Gone

To put it simply, consciousness was an unwelcome surprise.

At least in Molly’s nightmares, the pain was illusionary. Leonard was only a shadow, which perhaps denoted his affectionate disposition, while the other men were flesh-and-blood and treated her with cruelty.

Either the thunderous crescendo of raindrops on the deck above or the frequent crashes of waves against the hull had jostled her awake. Though still hogtied by the handcuffs, her feet no longer protruded straight up into the air, as at some point in the night her body had flopped onto the side and settled into the downy mattress.

Groaning, Molly lifted her head and looked around. Without any windows to let in even the intermittent flashes of lightning (she could hear the thunder rattling the decks above), the room was still pitch black, but she heard someone at the door. Was it the jostling of the HOAN that had awakened her, or this new intruder? Her heart skipped a beat as she recalled Greg’s earlier intrusion, bringing to mind his fetishistic indulgence in her feet, the soles of which still felt tainted with the sticky residue of his adorations.

The lights overhead snapped on abruptly, even before the door was open, and despite her sudden blindness Molly was able to discern Leonard standing unsteadily in the doorway, wearing a crooked smile that was as sexually devious as it was drunken. His expression left little to the imagination: something is about to happen here. She bit nervously on the gag in her mouth and looked up at him in terror.

Having abandoned his jeans, Leonard stood shakily in his boxers at the threshold of the captive womens’ quarters, glancing down at something in the hallway that was beyond Molly’s field of vision. The extent of his arousal was unmistakable—his rigid, upright cock outlined through the thin plaid fabric of his undergarment, bulbous with expectancy. He looked down at Molly, and then Jenna, whom was only now just beginning to stir.

“Did I wake you ladies?” He slurred unsteadily. “I’m sorry if I did.” A pause. “…Though not for you. I wanted you unconscious, at least for now.”

Molly glanced nervously at Jenna, who returned the glance despite her daze. Though they’d both had the opportunity to sleep, neither had been capable of forgetting their predicament in their slumber.

Ignoring the captives he’d addressed, Leonard retreated from sight for a moment, sidestepping and crouching to recover whatever it was that captivated his attention. Molly heard him grunt, and she suddenly realized he’d toted another kidnapped girl with him to their chamber, this one limp and streaked with welts. The redhead seemed to be unconscious, rendered thus perhaps by whatever travesties to which the welts bore testament , and the splattering of dried white coating the crease between her legs provoked Molly’s stomach to churn uneasily. How could these men be so utterly cruel to such delicate young women?

Leonard carried the redhead in his arms and dumped her ineloquently onto the mattress between Molly and Jenna. Her hands were bound behind her back, though not with handcuffs, but instead a tightly-knotted length of rope that held her wrists sturdily in place. Gagged with a cock-eyed length of duct tape smeared across her lips, the youth’s expression nearly reduced Molly to tears. This girl was a porcelain doll, her flesh a milky, tender hue with cheeks like rose-petals ravaged by the storm of tears she’d clearly succumbed to throughout the course of her torture. Upon venturing a glance at her feet, Molly noticed that they were bound similarly to her wrists, her soles criss-crossed with crescent red marks, perhaps done so by Greg’s teeth in a fit of viciously sadistic infatuation.

Leonard laid her across the bed with her feet dangling off the edge, her head slumped against Molly’s knee. The fact that the redhead’s cheeks were warm with life was a bittersweet surprise—at first Molly wondered if the girl wasn’t dead, murdered by the sexual hunger of a hundred rapists. Given her appearance, death would more than likely be a welcome crime to this tortured girl. At least she was asleep.

As Molly turned her head to regard Leonard, her eyes were impassioned with resentment and fury, which quickly softened to vulnerability as she realized the likelihood that she, too, would end up as ravished as the redhead beside her.

Without a trace of sympathy, Leonard leered down at Molly, and then at Jenna. “Soon, girlies,” he growled, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the pair of conscious cuties hogtied and prone before him. “This is Sarah. Let’s just say she drew the short straw.”

Puzzled, Molly glanced at little Sarah, her heart torn apart by the girl’s ravishment. Leonard stepped to the door and closed it, locking it from the inside, and then moved to Jenna. She still wasn’t fully awake and gasped through the gag as her abductor clamped his hand around the nape of her neck, pinning her head to the mattress roughly as he unbuckled the ball-gag. With it finally free, Leonard released her neck, letting Jenna spit the obnoxious red hindrance to her comfort into the pool of saliva that had accumulated beneath her face. She worked her jaw for a moment and, without venturing a glance upward, addressed the drunken rapist. “What are you talking about?”

