Trapped In By All These Mountains

Rating: NC-17, Dead Dove

Fandom: MCR

Ships: light Frerard, Gerard/OMC gangbang

Warnings: Transmisogyny, gang rape, vomit

Gee stood against the wall of a truck stop in Somewhere, West Virginia, cigarette perched loosely between her lips as her eyes wandered across the mountaintops, power lines cutting through swaths of forest, trees colored orange and red to match the sky as the sun set over Appalachia. A chill pierced the air, and Gee felt cold even underneath her hoodie, just a little too big for her. She tossed the remains of her cigarette and stomped it out, before turning to enter the building. 

"Wait- Gee," Frankie said, grabbing her by the sleeve. "You going in to-?"

"Piss, yeah," Gee interjected, shrugging her off. "You want me to grab something out of the vending machine on the way out?"

"No," Frankie said, jerking her head back. "Those guys were just looking at us funny. You want me to come in with you in case they try something?" 

Gee leaned over inconspicuously to look at the guys her girlfriend was gesturing to. It was a group of them- one tall and skinny and all sharp angles down to the fucking tip of his goatee, one a bit on the heavy side with mid-length curls, and another with similarly textured but longer hair, easily the tallest of the three and holding a Bud Light. She wouldn't want to tussle with any of them, but…

"I think you're just being paranoid," Gee said, leaning in to press a kiss to Frankie's lips, tasting the nicotine on them. "Head back to the bus, I'll be fine."

Frankie didn't seem convinced. Gee tilted her head a little. 

"I have a knife in my boot if I need it, sugar."

Frankie sighed and gave one final glance toward the guys. They were talking amongst themselves now, not paying them any mind, so…

"Just be careful," Frankie said.

"I will," Gee assured her, and watched her head off toward the tour bus where it was parked.

To be fair, she didn't really know how she was supposed to be careful while pissing, but she tried not to be too freaked out when she heard the door shut behind someone else coming in- it's fine. Public restrooms are supposed to have people coming into them. She just had to go wash her hands and haul ass to the bus and then go tell Frankie everything was fine, because it was. She'd be fine, and…

Gee pushed the door open and walked out of the stall. She was on the floor before she even saw it coming, arms pinned behind her and a boot pressed right up against her cheek as he worked something long, flat, and leather- a belt, maybe- around her wrists. She thought she heard her knife skate across the tile.

One of the guys whistled behind her, circling around and kneeling by her head. It was one of the guys from earlier, the one with a goatee. 

"Guess all that experience with cattle really paid off, eh, Mike?"

"Ain't no different than takin' down a hog," the guy, Mike apparently, sneered from on top of her. Gee wriggled in her bind, wishing she had just shut up and let Frankie come with her. The weight lifted off her back, and suddenly, she was being pulled by her hands up to her feet, and-

"Hey, don't-!" Gee cried indignantly as Mike pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties, leaving her exposed. She felt like she was about to start crying. Fuck, this was actually happening to her. This was real and she didn't have a way out and fuck, there wasn't a way to stem the flow of tears now it was starting.

"You owe me 20 bucks, Jerome," Mike said from behind her as he shuffled her panties the rest of the way off. 

"I'll be damned," Jerome, the big guy, commented and came a little closer, grinning wildly. "We caught a tranny in the wild."

"You want to go first?" Goatee guy, as yet unnamed, prompted. 

"Go first wha-" Gee's eyes widened. "You- you can't- I'm a virgin!"

Goatee grinned, hand reaching down to run over the front of his jeans. "That just turns me on more."

Gee squealed and tried to wrestle herself out of Mike's grip with a new fervor, but he wouldn't let go. Jerome came closer, hands running up the front of Gee's hoodie, groping at her tits through the fabric. She whined.

"I'll- please don't," she begged. "Don't do this. I'll give you money, I'll do whatever you want-"

"Shut up, bitch," Jerome barked and smacked her across the face, his hand leaving a stinging mark in its wake. "You're gonna fucking take it, I don't want your damn money. Turn around."

