MOLLY, great story! m+,f,nc

[Grm]

MOLLY BY SEMIATER
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.

-----

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.

----

[Grm]

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.

----

[Grm]

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!"

[Grm]

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.

-----

"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.

------

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

[Grm]

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.

-------

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.

[Grm]

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.

[shygirl]

ok i usually get the "internet explorer cannot display this webpage" if there's something wrong with a site or my connection. but lately, i've been getting this page and part of the address is "mybrowserbar.com" and i get it A LOT! even on sites i regularly visit or in pages of a site. is it a virus? malware? how can i make it stop?

overcome shyness http://OVERCOMESHYNESSEASY.INFO <a href="http://OVERCOMESHYNESSEASY.INFO">overcome shyness</a>
overcome shyness

[Teringhufter]

top

[jwham]

This truly is a great story and deserving of better than the comments it receives.
One of the best I have ever read and I enjoyed it very much!

[jperry0512]

great story thank you

[Larzaius]

At the risk of being the buzz kill, Molly is 16 in this. Violation of oboard ruled

[Larzaius]

Still a violation of the rules