Whether or not Leonard intended to divulge the secrets of the HAON’s journey, Molly didn’t know, but in his drunken state his lips were loose. “Let me explain. FTP has a location, out in the islands, which was the ship’s original destination. But they’re building a second location, about a hundred miles north, and Greg convinced Vincent to take this shipment of girls there instead.”

“What’s that have to do with her?” Jenna inquired, nodding clumsily to the side. “Sarah, I mean.”

“Well, when you tell a crew that their ‘payment’ is going to be delayed twelve hours, mutiny is almost inevitable. So, this little cutie here was like a down-payment…as you can see.”

Were it not for her self-control, Molly might have thrown up a little bit in her mouth. Sarah couldn’t have been older than fifteen or so, but with the gag concealing part of her tear-streaked face, her age was difficult to determine.

“…Why are you doing this to us?”

Jenna suddenly shifted gears, and this abrupt change in conversation seemed to catch Leonard off-guard, even in his intoxicated state. Due to their prior ‘intimations’, Molly would have preferred to make the defiant inquiry on her own, as the question had been plaguing her for quite some time now.

The range of emotions that played across the rapist’s face was broad to say the least, but after a moment Leonard seemed to have a response prepared. “Do you wanna be gagged again, girl? You aren’t the one I’m interested in here, Ginnie.”

“It’s Jenna, asshole,” she snapped without missing a beat, “…at least, that’s what it was before you fucking kidnapped me. Us. I think you owe us this at least.”

Clearly perturbed by Jenna’s defiance, Leonard glanced at Molly and then to Jenna with a smirk. “Oh, they’re gonna have fun with you,” he remarked forebodingly. “So I’ll tell you, so you can at least know before you’re tortured and drown in a sea of cum. Do you know what Valkyries are?”

Since Leonard’s drunkenness slurred the word beyond recognition anyway, Molly shook her head and looked to Jenna. “No.”

“Norse mytho…Norse myzz…Norse beliefs says that after battles, a bunch of Angels would appear on the battlefield and collect the souls of those that died nobly. These collected souls would dine and be merry with Odin, the Norse God, until Ragnarok—the Norse equivalent of Armageddon—came about.”

Jenna’s perplexed expression spoke volumes, and loudly enough to speak for both of them. Leonard continued. “There are two two types of Gods in Norse mythology—the Aesir and the Vanir, good and bad respectively. Odin was in charge of the Aesir; it was this side that the Valkyries served. Now, Vincent…he established Forced To Pleasure Inc. to intercept the Valkyries, the angels.”

“So, Vincent thinks he works for the Vain?”

“It’s ‘Vanir’. And to an extent, yes. He collects all the little angels like you and Molly here, and keeps them. It’s on this concept that FTP is founded.”

Molly and Jenna glanced at one another, and their thoughts were, unquestionably, in harmony with one another: absolute fucking psychos. Did Leonard seriously think that some age-old babble about the pre-Christian Apocalypse justified the present-day abduction and rape of innocent women? Innocent girls, like Sarah? With all her might, Molly willed Jenna not to press the issue, and her notoriously-defiant friend must have heard those pleas, for she refrained from any further disobedience. Frankly, Jenna hadn’t the slightest idea how to follow-up such a ludicrous excuse for hers and Molly’s present predicament, and kept her mouth shut.

Though Molly anticipated an awkward silence, her predictions went unfounded. His attention-span hindered by whatever liquor he’d ingested, Leonard segued swiftly into whatever act of perversity he’d intended from the start, moving to the bed and straddling Sarah’s calves. Beneath the befuddled gaze of Molly and Jenna, he flipped the redhead onto her back, gently dry-humping her silken calves through his boxers as he manipulated her body beneath him.

“I’d hate to be you, Jenna,” Leonard grunted suddenly, barely breaking the stare he held on Sarah’s sweet face. “Vincent’s taken quite a liking to you. I think he plans on making you his ‘Prize of the Shipment’.”

Molly didn’t like the way the title sounded, and apparently, neither did Jenna. “What the hell is that?”

