Molly screamed as her tight womanhood, moist from where her thighs were sweaty with fear and exertion but most decidedly not aroused by the prospect of her upcoming violent rape. She blubbered a little as she was forced onto him, hands tugging at her cuffs even as she sobbed. Her legs stamped on the floor in protest and misery. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. You're really fucking raping me..." she cursed in pain as she sat on his hard cock.

Molly tried as hard as she could to stand and get his cock out of her. It hurt and the only thing she could even think about was how much she wanted the pain and violation to just stop. It was even worse than when the deputies had forced her to suck them off. "Please, I'll do anything if you'll get your cock out of me. What is it you want from me?" She wailed.

Of course, the effect might not have been exactly what she wanted. As she tried with all her strength to pull away, she moved her body up over his cock in a way that might stimulate it more than just sitting on it. Still, if he thought that he was pleasuring her against her will or unleashing her inner slut, he was soon aware of his mistake. It was obvious there was no level on which this was anything but absolute horror for Molly.