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Molly
by semiater
aspererus (at) yahoo.com
M+/f, BDsm, nc, humil, rape, teen 173Kb
Molly was a very unfortunate young girl. She was not a model by any means,
but that's not to say she wasn't a beautiful girl. She was, she was really
more, cute, cute and beautiful. Molly stood 5'3" tall, and had shoulder length
red hair much befitting her Irish heritage. Her skin was a very light,
interspersed with freckles. Her body, with a few more years would add muscle
and increase its shapely form. Though, now she was a very thin girl, possessing
womanly charms, but not yet fully developed in some areas, her breasts however
had taken on their full size. They were not overly large, but still made for
quite a handful. Her facial features were very delicate, and somewhat rounded.
Molly's life had become very difficult in the last year. Her mother, the
matriarch of the family, had died about a year ago in a car crash. Her father,
a nice man, just couldn't deal with the situation, and turned to alcohol to ease
his suffering. He could no longer be concerned with Molly, or her problems.
But it was not her father who was the great difficulty in her life, it was her
20 year old brother. He was a young man that deeply needed his mother. She had
prevented him from getting into trouble when she was alive. He had always had
severe emotional problems, and was a little slow. He had been held back 2 years
in school. Though 20 years old, he was just a high school senior, and on
questionable grounds to whether he would graduate at all.
One morning Molly woke up to find him sitting on her bed, caressing her
breast. He'd had made his way into her room, and pulled down the strap of her
nightgown. She did not scream she woke to him there, she was shocked. Once
he'd noticed her awake, he casually left the room. Molly was speechless, and
knew it was time to move on.
Molly aspired to make it to university and become a teacher someday. She
was an honor roll student and the intellectual pride of her class. But she knew
it was impossible for her to remain in this household and still achieve her
dreams. It was too difficult a situation, she knew that soon enough, her
brothers attentions would not involve just caressing her breast. That it would
progress to full blown rape. She was not about to allow that to happen. She
had worked hard to maintain her virtue. She had always possessed the quality
that made boys love her, and want her desperately. Perhaps it was her
sweetness, her kindness, something about the way she looked?
She was a popular date, even if, after great efforts and expense, the boys
made it home with little to show for their troubles but a peck on the cheek.
Molly packed a bag with clothes, and some of the things she thought
necessary for her journey. There was no need to maintain stealth. Her father
was passed out on the couch downstairs, drunk and oblivious. Her brother had
sped away in his car after she'd discovered him in her room. She had a few
hundred dollars saved up from babysitting, and she cleaned out her father's
wallet. He had just been paid, and had a large sum of money. With regards to
finances, she wasn't in bad of shape. She hoped to make it from her small Ohio
town to Chicago. Her aunt lived there, she was her mother's only sister. She
would take care of her, Molly was confidant it would all work out. She just
needed to get out of this house before anything bad happened.
It took less than an hour for Molly to pack, take the money from her father
and head out the door. She didn't call her friends, she didn't call her aunt,
she didn't leave a note. She just wanted out of there as quickly as possible,
she would contact everybody when she was safe and far away from home.
Molly began the trek to the highway, trying to avoid the most direct and
visible route, she didn't much want anybody to see her. So she took the longer
path, but it did follow along a small beautiful road.
She had been walking for maybe and hour and a half, and had moved well away
from town when a large black BMW pulled off the road in front of her. The
driver opened the window as she walked by, the windows were tinted, so she could
not see if anybody was in the car beside the driver. He was in his early
thirties probably, dressed impeccably. He was powerfully built. Somewhat
intimidating, but he had a very young smooth face.
"Hello, can I give you a ride?"
"Umm, I don't think so?" Molly knew she was going to hitch a ride at some
point, but like this? She wasn't quite ready to hitch one yet. She was a
little scared, her heart had begun beating quicker when the car pulled off the
road, she hadn't yet built up the courage to do it yet.
"Are you sure? I'm heading to Chicago, so I can take you a long way if you
need?"
Wow she thought to herself, Chicago, that's where she needed to go, this
would be great, and he was dressed so nice. She was still scared, but it was
mitigated by the upstanding appearance of him and the car.
"Okay, but nothing funny!" Molly tried to act confident
"No, no problem, nothing funny, it will be good to just have the company,
it's a long drive alone."
Molly started to feel a little bit better, this was good, a trip to Chicago
straight away.
"Why don't you get in the back seat, it's more comfortable!"
She moved to the back door, and opened it. She threw her bag in, and began
to sit down when she saw the other man sitting there.
She tried to grab her bag and get away from the car, but it was too late.
The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. The man in the front seat got
out and closed the door behind her. He was back in the car and they was moving
down the highway before she even knew what was going on.
"Hello" The man holding her wrist said to her.
Molly reached her free hand for the door handle, but it was locked, and
there was no button to free the lock from the back seat that she could see. The
windows were tinted dark, so nobody could see in, to see her being held.
The man next to her was also dressed with remarkable taste and refinement.
The suit was a beautiful black double breasted number. She could feel the fine
fabric press against her as he held tight to her wrist.
"I would really rather you not struggle, it's going to be a long drive to
the city, and you might as well sit back and enjoy it. You're not going
anyplace."
The man spoke with an elegance and grace, and had he not been holding her
wrist, she probably would have felt very safe.
He was not nearly so bulky as the man in the front seat. His features were
much more effeminate and fine.
"So, what's your name little girl?" He squeezed down on her wrist to trying
to illicit a response from her.
"Mmomooolllllly"
"What a nice name. How old are you?"
"almost 16"
"Well, my name is Michael, and in the front seat, there's Tony. Say Hi to
Tony Molly."
"Hello"
"Hello Molly, so nice to meet you!" Tony turned his head from the road to
smile at her.
"Hey Tony, give me the handkerchief from your jacket."
"It's going to be a long drive Molly, and I really don't want to hold your
wrists that whole time."
He took the handkerchief Tony offered him from the front seat. Michael
forced her to twist around so he could tie her wrists behind her back. He tied
them together with Tony's silk handkerchief. Then he forced the one from his
own jacket into her mouth.
"That's good, why don't you take a little nap before we get home."
Molly just sat terrified. What was going on here? She sat stiffly in the
leather seat, her wrists forced beneath her body. They ached from being pressed
beneath her own weight. Perspiration formed on her brow as she contemplated the
horror's that might befall her. Her senses were heightened, she noticed the
smallest movements or noises coming from the men, terrified at what they might
do.
Slowly, as fear took much out of her, maybe an hour after she'd been picked
up, her eyes grew heavy. She found herself having a harder and harder time
remaining awake. She would sit bolt upright as she nearly passed out afraid of
what might happen if she did. But the lids of her eyes kept sinking down. Till
finally she could keep them open no longer and she did fall asleep, and remained
in it's blissful confines till she felt herself being lifted out of the car by
Tony.
She awoke in his arms being carried through a large garage. It was filled
with not only the BMW she'd been in, but a Ferrari, a Porsche, and a few kinds
of cars she didn't even recognize. She didn't have much time to look around,
for she was being carried into the house. It was a huge house, at least the
parts she could see of it, she saw the marble counters in the kitchen, the large
stainless steel appliances. But only for a moment. She was carried up a back
staircase. She was taken to a large bedroom. Against one wall was a massive
bed with four large wooden posts at the corners. Tony dumped her on the bed,
and walked from the room. She was left alone with her thoughts, she did not try
and move from the bed. Her wrists were still tied, and her mouth filled with
the handkerchief, effectively gagging her.
Tony came back into the bedroom about fifteen minutes later, he had changed
into a long silk smoking jacket. She could not know, but wore nothing on
underneath except his incipient erection.
"Mr. Smith thinks you should get cleaned up a bit."
Tony climbed on the bed, and rolled her over on her stomach, untying the
handkerchief from her wrists, then pulled free the gag in her mouth. He climbed
off the bed, holding her wrist in his hand he pulled her off too. She was led
to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He'd brought along some toiletries
for her to clean up with, and gave her two pills to swallow. She didn't know
what they were, she didn't ask, and he didn't tell.
"Okay, now don't think about trying to get away. The house is guarded, and
I'll be just outside the door. You have 2 hours, make yourself look nice,
really nice." He handed her a white lace garter belt, and beautiful white
stockings.
"And put these on when you're done. Understand?"
He pushed her into the bathroom, and closed the door. The bathroom was
large, larger than the whole of her bedroom and her brother's bedroom combined
back in her parents house. She dropped to the marble tiled floor, and started
to cry. She had sat there wailing for maybe five minutes when she heard Tony
enjoin her to get moving. There was a clock on the wall, so she could tell how
long she had. She stripped out of her clothes, peering around her, covering her
body thinking somebody might be watching, and got into the shower. Her body
quivered as she thought about what was happening. The shower, it was massive,
nine nozzles coming from every conceivable direction. She sat in the shower for
at least a half hour, just letting the warm run over her body, caressing her
skin till she started to fell a pressure build in her gut.
She raced from the shower to the toilet. She barely making it in time
before her body cleared itself completely. It was painful, her stomach
convulsed and cramped till she thought her insides would be ripped out. Molly
collapsed to the floor and began crying, everything was a blur, it was all so
confusing.
After her out burst she lifted herself from the tile and began cleaning
herself up. She tried as well as she could to make herself up nice, but all the
makeup in the world could not hide the look on her face, the fear, panic, it was
obvious in her features.
Molly finished preparing herself well before the time had elapsed. She felt
naked, and dirty wearing the garter belt and stockings and nothing else. She
just collapsed on the floor, and cried herself into oblivion for the third time.
She didn't even notice when the door opened, and Tony stepped in. He picked
her up from the floor without the slightest indication of effort on his part.
She was carried into the bedroom and tossed back on the massive bed. She could
see that leather clasps had been added to the four corners of the bed. She
didn't realize their purpose at first, she didn't even understand what they were
initially.
Tony stood over her beside the bed, forcing her to lay on her back. Without
words he attached each of the straps, first to her ankles, then to her wrists,
pulling her limbs wide till she was spread on the bed. Tony pulled the straps
taut, to the point where it was painful, then forced a pillow up under her back.
"Michael will be in a few moments."
She lay there for maybe five minutes alone. She tried not to lose control,
she was crying, occasionally struggling in her bonds to no effect, babbling
softly. She'd broken out into a cold sweat as fear pulsed through her body.
There was now a sheen of sweat covering her. When Michael walked in, she began
to shake uncontrollably, her wrists and ankles pulling hard against the straps,
but she could not move. She could not close her legs as she so desperately
wanted.
Michael moved into the room, his gait was more like a glide, smooth, and
subtle. He was also dressed in a long smoking jacket like Tony wore. Before
the door fully closed he'd stripped it off. He was not a large man, at least
not in the overall frame of his body, but his prick was not in proportion to his
body. It projected in front of him, standing firmly at attention, it was huge.
Molly looked on him in terror, a long low moan came from beneath the
handkerchief Tony had forced in her mouth. She had never seen a man's member
before, definitely not erect.
There was to be no foreplay from Michael, he climbed on the bed, and moved
between her taut, spread legs. He knelt there for a moment, taking in the
vision of her before him. He could see the terror in her eyes as she stared up
at him, pleading, begging. Her chest moved up and down quickly as her breath
came heavy in her terror. He moved his hand along the inside of her thigh, but
only for an instant, his hands were soft on her skin. Molly tried to recoil from
his touch but she had no place to go, the bonds held her tight.
She screamed as his hand ran over her legs. His gentle movements did not
last for long, as soon as she became accustomed to his touch, even slightly, he
violently drove forward, slamming his prick into her sex. At first the movement
was halted by her courageous hymen. But the defense could not last for long,
and soon Michael was buried to the hilt in her virgin channel. Molly had began
screaming as she had never done before the moment she felt his penis at the
entrance of her cunt, and still she hadn't let up when he was buried in her, her
virginity shattered. It was a scream of absolute pain. Her maidenhood was now
gone. Michael enjoyed the feel of her tight vaginal cavity on his prick. It
seemed to contract and grab hold of his cock. Molly's screams slowly subsided,
at least relative to her initial chorus.
She cried out each time he thrust in, she would let out a quick, sharp
scream as he drove deep in her, but Michael had more stamina than Molly had
screams. After a few minutes, she became silent and just stared at the ceiling.
Michael's weight was heavy upon her, she kept being driven forward, toward
the head of the bed. He put the whole strength of his hips and back into each
thrust, she could feel the tension on her ankles as she was driven back.
Michael pounded into her body, staring down into her vacant eyes as they stared
past him, through him, to the ceiling above. It was agonizing for her, she'd
faded into a state of shock, every sensation she felt, every ounce of pain hit
her. Molly's only luck was that Michael could not last long, his powerful
thrusts lasted only for a few minutes. He was turned on by the young girl
beneath him. He released a great load of cum into her pussy then collapsed on
her, crushing her breasts under him, her legs squeezed him between their
stretched muscles.
He loved the feel, he loved feeling her under him. He could feel her chest
move as she struggled to get out the tears, as she breathed her aggrieved
breaths. His penis slowly softened in her. He reached to her head and took a
clump of her hair in his hands, lifting her so she looked at him.
"You are a beautiful girl, I will be sorry to see you go, but eventually,
you'll make my boys very happy employees."
He let go of her hair and climbed off her. He picked the smoking jacket
from the floor and put it on. He headed out the door without another word of
comment. It had happened so fast, as if in a dream. She could feel the blood,
and cum dripping from her pussy, so she knew it was not a dream, it was a
nightmare, a real live nightmare. She struggled for a second to pull her hands
free, but it wasn't to be, the leather cut into her wrists and ankles. Molly
tried to compose herself when she heard the door open again, this time Tony
walked in. By the time she looked up to see him, his smoking jacket was off and
he was moving toward her. He was on the bed crawling between her widely splayed
legs, His prick was even more massive that Michael's, and his body was so much
larger, so much more, huge!
"How did you like that my dear?" he ran his hand over her foot.
"You'd better get used to it you little whore. You're going to become an
expert fuck soon enough. You'll be on your back for many, many men."
No sooner than the words had come out than he was kneeling between her legs.
She looked up and into his eyes for a second, trying to plead with him, but
there was no hope, she saw no sense of pity in his eyes, just lust. She could
see his massive member poised near her cunt. The mattress compressed more under
his weight than it had with Michael's. Tony ran his hand on her thighs, his
hands were much rougher, callused. They moved up to her pussy, rubbing in the
mixed blood and cum, taking some onto his fingers Tony lifted it to her face,
showing her the results of the earlier deed.
"I don't think we need this gag any longer, do you?" He pulled the soaked
silk from her mouth.
"Here, have a taste." Molly tried to clamp her mouth shut, but with his
other hand, Tony pinched closed her nostrils, and made her open up to breathe.
When she did, forced his blood and cum coated fingers into her mouth and made
her lick them clean. Molly coughed, and tried to spit the vile tasting
combination out after he'd pulled his fingers free from her mouth.
"You'd better get used to it, there will be much more enjoyable things to
come for you."
Tony began molding her breasts in his large hands, squeezing hard, tweaking
her nipples. He pinched them tight between his fingers, he was looking to draw
a scream from her, and it worked. Molly came to life again after becoming
apathetic and beaten only seconds before. She struggled desperately against her
bonds. Her crotch was in too much pain to move her legs very much but she still
squirmed. Tony enjoyed her machinations, as she tried pointlessly to free
herself he liked her fight. He sat back, kneeling between her legs just looking
at her, watching her struggle, he loved to see the muscles of her arms and legs
fight the unwavering leather. He enjoyed hearing her pained moans as he twisted
her breasts, he loved it all.
"Please, Please let me go!" Molly implored.
"Why are you doing this to me. Please, Please let me go!"
Tony did not even respond, he eased himself down over her so his left hand
was just adjacent to her breast on the mattress, he used his other hand to guide
his prick into her opening.
"Just lay back and enjoy it."
He slid in her without much difficulty, Michael had provided the lubrication
and had broken the barrier, Tony's duty was much easier. He pushed his cock the
full way into her channel her scream accompanied the entry.
It wasn't as bad this time for Molly, but it still ached, there was more
lubrication from Michael's eruption, but her body still would not lubricate
itself. She could feel the friction on each thrust. She screamed again as
another prick violated her, more from the humiliation than pain, though there
was some of both in her cries.
Tony was a much slower operator than Michael, it only further intensified
the pain for Molly. On each forward thrust, he used all his strength to drive
into her. He could feel her legs tighten around her hips as her ankles were
held tight by the straps. It was a glorious feeling for Tony. He feel into a
rhythm. The deep inserting thrust, followed by his slow withdrawal, pulling
his prick out, to the point of almost taking the tip out of her channel, then
the deep push forward, till once again he was buried completely within her. The
head of his cock pushing into her cervix. He collapsed onto her so all his upper
body weight lay directly upon her as he slid on her. Her breasts were crushed
under him, their soft mounds cushions to his body. Occasionally, he would force
his mouth on hers, driving his tongue deep into her throat. Molly wanted to
gag, to turn her head away from the intrusion, but his jaws, his weight clamped
her tight and she was forced to endure. She could feel his stomach muscles
contract with each entry into her, each time he impaled his cock deep within
her.
Tony continued the pattern for at least ten minutes. It was an agonizing
time for Molly. The sharp pain had turned into a dull ache, she had lost most
of the feeling, it was more just the movement inside her as his cock mashed her
insides. Finally she felt Tony's muscle's tensing, and felt him clinch his
body, the flood of his semen shot into her cunt. Filling her to the brim with
his warm sperm.
Tony felt it coming and he had increased his pace until he could no longer
hold out, he dumped his load into the girl. The release was intensely
pleasurable. He collapsed upon her, her chin barely sneaking out over his
shoulder.
