Molly had run away from home at the age of 13, due to abuse from her father and now at 15 years of age was a hardened street wise girl. She also spent as much time as she could with women having a deep distrust of men.

She was selling the 'Big Issue' in Hampshire and found herself dragging her tired feet along the pavement. Her eyes were downcast as she leant against a shop window and rubbed her aching feet. The soles of her shoes badly scuffed and worn and constantly letting in water. She was so glad it wasn't raining today.

As she straightened up, she dropped on of the magazines onto the floor and one of them fell open at the classified section. Her eyes were drawn to a piece: 'Babysitter Wanted'.

Molly loved children and always wanted to work with them, but as she had dropped out of school because of the abuse from her father, she had not obtained the correct education and therefore her chances of doing what she wanted so badly had been taken from her.

She tried to sell the first copy of the Big Issue to get the money she needed to make the phone call. People hurried by and looked the other way. Finally a little old lady dropped £1.50 into her hand and took a copy. She smiled and walked away.

Molly smiled back and took the money tight in the palm of her hand and made her way down the street to a nearby phone box.

She dialed the number and pushed the coin into the box.

"Hello, may I speak to Mark, please?" she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mark speaking" came the reply.

"I am calling about the job you have advertised for a babysitter" she said

"Oh, would you like to come round in about an hour or two?" said Mark

"Yes that would be fine" said Molly, looking down at her scuffed shoes and biting her lip.

With the appointment made, Molly made her way to a small chemist and shop lifted some make up and a comb and actually made it out undetected by the security cameras.

She made her way to the local pub, walked into the ladies and washed her face and hands and combed her long blonde hair. She applied her lipstick and smiled at herself.

She left a few moments later and walked into a boutique and hunted for a decent dress. She couldn't pay for it with the money she had but she promised herself she would buy something decent with her first wages.

The position was a live-in position and if she could get that job her worries would be over. A place to live with money would see her troubles over and this was her chance!

Molly picked up a nice neat black dress and held it up to herself. It was perfect for the interview. She picked up two dresses identical and walked over to the changing room and removed her tatty jeans and slipped the dress on. It was indeed perfect.

She folded the other dress up and hid it inside her coat making sure to remove any tags. She walked out of the changing room and hung the dress back up on the hanger and walked out of the shop. She had done it!

She then walked around the corner to Burger King and walked into the toilets and changed into the dress. She had no underwear to speak of, but she didn't think it mattered at that point, but her shoes let her down badly.

She put her jeans and jumper into a plastic bag and dumped them into a bin and walked back into the street.

She walked past a second hand shop and walked inside and went over to the shoe rack and started to try on various pairs but nothing really fitted her. There was a pair of diamante sandals. A bit too much for an interview, but as they fitted she kept them on and put her battered shoes onto the rack in place of the sandals and walked out of the shop, but the assistant spotted what she had done and gave chase.

Molly ran and ran until she lost the assistant down a back alley and then she walked in the opposite direction.

It wasn't long before she came across the big house and walked up to the front door.

She looked at her reflection in the window and smoothed her hair down.

Mark opened the door and looked at Molly. Her petite frame of 5ft was no match for this 6ft6 of a man. It made Molly feel really small. She looked up at this towering broad shouldered man and nervously smiled.

"Hello my name is...?" Mark interrupted her,

"Molly, yes?"

"Yes" she replied

"Ok, come inside" he said and held the door open for her. He eyed her up as she nervously walked past him.

"Come into the sitting room" he said, with a beaming smile. She walked in and sat down on the large leather sofa. Mark followed her into the room. Molly pulled her dress down to cover her legs as Mark sat opposite her.

"How old are you, Molly?" he said,

"15" she replied.

"15!!! Have you got any experience?"

"Yes, I looked after my younger brothers and sister"

"How old are they, then?"

"My brothers are 3 and 4 and my sister is 6" she replied hoping he wouldn't notice her lying!

"Have you any references?"

"Well no, not really, but if you give me a chance I will prove to you that I am good with kids"

"Well, I am all for giving people a chance" he said, as he got up from the sofa. Molly noticed that there were no kid's pictures on the walls, and no toys lying around the room. She got up and followed Mark, but her dress had somehow ridden up and Mark noticed she was wearing no pants under her dress.