Leonard ignored the demand, taking a strand of Sarah’s scarlet hair between his fingers and twiddling it lovingly. “Just what it sounds like…you’ll be his personal pet.” He turned to Molly then. “You seem to have caught the eye of Vincent’s Lieutenant.”

The sentiment sent a shudder through Molly’s shackled body. These men alone were enough to terrify her, but being the personal toy of a pervert-in-charge? The thought was purely sickening.

Jenna opened her mouth to protest, but Leonard’s reflexes proved the best of her—he snatched a wad of sable hair with one hand and slapped a meaty palm over her lips with the other. “If you have a brain behind that sexy little face of yours, girl, you best keep your mouth shut.” His words were chilling, though the tone was unmistakable: Leonard knew something about this lunatic Vincent that even in his drunken state, he was unwilling to share. Jenna’s eyes lost their rebellious luster as Leonard jerked her head, provoking her to squeal, or at least vocalize her discontent. “Come on,” he prodded, “Give me a reason to gag those pretty lips.”

Molly watched her friend stare up at her assailant, with an expression like hers must have been at the auction, when she was sold into the possession of these madmen. Leonard’s previously amiable disposition had been shed; these were the true colors of the otherwise relaxed rapist’s personality; of this Molly was certain.

Without a response from Jenna to fuel his vicious tendencies further, Leonard turned his attention to Sarah and, curiously, Molly as well. “You,” he commanded, “You’re supposed to be asleep.” Molly’s heart sank at the prospect of whatever cruelty he had in mind to bring about this circumstance—violence, chemicals, what?

But his attention turned back to Jenna. “And you, you little cunt, I have a position all planned out for you. We’re going to make art here, and your tight little pussy is gonna be a part of it.”

Leonard dismounted Sarah’s limp, naked form and scooted sideways, making no effort to prevent his engorged penis from brushing against Jenna’s face, eliciting a disgusted ugh! from the repulsed young girl. The Thing was barely contained by his boxers now, barely contained by the strained undergarment, and in the presence of three naked, bound, and gagged beautiful teenage girls, Molly doubted he would much care if the member slipped from its imprisonment.

Sure enough, as Leonard straddled Jenna’s broad, bare back, his erection popped merrily through the slit in his boxers, and if Leonard even noticed in his state, he made no effort to right his exposure. Instead he released the cuffs between Jenna’s ankles and wrists, letting her feet fall to the mattress and her knees crack gratefully as her legs straightened.

Her relief was short lived, however, as physical discomfort quickly turned to mental anguish. Grabbing her roughly by the hair, Leonard yanked Jenna’s head upward until her abdomen was perpendicular to the mattress, and then shoved her backwards. Her shoulderblades collided with the bulkhead with a resounding ‘thud!’ and her ankles, trapped beneath her bum and the weight of her body, were swiftly collected by Leonard’s relentless grip. Jenna squealed in dismay as Leonard yanked them free and forced her ankles against the edge of the mattress beside Sarah’s.

“Oh yes,” he cooed, stumbling as he reached to his pocket for the key to Jenna’s shackles, “I’ve waited all day for you.”

As though anticipating Jenna’s futile kicks, Leonard pinned her feet against the bed as soon as he released them, leaving the cuff locked securely around her left ankle. Focusing on the work at hand, he yanked her feet apart—momentarily spreading Jenna’s thighs and prompting her to close them once again—and tugged her foot to the far edge of the mattress, re-securing the free cuff to the bed’s frame. Without hesitation, he clenched her unrestrained ankle, pulling it to the edge of the mattress opposite the door, and procured a second pair of handcuffs from his pocket, using them to shackle this foot to the frame in a similar manner. The end result was lewd at best, with Jenna’s back pinned against the walls—where the two bulkheads met to form a ninety-degree angle—with her legs spread wide, causing the pungent aroma of her sex to pervade the air.

Jenna struggled to pull her knees together, but her ankles were spaced so distantly apart even the slightest degree of modesty was impossible. Between her velvet thighs, the folds of Jenna’s delicate vagina simply pleaded to be molested and fucked, an enticement that Molly doubted Leonard would be able to resist. She swallowed hard, wondering if she wouldn’t be audience to the atrocity that she assumed would soon be committed against the girl beside her.