He lay on her panting for a few moments, then whispered in her ear.
"Thank you. I would have loved to break you in first, but second isn't bad
either?"
Tony climbed off Molly after his cock lost it's rigidity, he paused for a
moment to look at the results of his work. The stream of cum from her pussy
pooled on the covers below the V her legs made. She just lay on the bed,
motionless and broken. Tony put back on his jacket, being careful to not rub
his still aching and hypersensitive cock, and walked out the door.
Molly lay there, stunned, in shock, incapable of moving. She thought that
at least it was over, the two men had taken her. Tears flowed over her cheeks
as she again made futile efforts to test her bonds. A sense of despair and
malaise broke over her body as she sobbed. The door opened again, surprising
her. She looked up expecting to see Tony again, perhaps to release her, but it
was a man dressed in a butlers uniform. He didn't speak to her, just stood next
to the bed for a moment. She saw him undoing his belt, then heard the zipper
fall. She turned her head away, staring straight ahead to the ceiling. Her
tears stopped, she couldn't even cry now, she just felt numb. He was on her,
between her legs, then driving into her. He was loud, and rough. He filled her
already full pussy with his juices. . Molly just lay there, unmoving and
lifeless as he climbed off. She did not look at him as he dressed. She heard
him zip up then he was out the door.
Molly was not surprised when almost immediately upon the butlers departure,
the door opened again. She didn't even bother this time to look as the man came
in. She didn't see the him till he'd climbed upon her. It was a huge black
man, with a correspondingly huge cock. The butler, while rough with her had not
been too bad, his thrusts had not been too painful for her, the numbness blotted
everything out, but with this new man, it was again painful. Agonizing, like
the first time with Michael, maybe worse. She let out small yelps of pain as he
thrust into her. His giant cock pounding into her, the tears again welled up in
her eyes.
He didn't last long, after a few minutes of driving into her pussy, he
pulled out, and climbed over her, straddling her chest. She didn't know what he
was doing at first. Then, the huge man took a breast in each hand, and squeezed
them tightly around his massive pole. He thrust into her breasts with great
earnestness, there was slight lubrication from her own sex, and rapists cum,
that helped ease the friction against her skin. Her breasts became red as blood
flowed into them, his ass rested on her stomach. She felt his cock between her
breasts, as it pulsed. She looked down at the massive head just in time to see
the huge white jet of sperm fly into her face. The great spurts covered her, she
shut her eyes immediately by reflex. The trail ran over her mouth, and her eye,
into her beautiful red hair. He cleaned the tip of his cock off by rubbing it
on her breast. Pushing the head into her soft flesh, moaning as he did, a deep
guttural moan of pleasure and satisfaction. Then he to was gone, she heard the
door shut behind him. Molly couldn't open her right eye for the cum planted on
the lid, and she couldn't open her mouth unless she wanted the vile substance to
flow into her mouth.
Molly lay on the bed, tortured, hoping it was over, but again the door swung
opened. She looked to the door this time with her one open eye. She saw a
small oriental man come in. He wore dirty jeans, and a sweat stained t-shirt,
he looked like the gardener. He had scarcely made it through the door when he
began removing his pants. He didn't even bother with her pussy, probably due to
the mess that was there from the men before him. He climbed on the bed,
crawling over her till he straddled her chest, placing his sweaty ass on the her
breasts. He grabbed for the back of her head with his worn and stained hands,
forcing her head up, driving one of his dirty fingers in between her teeth he
wedged her lips open, then, in a quick movement, he thrust his cock deep into
her throat. It wasn't a huge member, but she had never had a man in her mouth
before. The gag reflex was difficult to over come, she tried to cough, to spit
out in spite of his member filling her mouth. She could taste and smell his
sweat as his crotch was forced into her nose, his pubic hair was wet with sweat.
He was by no means gentle, with his hands on the back of her head, he forced her
to swallow his cock, making her take him in as deeply as she could. He didn't
bother to drive into her with his hips, he forced her head over his cock by
using her hair as a handle. He did not last. She felt his member grow for an
instant, ballooning with cum, and then spurted his essence deep into her throat.
The small man let out a huge scream of pleasure as he released, his hands
remained on the back of her head, her neck strained upward. He left his cock in
her mouth, driving it deeper, forcing her to swallow as much cum as she could.
When his erection subsided, he pulled out. Trailing more cum onto her chin
and neck. Then he was gone. Some cum still pooled in her mouth, she just
couldn't swallow any more. Molly lay there, no longer crying, she had taken too
much. She was in shock, staring blindly at the ceiling. She expected the door
to open again, and a new tormentor to enter, but nobody came. She finally
passed out from exhaustion and humiliation, the taste of sperm filling her, the
drying liquid on her face and chest.
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Molly was out for a time, there was no way for her to tell how long. She
would pass out, then regain consciousness intermittently. She couldn't open her
one eye still, and the cum had began to dry on her face and body. She could
feel her hair matted, her body covered, and filled with sperm. She was chilled
in the room, bound naked, a layer of sweat sat on her body, mixed from her own
terror, and the excretions of the men.
She heard the door open, her eyes remained closed, she no longer cared. She
felt somebody at her wrist, undoing the buckle, then to the other, and finally
her ankles. She made no effort to close her legs, they remained widely spread
on the bed after the bonds were freed. Her pussy ached, she did not want to
move.
"Time to get cleaned up." It was the voice of Tony, he let her lay there
for a few minutes longer as he stepped away into the bathroom. She could her
the bath starting to be run. Then she felt his presence next to the bed again.
He'd brought a towel to clean the cum from her eye, but left the rest, the line
down her chin, and the line in her hair. He grabbed for her wrist and pulled
her into a sitting position when she finally opened her eyes again.
He pulled her off the bed, she tried, but was unable to walk to the bathroom
on her own. Her legs were barely awake after being tied spread in one position
for so long, and the pain in her cunt made any movement pure hell. Tony had to
carry her into the bathroom. Once inside, he gently placed her into the warm
tub of water. He did not speak when he turned and walked out the door. She was
left alone.
The water felt good on her abused body. She tried to move her hand down to
her pussy and see if she could relieve the pain, but it was of no use. So she
just sat there, lounging in the warm water, trying to forget. she tried hard to
clean her body later, trying to scrub herself down, trying to feel clean, trying
to get the vile taste from her mouth.
Molly lost all track of time, she feel asleep in the tub, sleep becoming the
only place of solitude for her. She only awoke when the door opened and Tony
walked in. She looked up, dazed for a moment from the sleep. For an instant
and thought she really saw some kindness in his eyes, but it was fleeting and
then gone.
"Okay, time to get out." Tony reached and offered his hand to assist her
out.
"Feeling any better?"
Molly nodded yes, afraid to speak, afraid to tell him she really wasn't
feeling much better, angry with him for doing this to her.
He handed her a towel to dry off with, and then some kind of oil to rub over
her battered pussy. It eased the pain. He offered her no clothes to wear, and
led her back to the bedroom. The sheets had been changed, and the covers pulled
back. Tony made her lay on the bed, and gently forced her wrists behind her
back. Molly didn't struggle as he tied a silk cloth around her wrists. It
wasn't pleasant to be bound, but the silk did not cause her more pain, and just
made her slightly uncomfortable. Tony pulled the covers over her body, and as
soon as the lights were out, she was off to sleep. It was not even sleep in
some ways, it was more like she had just passed out. Totally oblivious that the
world continued to move around her.
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Molly slept through the night without waking. She didn't hear a thing till
the next morning when the door opened and she came to. Her arms had fallen
asleep behind her back, but she was thankful to have gotten any rest at all.
She didn't even turn to look at the door, just kept laying on her side. She
felt something set down on the bed, the covers were lifted and she felt hands
untying the silk binding on her wrists.
"Time for some breakfast."
Molly moved her arms to try and regain some manner of feeling in her limbs.
When she turned over, there was a silver serving tray with an assortment of
food. Molly was famished, and began devouring the food. She had not eaten since
the night before she'd left home. She was aware of her nakedness, but given her
hunger, didn't even try to cover herself. Tony sat next to her on the bed, and
began caressing her breasts while she ate. It made her uncomfortable, she tried
to recoil initially, but he pulled her close to him again. A small tear welled
in the corner of her eye, but there was little she could do. She turned back to
the tray and continued to eat.
"Oh, here, take these." He handed her the same type pills she'd been given
the previous day.
"What are they?"
"You really don't need to know."
Molly just moved back to her meal. She wanted to know, but she didn't want
to take any chances at upsetting him further. Tony continued kneading her
breasts. It wasn't really painful, but it was an odd experience for her. Two
days ago, she hadn't even allowed a boy to touch her breasts, she had never had
sex, and now, she allowed this man to fondle her as she just paid attention to
the food in front of her.
"The pills, one is a laxative so that you get cleaned out, and the other is
a birth control pill, to prevent you from getting pregnant."
Molly didn't quite understand the need for the laxative, but at least she
wouldn't get pregnant from this whole thing. Finishing up her meal, she didn't
realize how hungry she had been, all the happenings had distracted her from the
hunger.
"You've got an hour to relax." He handed her a remote control for a TV, and
then got up to open the entertainment center across the room.
"After an hour, get into the bathroom, put back on the garter belt and
stockings." Tony then left the room, leaving her alone.
She could hear the door lock, so there was no place for her to go. She got
up and walked to the window. Her legs were weary and trembling beneath her
weight. Her pussy was sore and ached. She looked out the window. All she
could see was a tree filled yard. There was nothing visible to define where she
was, just a house surrounded by trees. Standing made her body hurt, so she lay
back on the bed and turned on the television. At one point, her stomach again
began to cramp, and she had to run to the bathroom to relieve herself. Then
more TV.
The hour passed quickly, and then she heard a knock on the door. No words
were spoken, but she knew it was time to move into the bathroom and get ready.
She got in the shower, she didn't know how much time she was allowed, so she
made it quick. She cleaned up, and prepared herself as best she could. Then
she saw the garter belt and stockings laying in the little dressing area. They
had not been cleaned. She could see the spots where the cum had dried from the
day before, they smelled. She was revolted to put them on, but she did it
anyway, she knew she didn't have a choice in the matter. Molly looked at
herself in the mirror. Even to herself, she looked different today, she looked
older, dirtier, different, slutier.
Molly stepped out the bathroom door into the bedroom. She let out a small
scream as Tony sat directly in front of her at the foot of the bed.
"Very nice." He stood up and walked to the Molly. He reached down and put
his hand between her legs. She felt his fingers run over her pussy, stopping at
the her entrance to insert a finger. She was dry, and it hurt when he entered
her, though his movements were gentle enough. With his other hand Tony forced
her head down, so she was leaning over at the waist. He turned her around, and
pushed her legs apart, wider till she almost lost her balance and fell forward.
His fingers moved to her anus. He rubbed his finger around the rim of her ass,
trying to get it to relax. He slowly moved his finger inside her, burying
himself to the knuckle, rotating his finger around till the muscle relaxed, and
he could move his finger deeper. He heard a little yelp from her, and then she
started to whimper softly, but she did not react more than that.
Her anus was uncomfortable with the presence of his finger. It felt so
large up her ass. He moved his finger around a little in her rectum, then
pulled out, making a popping noise as the suction gave way.
Tony moved to one of the chairs in the room and sat down.
"Come here." He motioned her over to him.
"Get on your knees!" Tony spread his legs wide, the bulge in his pants was
clearly visible. Molly got on her knees before him, but well away from him,
five or six feet away.
"No, come closer." Molly crawled over to him, in between his legs, every
movement was painful for her, the carpet was rough on her skin. Her sex every
time she moved it hurt.
Molly moved close to Tony, but apparently not close enough for his liking.
He reached out and grabbed her hair pulling her closer as she cried out. He
forced her head down, so her cheek rubbed against the bulge in his pants, and
held her there.
"Doesn't that feel good, a big cock all ready for you?" Tony ran his large
hands through her hair, like somebody petting a kitten.
Then he lifted her head off his lap, holding, or gripping her hair in his
hand, while he unzipped his pants. His massive penis popped through the fly.
He did not speak, just pulled her mouth to his member. Molly tried to resist,
but he was stronger than she was, and he pushed her mouth down over the tip of
his cock. She did not try to keep her mouth shut, there was no point. Tony
pushed her head down over his member, at first it wasn't bad, then more and more
of the length disappeared into her mouth, and the more she had difficulty taking
it in. Molly began gagging, and coughing, but still he pushed her head down.
She tried to struggle away, but his hands held her tight. The tears ran down
her cheeks as he let out a huge grunt of pleasure. Her lips encircled his cock.
Molly felt the head of his cock push against the back of her throat and she
really began panicking, he continued to hold her tight to his crotch as she
tried to scream in spite of the massive intrusion in her mouth.
"Calm down , you're going to have to get used to this!"
Molly tried to slow her breathing, tried to stop hyperventilating, not that
she could breathe much with his huge cock jammed in her mouth. Tears ran down
her cheeks, her nose was buried in the curly hair above his prick. She could
smell him, feel the moisture on her face. Slowly he lifted her head off his
cock, it inched out of her mouth till she could move her tongue within her
mouth. Just as she got used to the freedom, he began pushing her head down
again, filling her mouth with his member. She started to gag, she pressed her
hands on his thighs, trying to push away, but he held her down.
"Relax." Tony spoke to her softly.
He lifted her head off his cock again. He could feel her panicked breath
buffeting his member as she took in much needed gulps of air.
Tony's movements with her head began to speed up. Molly's face was flushed
bright red as she tried to adjust to his actions.
Up and down he continued. Her mouth filled with saliva and pre-cum as he
continued to move her head on cock. His hands wound through her hair, holding
her tight.
Molly could hear him moan each time her head bobbed down on his cock. She
felt the soft head of his prick slide over the roof of her mouth to the back of
her throat. She could feel his hands tighten in her hair, as he clinched,
pulling tight on her scalp, moving her head up and down, in quicker and quicker
movements till she could feel the pulsing of his cock in her mouth. He clamped
down on the back of her head, pushing her mouth completely down into his lap,
driving his member all the way into her mouth.
Molly panicked as she felt the warm liquid explode into her throat. Salty,
sticky gobs of semen coated her mouth. Molly coughed, sputtered and gagged,
trying to expel his cock, and the gelatinous liquid from her mouth, but he held
firm on her head, holding her down, making her take it all in.
She nearly passed out as he kept her down on him, keeping her from breathing
as his massive member filler her, only relenting and letting her head rise when
he felt her start to go limp in his hands.
Tony pulled Molly's head up and looked into her face. Cum ran from her
mouth, dribbling down her chin. His hands still wound through her hair, holding
her up, aroused by the vision before him.
"Oh my god your good!" Tony said to her as tears streamed down her face.
He let go of her hair and reached for a towel. He rubbed the dribbling cum from
her lips and chin.
"Finish cleaning me up girl!"
"Please don't..." Tony raised his hand, a mock threat, he had no intention
of hitting her, but the terrified girl didn't know that and quickly dropped her
head to his cock and licked him clean, humiliation evident in every movement of
her tongue.
When his cock was licked clean she sat up, her head bowed in shame, looking
at the floor.
"Good girl!" he ran his hand softly through her hair.
"Guess you're just about ready. Stand up!"
Molly stood, Tony zipped up his pants and walked to the other side of the
room.
She stood unmoving he pulled a couple items out of the desk drawer. Molly
couldn't make out what it was. Tony got behind her and grabbed her wrists. She
heard a metallic series of clicks as a pair of handcuffs locked her hands in
place.
"Open your mouth." Tony was behind her, she couldn't see anything he was
doing, but she opened her mouth.
He forced a ball gag into her mouth. Forcing her jaws unnaturally wide. He
attached the straps behind her head. It was very painful and uncomfortable,
again she felt scared about what was going to happen next to her as the ball was
locked in position.
Tony placed a black silk blindfold around her head.
Tony took hold of her elbow and began leading her out of the room. His
grasp was soft, almost gentle, but he was still in control, that was without
question. It was a long walk, down a hall the floor covered in a deep plush
carpet. Then, to a wooden staircase, it curved as it descended. Once at the
bottom, the floor turned to marble. It was cold on her stocking feet. Molly
felt her face flush, she knew she was almost completely naked, and didn't know
if anybody else could see her? Even though she'd been violated many times
already, she still felt modesty at her nakedness.
She was led into a room, and forced onto her knees. When she was down, Tony
eased her knees wider with his foot. He did not speak, his commands were all
down with touch, with the pressure he exerted on her flesh. He grabbed her hair
and forced her head back, like she was to look up at something, something above,
but the blindfold prevented from seeing anything. Tony's removed his hand from
her hair, but she kept the same position.
"Good girl, don't move." She felt him move away, and then heard the door
close.
It remained silent for a few minutes, she struggled to maintain her
position, with her knees forced wide, her body wanted to collapse forward. Her
breasts hung down, and her muscles began to tremble. She thought she heard a
noise. Then silence filled the room again.
She jumped when she heard a voice break through.
"Well, Miss Molly, how did you enjoy yesterday?" She could feel him moving
closer. She felt his hand cup her chin and moved her head even higher, like he
was looking at his face. He ran his hand through her hair. He went quiet.
Molly knelt there uncomfortable, and disconcerted with the silence.
"We met yesterday, my name is Michael." His hand moved down to cup her
breast. Rolling her nipple in his soft hands, grasping her whole breast and
kneading it in his fingers.