Mark smiled and said,

"I have written out all the various things I want you to do for the kids, meals, school and bedtimes etc so just acquaint yourself with that, and I will show you up to your room, providing you want the job?. He handed her a couple of pieces of paper, which Molly took.

"Where are the children?" she asked,

"They are with their Grandmother. I wanted them out of the way before you came" he said. Molly wondered why, but didn't say a word.

They got to the top of the stairs and turned into an airy light room

"Where are the kid's toys?" she persisted,

"I tidied up before you came" said Mark, lying through his teeth. "Here we go" he continued, walking towards the wardrobe and opening it. Trying to put Molly off the scent.

Molly noticed a washing area and smiled to herself.

"You will have plenty of room for your clothes, I am sure you have a lot" he said also smiling.

Molly nervously looked at the floor and gave a wry grin.

"I don't really have many clothes" she said, going slightly red.

"No worries" said Mark, "You will be able to get some nice clothes on the salary I will be paying you".

Molly smiled at Mark and looked around the room. She couldn't believe it! A room to herself! She had been used to sleeping in shop doorways and subways.

"Do you want the position then?" said Mark, raising his eyebrows at Molly.

"Oh yes, please! I would love it" she said, gratefully.

"Can you start next week?"

"Yes, of course" was her eager reply. Molly walked out of the house and felt as if her Christmas's had come at once!

Mark had no children. He came up with the idea of luring a young girl to the house and that seemed like a good way of doing it, but he wished he had thought it through better and put his sisters kids photo's on the walls and borrowed a few of their toys. The Saturday before Molly arrived he had bought some photo frames and put pictures of his niece and nephew in them and went to the second hand shop and bought a few teddy bears and dolls etc, to set the scene.

Monday came around and Molly left her street world behind and walked up the steps to the house once again.

She wore the same dress and shoes as she had done at the interview. She had nothing else to her name.

Mark opened the door and noticed her attire immediately but made no comment.

"I was going to take your bags upstairs for you but you don't seem to have any" he said,

"No I don't!" she said. Mark showed her up to the bedroom saying,

"Make yourself at home" and shut the door behind him.

Molly sat on the bed and bounced on it a little. It was comfy! She removed her dress and shoes and walked into the shower and turned on the water. Hot water poured out of the shower head and she reveled in its delights.

Mark heard the shower running, as he listened through the door and carefully turned the handle.

He stood inside the room and saw Molly's outline in the shower cubicle and moved closer, he saw the dress on the bed and her shoes by the side of it, but no underwear to speak of.

Molly walked out of the shower and pulled a large white towel around her. Her wet hair about her shoulders. She rubbed her hair vigorously with a smaller towel and stood at the mirror. She stopped and pondered why she seen the kids yet.

Mark made his way to the bathroom door and stood there looking at Molly who was, for a time, unaware of his presence. She went to comb her hair and rubbed the mirror with the back of her hand to remove the condensation. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mark standing there.

Molly gasped and held the towel firmly around her. Mark smiled!

"Would you like a hand?" he said, moving closer to her.

Molly shook her head and started to walk backwards, Mark moved closer and grabbed hold of the girl's arms,

"You little prick teaser, you weren't wearing any pants for the interview were you?" he said, as a glazed look came over his face.

"That's because I had no underwear!" said Molly staring up at him.

"Don't give me that, you are begging for my cock down your throat aren't you? he said, moving his hand to the bulge in his jeans.

"No! NO! I am not!!! she screamed, "where are your kids?" she said, angrily;

"My kids? I don't have any fucking kids!!! I am a paedophile, a child molester!!" he said, laughing.

The realistation of the situation she had got herself into was beginning to dawn on her as she meekly asked,

"You are not gonna hurt me, are you?"

"You are begging to be used aren't you, slut" his voice was deep and it scared her".

Molly clasped the towel more firmly around her shapely body and tried to run past Mark but he caught her with one hand and held her firmly in his grasp.

"Going somewhere little girl?" he remarked.

Molly struggled and struggled but she couldn't free herself from his vice like grip. He dragged her into the bedroom and forced her onto the bed, and stripped the towel from her leaving her naked and exposed to him.

