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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

Title: Molly • Author: Semiater (Semiater@yahoo.com) • Published by Planetsexstories.org 2000-2003