"You are quite a beautiful girl, it's really a shame I'll have to give you
away. You would make a nice addition to my small harem, but, I'm giving you
away as, well, let's say, a little gift to some of my business associates. I'm
sure you'll enjoy it there. You see, I'm a businessman. Though you don't seem
the type that's ever needed my product. I supply people with dreams. The
substances they need to escape from this evil world. "
His hands manipulated her breasts, sometimes painfully as he pinched her
nipples. His voice was smooth, and the tone almost comforting had the words he
spoke not terrified her so much.
"You see, these associates I will be giving you to, they live in a rough
area, a bad neighborhood in Chicago, but I have many customers there. These
associates they're kind of my storefront, and sometimes, I have to mollify them
a little. A beautiful pure, well, formerly pure, white girl like you will make
them very happy. If you wonder whether it is a myth of black men having huge
penises, well, it is no myth. I've these fellows go at my "gifts" before so I
can attest to the veracity of the claims. I'm sure it's not too pleasant to
have a 12" cock driven up your ass, but, it's not for me to know, though, you
will soon enough? Perhaps you could tell me how you like it?"
Molly's body trembled uncontrollably now, she could barely remain in
position
"So that's why I'm going to prepare you a little today." A scream came from
behind the gag. It sounded more like a moan, or gurgle, with the gag, but
Michael knew what it would normally sound like. Molly could take no more.
His hands moved to her elbows, and lifted her up to a standing position. He
led her a few feet, and then pushed her down, making her kneel again. She had a
difficult time maintaining her balance as she went to her knees. At least the
carpet was a deep plush and not to painful as she hit the floor. Once on her
knees, Michael pushed her forward, until her breasts came into contact with a
leather footstool. The leather was cold, and a shock to her breasts. She tried
to pull away, but Michael forced her shoulders down so she was placed in contact
with the leather again.
Michael moved his hands between her legs and forced her knees wide apart.
She could hear the cold metal sound of his pants zipper, then the sound of the
material falling to the floor in a heap. Her body tensed. Suddenly, she felt
something dripped into the crack of her ass, his fingers rubbed it in. In and
around her anus, like Tony had moved with his fingers, but Michael was less
gentle. She felt the tip of his prick at the rim of her puckered hole.
Blinding pain filled her as he pressed forward, easing his cock into her rectum.
Her sphincter burned as it tried to hold it's form. The progress was slow, but
steady, an inch, then a little more. Two inches. It was a shooting pain, Molly
screamed into the gag, a muffled whine was all Michael could hear.
Three inches. Her ass started to adjust and the penetration got easier for
Michael. Four, Five, soon, he was buried to the hilt in her ass. Molly's upper
body writhed around, trying to relieve the pain. Michael kept motionless
allowing her muscles to adjust around his cock, then he slowly pulled out, only
to thrust forward once again. The movement was much improved the second time.
His pace remained slow. He began pulling out again, then forward. This time
much quicker, he picked up the pace. Molly still screamed, the only silence
coming when she stopped to catch her breath.
Michael began a quick rhythm, in and out, burying himself deep in her body.
He loved the sound of his hips slamming into the ass of the girl. Seeing the
gentle ripple of her muscles as he rammed her with his hips. Her head flying
from side to side, trying to relieve the tension in her ass, the muffled whine
from behind the gag. It all conspired to increase his pace. Unlike Tony, he
was not a slow fuck. He liked to punish a girl when he took them.
The constant smack of flesh on flesh continued. Michael reached down and
grabbed Molly's cuffed wrists, he pulled her back using her own arms as levers.
Lifting her chest off the stool as he did. Trying to bury his manhood deeper in
her rear channel. He could feel himself building to release. He exploded into
the girl for the second time since having kidnapped her. He filling her with
his manhood.
When the last drops of cum had been milked from his cock he stood and backed
away for her, leaving her bent over the footstool. He did up his pants, and
then went to call Tony.
When Tony entered Michael spoke.
"Get her out of her!" Michael was cold, and casual.
"Her ass is tight if you wish to sample. Tie her to the bed again, let the
men have her if they want."
Tony reached down and lifted Molly by the elbows. Her legs were weary and
unstable, Tony carried her upstairs.
Without removing the gag, or blindfold, he took her to the bathroom and
forced her into the shower. Her butt high in the air, as she knelt on the cold
tile. Her shoulders and breasts flat on the ground as the watered started
running. Tony removed the shower head from the wall and started cleaning her
ass with it. The enticing site of her body before him started his desire
building. Tony turned off the water, and dropped his pants. He drove into her
ass right there as she knelt on the shower floor. Tony moved much quicker than
Michael had, but still not quick enough to ease Molly's pain.
The entry was quite difficult, her muscles tried hard to repel his
intrusion, he held tightly to her hips, using them as handles to drive deeper
into her. Tony only thrust into her for a few minutes before he released, his
sperm flowing deep in her ass. Molly didn't utter a sound once he entered her.
She just tried to endure, to ignore what was going on in the lower half of her
body. The pain, the incredible soreness. The constant throb of Tony's prick
burying itself deep into her rectum.
When he was through taking her, Tony started the shower again and cleaned
her. This time, he was able to control himself. The girl still wore the
stockings, and garter belt. There were holes in the knees now, they had begun
to run. She looked a mess as he lifted her from the floor.
Tony stood back and looked at her after he'd dried her. Her breasts
quivered as she cried, the affect of the cool air and towel over her nipples
made them hard. Tony removed the blindfold from her eyes. She looked at him,
her wide eyes staring at him, he knew she wanted to know why.
He watched her for a couple minutes, staring at her pretty young body. Tony
led her to the toilet, and let her relieve herself then took her back into the
bedroom and tied to the bed. She was spread-eagled to the four corners, a
pillow was pushed up under her hips. Tony placed another dry blindfold around
her head and left the room. The same procession of men used her, this time,
with a couple more added on. Some of the guys from the first day decided to use
her mouth instead, pulling free the gag and replacing it with their cocks.
When all the men where done using and abusing her the second day, Tony
returned and set about cleaning here up. Molly was numb, she stared blankly
ahead as he rubbed down her body.
When she was clean, and had regained some semblance of normalcy, Tony
carried her back to the bed. Her wrists were tied together with the silk cloth.
Before he left her for the night, Tony sat on the bed running his hands over her
body and, feeding her dinner. His hands soft on her skin, he fed her like he
would a baby, placing the small bites in her mouth. It was humiliating, her
eyes were puffy from her crying.
Molly thought she would be free for the night after he fed her, but he
forced on her on her back, pulled open her legs and thrust into her. It was
almost gentle how he used her, but Molly could barely discern. Her body ached,
and he was just another weight upon her. Tony left her for the night after he
filled her with his seed. She felt his essence drip from her tormented opening
as he turned off the light and locked the door.
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Molly's nightmare existence continued in much the same way as her first two
days had. She would wake to the sound of the door opening, and Tony would enter
with her breakfast. She was allowed some time to relax after eating, usually to
watch TV. She flipped through the channels uninterested, it seemed so
unimportant now. Tony would then knock on the door, a sure sign for her to
clean her up. She would be delivered to Michael. He would take her in any
manner he saw fit, then direct Tony as to how she was to be set up for the
general use of the men. Most days, she was left on her back, to be used in the
pussy. Only once did Michael have her set up with her face buried in the bed,
having both her ass and pussy available. That was the worst day for her. All
but one of the men chose to use her ass. When she was released at the end of
the day, she could barely walk. Tony needed to carry her from the bed to the
tub.
Molly had been in the house for 10 days, but to her, it seemed longer, it
seemed an eternity of torment. The girl once so proud of her virtue and
chastity became well used to all manner of sex. Then, one day, instead of
forcing her into the shredded stockings she'd been compelled to wear, Tony
handed her a new white lace teddy.
"Here, put this on."
Molly went into the bathroom to put it on, Tony watched through the open
door. He then was blindfolded and gagged her, and taken downstairs into the
room Michael always raped her in. This time, Tony sat her down on the sofa, her
naked bottom sinking into the soft leather. Tony left and she heard somebody
else walk in. The blindfold was removed, she looked around and could see for
the first time that it had been the library where she'd been raped so often by
Michael.
Michael was in front of her and began speaking.
"I'd like to thank you for joining us this last week or so." He reached his
hand out and laid his hand on her shoulder.
"It's time now that we part company. As I told you before, I'm going to
present you as a gift to some associates of mine. I'm sure that you'll enjoy
it. Don't worry, you will only be there for a month or two. After that, we'll
ship you down to one of our brothels in Colombia. I think they'll enjoy you
down there too."
The gag was still in her mouth, and Michael put the blindfold back around
her head.
"I assure you, I, and the men will miss you. It was so nice having you."
He ran his hand through her hair and walked away. She heard him snap his
fingers and the door opened. She assumed it was Tony who entered.
She was lifted to a standing position, she was led out into the sunlight,
she could feel it on her skin, the teddy covered little of her. She had become
comfortable, or at least accustomed to being naked in the house, but the thought
of being outside scared her. That somebody might see her.
She heard a car door open, and then she helped. Molly was laid on the
floor. The two men entered after she was in.
When the car began moving, she felt hands at the back of her head, undoing
the clasps of the gag. When it was removed, she was lifted under her arms and
directed between a man's lap. She heard the zipper fall, and hands move to the
back of her head. The penis was soft when her mouth was pushed down over the
member. She could feel it start filling with blood as he lips circled it. The
penis grew larger and larger as she moved of her tongue over the shaft. She
wasn't allowed much independent movement as the hands behind her head did most
of the work. The hands wrapped through her hair, holding it tight in their
grasp. She felt the strain in her scalp as her head was pulled up and down.
The cock was large, but she had become used to a man's member in her mouth after
all her experience at the house. She wasn't sure who's it was, but it felt like
Michael, and it would most likely be him, he fucked her first each day. Her
head movements were slow. She was forced to remain in position for at least 10
minutes, her head bobbing up and down over the shaft. Her jaws were sore from
being held wide, first the gag, then the penis in her mouth. She felt the
increase of pace, her head was moving quicker on it's course, up, down, up down
over the rampant cock. Molly could feel the cock pulse. She felt the liquid
move up the shaft, then explode into her mouth. Her throat filled with the
spunk. Even though she had felt the sensation many times, it didn't fail to
make her gag and choke as a man filled her mouth with his seed.
The hands forced her head down so her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
Wanting her to swallow it all, every drop. When she had drained the member, her
head was held in place until the penis began to whither in her mouth. Then,
more hands at the back of her head and she was forced to crawl between another
pair of legs, and the process started again. Her head was forced over another
cock, this time, it was hard from the start. Probably from seeing her suck off
the previous man. She was quite certain this was Tony, she was sure of it, so
she expected a long session. She was not at all surprised when her head was
forced up and down over his cock for at least 15 minutes as they drove along,
perhaps longer. She really couldn't tell. Then she felt the penis throb, and
flood her mouth with a new burst of cum. She tried to swallow the load, but she
could do little handle the quantity, and a small stream dripped from her mouth
when her head was pulled free.
Her mouth had barely been freed from the cock, when the gag was forced back
into her mouth. She was then pushed to the floor. She lay there, on her side,
unable to raise herself, and unwilling even if she could. Molly could feel the
constant sound of highway passing underneath the car. Nobody spoke. It was an
interminable period for Molly, unaware of what her future held. She tried not
to think, better not contemplate the hell that had become her life.
After about 30 minutes laying on the floor, she felt the pattern of road
change. She was quite sure they had moved off the highway now. There were many
more stops, and starts. Eventually, she could feel them pull of and stop.
"Okay, we're here my dear. I'm sure you'll love your new home. At least
for a little while?" Michael spoke, taunting her.
She could feel Tony's familiar hands lifting her. He put a large overcoat
over the sheer white teddy and her shoulders. She could feel the trail of cum
from her mouth, it had begun to dry on her face. A part of her wanted to feel
humiliated, but there was little shame left in her body. She was numb.
Molly was left alone in the car, she was set on the seat, waiting. Now she
really didn't know what was going on, a nervous tremble ran down her spine.
Michael and Tony went outside. Tony stood by the side of the car. They
were in a awful, dangerous area, but the limo was safe. Tony knew it. There
was no way anything would happen to them. Especially at this house. It was a
massive construction from a different, better time. In it's prime, it was
beautiful house, elegant and classy. Now, it showed the signs of many years of
abuse and decline, but compared to the houses in the immediate area, it was
still a palace.
Tony knew there was no way anybody would mess with them, or the house,
because it's resident was a man named Raymond. Raymond was the biggest drug
dealer in the area, but he wasn't really a dealer, he was more like the warlord.
He controlled a very powerful and violent gang that made most of its money by
selling drugs.
Raymond was a huge man. He stood 6'5" and well over 350 lbs. Raymond in
many circles would have earned a humorous nickname such as Tiny, but Raymond was
referred to only as Raymond. He was soft spoken. A massive piece of humanity,
normally calm, and easy going, but when pushed, he could be incredibly violent
and a person not to be messed with. Though Molly didn't know it yet, he was not
only massive in frame, but also in his cock. Tony had seem him raping previous
"gifts". His cock probably ranged someplace between 15-16" long, and at least
3" thick if not more. The "gift's" he and Michael brought rarely came out of
their time with Raymond in a good mental state. Tony felt sorry for Molly. She
was a tiny girl, and would be in for a tough time. There was a part of Tony
that wanted to see Raymond go at the girl. The sadistic cruel side of him, and
perhaps he would, Raymond didn't mind people seeing him in action. Raymond
enjoyed putting on a show, and making the girls suffer. Tony, in some ways
wanted to see that huge cock rip Molly apart, at least he wanted to see it with
the other girls. Somehow, Molly was different to Tony, there was something
else. He felt more pity for her than any of the other girls. He was torn, but
he knew it was business. Raymond was Michael's main distributor in Chicago, and
though he was well paid, Michael thought it important to placate, and honor him
with gifts of girls like Molly. It helped keep Raymond, and his gang in a good
mood.
Inside, Michael was speaking with Raymond. There was business to be taken
care of before the presentation of Molly. Raymond, even with his physical
presence, knew when he should be obsequious. Michael treated him fairly with
regards to finances, and looked to protect Raymond as an important asset to his
organization. Raymond took directions from few people, but Michael had a power
over him.
As Tony stood by the car, he saw Michael come to the door, and wave him in.
Tony opened the car door, reached in, and pulled Molly out. He lifted her up
over his shoulder and began walking inside. The closer he got, the more he
could hear the whoops and hollers of the men gathered inside. He felt bad for
the girl as he climbed the steps.
When he stepped inside the dark room, he could see at least 7 men spread
around, but only one caught his attention. It was Raymond. He was seated in a
large reclining chair, though with his presence in it, the chair looked rather
insignificant, and feeble under his weight.
Tony set Molly down on the floor. It was hard for her to maintain her
balance, she was frightened, and her legs shook. Tony held her upright till she
was able to manage on her own. She stood isolated in the middle of the room her
bare feet on the old parquet floor. For the moment, she was still clothed by
the overcoat.
"Well Raymond", Michael spoke, "her is another gift for you. You can use
her for a month. No burns, don't scar her in anyway, no drugs. Understand?"
Few people would dare to speak to Raymond in such a manner, but Michael was
different. Raymond nodded.
Raymond's cock was already getting hard in his pants. Even though he
couldn't see the full form of the girl under the overcoat. He could see her
gagged mouth, and the bit of cum trailing from behind it. The blindfold covered
much of her face, but her red hair, and pale white skin was visible. She was
rather petit, and should be a great joy to fuck with his monster prick. He
could feel the sexual tension rising.
"Tony, please remove the jacket." Michael spoke.
Tony stepped closer to Molly, and opened the front of the jacket, revealing
her small frame, but decent sized breasts. Though she was more clothed at this
moment than she was at most times in the mansion, she felt more nervous now than
she had been the previous couple weeks. At least since she'd first being raped
by Michael.
As Tony opened the jacket, hoots and whistles began from the assembled men.
Molly felt their eyes upon her. Her ears burned in shame, and she began
shaking.
"Michael, she looks very good."
"Damn, what a hot tiny body. I need to fuck that in a hurry." Raymond's
eyes were glazed over as he stared at the girl with lust.
"Tony, would you bring her to me?" Raymond spoke to Tony, not an order as
he would with his gang, but a request.
Tony led Molly to the tired looking chair, and eased her down into Raymond's
lap. The first thing Molly noticed was the hard bulge beneath her bottom, she
hoped, and prayed that is was not part of his body. Her hands were still cuffed
behind her back. She tried to remain totally still. As if her playing dead
would cause the bulge, and the men to go away?
Raymond began cupping her breast through the teddy, increasing the pressure,
till he had one of her nipples trapped between his huge fingers, pinching it
tight. He finally heard the little yelp he was waiting for as she cried out.
She looked tiny in his lap.
"Let's get this blindfold off you bitch."
Raymond took off the blindfold, it took Molly a moment to adjust to the
light, even though the room was kept very dark. She had little change to look
around and see the decorations, but what she did see looked dreadful. Raymond
grabbed her hair, and forced her too look into his eyes. He was a huge man.
His hands were larger than her head, his face looked like a huge mask pressed
close to her. She could still feel his pole growing under her ass.
"Let's see how this girl likes a big black cock."
"Hey bastards, get the fuck off the couch." Raymond yelled at his boys in
the front room with him.
Molly was shocked, was he at least going to take her to a bedroom? Was he
going to fuck her right her, in front of all these people.
Raymond stood up, easily taking her with him and carried her to where his
boys had just been sitting. He tossed her on her back on the couch. It was a
filthy thing. She could feel the metal springs under her body, their points
pressing into her skin, and the cuffs around her wrists bit into her back as
they were pressed under her weight. She looked up to see this mountain of a man
unbuckling his pants, and then easing them around his ankles. What she saw was
worse than she ever expected. His cock extended far in front of his body. It
looked like the horse's penises she'd seen as a little girl when her father took
her riding. Those days seemed forever ago now.