She tried to kick him but had her legs held firmly and tied to the bed in a spread eagled position. He placed a piece of tape over her mouth until he had secured her wrists and then he started to remove his trousers. Molly stared terrified.

She did have prior sexual contact in the past; When she was 9 she was coerced into joining an older women in a public restroom and did end up touching the female plus, although this led on to being abused by her father, he never raped her or even penetrated her. He just hit her and touched her. She had also managed to stay away from all the pimps so her virginity had remained intact, until now.

Mark pulled his jeans off and got on top of Molly. He started to kiss her through the tape and then moved his attentions down to her breasts which were heaving with terror beneath him.

Mark pushed his hand down to his large throbbing cock and took it in his hand and with one push forced it into Molly's cunt. Molly tried to scream but the tape was secure and tears started streaming down her face.

"There, there, come to Daddy, Daddy will make it all better" he said. He stroked her hair, whilst forcing his cock further and further into her. Molly lay there spread eagled squirming and wriggling beneath Mark, but of course his large frame held her down on the bed with ease.

"You're Daddy's little fuck toy aren't you?" he said, kissing her forehead.

He carried on pumping his hard cock in and out of her tender little hole until finally Mark shot his fiery load into her. He collapsed on top of Molly sweating and groaning.

When he finally regained his composure, he pulled out of Molly only to see blood on the sheets and streaks of red on his cock.

"My God, you were a virgin" he said, looking surprised. "I think you need stretching a bit don't you?".

Molly had no idea what he meant by 'stretching', until she felt his fingers enter her. His cum had made her entry hole slippery and so his fingers slid into her nicely.

"Does Daddy's girl, want a nice treat huh?" he said, moving his fingers into her with more force.

Molly shook her head violently and tried to scream through the tape. Mark leaned in close and kissed her through the tape again.

"Such a sweet little fuck, aren't you?" he said, kissing her nose and then moving down to her pert little tits. He nibbled her nipples and circled them with his hot tongue, whilst still forcing his fingers into her.

"I have four fingers in your cunt now" he said looking surprised, considering she was a virgin.

Molly's face was contorted in pain and she was pulling hard on the ropes that bound her to the bed.

"Now 5, wow". Mark was amazed at how his fingers were now fully inside Molly's cunt and he pushed his hand in further whilst watching the girl's face contort at their penetration and shocking loss of her innocence.

The onslaught lasted a good 20 minutes and Molly was tired and sore from the attention. Mark could see the girl was indeed scared, shaken and tired, so he began to remove his fingers from her cunt very slowly until his hand was free.

He walked over to the bathroom and washed his hands. This gave Molly some time to try and get her thoughts together.

10 minutes later he returned and his cock was hard again. He walked around the bed and peeled the tape from her red lips.

"Please let me go. I won't say anything to anyone" she begged.

"Shhh Daddy's little fuck toy. It's ok!" he said as he started to rub his cock, which was growing by the inch again.

He stood up towering above Molly and produced a ring gag and placed it around the girl's head forcing her mouth open.

"There we go. Are we all ready for Daddy?" he said, pushing his hard throbbing member into her tiny mouth.

He pushed the whole length into her mouth in and out, in and out. Molly had never ever known anything like it before.

Finally Mark came again, right down the girl's throat. Molly had no option but to swallow.

"Good little girl" he said, smiling at her and removing the ring gag from her head.

"Why?" she said, crying openly, with tears streaming down her pretty little face,

"Because you wanted it, needed it even" he said, sitting on the bed and releasing her hands and feet from their binds.

"I needed a little girl to call my own" he said, kissing her hair.

She curled up in a little ball on the bed still crying. Mark ran his hands over her back and stroked her hair, rocking her gently.

"Molly, you are going to be a good little girl, aren't you and do as you are told" he said.

Molly looked up from the bed and saw the darkness in his eyes and knew she couldn't resist him.

She nodded her head!

"Ok, you call me Daddy from now on, do you understand?" he encouraged her.

"Yes, Daddy" she said, as he pulled her into his lap.

"Good girl" he smirked!

A week passed and Mark continued to turn his attentions to Molly each evening.

