Molly's eyes widened as yet more hot semen shot down her young throat. She closed her eyes in relief, even as more tears welled up. Then she heard the judge. Teary eyed, she turned towards him pleadingly. "Your Honor, I wanted to go to church. I was trying to reform. These men raped me. The new law doesn't cancel out the old rape laws, does it? They're still on the books."

As Molly was pulled from the car and her hands cuffed behind her back, she continued arguing. "A right to a trial is in the Constitution. A law can't erase that. Come on, guys. This is ... you got what you wanted. This is enough. Just let me leave. I'll go away and never bother your town again."

So she stood there, her mouth, still free, arguing against her condition. There was a little drip of cum running down her chin as she spoke. Her make-up was runny and her eyes were red. Her breasts were thrust forward slightly by the handcuffs, although not so much as real bondage would have done. Her skirt was rumpled where it had been pulled up for hands to roughly handle her through her panties. Even as she tried to argue, the reality of the situation started to sink in. All the old ladies, the horny boys, the disrespectful men, the jilted dates, the jealous local girls, they would all get to do to her whatever they wished and no power could protect her.