Molly began squirming, trying to right herself, trying to get out from under
his path. But she was little more than a beetle trapped on its back. There was
no place to go, no way for her to roll off the couch. Raymond moved towards her
his hulking figure coming towards her. He easily spreading her legs with his
gigantic hands. He cupped both her legs at the knees, and leaned down on the
cushions between her open legs. He lowered his knees to the couch, and primed
his massive cock at the entrance of Molly's pussy.
In a single movement, Raymond dropped his 350+ pounds onto Molly's body, and
rammed his member home. His cock was buried to the hilt in Molly's cunt in an
instant. Even through the gag, her scream was audible to everybody in the room.
The blinding pain, the sensation of being ripped, and split in two shot through
her brain. The men in the room stared on with rapt attention as this mountain
of a man crushed the little girl below him. Her legs were pinned against her
chest up under Raymond's arms. He was so large, Molly's head barely made it to
his shoulders. The men stood silent, and watched on in strict appreciation.
They could only see the girls legs under his body, and a sliver of ass became
visible when Raymond rose his hips to thrust deep in her.
Tony wanted to look away, but he couldn't, the sight before him was against
the natures laws, he couldn't look away.
The mans huge black rod impaled her, his cock looked like a huge black
baseball bat against her pale white skin. She screamed without pause for at
least thirty seconds until she was no longer able to scream any more. Raymond's
arms held Molly's legs to her chest, while his hands moved to the side of her
head, holding her, squeezing her skull between his meaty hands. Molly could
feel his cock slam into her cervix with each thrust. His cock was so large, she
could feel her skin stretch, trying to accommodate him, her sex burned. He was
infinitely worse than any of the men who had taken her at the house. Raymond
wasn't even able to get his cock fully implanted in her cunt that he was so
large. His weight crushed her. It felt as if she was under a huge boulder,
Molly couldn't breathe. The man moved slowly, but thankfully for her, he did
not last long. She could feel his cock enlarge for a second(if such a massive
could really get any larger), and then she felt gallons of cum explode into her
body. It felt like it sloshed around in her gut, it kept coming and coming.
His cock pulsed, releasing more and more cum into her belly. When no more would
drain from his softening cock he rolled off her body. He hadn't even bothered
removing the teddy, he'd just moved the thong out of the way and thrust in her.
Molly felt great relief as the weight was removed. She gasped, the ragged
efforts at breath coming between sobs and crying.
"Michael, man, she be a good piece of ass!"
Raymond pulled up his pants and walked back to his chair, making no effort
to hide his member as he moved.
Molly's legs collapsed, one to the floor, and the other just kind of leaning
against the back of the couch. She didn't care anymore. She was broken, she
could feel the cum pouring out of her vaginal opening. The muscles of her pussy
were strained, and unable to contract. Her wrists were cut and bloody from the
cuffs, and the huge weight that was placed on her body. Her legs were spread
wide in a lewd display. She just prayed it was over, though, she knew deep down
it wasn't. Her nightmare was just starting again, would it ever stop?
"Boy's, if you want her, go take her." Raymond said as he returned to his
chair.
Raymond's gang pounced on Molly immediately. One ripping at the top of her
teddy, ripping the shoulder strap free. Another of them had hold of her legs
and was holding them apart. They fought over her.
"Raymond, we're going to head out. Remember, try not to do too much damage!
Remember, no burns, no drugs, no cuts.....We'll be back to pick her up in a
month or so." Michael spoke, and left the house. Tony followed close behind.
His cock hard in his pants. He had been immensely turned on by the little girl
getting pounded into, but he still felt pity for her. To see that little body
crushed under Raymond, and impaled with his massive rod. He handed the keys to
her cuffs to one of the boys, and walked out following Michael. Part of him
wanted to turn around, rip the girl free from the men and take her away. Tony
stepped through the door to the waiting car and they drove away.
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"Boy's, get her the hell out of her, take her into one of the back rooms on
a bed or something. Tie her down so she doesn't get away, and, at least put
down a sheet or something. We need to keep her in a good condition." Raymond
bellowed out into the small front room, whether his gang heard him or not, he
didn't much care, his libido was quenched for the moment.
Molly was lifted over one of the gang members shoulder, her teddy shredded,
barely clinging to her tormented body. The men took her to one of the back
rooms, and tossed her down on to an old ratty bed. They had at least thrown
what passed for a clean sheet on the bed.
"Bitch, we're going to take out the gag, but you'd better not make a fucking
sound. Understand?" Molly nodded as his face was pressed close to hers. Her
face was stained from tears, and what makeup she'd her put on this morning
streaked down her face. The man's raised hand left no doubt to her obeying.
One of the black men unbuckled the gag from behind her head, and pulled it free,
it came out with a sucking sound. Molly was thankful for its removal. Her jaws
felt like they were disjointed after being propped open.
The men forced her into a sitting position, and un-cuffed one of her hands.
Her wrists were bloody and cut from the weight of Raymond upon her. She wasn't
free for long. They reattached the cuff to her wrists in front of her, and then
pulled her bound hands up over her had. The men tied the cuff chain to the base
of the bed with a rope, pulling her wrists and elbows up next to her head. Her
legs were pulled to each side of the bed, and were tied to the posts. Spreading
her legs wide, leaving her open, and giving her no protection against their
using her.
A sort of queue started for the honor of raping her next. It was Raymond's
first assistant that was to go first. What little remained of her teddy barely
covered her stomach. The first assistant, Rashard, dropped his pants, revealing
a large cock. Not near the size of Raymond's, but large enough that it wouldn't
make Molly's experience pleasant.
He stood over 6'0" tall, and at least 230 lbs. Rashard got on the bed and
knelt between her widely spread legs. Molly just started at the ceiling, trying
to ignore all that was happening around her, her eyes focused on a stain in the
tile above.
"Look at me bitch." Molly's eyes stayed focused on the ceiling tiles. She
no longer cared.
"I said look at me you fucking whore." He grabbed the sides of her head
with his hands and forced her to look in his eyes. He leaned down and forced
his tongue down her throat. She gagged as his tongue roamed around her mouth.
She could feel the tip of his penis rubbing against her leg. Rashard dropped
his hips and forced his cock into her cunt while his mouth still covered hers.
He began unmercifully pounding into her. His hips coming up off her body, and
then slamming down into her. The bed creaked under the constant pounding of his
weight on top of hers. He thrust hard and fast, and then she could feel his
muscles clinch as he let out a huge moan of pleasure. She felt her pussy flood
with his cum. He twisted her breasts, like he was trying to rip them off.
"This cunt is a pretty nice piece! Still pretty fucking tight, even after
Raymond."
"Get the hell out of the way asshole, I want her." The next man in line,
Lavar, grabbed Rashard and threw him out of the way. He was a small man, maybe
only 5'2", but he probably weighed 195 lbs, his upper body was huge. He spent a
great deal of time weight lifting in his last stint in prison. He was covered
in tattoos, and had a huge gold front tooth. It was the flash of gold that
filled Molly's vision as he climbed on top of her. She was thankful for the
reduced weight, but he was still raping her. He slammed into her, his flesh
smacking against hers. Molly could barely feel anything below her hips. It
was just a constant throb. She could feel the man's body crushing her with each
insertion, but her mind had blocked out the idea that he was in her. That part
of his body was impaled in her. She didn't want to think about it.
The constant movement finally ended when he filled her with more cum.
He was off her quickly, and a new body appeared. The next man was not as
large as Rashard or Raymond. Maybe 200 lbs. He didn't even bother with her
pussy, that was a mess by now, too filled with his "boy's" cum. He
released the bindings around her ankles, grabbed her legs and pushed them back
over her body. Molly's knees pressed against her breasts, her ass lifted off
the bed by the pressure on her legs. She screamed as he entered her. He thrust
heavily into her body. His weight on her hips, the strain in her legs was
immense. Molly cried softly as he continued to pound into her, the length of
his cock disappearing deep in her rectum. Each time pushing deeper till he
filled her. Her legs flopped back flat on the bed when he was through and let
go of her ankles. Only after he pumped her anus full of his sperm.
A procession of men used her. Till even they grew tired of abusing her
small young body. Molly passed out at some point, fading pleasantly into the
blackness of unconsciousness. When she came to, it was dark. Her wrists were
still cuffed together and pulled over her head. Her hips, her legs, her body
hurt. She tried to roll around on the bed seeking a position that didn't cause
her so much pain. Her joints felt like they were popped out of socket. The men
had forced a gag in her mouth after they were through with her. It was jammed
up between her teeth. She could feel herself rolling through pools of cum on
the sheet as she moved around. Drops, and pools of cum sat on her chest, on her
face, in her hair.
Molly could hear activity in the house, in the other rooms. People
entering, and departing constantly. She closed her eyes and began crying.
Things kept getting worse she thought. Every time she thought it couldn't get
worse, and it did, beyond even the horrors she could envision in her mind.
Molly lay there crying. Moaning in pain for at least an hour before the
door opened again. Molly held her breath when the door opened and a beam of
light broke through the darkness. She was afraid that they were coming back to
use her again.
Molly started breathing again when she saw it was a woman that came through
the door. She turned on the light overhead. Her body looked young, but as she
moved nearer she looked old. Her face looked aged, worn and used. She wore a
mini skirt that barely covered the confluence of her legs. Her large breasts
were crushed into a halter top that was much, much too small. She was blond,
and wore heavy makeup. The closer the woman moved, Molly could see the black
eye visible on her white skin. The makeup tried to cover it's presence, but
could not. The deep dark purple shone through the disguise.
The woman leaned over Molly's body and released the cuffs from her wrists.
Her smell was powerful, smoke, sex, all trying to be covered over with excessive
perfume.
"See the boys went at you pretty good." Molly pulled her arms down to her
side, trying to revive them.
"Believe me, it's tough, I know. They got ahold of me when I was your age
too." The woman's hands were between Molly's legs. She jumped when the woman's
finger spread her pussy, and then ran over her anus. Casually exploring Molly's
most intimate orifices.
"Did Raymond take you up the ass yet?" Molly nodded no as the woman's
knuckle disappeared in Molly's body. She was terrified. How this woman talked,
so, so matter of fact, about being used, and the way she touched her.
"Ask him for a painkiller when he does. I couldn't walk for a week after."
She pulled her finger free from Molly's ass then reached out to help pull her
upright.
"Let's go get you cleaned up some." The woman led Molly gingerly through
the house, toward the back rooms. She was taken into a bedroom at the end of
the hall, then taken into adjoining bathroom. It was dirty, and smelled awful,
but Molly was still grateful to be released from the bed.
The girl sat her down on the toilet seat.
"Let's get that gag out." She pulled the wet cloth from Molly's mouth,
tossing it on the floor. She pushed back Molly's hair from her forehead, it had
been cemented their by the cum covering her face.
"You don't look too bad, they seem to have been pretty easy on you." Molly
groaned, the thought that what she'd been through was easy, she didn't want to
know what hard was.
"Believe me, they can be pretty harsh on a girl. Especially a pretty white
girl like you. How did you get here?"
Molly was afraid to speak, the words came softly, and almost inaudibly.
"Michael and Tony."
"Ah, that's why, Raymond is scared of Michael. That's good for you, they
won't permanently scar you then." The woman ran her hand through Molly's matted
hair.
"What did you owe Michael for the drugs?"
"No, no, I was hitching a ride, and they picked me up."
"Oh. Man, bad luck for you."
"Why, why, what's going to happen, where are we?"
"Sweetie," she paused as he fingers ran over Molly's forehead, "don't ask
questions. Just be quiet, do what the boys say, no matter how much it hurts,
and, pray. Just try to have hope." Her hand rested on Molly's shoulder, then
she quickly began moving again.
"I've got to clean you up. Raymond wants to sleep with you. He'll probably
sleep with you most every night that you're here." The woman began running bath
water, pouring in oils and fragrances in as the tub filled.
"By the way, I'm Kelly."
Molly started at her, there was so much she wanted to know."
"Why, why are you here?" The words barely broke free from Molly's mouth.
"Why I'm here?" You don't want to know sweetie." She rubbed a towel over
Molly's face and chest, cleaning the dried cum from her body, paused, then
spoke.
"I'm one of Raymond's girls, I'm one of his whores. I walk the streets for
him, I owe him a lot of money." She spoke without looking at Molly, she seemed
distant and resigned as she spoke, looking out the small window over the roofs.
"How old are you?" Kelly looked into Molly's eyes.
"Twenty babe. Twenty years old. I've been Raymond's whore since I was
sixteen. Amazed I'm still alive to be honest."
"What's going to happen to me?" Molly asked, almost begging, pleading for
answers.
Kelly looked at her, she started to speak, then paused, just looking into
Molly's eyes.
"Hun, don't ask, just make it through!"
"Let's get you into the tub." Kelly peeled the ripped and torn remnants of
the teddy from Molly's body and moved her into the tub. It felt good, the
smooth, warm water on her skin. Kelly began rubbing her down. Molly recoiled
at first touch, the woman's hands on her body, her long nails scratching her
skin. It was not painful, just shocking, an odd, unfamiliar sensation.
Kelly scrubbed Molly's body down, it was both gentle, and rough at the same
time. When she was through, Kelly wiped Molly down with a towel and then handed
her what looked like a dog collar.
"Here, put this on. Raymond will want to chain you to the bed at night."
Molly put the collar around her neck. A tear welled in her eye. The inside was
rough, and she wanted to pull it off as soon as it was on. Kelly reached up and
cinched it tighter. It was very uncomfortable, and humiliating.
Kelly moved her in front of the mirror. Molly saw her reflection and felt
ashamed, her face was red, almost matching the color of her hair.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No, not since before I got here." Molly couldn't take her eyes from the
reflection, the words came out between her soft sobs.
"Okay, go climb on the bed and I'll go get the boys to grab you something to
eat. Kelly walked with her into the bedroom.
"Get on the bed, here is the remote." Kelly handed Molly the huge remote
after she hopped up on the mattress.
"You can watch TV and I'll get your food. Raymond will be in a bit later I
guess?"
Kelly left the room, shutting the door behind her. Molly flipped through
the channels, she had a hard time concentrating on the images.
Kelly came back in about twenty minutes later with a burger and fries.
Molly ate it ravenously, even though it wasn't that good. Molly fell asleep
after her meal, she was exhausted, sore, in pain, it was not hard for her to
fade off.
Molly felt the bed shift as she woke up. She was confused, for an instant
she thought she was back in her room, in her parents house, her mom waking her
up in the morning for school. Then in a sudden flash it all came back to her.
Michael, Tony, Raymond... She heard the TV in the background and felt the rough
collar around her neck. She felt hands on her ankle pulling her on her back and
spreading her legs. She opened her eyes in time to Raymond's huge figure
hulking over her. She felt the tip of his cock press against her opening and
she began to scream. Raymond slapped her hard across the face and she quickly
went quiet. His weight came down heavy upon her as he buried his prick deep in
her channel. Molly squealed without thought as he impaled her. Tears ran down
her cheeks as he sped up his thrusts. She could feel his massive member spread
her cunt wide and snake it's way deep in her belly.
Molly continued to squeal softly each time he drove into her. The loud
creak of the bed rang through her ears till finally he collapsed upon her.
Driving the wind from her body as she felt his warm sticky load shoot into her
womb.
His breath came in rough bursts for a few moments as he lay atop her. Molly
thought she would be crushed under his weight till he finally rolled off of her.
She could feel the cum drip from her gaping sex as she cried softly next to him.
It took a few more moments for Raymond to gather himself after his exertion,
when he did, he roughly rolled Molly over on her stomach. She felt his massive
prick rub against the back of her leg. She was terrified he would take her
again, but instead he grabbed for her wrists and pulled them together behind her
back. She heard the click of cuffs as he locked her wrists together. Raymond
then rolled her back over, and attached a chain to the collar around her neck.
She looked into his monstrous, grotesquely oversized face as spoke to her.
"Be quiet tonight bitch, I need my sleep!" Molly heard the floor creak
under his weight as he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He left the
door open, she could hear him relieve himself. When he came back into the room
he turned off the lights, and then stuffed a wet wash cloth between her teeth.
He lay next to her on the bed, his massive body pressed up against her, his arms
circled her, and pulled her into his layers of fat. Molly heard him fall asleep
almost immediately, his breath turning to loud snoring. She lay awake most of
the night, suffocating in his arms, till she finally passed out from pure
exhaustion.
Molly woke in the morning to Raymond's hands on her breasts, he was
squeezing her nipples between his huge fingers, she cried out in pain as her
flesh burned between his digits.
Raymond pulled the cloth from her mouth and pushed her down on his huge hard
cock.
Molly learned quickly how to please him. She used her tongue on his
gigantic member. After he came, he would into the bathroom and get ready for
the day. He would leave her bound on the bed, chain still in place around her
neck after he'd gone.
During the day he would go into the front room to do business, or drive
around town collecting his due from his "workers". The house was never left
empty, people were always entering, or departing. Usually one of Raymond's boys
would take her into another room, and bring her food. She would try to eat
while they fucked her. She was given little freedom, sometimes her wrists were
freed when she ate, other times, not. Sometimes she was compelled to eat like a
dog without hands, sometimes they'd feed her while tormenting her body.
After she ate, Molly was left to be used by the other men, and she always
was. It was a never ending progression. The men entered constantly till it
became a blur to her. Most often it was Raymond's normal crew, but other times,
new guests were allowed at her. She didn't even discern between them, just one
after another. Her only break, if it could be called a break, was at night when
she finally passed out in Raymond's arms after he'd used her.