Though after a moment of shamelessly staring between Jenna’s legs, prompting the girl’s face to turn a shade of red as deep as Sarah’s hair, Leonard crawled over to Molly and began to unshackle her as well. Maybe because of Molly’s prior reluctant servitude, Leonard offered no threats or insults as he went about his work, and for that she was grateful. Rather than give him reason to do so, Molly remained silent, even when he released the oppressive red ballgag from between her teeth.

As Leonard’s attention turned to Sarah once again, Molly retreated from the scene, sitting up straight and pushing herself toward the corner of the room with her feet until she felt the icy bulkheads pressed against her back. Leonard had seized a wad of Sarah’s divine hair and was sniffing vigorously, rubbing it across his face as she slept, so Molly used this distraction to curl up and permit herself a moment of modesty that she’d been denied since she’d first been abducted from Jenna’s home.

Molly’s retreat spurred Leonard’s penis as he glimpsed her shyness in the corner of his eye, but his focus remained on Sarah as he shuffled backwards to her feet. The knot constricting the rope about her ankles took several minutes to release, though once freed, Leonard pulled her knees apart and spread her legs lewdly apart, revealing the revoltingly ravaged folds of her poor cunt, a pitiful blend of black and blue and red, with copious deposits of semi-solid semen caked upon her tender flesh like morbid icing.

With Sarah and Jenna rendered as vulnerable as he desired, Leonard turned his attention to Molly. Evidently whatever horrific act he had in mind involved all three of the girls, though Molly hoped—with a touch of guilt—that the burden of Leonard’s drunken desires would befall Sarah. She was at least unconscious and blissfully oblivious to this present torment.

“Lucky Molly…you just get to watch. Unless,” he punctuated himself with a sinister sneer, “…unless you try to look away.”

Molly swallowed hard as Leonard elevated himself onto all fours and pulled his boxers partway down his legs, leaving them bunched at his knees, and positioned his drooling tool at the entry of Sarah’s tattered pussy. Without theatrics, he fell onto her, thrusting himself into the redheaded teen’s core, launching the head of his cock deep into the girl’s swollen passage. The sickening ‘squish!’ bore testament to the wretched blend of semen and vaginal juices that lubricated the thrust, eliciting a contented grunt from Leonard.

He left himself buried inside the girl for a moment, leering down at Sarah’s face, and then diverted his gaze quickly to Molly—ensuring that he still held the mortified woman’s attention—and then leaned over Sarah’s head, pressing his face between Jenna’s splayed thighs. The scent of the girl pristine cunt coupled with the swollen passage clamped around his cock proved far too much for Leonard to resist any longer, and he began to lap lasciviously at Jenna’s labia while gently fucking the redhead beneath his weight.

In and out, he pumped, serenaded by Jenna’s horrified squeals with the jingling handcuffs as she broke into a fit of futile writhing. Sarah’s legs were forced open as wide as the man could manage, the vile fluid that had accumulated between her thighs displaced by this new intrusive member and dribbling down the length of her asscrack.

Molly tightened herself into a trembling ball, watching this horrific sight unfurl. Despite her desperation to the contrary, she didn’t dare look away, fearing her disobedience would prompt Leonard to rape her instead. But this visage was almost too horrible to look upon. The man was pounding in and out of Sarah, though had pushed aside her head to allow himself better access to the lewdly-spread vagina before him. Jenna gasped and squealed in a combination of humiliation and embarrassment as her molester gnawed at her lips and licked hungrily at her sex, his vile breath moist and hot against the juices between her legs.

To add insult to injury, Molly could see Sarah’s head bobbing back and forth, and a dismayed frown working across her face. She squinted as she floated back to consciousness, and as her eyes focused on the hairy chest that smothered her, the realization came all too quickly. Sarah kicked her feet in a desperate attempt to dislodge her rapist from between her legs, but the tiny teen stood little chance of resisting the grown man that pinned her.

The girl’s helpless flailing quickly drew Leonard’s attention. He withdrew from Jenna’s thighs and braced himself up on the mattress with one hand while scraping at Sarah’s cheek with the other, loosing the tape and tearing it ruthlessly from her face. This brought about a scream, hoarse and rasping as it escaped her semen-coated throat, which was immediately smothered by Leonard’s lips. He gripped her hair with his mighty fingers and forced his face against hers, cutting Sarah’s scream abruptly short. His tongue was slick with Jenna’s juices, and in the throes of his drunken pleasure, Leonard forced his tongue between Sarah’s lips and smeared the feminine fluid all around the inside of her mouth in an animalistic pseudo-kiss.