He took her out and had some PVC and rubber wear made for her to wear for him when he was forcing his attentions onto her. She looked so damn hot in rubber that moulded itself to her body, outlining her trim figure.

Molly loved wearing the PVC and rubber and helped in choosing some really nice outfits, which pleased Mark enormously.

After 3 months Mark decided he wanted a sister for Molly and put his advert in the paper again. Within a few weeks another girl by the name of Lisa applied. She was 16 and had dark hair.

Mark interviewed her and made out that Molly was his daughter. Once Lisa started at the house as babysitter, Mark walked into her room as Molly stood on the landing, knowing what was about to happen. She heard the cries from Lisa and closed her eyes, but knew she could never leave him.

Mark moulded his two little girls into the sluts he wanted. Both of them played with themselves whilst he watched, rubbing his hard cock and in turn forcing it down their tender little throats. He was pleased with their progress and noted that he no longer had to use the ring gag with Molly. She took him readily, clad in a rubber corset and high heels. Lisa wore a PVC corset with heels and stockings. The girls regularly dressed to please their Daddy Dom.

Mark clicked his fingers and each girl presented themselves in front of him legs apart whilst he maneuvered his fingers in and out of their wet cunts and then they had to service each other in front of him whilst he rubbed his cock and then shot his load down the girls throats in turn.

Molly had learned to accept another girl because it pleased her Daddy but found herself fancying Lisa more and more. One evening Mark had left his girls to do some work on the other side of town. Molly and Lisa sat in the living room and looked at a mazagine, that showed lots of rubber and PVC as well as sex aids and this had sparked Molly off.

She asked Lisa if she had ever properly kissed another girl before, and Lisa shook her head.

"Want to try?" she said, leaning forward.

Lisa smiled and leant over to Molly. Their lips touched and immediately there was a spark between them. Their tongues entwined into a long and drawn out kiss that lasted a passionate 20 minutes. Molly pulled at the top Lisa had on and removed it, taking Lisa's nipples in her fingers and playing with it tenderly.

Lisa groaned with pleasure of another girls' touch and found her hand wandering to Molly's nipple which was underneath the rubber top she had on.

They both fell down onto the leather sofa locked into each others embrace. Molly tugged at Lisa's little pert nipples and teased them with her fingers. This made Lisa moan in delight. She then pushed her hand to Lisa's fiery little cunt and slid her fingers inside her, was she hot. Lisa pushed into her hand and rocked gently at the intrusion.

The girls' passion had lost them in a world of extreme fire as they kissed each other more roughly and the passion flowed through their bodies. Lisa finally moved down onto Molly and licked her pussy with fiery passion and Molly grabbed a handful of her hair and screeched with pleasure.

They were now rolling about in the throws of passion when Mark walked into the room.

He smiled at the scene that greeted him.

Mark had his girls' well trained and willing to serve him.

He decided it was time to collar them both and had their collars welded to their necks.

Both girls started to love their new position in the household. Mark made them both sign contracts outlining their role in the house and said that if they tried to leave the house he would blackmail them with the photographs he took of them in compromising positions. This always kept the girls in their place.

But somehow, a life of forced sex at the hands of Mark was appealing to both young girls and neither of them wanted to leave his company.

Many a night they fought over who was going to take Mark's cum down their throat, but usually he fucked one and let the other girl have his cum down her throat as a special treat from Daddy, in return for their obedience.

It was a situation that had worked out well and to the satisfaction of the three of them. As Molly was lited as a missing person still and now miles away from her hometown, her Mother didn't really search for her anymore, just hoping she would be found safe and sound one day. She stayed with Mark for another year. Lisa stayed with him for years and became a very deviant couple. Molly, now 15 left the household to go back on the street. Lisa had become his favourite. It was wonderful for a while, they were a team but one day she woke up and wanted out.

Molly contemplated going home to her Mother but there was a lot of water under the bridge. She was sure that her Mother had turned her back on the sexual abuse she had suffered from the age of 13. She reminiced about her first sexual contact. A naive evening at a railway station with her Mother. Little did her Mother know what happened to her that night. And it took place 4 years earlier when Molly was 9 years old. She never told her Mother or anyone but now as she was deciding whether or not to return home the thoughts of the evening at the Station resurfaced.

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