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The large black limo pulled up before Raymond's house. Tony always felt
slightly intimidated when he entered this part of town. Wondering if somebody
didn't get the word from Raymond not to fuck with them, or the car, but
Michael's confidence, or appearance of confidence never wavered.
"Lets go get her so we clean her up some before the flight." Michael spoke
as he stepped out the door of the limo.
They moved up the broken, and uneven sidewalk to the house. Weeds creped
through the cracks of the pavement. Siren's echoed through the air, some closer
than others. The stone of the steps crumbled from underfoot of those who dared
climb them. Raymond's assistant Rashard opened the door for them without
speaking.
"Where's Raymond Rashard." The man just pointed to the back room. Tony
could hear the creaking of the bed, and Raymond's grunts of pleasure rang
through the house. Michael walked past the assembled masses sitting in the
front room and headed toward the noise. Tony followed Michael down the hall
till they came to the open door at the end of the hall. Looking in the room
Tony's eyes focused on the two small white legs that came from under Raymond's
huge body. He was completely naked and driving into the girl. Tony felt bad
for Molly immediately, he knew it was her below the behemoth. Raymond pulled
out of her, lifting his ass ever so slightly on each thrust, Tony could see
where his massive cock drove deep into her gaping sex. His long black pole
could only be buried part it's length. As they moved closer, Tony could hear
the barely audible blubbering sound Molly made beneath Raymond. He could not
see her face, he could see none of her body but for her legs protruding from
under the layers of flesh.
Raymond noticed Michael and Tony's presence in the room quickened his pace
till he exploded into Molly, collapsing his body on top of her and filling her
with more of his seed.
Raymond was not at all embarrassed climbing off the girl and exposing
himself to them before he grabbed for a robe and pulled it around himself.
Molly remained spread-eagled on the bed, unmoving, a trail of cum flowing from
her still expanded pussy. Tony looked down on her, she was naked, dark bags
were under her eyes, he could see the bruises between her legs, and on her arms,
her wrists were marked from being roped and cuffed so much.
"I'll buy the bitch from you?" Raymond said to Michael as he reached out to
shake his hand.
"Sorry Raymond, I can't."
"But man, Micha....." Michael cut him off before he could finish.
"Let's go in the other room Raymond," Michael grabbed Raymond's arm and
turned him toward the front room. Michael turned and spoke over his shoulder to
Tony as he and Raymond moved down the hall.
"Tony, clean up a bit, put something on her and lets get going."
Tony knew there was no way they could leave the girl with Raymond, no matter
how much he offered, it just wasn't safe for the organization, better to ship
her off to South America where there was less risk of escape, and no chance
anybody she knew would come across her.
Tony gently picked up Molly from the bed and carried her to the bathroom.
He would clean her up more when they got back to the house. Looking in her face
now, Tony thought how she looked so much older. It wasn't just bags under her
eyes he noticed, as he moved her face closer to his, one was actually a black
eye, she had obviously been hit. Tony felt some rage as he looked at her.
Given the conditions some of the girls were in when they'd come for them,
Molly was in good shape, but Tony was still upset. Raymond had felt Michael's
anger before when he had gone too far with the girls, or his minions had. So
now, he did a much better job of keeping his guys in line, though, with this
crew, the task a was difficult one.
Tony set Molly in the shower, it was dirty, but he had to clean her some
before they took her in the car. He ran the shower over her for a few minutes.
She slowly began to respond as the warm water ran over her body. She had been
catatonic before he'd run the water over her. Tony removed the dog collar from
Molly's throat.
Tony had seen Raymond's gang at work on a girl before when he and Michael
shown up to do business. He knew how they operated. Rough, violent, barely, if
ever in control. He and Michael had shown up a week or so before, and found
Raymond sleeping with Molly. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back,
soiled undergarments were stuffed in her mouth to keep her silent, and she was
lying next to, or partially beneath the massive man. Her tiny frame engulfed in
his. His dark, black skin such a contrast to her white, pinkish skin. When he
and Michael took Raymond out of the room to talk business, no sooner had they
left than Raymond's men took his place with the girl. The whole meeting, Tony
could hear the catcalls, and the creaking of the bed as they raped the Molly
continuously.
Tony did his best to clean Molly. When he was through, he dried her with an
available towel, it was disgustingly dirty. She only murmured as he ran the
rough cloth over her body, she did not speak, though, he was quite sure she
recognized him now. When she was dry, he wrapped his large overcoat around her
body and lifted her into his arms. He carried her through the house, Michael
was already in the limo. The men gathered in the house taunted the tormented
girl as Tony carried her out the door, Tony did not look back as his rage nearly
came to a boil.
When Tony set her on the floor of the limo, he felt bad for her. What had
already happened to her over the past month or so, and what he knew was going to
happen to her soon enough. But he also understood the need to "lose" her. She
had served her purpose here, and keeping around much longer, it was just too
great a risk.
Tony looked at her as she was passed out on the floor. Even in her haggard
and tortured state, he couldn't help but notice how attractive a girl she was.
"Tony," Michael spoke to him as he Tony's eyes remained on the girl.
"I think we'll need to keep her at the house for a week or so to let her
recover some. They were pretty rough on her."
"Yes sir, I think that would be a good idea." Tony responded, never taking
his eyes off Molly
"Can you watch over her for that time, I've got to fly out still today,
we'll take her down on the next trip. Okay?"
"Yes sir, that will be no problem, I will take care of her."
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They arrived back to the house about an hour later. Tony scurried the girl
away to his own room. She was dead weight in his arms, she was out cold. Tony
gently laid her down on the bed, removing the overcoat. He went to the bathroom
and returned with an ointment[ ].
He began rubbing over her skin and into her battered sex. She woke suddenly
when he touched her sex. Her eyes wide, staring at him with a fearful gaze,
probably expecting another brutal rape by Raymond's crew. She did not move or
fight him though, she had learned to remain silent, fearing more punishment.
Tony knew that she was scared, and in pain. He moved his fingers over her sex,
trying to spread the medicated balm, as he did, he could hear her whimper ever
so slightly, but she still didn't move, she allowed him to touch her at will.
When he was done applying the gel, he tucked her under the covers.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Tony asked her softly. She nodded her
head no.
"Would you like something to eat?" Again, she nodded her head no.
"You can talk if you like, I'm not going to hurt you." She just stared at
him, knowing full well he had helped deliver her into the daily hell she now
lived.
"Why don't you get some sleep." Tony walked to the door, he needed to eat
himself, and he still had work to do. He turned just as he was about to close
the door.
"I will lock this door, if you need to use the bathroom, it's over there."
He pointed to the other door in the room.
"I'll bring you something to eat later, try and get some sleep." The door
shut behind him, Molly heard the lock click shut. She fell to sleep instantly,
the bed was such an improvement over the conditions she'd been kept in, and she
was exhausted.
Tony felt a little guilty and shamed, the way she looked at him, those eyes,
knowing that in large part, he caused her the pain she now felt.
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When Molly woke next, it was dark in the room, for a moment she was
terrified, unaware of where she was. She thought she was back in the ghetto
where they'd tortured, and hurt her so much. She'd been fucked 10 to 15 times a
day for, well, she didn't know how long. She had spent most every night
sleeping with Raymond. After a long day of being used by the other men, he'd
throw her in the shower and let the water run over her. Promoting a fallacy
that she was clean. She'd be given a bit of food as he lay on the bed watching
TV. She eat the food greedily, remaining quiet while he stared at the tube.
She was never out of his reach. His fleshy body always against hers. They
would lay on the bed for hours, sometimes he would pull her too him and force
her to blow him while he continued to watch. She could take little of his
member into her mouth, it was too huge. She learned how to bring him off in
other ways, running her tongue up and down his shaft. When he was about to cum,
he would take hold of her head, sometimes forcing her mouth over the head of his
cock as far as it would go and shoot his load into her mouth. Sometimes he
would shoot his load over her face and breasts, lines of cum would cover her.
She would begin crying when he shoot his load on her, the humiliation, it was
just too much. He loved seeing her humiliated, so it became a regular part of
the act.
Raymond took her once a day without fail, usually more. It was painful no
matter how he took her, but she preferred when he put her on her hands and knees
and he took her from behind. At least that way, his weight was not upon her.
He could penetrate her more deeply, but at least she didn't feel like she was
going to be crushed under his weight. Thankfully, he did not take her often in
the ass, only a couple infrequent times during her stay. He was too large, and
caused her too much pain when he tried, perhaps the one circumstance he had for
pity her.
Molly remembered vaguely being removed from Raymond's place by Tony day
before. It was all a blur, she had gone numb, not only physically, but mentally
in an effort to deal with the torment. She knew she was back in the house where
the nightmare had all started. She climbed off the bed, and walked gingerly to
the bathroom. As she'd done so often since her ordeal had started, she
collapsed on the cold tile and began crying. The desperation would hit her, the
questions of why somebody was doing this to her. How could she be so unlucky.
First, her mother, her brother, then this. She sobbed on the floor, seeking
some manner of consolation.
She laid on the tile till she heard the door open and somebody step into the
room. Her breath stopped in her chest, afraid what would come next. She felt
like a trapped animal.
"Molly? Are you in the bathroom? I brought you dinner." Tony spoke
through the door.
"Molly?"
"Yes."
"When you're done, please come out here." Molly used the bathroom, and
stepped out into the room. Her body trembled with fear when she saw him sitting
there on the bed. She had hoped, perhaps foolishly that he had left. There was
a tray of food next to him. Her tears were still wet on her cheeks.
"Come over here and eat. You must be hungry?" He patted the bed next to
him. Molly moved closer, and sat where he'd patted his hand.
"Here." He lifted the cover from the dishes on the tray.
"It's a good meal, you need something." Molly dug into the proffered food.
It was the best tasting food she'd had since she'd left home, actually, since
before that. It was pasta, with a salad, breadsticks. She devoured it. Tony
offered her a glass of wine. She had never drank much before. It tasted good,
and refreshing.
Molly had grown used to, if not comfortable with her nakedness. She sat
there next to Tony naked and fully exposed. Tony ran his hand over her leg,
Molly did not react. She had learned to withhold her reactions for fear of
punishment. It was the most innocuous form of contact she'd had forced upon her
lately. Unlike at Raymond's where when she ate, they were often raping her
simultaneously. Or when the men would touch lighted cigarettes to her body just
to antagonize her. The marks were still visible on her skin. Tony's hand
caused little disturbance to her now after her previous experiences. She
continued to eat.
"You're going to stay here for awhile, then, then, we have to ship you off
to, well. Better you don't know I guess?" He was not taunting her with his
words, there was a desperation, a sadness to his voice, a hesitation in his
speech.
"It won't be pleasant." He said distractedly as his hand cupped her breast.
Molly finished the meal, and downed the remainder of the wine, he refilled
her glass. She could feel the tingle in her head as the alcohol flowed through
her body. She felt the warmth in her face, and her ears burned bright red.
Tony continued to rub her body. His gentle hands roamed over her flesh, he made
no attempt to touch her sex.
Suddenly he stood and began gathering the dishes, and piling them on the
tray.
"The remote for the TV is on the stand, relax, nobody will bother you here!"
He took the tray and walked out the door. She heard the click of the lock as
the door closed behind him.
Molly lay on the bed and watched TV for a few hours till she grew tired
again. She went into the bathroom and washed up, after, she climbed beneath the
warm soft covers. She needed the sleep, she wanted the sleep, and as soon as
she closed her eyes she faded into unconsciousness.
Molly woke with a jolt as she felt the covers lift and a naked body slide in
behind her. She felt smooth skin rub against her back, and then a prick up
against the back of her leg.
"No, please," Molly tried to climb off the bed, but Tony's strong hands
held her tight, holding her on the bed.
"No, please! Please don't!" Molly cried out in a pained manner.
"Shhhh, relax, shhh, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to take you, I
just need some sleep." He held her shoulders tight till she relaxed. Molly was
pointed away from him, she was on her side, he was behind her, he moved his body
in close, pressing against her. His large body sealed her in, like when Raymond
slept with her, but there wasn't the same fear of being crushed, she felt safe
as his body molded against hers. His hands ran through her hair until he faded
off. He fell to sleep holding her tight. Molly remained awake, hearing his
breathing change, slow, till she really believed he would not take her, till she
really believed he was asleep, only then did she fall asleep herself.
When she woke in the morning Tony was gone. On the end table there was
another tray of food. She ate and rested. Watched the TV, read some of the
books he had on the nightstand, and napped.
The week passed the same way every day. She would spend the day locked in
the room, alone. He would deliver food to her, rub medicine over her scars,
then enter the room again at night and sleep with her. He never took her, he
just held her tight in his body. Molly grew to enjoy his presence next to her,
the security, and safety she felt when he was near. Never during the week did
she wear any clothes. She was kept naked the whole time.
After the week passed, her body had healed from most of the bruises and
scars she'd received at Raymond's. She felt pretty much back to normal, if one
could call her situation normal. Tony walked in during the afternoon one day
which surprised her. He never entered during that afternoon, until he fed her
dinner around 7 pm.
"Here, put these on." He handed her a sundress with a pair of panties and a
bra with a pair of high heels.
Molly stood to walk into the bathroom.
"No, please, would you put them on here. You don't have to, but I'd like to
watch you dress. Please?" He seemed sad, and desperate. His face was long and
sallow.
Molly stopped, she stood at the end of the bed, just in front of where he
sat. She thought for a second, then began dressing for him. She made no
attempt to dress in a provocative, or erotic manner, she just dressed. She knew
he was watching her intently, but she did not, or could not look up at him.
When she was done, dress on, wearing the heels, it felt odd, odd to be
clothed. She had been naked for so long. When she had on the dress, she felt
so feminine, so delicate. She finally looked down to see Tony on the bed
watching her. It was weird, the way he looked at her, it wasn't a lustful look,
it was the sadness.
"Please, would you come and sit down?" He patted the bed next to him.
Molly moved to the bed and sat down. When she was seated Tony laid her hand
upon her thigh. The fabric of the dress between their skin he left his hand
there.
"You are going away today." He stopped, his words were matter of fact.
Then he paused. It was a few minutes before he spoke again.
"Would you do something for me?"
"What?" Molly responded softly.
"Would you give me a blow job? I would understand if you didn't want to, I
just...." Tony stopped in mid sentence.
Molly didn't know what to think. On the one hand, he had helped introduce
her to this horror show, her life now. He had tortured, and raped her, but on
the other hand, he had treated her well, and with a kindness, especially of
late. And, what if he said was true? What if the place she was going was
worse?
Molly did not speak, but she bent over his lap. She took his zipper between
her fingers and slowly slid it down. When it was open, she reached her small
hand into his fly and pulled his cock out. It was already quite hard, but not
completely. She wrapped her fingers around his member and moved her hand up and
down on his penis till he was fully engorged. Molly then moved her mouth over
Tony's member. Her lips encircled his cock as she lowered her head down his
shaft. She felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. Though she
had taken many cocks into her mouth over the last month, she had never really
gotten over her gag reflex. Molly lifted her head up off his cock. She began
weaving her tongue around in her mouth, caressing the pulsing veins of his
member. Groans of ecstasy escaped Tony's chest, his upper body collapsed back
on the bed as Molly moved her head up and down on his cock.
Molly cupped his balls in her hands and gently rolled them in her palms.
She knew was going to come when she felt the contraction. She made no effort to
lift her head from his cock as his sticky warm load filled her mouth. She tried
to take it all in, but his balls kept pumping and the excess dripped from her
mouth. Molly continued to move her head up and down, milking every last drop
from his prick. She swallowed all she could, only when there was no more did
she raise her head from his member and look up at him. He cupped her face in
his hands, wiping the small trail of cum that came from her lips off with his
finger. She stared into his eyes for a moment, then slipped from his hands and
dropped her head down to his member again. Taking his deflated cock in her
mouth she licked it clean.
Tony ran his hands through her hair as she bent over him.
"I'm sorry you have to go, I wish there were another way." Molly rested her
head down in his lap feeling his hands through her hair.
They remained in their odd position for ten minutes when Tony finally
reached down and lifted her head from his lap and zipped his fly.
"Time to go." Tony stood.
"I need to put this on you." He pulled a blindfold from his rear pocket and
wrapped it around her head. He reached down and took her hand in his and had
her stand.
"Michael wants me to bind you." Tony pushed her ahead of him, then pulled
her wrists back behind her body. He bent down and whispered into her ear.
"I'll tie it loose, don't fight." He wrapped a length of rope around her
wrists and cinched the knot so her wrists were pulled together. He left it
loose enough that Molly could have broken free had she desired, but she did not
try. Tony took hold of her elbow and lead her downstairs. He moved slowly so
she would not trip with the heels she wore. No words were spoken. Tony lead
her out of the house, out into the driveway where she was put in a car. Molly
assumed it was the BMW that had delivered her to this place such a long time
ago. Tony forced her to her knees on the floor. She remained in the same
position as the car pulled away.
As the car moved on, she could feel the undulations in the road, and the
changes of surface. She did not speak. Soon enough, the car stopped and she
felt Tony's hands upon her shoulder again, he got her out of the car, then
picked her up over his shoulder and carried her. They went up a flight of
stairs, she heard loud engine noises all around, and guessed they were at an
airport. Inside the plane Tony placed her in a seat then hooked the seatbelt
around her waist. Her bound hands were trapped beneath her body. He leaned
down and whispered into her ear again.
"Sit still, I'll come forward and remove your blindfold when we're in the
air." Molly did not respond.