The girl’s face was tiny in comparison, and with her hands bound tight behind her back and sandwiched between the mattress and their combined weight, she could only lay beneath her rapist as he chewed and licked the inside of her mouth, probing at her throat with the tip of his tongue. Sarah’s shrieks and cries of dismay, her pitiful pleas to convince Leonard to stop what he was doing, all fell short, cut down by the wrath of his lustful tongue as it slathered across her own. Molly almost sighed with relief when Leonard began pummeling into her thighs with unimaginable ferocity, indicating to she and Jenna that he’d climaxed inside Sarah with a prolonged sequence of grunts and cries of sheer pleasure delivered straight into the girl’s lungs.

As Leonard relaxed and rolled off the teenager, evidently contented by the misery he’d bestowed on her, Molly finally worked up the courage to cast a glance at the door, where she’d noticed a third onlooker arrive only moments prior. It was Greg, of course; leaning against the frame and sneering down at the despairing young redhead as she broke down into a series of sobs that wracked her chest and wrought havoc on Molly’s heart.

“Done with her?” Greg said, evidently even drunker than Leonard. “We should have a slumber party.”

Annoyed by her sobs, Leonard reached over and clapped a hand over Sarah’s mouth. His head spinning, Leonard lay face-up on the mattress, staring at the ceiling for a moment and giving Molly and Jenna a chance to glance at one another.

It wasn’t hard to gauge Jenna’s state of mind, and looking at her brought Molly closer to tears than she’d been all day. Her face was still flush with humiliation, her ankles a searing red where the handcuffs had bitten into her tender ankle-flesh while she’d instinctively sought to clamp her thighs shut while Leonard had lapped at her virginity. Without a doubt, Jenna’s wrists displayed similar throbbing indentations. She too looked to be on the verge on bawling, though neither woman was willing to give the men the satisfaction. On the other hand, they weren’t about to condemn Sarah for doing so, given the sexual abuse she’d endured throughout the evening.

“Yeah, I’m tired, fucking blitzed, and I need someone to clean this off for me,” Leonard replied, gesturing to his softening cock, which was coated with a vile mix of semen, pre-cum, and vaginal fluids. “You got anything in mind?”

Greg surveyed the quartet before him, and returned his gaze to Leonard with a devious grin. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

Molly picked up on the foreboding comment. He’d stared at her for an extra moment, glancing from her mortified eyes to her petite toes, which she promptly pushed into the downy sheets.

“You can take over,” Leonard said, removing his hand from Sarah’s mouth and permitting her a moment to gasp for breath. Molly watched nervously as Greg stepped inside the chamber and closed the door, making sure to lock it securely, and stepped close to Sarah. Upon seeing the notoriously-violent man draw near to her, Sarah squeaked in horror and attempted to push herself to the other end of the mattress, but Greg gripped her ankles and pulled her bound feet to his face, inhaling the scent of her soles deeply before dragging her onto the floor, butt-first. Sarah landed with a starling thud and squealed in protest, to which Greg paid no attention.

Throwing her onto her stomach, he reached down and grasped a wad of hair, growling a threat in her ear to shut up or those pretty little feet of hers would be tortured again, before discarding her head back down upon the carpeted floor and turning to Molly.

Greg lunged at her with seemingly violent intent, prompting her to throw her hands in front of her face to protect herself, but the feign was successful—not surprisingly, he grabbed her ankles and pulled Molly’s legs out straight before her. Rather than ravishing her feet as she predicted, however, he tossed her onto her stomach and arranged her so her body was parallel to the wall, with her head up by Leonard and her feet at the end opposite Jenna.

“Hold her,” he grumbled to Leonard, which was followed by a calloused palm clamping down on the nape of Molly’s neck, pinning her, while a second pair of hands roughly retrieved her wrists and crossed them at the small of her back. Binding women must have been a thoroughly-practiced pastime, for it took only seconds for Greg to secure Molly’s hands in place, at which point Leonard released her neck. Though her wrists were crossed behind her back, Greg bound Molly’s ankles parallel to one-another, leaving the tops of her feet and toes resting on the sheets so as to fully expose her naked, wrinkled soles.