Gee hesitated, but then there were hands pulling at her, and she didn't have a choice anymore, she was being turned around to face Mike and bent over and propped against his chest and his hands were in her hair and someone- Jerome- was grabbing her ass, and she couldn't stop herself from choking on her own tears, gasping desperately for breath against Mike's chest. And then she felt someone spit on her asshole, and it felt so fucking dirty, and next thing she knew Jerome was pushing in and fuck, he was big. Gee cried out and squirmed, but Mike was in front of her, holding her still with a grip like iron while it felt like her insides were being split in half. He wasn't gentle with her, either, fucking into her quick and rough from the start, like he saw her less as a person and more as a warm hole to fuck. Gee sobbed, still shell-shocked and reeling. She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her, that someone would do this. Every thrust into her sent a new shockwave of pain and humiliation through her system, tears rolling down her cheeks in an unstoppable cascade. 

As Jerome used her asshole, Gee felt the hand tangled in her hair starting to push her down. She gasped as her face was pressed flush against the hard bulge in Mike's jeans. Her eyes darted up to meet his, cold and uncaring. He twisted her long black hair around his hand and shoved his jeans and boxers down, pulling her closer until her lips were forced against the head of his cock, hard and throbbing. She knew what he wanted from her, and she didn't fucking want to, and God, why did this have to happen to her?

Gee knew better than to refuse, though- for all she knew, they would kill her without a second thought if she didn't, so she opened up. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, taking him in deeper as she sucked- she tried to pace herself, but every thrust into her from behind forced her further down, until his cock hit the back of her throat. Gee gagged around him, but she wasn't given room to pull off, so she was forced to keep her mouth open and bear it. Gee struggled against the bind around her hands with no luck. The hands in her hair tightened as Mike took control, fucking into her with no regard for the way his thrusts bruised the back of her throat- like he thought of her as a fleshlight rather than a person.

Gee didn't even notice when the guy behind her finally finished, until he pulled out completely and she felt something dripping down her taint. She didn't have time to think before his cock was being replaced by another, not quite as big but just as rough with her, fucking into her hard and fast like a jackrabbit. She felt spit dripping down her chin as Mike thrust into her mouth, heard herself gagging and choking around him. Somewhere in the back of her throat, she felt the harsh burn of bile rising, and thrashed as fiercely as she could, trying to wriggle her way free. Mike didn't budge. Gee could feel the spit and bile dribbling from her lips as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, just to thrust back in again. Eventually he pulled out, smacking his dick against her spit-shiny lips as he painted her face with cum.

Gee hung her head, another wave of nausea coming over her, not helped by the way Goatee was fucking into her, jolting her entire body with each thrust. She let out a low groan, which was duly ignored. She tried her best to suppress it, but she couldn't, and more came up, mostly acrid liquid and the scattered remains of the instant grits she'd eaten at some shitty hotel that morning spilling over the filthy tile floor under her. Her throat felt like it was lined with razors. 

Someone was speaking- sounded like it was somewhere over to the left, but Gee was too overwhelmed to process a single word of it. 

She wasn't sure how much longer it was until Goatee pulled out, but she eventually wound up face-down in a cold pool of her own upchuck on the bathroom floor. Her wrists felt raw from the tightness of the belt abandoned around them, and somewhere in the back of her head, she was dimly aware of a throbbing pain in her temples. The door creaked open. 

"Fuck, Gee?" Called Frankie's voice, small and shaky. Gee couldn't muster more than a low groan in response. Footsteps rushed toward her, and Gee felt her head being lifted into someone's lap. She turned to face her, hazy eyes meeting Frankie's.

"Fuck- fuck, I should've come sooner, I knew- fuck- let's… shit, let's get you back to the bus, okay?" Frankie said, starting to hoist her up. That sounded like a great idea.