of her for a moment crushing her beneath him, before he sat up, straddling her waist. "Your a handful, aren't you" He grunted as he wrestled her hands to the ground. "Once again, why were you in my shed, And don't give me, I needed to rest. I want to know who you are, where you come from, and what your running from".
 
She yelps, her attempt to escape not going so well she glares up at him. "Get off of me." she snaps at him.

Wriggling and thrashing under him, she tries to get out from under him, to no avail.

"I'm Amy.... I'm a runaway. My dad was abusive. I come from Maryland... Please let me go. I'm sorry I rested in yur shed and used your sweatshirt..."

She wriggles more uncomfortable, having forgotten her backpack was strapped onto her back till now, when she is face down on the ground and he is squashing her waist, and her bag a lil bit.
 
Marcus tried to ignore her constant squirming, Though the way her body kept grinding against his, was beginning to cause a reaction. "Well Amy, my little runaway from Maryland, you may be sorry now but I can ensure you you will be more sorry later". He released his hold on one of her arms and slapped her across the back of the head "Stop Squirming" he growled as he pushed her face into the dirt.

"Did you help yourself to anything else out of my shed" he asked as he moved his hand from the back if her head and reached for her backpack.
 
"Oww!" she cries out as he slaps the back of her head. She whimpers and lays still.

"Noo, Noo I didn't Go ahead and check my bag. I didn't, But if you would be kind enough to let me sit up?" She says quietly, her voice never being very loud unless she yells, since she is so small.

"Please let me sit up?" she asks once more, waiting for his answer as she lays there, holding her head up to keep her face out of the dirt.
 
Marcus laughed "Oh no my little rabbit" he said as he unzipped her backpack "I'm not giving you a chance to run again". One by one he pulled the contents of her bag out and throw them down on the grass. Most of it was toiletries, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and what not, As he reached the bottom of the bag his hand out holding a pair of panties, he smiled as he held them up, so they both could see them, before finally tossing them aside.

"Well your bag is clean" he finally admitted "What about your pockets". He scooted down her body, grinding himself against her ass in the process. He sat on the back of her knees and looked down on her upturned rear. The fabric of her jeans pulled tight across her ass, and he could clearly see that she had nothing in her pockets, but that did not stop him from sliding his hand inside. He took his time, his probing hand groping the soft flesh of her butt through the fabric of her jeans.
 
She starts squirming an thrashing again. "Just let me stand I won't run. Come onnn dude." She blushes, and squirms more as she feels his large hands slip into her tight back pockets that have nothing in them.
"Get your hands off my ass dude." She says wriggling even more, accidently kicking her feet against his back
 
When Marcus felt her feet kick him in the back, his anger flared. The hand that had a moment ago been groping her ass, came out of her pocket and raised high into the air, before dropping down to deliver a stinging smack to her ass. "Don't ever kick me again" he yelled at her as he delivered two more smacks to her butt. "First you break into my shed, Steal my sweater, now you kick me" he raged as he rained down smack after smack on her rear.
 
The small girl starts shaking, gritting her teeth and whimpering as he spanks her hard.

"I'm sorry!!!!!" She whimpers, stopping squirming, going limp on the ground except for holding her face up out of the dirt.

Amy is starting to think this man may be worse then what she was running away from. Tears fill her eyes now but she blinks them away, not going to let him see them.
 
Marcus let his hand fall one last time before letting it rest on her rear. For a few moments he remained still catching his breath. He had no idea how many times he had hit her, but he could feel ache in his own arm from the effort, And could only imagine her ass felt far worse.

Reaching up he grasped her braid of hair once more, wrapping it around his hand this time to ensure his grip was tight. Climbing off her he tugged on her hair, "You wanted up, so get up and walk" He steered her towards the house "That was just a taste of what you have coming" He told her "I'm going to beat your ass so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week".
 
She groans after he finishes, she gets up slowly, her ass stinging.

Trying to pull away again, but he has a grip on her hair. She whimpers and walks with him hoping he won't pull her hair too hard.