Molly writhed on the mattress for a moment, her heart thumping maliciously in her chest. What did Greg have in mind? Did Leonard, in his drunken state, forget that Greg was a fucking psychopath? A flurry of potentialities flooded her mind’s eye, fears of being sodomized, or whipped, or simply assaulted doggy-style.

The knots proved unyielding however, and when she made an ungainly effort to glance over her shoulder, she was able to discern Greg manipulating Sarah’s body into his ideal position—and only then did it become clear what the pervert was intending.

Tragically, it was too late to do anything to prevent it—not like she could have prevented it anyway. Greg planted himself on the floor, his back against the bed, with Sarah’s head between his legs. He mandated that she bend her legs, so he could stare at her peds while she pleasured him with her oral ministrations. But Sarah’s feet were not the objects of his focus; he was more concerned with Molly’s, which he’d placed close enough to the edge of the mattress to use as a pillow.

Meanwhile, Leonard lay on his back, settling his head between Jenna’s thighs. From here he could tilt his head up and lap up the addictive juices of her pussy, all the while hold Molly’s head between his legs—

While she cleaned him.

Never before had Molly been so certain that she would throw up. While Sarah sucked Greg and Greg luxuriated in her supple feet, Leonard would fall asleep sucking the juices from between Jenna’s legs while Molly sucked him off.

While Greg’s ever-intrusive tongue probed her tender foot-flesh, poking and prodding at the crevices between her toes while inhaling the scent of her arches, Leonard gripped her head and set her face on his thigh, forcing her to stare down at his member. Sarah’s cunt had drained it only temporarily; it was flaccid and coated with an array of revolting fluids, though in anticipation of Molly’s soft, virgin mouth, it spasmed and began to grow fully erect once more.

Molly reluctantly glanced up at Leonard, but the liquor had reduced whatever sympathy the man possessed to sheer sexual desire: he simply stared down at her expectantly. “I might cum in that pretty mouth of yours, I might not. Whatever the case, if you quit sucking my dick even once tonight, I’m gonna torture you ‘til you wish you were dead.”

Molly swallowed hard and looked at Jenna. The time for resilience had long since passed, as evinced by the tears that welled in her best friend’s eyes. Only twelve hours prior, she and Jenna had been sitting at the lunch table in her High School, gossiping and giggling without a care in the world, and here they were: Jenna stripped naked and preparing to be eaten out by a stranger, Molly just as naked and preparing to give her molester a blowjob.

She grimaced, feeling Greg nibbling sadistically on her big toes, and examined the penis before her. It was a singularly grotesque sight, his pubic hair matted with the juices of countless women, the shaft itself smeared with too many fluids to recognize. Swallowing hard, Molly prepared to place her lips on that wretched Thing, when Leonard’s hand wrenched her head upward and forced her eyes to gaze into his.

“Suck…my…fucking…dick,” he commanded, clearly running out of patience. Without so much as another word, he jerked her head downward, slathering his cock across her cheek. His intent was clear enough.

Reluctantly, Molly leaned forward and poked at it with her tongue, causing his cock to jerk excitedly. She didn’t wait for Leonard’s response, instead arching her back and covering the head of his ill-used penis with her succulent young lips. The taste that met her tongue was bitterly disgusting, but she ignored the despicable taste and odor, forcing herself to lean further into his cock and taking the entirely of its mushroom-head between her lips, careful not to graze It with her teeth.

Leonard groaned in approval and leaned back, and though Molly was too distracted by her vile endeavours to venture a glimpse, she was able to gauge all-too-well by Jenna’s startled shrieks, indicative of an unwelcome tongue probing once against between her sacred pussylips.

Though now was not the time to ponder Jenna’s plight. It took every ounce of Molly’s willpower not to gag, between the awful taste of sexual assault and the pointed head’s constant attempts to stab her in the back of the throat. She barely needed to take the Thing deeper into her mouth, for she could feel it pulsating and growing longer in her mouth, provoked solely by the sensations of her dainty lips and sultry mouth upon its girth.

Molly took It as deep as she possibly could, until it nuzzled nearly the full length of her tongue, and she’d lapped the last remaining traces of Sarah’s passage from the shaft. Without the revolting sheen of rape to conceal it, the taste of Leonard’s genitals became all-too-apparent, a bland and filthy taste that seemed to suit the texture of his hardened penis.