She heard a few more people climb on board the plane and walk back into the
cabin. The plane began moving after all the people had filed past and the door
closed. They took off shortly after, climbing pressed her body back into the
seat, pining her arms behind her as they flew on to her new fate. Behind the
darkness of the blindfold, the sound of the engines, and the air racing by were
hypnotizing.
Molly was brought back to reality when she felt Tony's hands removing the
blindfold from her head. The light was intense in her eyes and took a moment to
adjust. She looked around the cabin, they were in a private jet. There was
nobody in the cabin with her but Tony, the rest of the people who'd come on
board were in compartments further back. Looking out the window over the land
they past meant little to her, she had no idea where it was they passed over, it
all looked the same, and endless patchwork of farms and trees.
Tony removed the seatbelt from her waist and lifted her from the seat. He
lead her to a couch against the opposite side of the cabin. He sat her down and
then sat next to her. He pushed her head down so she rested in his lap. She
felt the bulge of his cock below, but he made no move to use her. His large
hands ran through her hair and over her forehead.
His hand slid up under her dress, freeing her breasts from the restraining
bra, and caressed her soft skin.
They sat in their embrace for hours, Tony's hand up under her dress, holding
her tight. Molly feel asleep at some point, blissful as his gentle hands ran
over her flesh.
Tony lifted Molly into a seated position, waking her from her peaceful
sleep, she didn't know how long had passed.
"I have to put you back in the chair and prepare for landing, all right?"
Tony stood, then pulled her up by the elbows, raising her to her feet on the
heels, taking her back to the seat and buckled her in place.
He wrapped the blindfold around her head again, his face looking sad as he
sealed her from the visual world.
"Please, open your mouth." Tony spoke softly. Molly opened her mouth,
spreading her jaws wide as he wedged an O-Ring gag into her mouth. Molly's
jaw's ached immediately. Tony then pulled a velvet hood over her head and
cinched the cord snug around her neck.
Molly felt him lean down, his shoulder pressed against her neck, he hugged
her as she sat in the chair.
"I'll miss you. I wish it could have been different!" He let go of her,
and she heard him walk away, into the back of the cabin.
When he moved away from her, Molly felt even more disoriented. With the
hood on, she felt claustrophobic, her warm breath on her face, the fear began to
rise, the hollow sound of her breathing through the gag. She heard the plane
begin it's landing procedure, she heard the wheels come out of the fuselage, and
felt the planes descent. Her heart beat faster, fear, the not knowing what
would come next, and no longer having the physical presence of Tony near her to
protect her, she was very scared.
The plane came to a screeching landing on the pavement as the wheels
contacted the ground. Molly felt cold as the air conditioned air passed over
her sweating body.
The plane taxied for a number of minutes. When it finally came to a stop,
Tony was to her, releasing her seat belt. She heard the other passengers filing
by her in the aisle. When they were out, Tony lifted her from the seat. He
tightened the rope around her wrists. No longer could she escape their grasp.
She felt the pain in her bladder and cried out under the hood as much as she
could with the hindrance of the gag.
"What?" Tony spoke.
"There's nothing I can do?" Tony responded as Molly cried out again,
thinking she wanted him to free her.
"What? Do you need something?" Her head bobbed up and down.
Tony paused for a moment.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Molly nodded again.
"Well...." Tony paused again, "it's going to be a long ride...wait here."
His hands left her shoulders, at first she almost lost her balance. She heard
Tony move away, and then scream something out the cabin door, then move back to
her.
"Okay, let's hurry." Tony returned to her, gripping her by the shoulders he
lead her to the back of the plane. She heard him open the bathroom door. He
reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. He moved her down upon
the toilet, not removing the hood or the bindings from her wrists. Like all
plane bathrooms, there was little room to maneuver within, his body pressed
against hers as she sat her down. He left the door open and stood outside
waiting for her to finish. Molly was embarrassed, but there was little she
could do. When she was finished he lifted her up, and pulled her panties back
in place.
Molly was still not used to the heels as he lead her forward in the plane.
Once they reached the door Tony lifted her over his shoulder. Stepping outside
the plane, the heat hit her immediately, the temperature, the humidity, the suns
rays beating down upon her body. The hood over her head only made it worse.
Tony carried her down the stairs to a waiting car. The noises of the airport
surrounded, and frightened her. She wondered if anybody saw her bound hooded
figure being carried across the tarmac, did they wonder? Did they care?
When she was put in the car she was placed on the floor again. Tony laid
her on her side, the carpet was much rougher on her skin, and worked right
through the thin sun dress she wore, itching and irritating her. The car pulled
away when everybody was seated, it was loud, and the roads were rough. At least
the car was air conditioned. Being away from the terrible heat helped keep the
temperature down under the hood. She could hear Michael and Tony talking, but
she could make out few words. The fabric of the hood, and the loudness of the
car made it impossible to follow their conversation. She passed out at some
point.
The noise of the car door opening brought her to sometime later. Then
Tony's hands were upon her, lifting her, picking her up and carrying her from
the car. The heat slammed her again as they left the air conditioned vehicle.
It was intense and unpleasant outside. With the combination of gag and hood, it
made it difficult for Molly to breathe. She could hear loud, boisterous voices,
and pumping music in the direction they were moving.
The voices became louder as got closer. She could not understand the words,
it was a foreign language, Spanish she thought?
The intensity of the suns rays stopped when they stepped inside. She could
feel the breeze of fans whirling throughout the room, but no AC. When they
entered, a hush came over the crowd, the voices silenced. Only slowly did the
they start again after she was brought inside. When they started again, no
longer did they seem to be directed in their intimate conversations, the voices
all seemed to be pointing at her. Molly felt the attention on her, she felt
naked under the thin dress as the hem of her skirt rode high on her thighs. She
was quite certain her panties were visible. Fear filled her, she shook in
Tony's arms. She began hyperventilating, and could not breathe.
Tony climbed a few steps, Molly was panting under the hood, Tony set her
down. Her legs were week and she nearly collapsed when he set her down, but
Tony held her shoulders till she was stable. Then his hands were gone. She
felt alone, she was alone. She knew she was in sight of those voices, probably
on a stage. She felt the gazes upon her, she could hear their words, though she
could not understand them, she knew they were directed at, or about her. Her
body began shaking as she stood there, she nearly collapsed. She tried not move
from the spot Tony had set her down at, afraid what might happen if she did.
Voices cried out from the crowd before her. She tried in vain to pull her
wrists free from the ropes. She was crying beneath the blindfold, terrified and
afraid.
Molly heard steps on the floor near her. They moved closer and closer, she
began inching away, moving away from their direction. At first she stepped
cautiously on the heels, then quicker till she bumped into a body in the other
direction, she screamed as she felt the form push into her. The crowd erupted
into applause as the form pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her
knees. She knew it wasn't Tony, she had grown familiar to his hands upon her.
She could smell the people on stage with her, the stench, it penetrated her
nostrils, sweat, dirt, booze, it seeped through the hood. Molly screamed
ineffectually into the gag as she felt a pair of hands feeling around her hood
for the cord that held it on her head. The hands found it, and pulled it loose,
lifting the velvet hood from her head. Hands continued to press down on her
shoulders, preventing her from standing. The blindfold still covered her eyes.
The crowd erupted again as she heard the hood swung through the air in a
gesture of triumph.
Hands moved to her chin, pinching her jaw between the rough fingers. Her
head was twisted toward the crowd. Her gaping jaw pointed toward the assembled
masses. Molly felt lights focused on her body, the heat from their beams added
to the stifling temperatures. Drool ran down her face through the opening of
the gag. The hands fell from her shoulders and slid the flimsy straps of her
dress down, off her body. The dress was pushed down over her bra, Molly
panicked and tried to bolt. She fell to the floor in a heap as she either
tripped from the heels or somebody had tripped her. Her head and chest slammed
into the wood and she was dazed.
Molly didn't hear the crowd anymore, they had disappeared into the recesses
of her mind, the beating of her own heart thudded through her head. Hands
lifted her to her knees again, then she was slapped hard across the face. She
collapsed to the floor in blinding pain.
The hands reached down and lifted her, she made no attempt to fight or move
away this time, and the hands returned to her shoulders, holding her still.
Molly sobbed, not that the crowd was aware, or cared. Her dress was slipped the
rest of the way down over her bound wrists. She knelt on the stage in her bra,
panties. She felt cold metal press against the flesh under her bra. She froze
as the knife held against her skin, the fabric cut easily away, and the bra
split open in the center. The shoulder straps were cut quickly and the bra fell
to the floor leaving her breasts naked and exposed to the roaring crowd. She
felt the metal against her hip, up under the waistband of her panties, and the
fabric was cut away, it fell to the floor with her bra. She heard the crowd
again as it exploded into applause, she felt the desire, the lust in the air.
Hands moved under her arms and lifted her to a standing position, she was forced
to move forward, to walk, hands held her elbows as she was forced down a small
staircase. Voices came closer, hands, rough sharp hands ran over her body,
squeezing her breasts. Fingers sought to penetrate her sex. Bodies pressed
against her, Molly was terrified, she screamed, but nothing could be heard over
the boisterous, lustful crowd.
After her tour around the room she was taken back on stage, Molly felt the
marks on her body, scratches and bruises from where the crowd had touched, and
ripped at her. Molly was forced to her knees, the rough splintery wood against
her skin. Hands stayed on her shoulders, and the crowd exploded. Another pair
of hands grasped the side of her head, pulling her forward, she felt the cock
slide between the ring in her mouth and bury itself deeply in her throat. Molly
gagged, and tried to fight, but the multiple hands, on her head, on her
shoulders, they held her tight in position. She thought she'd pass out as the
man in her mouth buried himself completely in her throat, cutting off the
passage of air to her lungs. Only when she nearly passed out did he pull out,
and let her struggle for breath.
The crowd screamed its approval as he began thrusting in and out of her
mouth. In, and out, the hands squeezed her head so tight she thought it would
explode. He came quickly, filling her with his spunk. Molly choked on the
liquid as it flowed down her throat.
The man pulled his cock free and turned her head toward the crowd, tilting
it down, cum dribbled through her gagged mouth, running down her chin onto her
breasts. The crowd voiced it's approval.
Molly felt the hands leave her shoulders, then another cock was in her
mouth. The crowd chanted and the man came quickly after violently using her
mouth. He filled her with more sperm. Pulling free his penis, he rubbed his
slimy cock through her hair to clean it, then let her free. Molly collapsed to
the floor, humiliated and broken. Her head rested on the rough wood as cum
seeped through her open jaws to the floor.
Molly lay still on the floor when she heard something being pushed across
the wood behind her. She didn't move, she could feel the cum drip from her
mouth. The crowd pelted her prone body with small objects as she lay there
unmoving, their unintelligible calls rang in her ear.
Whatever they were moving behind her had stopped. Molly cried continuously, the
blindfold was soaked through with her tears. She felt hands grab her arm and
lift her off the ground. Molly's body was dead weight in his grip. The men on
stage with her, the ones she'd assumed had used her already, one of them began
speaking to the crowd. She understood nothing of what he said. The other man
stood behind her, one of his arms around her waist cupping her breasts and
jiggling them up and down to the approval of the crowd. His other arm wrapped
around her body and was up between her legs, rubbing her, his rough fingers
tortured her sex. Molly screamed when he slid one of his digits into her
channel. She bucked, trying to break free but he held her tight, and continued
to molest her.
The other man continued to talk to the crowd, the microphone amplifying his
voice to a painful level. He exchanged calls, and banter from the crowd it
seemed to Molly. The blindfold was ripped from her head, the bright lights
shining in her eyes caused her to squint. To be taken from total darkness to
bright lights focused upon her, it took a few moments for her to adjust and see
the surroundings. The room itself was dark except for the spotlights pointed at
her, and it was quite large. Molly stood on a stage above the room, it was a
bar, she looked out over the assembled men, probably at least a hundred were
gathered. Open windows were opposite the stage, as was the door she must have
been brought in through. Tears fell from her eyes in streams, running down her
cheeks to mingle with the drying cum on her chest.
Molly was confused, the crowd erupted in cheers, the man next to her had
continued to speak into the microphone. He pointed at a man in the crowd to
come up on stage. Molly watched horrified as a large Latin looking man emerged
from the jumble of people and climbed the stairs to the stage. His clothes at
one point must have been some color, white or tan, but now they looked like a
camouflage intended to blend into the dirt outside. The fabric was stained and
filled with holes, it looked oily and unwashed.
When he mounted the stage he held out his hand to the microphone man with a
large wad of crumpled bills in it. Molly could see his large prick already
erect in his pants, fighting against the worn cloth to remain hidden. He must
have stood 6'3"-6'4" and weighed well over 300 pounds. Not nearly so large as
Raymond, but formidable nonetheless. After handing off the wad of cash to the
man he stepped in front of Molly, taking her naked shoulders in his hands her
pulled her too him, bending down he thrust his tongue through the ring gag in
her mouth. Molly gagged as he explored and violated her mouth. He smelled
awful. Her breasts were crushed against the rough material he wore, his arm
slipped behind her back and up between her legs. He drove three fingers deep in
her dry sex. Molly screamed in spite of his mouth covering hers.
Molly felt more hands on her shoulders, pulling her back, away from the vile
creature, initially, she was thankful, but only for an instant. Till she
realized her next fate would be worse. She was turned around and bent over a
wooden bar. It must have been the object she'd heard them moving while she lay
prone on the floor. The thick round bar knocked the wind from her belly as she
was pushed down over it. Her legs were pulled wide, and rough twine was tied
around her ankles, tying them to the vertical posts supporting the bar her
stomach rested on. After her legs were spread wide to the posts, hands moved to
her wrists and tied twine around her them. Locking her ankles and wrists
together with the rough rope to the posts. The sharp strands of the twine cut
into her flesh, digging through her skin. Molly knew what would come next, that
she would be taken her on stage. She was totally exposed, her breasts hung
enticingly below her bent body.
Tears flowed in abundance down her cheeks. Molly turned her head to the
right and glanced at the crowd. The wide eyed lust filled eyes stared at her
pinioned body.
The huge man who had climbed on stage stepped behind her.
Looking to the crowd, near the door Molly saw Michael, and next to him Tony,
they stood arms crossed watching her on stage.
The huge man drove his member into her pussy, Molly closed her eyes and
screamed out in pain and humiliation. The pain was intense, worse than when her
maidenhood had been taken by Michael, and almost equal to when Raymond had taken
her up the ass.
When she opened her eyes again, and turned her head to where Tony had stood,
he was gone. Michael still stood near the door, but she could no longer see
Tony. She was almost glad, not wanting him to see her being taken in this
manner. Her head collapsed against her chest. she just stared at the floor.
The large man pounded into her from behind. His prick slammed into her
cervix with each thrust. She tried to scream, but it served little purpose.
Saliva ran from her mouth, pooling on the wood below. Molly grunted loudly
every time he drove forward, her body tiny under his, she was resigned, broken.
The crowd had gone silent, in appreciation, and wonder, at the scene before
them. Her woeful calls filled the room.
He reached around and took her breasts in his hands. The heavy callused
skin bit into her sensitive flesh. Molly heard herself grunt with each thrust,
almost as if she were outside her body, till finally he slammed forward one last
time and released his seed deep in her belly. Molly could no longer cry at the
thought of the horrors that had befallen her. She turned her head toward the
crowd, Michael had disappeared, she was glad. Her head collapsed again as the
man pulled his enormous prick from her body and the crowd roared.
She heard the crack of flesh before she felt the pain, as his heavy hand
fell upon her ass. Again, and again he struck her till her ass burned. Her
wide eyes stared up at the crowd, hoping to see the slightest hint of pity, or
somebody to help her, but only lust filled their eyes. Her head collapsed again
as she just looked at the floor.
When the man stopped slapping her behind and departed the stage, a great
commotion rose to her right, at the top of the stairs. She heard the microphone
man calling out again to the crowd. Agonizingly she lifted her head and saw men
fighting for position at the top of the stairs, holding wads of cash in their
hands.
The microphone man pointed to one, he broke through the others and deposited
his money in the microphone man's hand. He almost ran across the stage, Molly
could see the bulge in his pants as he brushed past her, moving up behind her.
She expected to feel him slam into her pussy. He was much smaller than the
previous man thankfully. She heard the disgusting sound of him clearing his
throat, then spitting. To her horror she felt it land between the cheeks of her
ass. Molly screamed as loud as her battered throat would allow when she figured
out what was coming next, but it did nothing to help ease the pain as he drove
his prick forward deep in her anus. The crowd roared as Molly arched her head
back toward the ceiling, screaming with all her might. The muscles and tendons
of her neck strained as she bellowed out her pain.
He drove deep in her ass. Molly felt as though she was going to split. The
man grabbed for her hips, using them as leverage, driving himself into her in
quick movements. Deep thrusts in and out of her ass. The pain did not abate,
but Molly stopped screaming, her head again slumped forward, staring down at the
floor, rocking each time his pelvis slammed against her ass till finally he
filled her rectum with his load. Molly passed out.
Her temporary unconsciousness did nothing to still the desires of the
assembled men. When Molly came to, there was another man already buried in her
sex. She didn't know if he had been the first to enter her since she passed out
or not, she didn't care. She just wanted to die, to escape this misery. He
thrust deeply into her belly, jabbing at her in quick movements of his hips till
he filled her with his seed.
On and on it went, Molly did not even try to count how many used her. Her
pussy, her ass, her mouth, no hole was left untouched. She passed out multiple
occasions, escaping to the blackness of unconsciousness, but the men would soon
bring her to, with heavy slaps to her face or body, twisting and pinching her
nipples till she'd come to screaming out in pain. Then they'd tilt her head
back and pour tequila down her throat through the ring gag till she was too
drunk to care, or hurt anymore.