She mutters under her breath "It's already that sore." She bites her bottom lip, not crying because she is used to being beaten, but she is still scared, and trembling.
 
Marcus half dragged, Half pushed her up the stairs and through the back door. He heard her comment and laughed "Well in that case i will make sure you can't sit down for two weeks, Maybe then you'll learn to keep your smart comments to yourself".

He led her into the dinning room and pushed her towards the table, finally releasing his grip on her hair as he worked his belt free from around his waist. "Get your jeans down and bend over the table" he barked at her "And don't make me ask twice"
 
She whimpers at his laugh. "Please don't." She asks softly.

She nods her head, trembling more, but she undoes her too tight pants and manahes to get them down, then she bends over the table, closing her eyes and bracing herself.
 
Marcus watched her as she undid the button of her jeans and peeled them down her legs. He enjoyed the view of her pert behind clad in only a pair of panties as she bent over the table. He took a step towards her folding the belt in his hand, "Twelve" he announced as he took his stance, Raising the belt "If you move before I'm done you'll get twenty four". He swung the belt with every ounce of strength he could muster, Watching with satisfaction as it bite deep into her panty clad ass.
 
She screams but doesn't flinch, holding her body stiff so that she doesn't move.
She does ask quietly after she screams though.
"Sir, may I umm move my arm?" Wanting to put her fist in her mouth so she won't scream too much....
 
As the belt came away from her ass he smiled as her scream reached his ears. He leaned forward and ran his free hand over the seat of her panties. He chuckled at her question, 'Sir' he liked the sound of that "You may move as much as you need as long as you remain on that table until i give you permission to get up" he informed her as he raised the belt once more.

He delivered three strikes in quick secession before pausing to once more caress her panty clad butt. Two more stokes brought them to six, halfway and he paused once more. Slowly he stepped up behind her and grasped the waistband of her panties, Swiftly pulling them down to her knees.
 
She nods, stuffing her fist in her mouth and yelping, and shrieking each time he hit her again. She trembles when he runs his hands across her sore butt.

When he yanks her underwear down to her knees, she whimpers, her whole ass probably being bright red now.
 
Marcus smiled as he straightened up, letting his eyes trail up the back if her legs from her panties around her knees, he was rewarded with a glimpse of the outer lips of her sex, peeking out from between her thighs.
He took a step back letting his eyes roam over her exposed ass, it was scarlet and he would almost swear it was glowing.

He stepped back once more and raised the belt striking swiftly, he watched as flesh of her ass rippled as the belt impacted the bare skin.

He quickly brought the count to eleven before stepping forward once more, finally running has hand over her bare flesh. He squeezed her butt cheek, feeling the heat of her tortured flesh.

He stepped back and delivered the final stroke. "Ok, stand up and turn around" he waited a moment before adding "Keep your hands behind your back".
 
She is scared now, her ass is already on fire, and she still has 6 strokes to go.

She winces, and yelps at each hit, and when he squeezes her left butt cheek she whimpers in pain, screaming at the final stroke.

Biting her bottom lip and trying to hide her tears that are filling her eyes she slowly stands, turning to him, placing her hands behind her back, gripping both hands against each other tightly.

"There I've been punished for trespassing and using your sweater. May I please go now?" She whispers the sentence knowing he she spoke louder he would hear the pain in her voice.
 
Marcus smiled as he watched her turn, He could see the tears in her eyes, And despite her efforts to hid it he could hear the pain she was in come out in her voice.

He remained silent for a few minutes as he considered her question. Though in truth he was just enjoying the sight of her standing before him with her jeans and panties around her knees and her sex on display.

He finally looked up and stared into her eyes, "Your right" he said "You have been punished for trespassing and taking my sweater" he paused and smiled "But we still have to deal with the fact you kicked me".
 
She mumbles "I didn't take it I put it back." But she looks down at her feet, keeping her hands behind her back as he said even though she wishes to pull her pants up....

"Fine, I accidently kicked you, but you did attack me. But whatever punish me for it so I can go." She says bravely, looking back up so her green eyes lock on his blue ones.
 
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