A hand roughly gripped Molly’s hair and gently drew her head upward, availing her a moment without the man’s shaft filling the entirety of her mouth, and suddenly Leonard pushed her head back down towards his pulsating balls, before she felt the grip release. “Don’t just run your lips up and down it, you fucking bitch. Suck it like a little girl with a lollipop!”

His words were nearly smothered entirely by Jenna’s pussy, which he’d happily smothered his face with. Repulsed, Molly tightened her lips around the Thing and swallowed, allowing her saliva—tainted by Leonard’s abominable taste—to pass into her stomach, and then exhaled deeply across his balls, using the suction of her subsequent inhalation to pleasure the depraved rapist.

And that was how Molly spent the remainder of the night: her head bobbing up and down on his incessantly erect penis, the shock of being violated so atrociously quickly numbing her lips to escape the shame of being forced to pleasure this older man. After a while of mauling her delicate feet, Molly felt Greg’s face come to rest against her soles, relishing the scent of succulent teenage toes as he fell asleep. She couldn’t tell exactly when he went asleep, as she was certain he was simply luxuriating in the aroma of her peds for a while. But she could hear Sarah slurping away, more than likely afraid that if she were caught refusing to pleasure the man, he would torture her again.

Eventually, Leonard ceased to from Jenna’s cunt and dozed off. She was uncertain at first, gradually refraining from sucking his cock, until finally it was simply sitting in her mouth. Only then did she permit the tears to flow, and even at that point she was terrified of releasing Leonard’s penis—suppose he should wake up, and find her mouth not wrapped around his softened girth? So while Molly cried, she allowed the Thing to go limp between her lips, and didn’t doubt for a moment that she would sleep through the night with It nestled snugly between her lips.

Some time later—half and hour perhaps—she ventured a glance at Jenna, finding her sleeping uneasily against the corner of the room, her face still damp with the tears she’d shed. She couldn’t turn her head enough to look at Sarah or Greg, but she couldn’t hear the girl sucking his cock any longer—more than likely, Sarah had gone to sleep on the floor, Greg’s penis securely settled between her lips, as Molly planned to do.

Another half hour passed. By now, Molly was certain that her companion-captives were unconscious, and for this she was glad—they were able to escape this misery for a few fleeting hours, at least. The same could be said of her captors, the alcohol having knocked them out cold. Against her toes, the bristles of Greg’s stubbly beard, like a million tiny pinpricks tempting her into withdrawing her feet from beneath the man’s face. Against the side of her face, Leonard’s navel, accosting her cheek and eyelids with a collection of twisted navel-hairs, sticky with his sweat.

What had she been earlier that day…? Just a Junior in a High School, talking and laughing with her friends. Had Greg and Leonard been watching her there, too? What about her teachers—had any of them been in on this stomach-churning conspiracy? How many people believed that Vincent needed to be collecting these—what had Leonard called them?—Valkyries? Who else was so obsessed with her body, her feet, her virginity, that they were willing to take part in her abduction?

What was she know? A seventeen-year-old with a stranger’s penis in her mouth. She couldn’t judge Leonard’s age—he could’ve been anywhere between his late-twenties to early-forties, or maybe even older. What a life it must be, for middle-aged men to be collecting little girls and forcing them to serve their every sickening desire.

Molly felt the searing anger welling up in her chest, the fury at Leonard and Greg and Clark and Vincent—everyone—that deemed her worthy of this sort of treatment. Why couldn’t they just have left her alone, found some other town—some other state—to prey upon?

But that anger turned to tears, as Molly tested the ropes that bound her wrists. At the moment, they were somewhat comfortable, as they weren’t cutting off her circulation. Though as she pulled at them, they became gradually tighter, prompting her to refrain from fighting. The knots were meant to speak only one meaning: you belong to these men, and even if they’re incapable of restraining you, I’ll keep you right here in place for when they awake.

As the tears dribbled down her cheeks, Molly watched them running onto Leonard’s cock, inhaling his flesh when she felt the man stir beneath her. Feeling as though he might wake up, Molly sucked her salty tears from the length of his shaft, lest he notice her dismay—and seek, perhaps, to perpetuate it.

But, he didn’t awaken, leaving Molly to rest her head against his stomach, sucking gently on his penis like a pacifier, wishing they’d simply left the ballgag in place instead.