It was dark, and the bar had emptied before Molly became aware of her
surroundings again. Before being released she was suffered the further
indignity of being used by the bar staff. Each taking their turn, or turns with
her. When she was finally cut free of the post, her wrists and ankles were cut
and bloodied from the twine. She could not stand on her own, a heavy trail of
cum ran down the insides of her thighs. The thick sticky liquid fell to the
floor as it dripped from her body. When she was lifted to a standing position
she vomited copious amounts of sperm. She'd been forced to swallow the loads of
so many men. Her captors finally removed the messy ring gag from her mouth when
she could vomit up no more of the cum from her stomach. The roof of her mouth
was ripped and raw from the gag. She was pulled over a drain in the floor and
buckets of water were poured over her body. Molly greedily drank what she could
as it was poured over her. Her throat was raw and sore from the screaming and
the abuse of the night. The shame and disgust of drinking like a dog from the
bucket was overwhelmed by the thirst, and pain in her throat.
The heat that still permeated the bar and her skin dried quickly. Her body
felt sticky in the humid air. She was carried back into the bowels of the bar,
up a flight of stairs to a room. She was tossed onto a ragged old bed and left
alone. The door locking behind the unknown man who delivered her.
Molly's body ached, and she cried softly on the bed, her wrists burned and
itched where the twine had dug under her flesh. She continued to spit sperm out
intermittently as her belly grumbled at the vile presence still inside. The
white gooey liquid fell on the covers, she lay in it without consideration for
her dignity. The room was hot and humid, no air moved but what was pushed
around by a small fan in the barred window. Molly finally passed out for the
night, her visions clouded with nightmares and alcohol.
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Molly woke the next morning to the sound of a tray being laid on the floor
near her bed. A young man stood behind it. The door was shut behind him. He
looked timidly at her and pointed to the food on the floor. Molly tried to
smile at him, and moved to raise herself from the bed.
He was on her in an instant, pushing her back into the mattress. Molly
tried to scream, but his hand was jammed over her mouth. He fumbled with the
material of his trousers. She felt his rampant prick rub her thigh as she was
pushed back on mattress, her legs spread as he forced his knee between her
thighs. She felt him guide his prick into her. Molly cried out in pain as he
thrust into her battered and swollen sex, his hand still over her mouth as he
thrust into her body. She heard the bed creak under their weight as he moved
roughly on her. He came quickly, and in abundance. Molly figured it was his
first time, or at least that he had had very little experience. His movements
were awkward and frenetic. Molly closed her eyes as he panted atop her, he
removed his hand from her face and clamped his mouth in it's place. She could
taste him as he tried to explore her mouth with his tongue. She did not react
as he climbed from her. She lay still with her legs splayed wide, and flat on
the bed. She heard the ruffling of his pants as he got his prick back in. She
did not look up to see him depart, she heard the door shut and lock behind him.
Molly closed her legs, rolled on her side and started crying again.
Molly forced herself off the bed sometime later. Falling to the floor she
crawled to the tray of food and devoured it. There were a couple of
tortilla's, some beans and rice. At first she thought she would be sick again,
as her stomach rumbled, still filled with sperm from the night before, but she
managed to hold down the food. She drank the bottle of water that was on the
tray. Her throat still hurt, the food was spicy, but on the whole bland and
uninteresting. At least she would not die of starvation she thought.
After finishing what passed for her meal, Molly looked around the room
realizing that she needed to relieve herself. There were no other doors but the
one to the hall, and there was only a small barred window along the wall. She
spotted under the bed what looked like a chamber pot, one of those anachronisms
she'd seen in museums as a child. Molly was horrified, the thought of relieving
herself in a pot, but she saw no other option. Taking the porcelain pot from
beneath the bed, she squatted over it and relieved herself. Her face turned
bright red as she was disgusted and ashamed. When she was through Molly moved
the pot as far away from her as she could.
Molly walked to the window and looked through the dirty glass. Heavy iron
bars prevented any hope for escape. She looked for anything in the landscape,
any kind of hope. All she could really see was the roof of the building below,
a dusty courtyard, and the arid brush and sand that spread to the mountains in
the distances. Molly began crying when she started to think about it all and
collapsed on the bed. Her head pounded, a hangover from the tequila the night
before.
She lay on the bed for hours till she heard the key in the lock of the door.
Molly shrunk back in the bed, fearing what torment would come next. A haggard
old woman entered the room. She shouted to Molly in a language she could not
understand. She looked old, but Molly got the sense that she was younger than
her appearance would indicate. She looked worn, and used up. She wore an old
dress that, at one time might have been glamorous or beautiful, but now, looked
like something out of "Great Expectations", it was silly and incongruous given
the physical state of the old woman. The low cut bust revealed her wrinkled and
aged dark skin, the slit up the side only exposed her veined and cellulite
covered legs.
The woman screamed out to Molly again, her voice was harsh and unpleasant.
Molly didn't know what she wanted, she was scared.
Again the woman screamed, she extended her arm in which she offered a towel.
In her other hand she held a kettle of water. The woman kept yelling till Molly
stood. Over her shoulder she also had a basket, when Molly stood the woman set
the basket down near the bed. She moved close to Molly. Molly retreated till
she backed into the wall. The women poured the water from the kettle over the
towel and then began rubbing down Molly's body with the wet cloth. She was
rough, the material was rough. The old woman dug the towel into Molly's skin,
up between her legs, over her breasts. Molly cried as the woman painfully
attempted to clean her.
Growing tired of Molly's cries the woman stopped and slapped her hard across
the face. Then she yelled at Molly again. Not knowing what she wanted Molly
just stood there, the woman began running the towel over her body again. The
towel explored every inch of her, but especially up between her legs, rubbing
painfully over Molly's sore sex. Molly tried to stand still and not draw
anymore punishment from the woman, she tried to endure.
When the woman finished drying Molly, she tossed the towel on the floor and
picked up the basket she'd set down before. The haggard old woman pulled from
it's depths a hand held mirror and a tube of bright red lipstick and handed them
to Molly. Molly had never worn much in the way of makeup. She just stood
there, not knowing what to do when the women began yelling at her again. She
opened the cap and tried to apply the lipstick by herself but she couldn't do it
to the satisfaction of the old woman. Finally, frustrated, the woman grabbed
the tube from her hand and slapped Molly's face again. Roughly she pushed the
tube to Molly's lips and began applying the lipstick. After she was through
with that she applied makeup to Molly's face. When the woman made Molly look at
herself in the mirror, she was shocked, she looked outrageous, like something
from a movie, like a movie whore. The bright red lipstick on her lips, the
heavy rouge on her cheeks.
The woman went back into the basket and pulled out a red dress. She handed
it to Molly and gestured for her to put it on. Molly felt embarrassed, dressing
in front of the woman, even though she was already naked, there was just
something about dressing. When Molly pulled the dress up over her body, the
woman had to finish the zipper. Molly could not get it. The dress was tight to
her body, constricting even. She could not breathe normally when she wore it.
The woman stood back and looked over her. Molly felt more shame flood
through, she was being analyzed, and judged. The woman seemed satisfied with
Molly's look. After a few moments she gathered her basket and towel then walked
to the door and knocked. A large man opened it from the other side and stepped
into the room. Molly shrunk away from him as he entered. He moved closer to
her till she could back up no further. He stood before her and pulled from his
pocket a wad of cloth. Reaching for her face he stuffed the cloth in her mouth
without a fight. Then, he took another, longer piece of cloth and tied it
around her head, effectively gagging her.
He grabbed for her shoulders and turned her around forcefully so she faced
the wall. She felt the cool metal of handcuffs snap shut around her wrists.
The man turned her around again so she was looking at the old woman. The old
woman handed the man the blindfold Molly had worn when she was brought here. He
placed it around her head. Molly heard the woman say something to the man that
she did not comprehend. His rough hands grabbed her and lifted her up over his
shoulder. He carried her downstairs and out of the bar. The heat was intense
as soon as they stepped from the shade, it was warm in the bar anyway, but in
the sun, it was intolerable. Molly felt herself being set inside a car, she was
laid on the floor. After the door close she heard men enter the front seat.
She heard the talking, but could not understand it.
The car moved on over rough roads, dust filled the cabin, and got in Molly's
nose, it was difficult to breathe. She was tossed around the back like a rag
doll. Sometimes painfully striking the seat.
The car came to a stop sometime later. Hands were on her again, pulling
her, then lifting her from the car. She was carried over a man's shoulder.
They entered a building, inside it was cool, the air conditioning was blasting,
and it felt good to be out of the heat. Goose bumps popped up over Molly's body
as the temperature change was that shocking to her flesh.
The man carrying her spoke to somebody, saying things she could not
understand. Molly wondered how it was nobody thought it odd to see a girl
blindfolded and gagged with her wrists cuffed being carried over a man's
shoulder into a building, but then, nothing had been normal since her ordeal had
started.
She was carried through the halls into a room and set down on the floor.
She had a hard time gathering, and maintaining her balance at first, the heels
were uncomfortable on her feet. Then the she heard the man who had carried her
in leave and the door shut behind him. She just stood there, the floor was
carpeted and the heels dug deep into the plush.
The sound of the air conditioned air being pumped into the room was all she
could hear at first, otherwise, silence. Molly stood there, her calves aching.
She had never wore heels like this for an extended period of time, and standing
still, it was worse, trying not to move, she was afraid to move.
Then, she thought she heard a sound, in front of her? Molly's blindfolded
head twisted, as if looking around the room. She let out a low whimper, as if
begging. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward. Molly
cried out, afraid she would fall to the floor. Her chest hit a table with a
small thud. The hands pushed her forward till her thighs pressed against the
carved wood edge. Her dress was lifted, she felt the cool air on her naked ass.
With no formalities the man plunged into her body. Her sex was still raw and
sore from the night before and Molly cried out.
He pounded into her with great force, driving her thighs up against the
carved edge of the desk. He took hold of her hair and tugged back on her head
until she was forced to arch her back up to relieve the strain. His breath came
in heavy pants as he thrust into her, filling her in the end with a great
explosion of cum.
He collapsed upon her body after he had released, his weight heavy upon her
back. Molly thought she'd be crushed beneath him she hadn't grown used to the
weight of men upon her. It was uncomfortable, and it caused her to feel
claustrophobic and panicked. The sharp points of the wood bit into her thighs.
He twisted her head to him by her hair, pulling her face to his. She felt his
tongue over her lips where they were free from the gag.
After he'd removed his mouth from hers he lifted himself from her body and
let go of her hair. Molly heard him zip up and walk around in front of her as
her collapsed on the desk. She heard his weight fall into a chair. She
remained bent over the desk, she dare not move as she felt his cum dribble down
the inside of her thigh.
"So, you are La Senorita's new whore?" He spoke English well, with only the
slightest accent. It took her by surprise, since she had understood almost
nothing since Michael and Tony had left her beside the constant call of "gringo
whore", and "slut" from the men who had used her.
"I can see that I was not the first to use you, but you were still a
pleasant fuck. Not many redhead sluts appear in this country, you will make a
nice addition to the landscape." Molly began crying again, the blindfold grew
wet with her tears. She heard him light a match then smelt the sweet smell of
tobacco drift through the room.
"I'm considering buying you from La Senorita, it would be nice to have a
whore like you in my stable. Maybe I could breed more little red hair sluts
like you for my use?" Molly was humiliated and shocked, she could do nothing,
the metal cuffs bit into the scares from the rope, she cried softly as she rest
her cheek on the desk.
She heard him stand from his chair after he'd finished his cigarette. He
moved behind her, the soft cloth of his pants pressed against her hips. He
grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to a standing position. He pushed her
slowly until her legs came in contact with cushioned leather. He forced her
down over it. She was bent over the arm rest of a chair or couch. It was much
lower than the table had been. He lifted her dress again, and ran his hands
over her ass. He reached to her back and pulled the zipper down, sliding the
dress down her body till she was naked. Molly shivered as her skin was exposed
to the cold air. Her nipples came in contact with the cool leather and hardened
to small round points.
Molly didn't know if he intended to use her again, she heard him move to the
other side of the room, then he walked towards her. She expected him to bury
himself into her pussy, or her anus. The swish through the air caught her by
surprise, then pain exploded in her ass cheeks as a cane bit into her flesh.
Molly screamed into the gag as her head rose from the leather. The next blow
struck on her upper thighs. She continued to scream as she rocked back and
forth on the heels.
Again, and again he striped her body till she passed out, the pain was
intense. Her head collapsed on the soft leather cushion of the couch she was
bent over. Her bent body still showed invitingly, her ass propped in the air.
He continued to flail away at her. Line after line of welts rose on her back,
ass and legs.
When Molly came to, he had stopped striking her. She felt his fingers
running over the welts that crisscrossed her body. Molly jumped at his touch,
the pain, the burning. He pushed her back down when she tried to stand. When
she was again bent over the arm, he ran his hands over the marks he'd left.
Molly whimpered in total agony as her body was filled with exquisite pain.
"Yes, you will be a nice addition to La Senorita's stable. Such a pity I
could not take you for myself, but the other girls, they would be jealous. Such
a little slut as you, they would not like it." His hands moved to unmarked part
of her back, running his hands over her soft velvety skin. His hips pushed up
against hers as he reached for the gag cloth wrapped around her head. She could
feel the bulge in his pants. He removed the cloth from around her head and
stood back.
"Stand Up!" Molly stood with pain, every nerve came alive, every inch of
the lines he laid on her body hurt. He pressed his body against hers, the
material of his pants irritating the welts on her body. He reached around her
and took her breasts in his hands, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"Ah what a good little slut you are." He pulled the wadded piece of moist
cloth from her mouth. Molly started coughing. He twisted her head around and
clamped his on hers, his tongue slid into her open mouth.
He grabbed for a clump of hair again and pulled her mouth from his, then,
forced her to her knees. She heard the zipper fall as he released his prick.
Holding onto her head he buried it deep in her mouth. There was a manic nature
to his thrusts, he slammed his pelvis forward, driving himself deep into her,
till he came in a flood of sperm, filling her mouth.
Molly cried out initially as he pulled on her hair, but she reacted little
otherwise, she had become used to the abuse. When he pulled from her mouth she
remained on her knees. The thought disgusted her, what had just happened, what
had happened this whole ordeal. Who this man she didn't know, who any of the
men were in fact, but she tried to swallow as much of his spunk as she could.
The remainder pooled below her tongue, a revolting reminder of the position she
had taken on, as a sperm receptacle.
He moved away from her, off behind the desk and sat down. Molly heard a
soft buzz, and the door opened seconds later. She felt the body come closer,
the rough cloth of jeans pressed against her shoulder.
The wadded cloth was forced back in her mouth, and the long cloth piece tied
around her head. Tighter this time, so the fabric bit into her cheeks. Her
dress was pulled up onto her body without words. Hands pulled the zipper up,
till her body was squeezed back into the confines of the too small dress. One
of the large hands set down on her shoulder, and began turning her, leading her
to the door when the man in the chair called out from behind the desk.
"Tell La Senorita that I approve of the whore. She may be put to work,
'officially'!" He emphasized the "officially" and Molly's blood ran cold.
Molly was pushed out the door, forced from the cool building. The heat was
oppressive, and instant when they were outside. Her breath stuck in her lungs
as she gasped for air. She was taken to a car, the same car? She did not know?
She was forced to lay on the floor in the backseat. She bounced around in the
narrow space as they passed over the rough dusty roads to reach the bar.
Molly heard the voices, and the calls of the crowd as she was taken back
through the bar. Still blindfolded she was not stopped. She was taken back
into her room where the blindfold, cuffs and gag were removed. Molly was left
alone. Food was brought for her an hour or so after their return. The same
meal of rice and beans was offered too her. She ate quickly, filling her hungry
stomach with the uninteresting fare.
She felt so humiliated as she squatted over the chamber pot to relieve
herself. After, she lay back on the bed, trying as she could to forget about
her torment. She still wore the whore outfit she'd been forced to put on
earlier. She looked all the whore she'd become in the tight outfit.
Molly faded into a weary sleepy, the stifling heat made it hard to breathe,
and the fan did little to help. Molly awoke after sundown when the door opened
and the old woman entered. She had with her the bag. She reapplied makeup to
Molly's face. The old woman handed her some pills to down with a bottle of
water, and then forced Molly to relieve herself again. Molly's face was flush,
she stared at the floor, not thinking about the woman's presence as she squatted
over the pot.
When she was done the old woman placed a collar around Molly's neck. It was
thick leather and was sealed in place with a small padlock. The woman attached
a long chain to the collar and pulled her out of the room, toward the bar.
Molly's hands were not bound in any manner, but her freedom was constrained by
the leech. She felt like a dog being taken for a walk.
The smells of the bar, and the stench of the men gathered hit her as they
began descending the stairs. Molly felt the eyes upon her as she was pulled
into the room. Looking around through moistened eyes Molly saw other girls
dressed as she was, roaming through the bar. None of them had a person leading
them around, only her, only she was pulled along by the old woman, but all the
other girls did wear heavy padlocked collars as she did. The fact gave Molly
little solace.
The old woman dragged her up on stage. She began speaking into the
microphone. Some voices called out from the crowd, but not many. It seemed to
Molly as though the woman was announcing something. Something bad for her she
guessed. Some new torment she'd be subjected to.
When the woman finished talking she led Molly off the stage and pulled her
through the bar. Hands reached up under her dress seripettiously, if La
Senorita saw the men do it, she'd slap them. Most times she didn't see them
though, and the men fondled her. Molly did not cry out, she was both afraid of
the men and what they might do, and what La Senorita might do to her at the same
time. Silence was the better, easier, option.
