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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." ------

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.