Chapter 38: Luck of the Homeless

In this part of the city, everyone knew not to go near the railroad tracks on Union Ave. On the other side was a homeless camp, and many of the worst transients passed through there. Even in the daytime, people stayed away from that stretch of road.

Kathy Leslie Terrance was barely 18 years old, and was being forced to live with her aunt in this lousy neighborhood. Since her mom got divorced, they had to move again and again, until mom got sent to jail for a year. So, Kathy was now staying with her Aunt Becky and her cousin, Martin. He was her adopted cousin. The Terrance’s were a white family, while Martin was black, from Jamaica.

Kathy walked the three blocks to school every day with her cousin Martin. He was seventeen, and quite the creep. He kept making lewd comments about her body. He and his creepy friends were always trying to touch her. For her age she was just average looking, with short blonde hair, average boobs. She was cute, but her strict mom had never let her do anything, and so Kathy looked younger and had hardly any experience with other kids her age.

One day she met another girl at school who also lived nearby. She went with her to her house after school often, rather than walk with her cousin and his friends. On this day around dinner-time, she left to walk home alone. Being new, she turned left when she should have gone straight. Two blocks later, she turned right on Union Avenue. This must be the way, she thought. Up ahead, in the tree shadows, she saw a figure walking towards her. She crossed the street as she shyly, cautiously walked by the dark figure.

Kathy didn’t even notice the two men on her side of the street, by the power box by the sidewalk. The man across the way was Leo. He was with these two other homeless men, Kevin and Jimmy. The three had been waiting for a couple of hours, doing some shitty meth while sharing the last of a joint. They were looking for anyone, any female to come by so they could satisfy their long-starved lust But, as usual, none were to be seen. The last one they’d had was an old homeless black woman, a week ago. Then suddenly, luck came walking their way.

They all saw the girl walking down Union Ave. They couldn’t tell who or what it was, but the person walked like a kid. Leo quickly moved across the street, walking towards this person. Sure enough, the girl crossed the street. In the dim street light from behind her, they could see it was a girl, with blonde hair and a skirt. She looked short, younger, like a kid. Kevin and Jimmy got ready by the large metal power company box. As she walked by, she didn’t even notice the two, her head turned to the right, looking back at the man on the other side of the street.

Kevin jumped forward, his focus on controlling her head; keeping her quiet. She was taken completely by surprise. She let out the start of a cry, but he quickly had his hand over her mouth, his arms wrapped around her head. She struggled of course, but he kept moving her back, keeping her off balance. Jimmy grabbed first one leg, then another, trying to lift her legs off the ground. Leo ran up, grabbed one leg as Jimmy struggled with the other. “Come on!” Kevin growled at them. He began to drag the prize through the tall grass, then up the railroad embankment and across the tracks. Jimmy and Leo kept up as best they could, as Kathy fought to get free. In the grass on the other side, in the shadow, Jimmy said put her down. They did for a moment; Jimmy then punched the girl right in her stomach. She gagged like she was going to throw up, then Leo hit her too. All three each hit her; She didn’t struggle nearly as much now. They grabbed Kathy up and moved through the grass to the woods and towards their camp.

The camp was actually a collection of several campfires, each with a few homeless around it. Bums, beggars, the rejects of the world. The groups rarely worked together or shared anything. Jimmy and the others got to their camp. In the light by the fire, everyone finally got a look at what they had. Everyone remembered the old black woman- they’d been expecting something just as ugly. Instead, they had this. A teenage girl. A white, teenage girl.

Kevin forced her to stand up. She looked to be maybe fifteen or sixteen. She was always outgrowing her swimsuits, much to her mother’s dismay. Her hair was shoulder-length and blonde, nothing too fancy. She definitely had the girl-next-door look, in her school clothes. Grey skirt, white blouse, jacket. One man grabbed her book bag, tossed it to aside to be searched later. Kevin gripped the girl’s neck, tight. As he held her up on her tip toes, he snarled at her.

“Listen up, bitch. You’re gonna entertain us tonight. It’s your turn. You do what we say, we might just let you live. You don’t, I’ll fucking kill you myself! Understand?!” He shook her head as she tried to nod or say yes. He added, “Not one fucking word,” as the others closed in. “I’m going first, assholes!” he growled.

Kathy was shaking, trembling in fear. She’d been grabbed, dragged, punched, carried, then forced to stand in front of a campfire. She had no idea who these people were, what they wanted, where they were going. Then the man had dragged her up, grabbed her neck and told her she’d better do what he told her. He choked her roughly; she couldn’t breathe at all for a long time. He yelled at the others, something about going first and they’d have to wait. Wait? For what? Oh my God, she suddenly realized they were talking about having sex with her. Oh shit, why did it always take her so long to see the obvious?! She looked around; there were at least three older men. She couldn’t run; she could just hold her arms around herself and slowly cry out, “no, no, no, don’t, no...”

The man standing in front of her, the one who had choked her, suddenly grabbed her jacket, forced it off of her. She tried to hold onto it, but he wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her blouse, tore it wide open, popping buttons everywhere. He forced it down and from her arms, as she tried to hold onto that, too. As she did, the others kept pushing her, shoving her. The man grabbed her bra, violently yanked it and ripped the hook apart in back. No sooner was her bra off than her skirt was torn and pulled down. As they forced her skirt off, more hands forced her panties down. Suddenly they let her go, stood back a step. Everyone stared at Kathy. She was completely nude now, shaking hands trying desperately to cover her trembling body. She just kept saying over and over, “No, don’t, don’t, don’t...”

Quickly the man who had stripped her pushed her down to the ground. He stood over her, taking off his pants. The others gathered around. He told them all to get lost. “This could take some time!” he laughed. They stayed and watched as the man pushed Kathy down onto her back, forcing his way between her legs. He leaned down, hands caressing her breasts roughly as he forced his tongue into her mouth. He did this for a while, while rubbing his junk against her hairy vagina. Kathy has a regular bush down there now, something she kept trimmed for her swimsuit. Now he was rubbing himself against her there. She’d had sex before. Well, once, with her old boyfriend. Now she struggled to keep the man off of her, but he instead just reached down, put his penis to her pussy and started working it around. She heard someone say that was his sleeping bag she was on. “That means I’m next!” he’d yelled. Someone handed the man on top of her a bottle of water. He poured it on his thing, getting her bush all wet. She fought against him, but her whole body ached from the punches and getting thrown about. She felt him push into her just as she was getting really tired. She squeezed her vagina, trying to force him out, but he was big, and kept pushing in more and more. He thighs involuntarily spread wider as he entered her, trying to ease the pain of sex. She felt him start to rape her, moving back and forth inside of her.