The old woman would stop occasionally to talk to a man. Molly was in a no
win situation. The old woman would take money from the men, and then hand him a
slip of paper. Molly did not understand, she paid little heed to what was going
on, she just moved when the chain was tugged at her neck, trying to avoid the
dirty rough hands on her body when she could.
Molly was thankful when she was taken back to her room, that she hadn't been
used on the stage as before, or treated in some other ill manner. She felt like
she had escaped.
The old woman pushed Molly down on the bed and removed the short chain from
her collar. The old woman then reached under the bed and pulled a longer chain
that was connected to a bolt in the floor. This longer chain was then attached
it to Molly's collar. La Senorita locked the chain it in place with a small
padlock. The old woman left the room after Molly had been attached. Molly stood
and walked around the room when she'd gone. Molly was not to be given any degree
of freedom, even within the confines of her locked room. She still had a good
deal of movement available to her, but, not completely. She could reach the
majority of the room, but not go all the way to the door. She was able to look
out the window if she wanted to. It felt odd, to have the metal hang over her
shoulder, tugging at her neck as she reached fruitlessly for the handle of the
door just out of her reach.
Molly sat back on the bed, running her hands over the fabric of the dress.
It was different for her to be clothed now, even in an outfit of a whore. She
had been kept naked almost constantly since her initial capture. She hated how
the dress made her look, but it felt good to be somewhat covered.
Molly laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The room was lighted
by a bare bulb in the center of the room. It flooded the room in bright harsh
light, leaving dark areas of shadows behind, and under the furniture. Molly
turned her head to the door when she heard speaking on the other side. She
could not understand the words, but knew they were coming for her, she
unconsciously held her breath waiting for what was to come.
When the door opened she saw two men in the hall, one of the bar employees,
a bouncer, guard type character, and a dirty customer. The customer was one of
the men La Senorita had stopped to talk to when Molly was dragged around the
bar, one of the men who had handed the old woman money, and received a slip of
paper in return. It made sense to her now, when she was in the bar, that the
old woman had been leading her around offering her for sale, offering her
services up. She had been selling her.
The man stepped into the room, the guard closed the door behind him. She
could smell him before he even got close to her, the dirt, the grime, the sweat,
but especially the alcohol. The intense smell of tequila that seeped from his
body. Molly tried to move to the corner of the room, as if that would dissuade
him from coming for her, but he continued to move ever closer. She knew she had
no hope of escape, she felt the chain on her arm.
He moved towards her, his dirty hands reached out and grabbed for her hair,
taking it in his claw like grip. He pulled her head back and forced his mouth
over hers. Molly tried to pull away as his disgusting breath and tongue filled
her mouth. He was small, wiry, though he still outweighed her. She pushed him
away in a moment of panic and disgust, trying to run for the door. Fear pulsed
through her veins as she tried desperately to get away. In her state, she
forgot about the chain on her collar. She came to an abrupt stop as her body
snapped back and she slammed to the floor. Leaving her writhing and grasping
for breath in a heap.
The man grabbed the chain and started pulling her to him. Molly felt her
body being dragged across the rough floor. She choked as the collar pulled on
her neck, the strain was immense. Her hands went to her collar and tried to
relieve some of the tension, she tried to wedge her fingers below the collar,
but it did not help. Molly struggled to get to her feet, gasping as he
continued to pull on the chain, pulling her closer to him.
Though thin and frail looking, he was quite strong. When she was in front
of him, panting, and struggling for air he let go of the chain and slapped her
hard across the face. The loud smack rang through the small room, her knees
bucked and she bent at the waist. He then pushed her down on the bed. The
fight was out of her as she felt blood drip from her nose, she was crying hard
now. Rough hands forced her over on her belly and he unzipped the dress,
pulling it down over her body till she was again naked. Molly tried to roll
into a little ball, into a fetal position to protect herself, to cover her body
but he just tugged on the chain and forced her over onto her back again. He
hovered over her, slapped her hard across the face again, then spread her legs
with his hands.
The man stood back to admire her for an instant, blood ran down her cheek.
He began removing the disgusting garments he wore. Molly tried not to look.
When she caught a glance of him, he looked smaller. Without his clothes his
body looked wasted and more bony than even she would have imagined. Tufts of
matted black hair covered him. His prick was long, and thin, much like the man
himself.
He climbed between her spread legs and mounted her without speaking. His
prick poked deep into her belly. He began pounding into her immediately. His
thrusts were not that painful, but Molly still cried out each time. She could
feel the rough clods of dirt press against her skin as he slid in and out of
her. Molly closed her eyes and prayed it would be over soon. He filled her
with his seed a short time later, clamping his mouth down on hers as he came in
her body.
He climbed off her after he'd laid upon her body for a moment. His hands
squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples. Molly did not cry out, even
though pain racked her breasts, she would not give him the pleasure of making
her scream anymore. She heard him dress but kept her eyes closed, she lay
still, her legs splayed wide on the dirty mattress, she hated him, she hated
them all.
He knocked on the door and the guard opened it to let him out. She heard
him leave, then heard another person enter. Molly expected another weight to
climb on her and brutally take her, but instead she felt a wet cloth pressed to
her face. When she opened her eyes the guard stood over her trying to clean off
the line of blood that came from her nose.
When he'd cleaned her, and left the room, the nights work began. Men
entered one after another, took her and then left. Some just took her, climbing
on the bed and thrusting themselves in her sex while she lay unmoving beneath
them. Her effort, of lack of effort made no difference to their ultimate
enjoyment of the act. Others, made her kneel on the bed and took her from
behind, either in the pussy, or anally. A few used her mouth. When no more men
waited to use her, the guard brought in a towel and basin of water for her to
clean herself with. She had a hard time falling to sleep as her body ached.
So began her stay at La Senorita's. Everyday was slightly different, but
most often she spent her time on her back servicing men. She was taken to a
mildew covered shower every couple days and left alone to let the tepid water
run over her body. It did little to clean her, but she pretended it did, she
imagined it cleaning from her the smells, and feel of the men who took her.
Each time she was led to the shower, or the excuse of a bathroom down the hall,
she heard the groans, or creaking of beds in the other girls rooms. Sometimes
screams shattered the fragile reality of peace Molly tried to create in her
mind. Bloodcurdling, piercing screams that destroyed any myths Molly could
create about her situation.
One day, through her small barred window Molly looked into the dusty
courtyard to see one of the other girls chained to a post. She was naked, her
arms raised high on the wood, her feet suspended off the ground kicking wildly.
She was whipped until her back was a bloody pattern of lines and her body
stopped flinching. There was little doubt she was whipped where she was, in
plain sight of the girl's windows. The whipped girl was left hanging from the
post after they'd finished with her, her body limp under the blazing sun. She
was removed some hours later. It was an obvious deterrent to misbehavior for
the other girls. Molly never knew what it was the girl did to earn such a
horrible fate, but she had no intention of earning a similar position on the
pole.
After a week of servicing customers, La Senorita didn't bother with the
leech anymore for Molly. She no longer took her around the bar to find
customers. There was a new girl for La Senorita's attentions. Molly began to
roam the bar like the other girls did. Her tattered whore outfit barely
covering her battered body as the men fingered and groped her, no longer did La
Senorita cared if they molested her, as long as they paid for her services later
on. Molly did as the other girls did, give the men who wanted her a ticket,
they would pay La Senorita, and then Molly would take them upstairs and they
would use her as they desired. Molly never really managed to understand their
words, but their intentions were easily conveyed through gestures and their
hands upon her.
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Molly had grown used to the cycle she was subjected to. She still cried out
every time a man entered her. When she woke in the morning she would try to
clean herself as best she could, clean the crusty remains of the men from her
body. She would eat her rice and beans left by the guard at the door, and try
to endure for another day.
Once or twice a week she would perform her act on stage. Her talent, as it
were, at least as La Senorita had envisioned it. La Senorita had created the
drama for her completely. Molly circled the room before the show, She slowly
performed a striptease as she made her way around the floor, holding the
implements of her show in her hands.
Molly had learned the act well, first the shoulder straps of her dress were
gently slid off her body, till her breasts hung free, then, as she continued to
move, Molly would push the remainder of her dress down around her ankles, till
she was able to step out of it's confines and stand naked in the bar. Hands
would be upon her, entering her when they could, violently twisting her nipples.
Her screams only intensified the men's interest in purchasing her services
later. La Senorita allowed the contact, knowing the men would want her more.
Molly's pain and suffering only drove the price up later.
The implements Molly carried with her were a long neck beer bottle, and an
old piece of wood carved as a phallus. Sometimes, she'd insert them in her
mouth on her own, but more often, one of the men would grab her and do it for
her, forcing the bottle, or wood deep in her throat. La Senorita like the
arousal it created among the customers, it brought the crowd around. It was the
threat, the act of violence upon the girl, even when it became a scripted part
of the act, the customers did not know it, but it made them want Molly all the
more. That was of course good for La Senorita's business, in the end all that
mattered was the money. She didn't care about the girls otherwise. She didn't
care if they felt pain, or were damaged, she had a ready supply of new girls
available. Flesh being a cheap commodity in such a poor country.
Molly climbed on the stage, bottle, and phallus in hand. She set them
upright on the floor and began her dance. Gyrating her hips, grinding on the
floor or against the pole on the stage. Molly had learned the movements well
after hours and hours of direction by La Senorita. The memory of the whip the
old woman used made Molly work hard on the stage to reproduce the desired
movements. Sweat poured from her brow as she moved in a frenzy, driving the
crowd to an equally intense peak.
After the crowd had reached it's desired level, La Senorita gave Molly a
sign. She would lay back on the stage, her legs always kept wide. A small
rough rug was set out to protect her from the floor, not that it served much
good. Molly lay back, her legs spread facing the crowd. She reached for the
wooden phallus, and the bottle of oil. Molly lubed up the wood as well as she
could and began sliding it over her body. It's rounded, mushroomed head pressed
into the soft flesh of her breasts. Then, down over her sex, till she pressed
the head of the phallus against the hole of her ass and forced the knob through
the small aperture. She let it sit there, lewdly protruding from her anus. She
releasing her hands, and let the hardened wood jut from her ass on it's own to
the great joy of the crowd. Then, Molly would move her hands back to the shaft
and push it deeper, and deeper, till the whole of it almost disappeared into her
body, the dark wood contrasted erotically against her white skin. The painful
insertion never became something Molly was accustomed to, but the crowd loved
it, and showed it's appreciation with loud lustful booming cheers.
Two of the bar employees then came to the stage, each taking an ankle of
Molly's in their hands. Pulling her legs wider, and back over her body. La
Senorita thought their presence on stage, their holding her legs down excited
the crowd more than Molly spreading her legs on her own. Molly could barely
keep from screaming the first couple times they held her, as she thought her
hips would disjoint when they pressed down. Molly continued the show, pushing
and pulling the phallus from her anus. No longer was she very tight there, she
had been taken so many times, the phallus slid easily in and out but still, it
was something that she found revolting.
With the wood protruding from her ass, Molly reached for the bottle. It was
long, and thin at the top, growing wider further down it's length till it's
girth was much greater than a cock, even a huge cock. Molly poured the oil over
the glass trying to ease the intrusion that was to come. Molly didn't have to
move the bottle over her body near as much as she did with the wooden phallus,
the men were already near their peak, their only remaining desire was to see her
bottle driven deep in her small body.
Molly rubbed the end of the bottle against her opening, inserting it an inch
and then pulling it free. All part of the act as La Senorita has directed it,
taught to Molly painfully after many sessions with the whip. Molly drove the
neck of the bottle into her sex, the narrow head passed easily into her. Then
men holding her legs push down hard on her ankles, till her knees nearly touch
the floor, making her cry out. Her hips hurt, they felt like they're going to
pop at any second. Molly knows that the men holding her legs, their arousal
rises along with the crowd. They will use her tonight after the paying
customers get done with her. Sometimes forcing the bottle back in her pussy and
pounding into her ass, liking to feel the hardness of the glass against their
cocks as they plunge deep inside her.
Molly pulled the neck of the bottle free from her body, a groan of
displeasure comes from the crowd. Molly closed her eyes, she felt the tension
in her legs as the men press down, then she drives the bottle deep in her belly.
Past the narrow neck, to the wide base, till her sex is spread well beyond it's
capacity. Molly whimpered silently in pain as she removes her hands from the
glass, showing the protruding piece of glass in her pussy. The crowd roared
it's approval. Molly stopped pushing it in when four or five inches of the
bottle still remain protruding from her sex, it's too painful to drive it
deeper. The crowd cheered as the tears streak down her cheeks. Molly begins
to grow accustomed, if not content with the bottles presence in her. Her sex
tries to accommodate the bottle as best it can. Molly waits for the men to
release her legs so she can waddle through the aisles, La Senorita's final
indignity for her. The disgusting display of the bottle and phallus jutting
from her body as she can barely walk through the wandering hands of the crowd.
Molly screamed out in agony as one of the men holding her legs pushes the
bottle deeper in her body. Her head twists violently as looks down between her
spread legs. Only an inch or so now remains free of her sex as the crowd erupts
into near panicked cheers. It feels as though she will be ripped apart. Her
pussy burns as the thick bottle disappears in her depths. The men let her legs
free and they fall to the floor. She lays still on the floor, trying not to
move, till the hands of the men pull her to a standing position. Tears streak
down her face, taking the harshly applied makeup with it. The dark streaks only
add to the furor of the crowd. Seeing her pain, obvious, so visible, they love
it.
Molly took her first tentative steps as she always did. Keeping her legs
spread wide and bowed to try and ease the pain. The men helped her descend the
steps so she can move about the bar. Hands reach out and cup her breasts.
Rough fingers shoot between her legs, twisting and rocking the bottle within
her. Tears continued to fall from Molly's battered body. She screamed
intermittently as the bottle is moved within her painfully. Molly walked
slowly around the bar as La Senorita has dictated her many times before. Molly
knew her anguish and her pain would only be worse tonight as the horny men would
pay much to have her after the show. Molly walked with her head down, staring
at the floor as she waddled along the path that opened before her between the
rowdy men.
Molly screamed when she felt arms encircle, and lift her from the ground.
She kicked her legs wildly as she was lifted over the thick shoulder. Every
movement of her legs caused her pain, yet she continued to flail. Her cries
echoed through the room as she was carried toward the back of the bar.
She continued to kick with her legs and fight her captor as he set her down
before the old woman. With one hand the man held her wrists, the other reached
up between her legs and pulled the bottle free with an audible pop. The glass
shattered against the wall as he threw it. He then removed the wooden dildo
from her ass and tossed it on the floor. Initially she'd been angry as the man
carried her away, but now, he'd pulled free the devices of torture from her
body, she was shocked. The man let go of her wrists and she turned to look at
him. Her heart almost stopped when she saw it was Tony. She jumped into his
arms and held him tight.
Tony set her down and whispered in her ear.
"Go to your room, gather your stuff, we're leaving here, wait for me up
there!"
"But..." she started to speak but he cut her off.
"Go now, no questions!"
She looked in his eyes, he looked concerned, angry and intent. She did not
argue. Molly turned and ran up the stairs in spite of the pain between her
legs. When she reached the top of the stairs she looked back to see Tony pull a
large wad of cash from his pocket. She did not stay to watch, she went to her
room, trying to cover her exuberance, she tried not to get too hopeful.
Packing did not take long, she had received next to no clothes since she
arrived. She pulled the long t-shirt she'd been given to sleep in over her
body. It barely extended past the confluence of her legs, and when she bent, it
revealed everything.
Molly walked to the mirror that had been put in her room, her eye was
blackened from a one of the customers days ago. She looked older, and tired.
The marks, the wrinkles seemed to appear quickly under these conditions.
When the knock came at the door she was afraid to open it. Tenuously she
walked to the door and slowly opened it a crack, afraid that one of La
Senorita's men would try and take her? She saw Tony through the small wedge and
then whipped the door open and jumped in his arms again.
"Let's get out of here!" He picked the small bag from the floor and carried
her out. Her arms wrapped around his neck never wanting to let go of him again.
She buried her face in his neck and closed her eyes. He carried her through the
bar to the chants, and ire of the crowd, Molly cringed, she held him tight,
squeezing him with all her strength. She thought they might attack him, and
her.
When they finally ran the gantlet and got in his truck, Molly collapsed on
the passenger side floorboards. Exhausted, and still terrified, she still
thought they might come after them.
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Prologue
Molly stood looking out the kitchen window. She had just finished preparing
dinner for Tony. She was waiting for him to pull in the drive from after his
long day at the work site. The air was cool on her naked body as she stood in
her collars, ready to present herself to him when he walked through the door.
After taking her from La Senorita's, Tony drove her to a coastal resort
where they'd spent the next two weeks. It took her that long to recuperate from
her time at the bar, and even that was not enough. Only long enough to allow
the visible scars to fade. When her body felt somewhat returned to normal, and
she could actually step outside in a bikini without people staring at her marked
body, they drove to their new home in Northern Minnesota. Tony had left his
employment with Michael, and was now working in construction. He'd bought a
house with money he'd earned in his previous career, and Molly served him as his
slave. The house had been fitted with all the toys Tony, and Molly had desired.
They had their own personal torture chamber in the basement. Sometimes Tony made
her sleep in her cage, but most times, she lay with him in bed at night, the
chain attached to her collar running over the covers to the bolt in the floor.
Molly clapped her hands excitedly as Tony's truck pulled in the drive. She
removed the roast from the oven and put it on the dining room table. She fell
to her knees on the cold tile in the entryway and waited for him to enter. She
had a hard time removing the smile from her face as she cast her eyes to the
floor when the door started to swing open.
The End