Molly smirked ever so slightly, even as her naked body leaned against the car. Her breasts were flattened slightly against its smooth surface and her long legs stretched down to her increasingly dirty feet. She jumped a little as she was jerked off the car. She lowered those brown eyes as her car was driven away. She had nothing left now. A single tear rolled down her cheek. As odd as it was to think of specific possessions, she couldn't get her mind off this blouse or that pair of panties or her television or her diary or her lucky shirt or her favorite pen. "Why do you have to destroy it?" she asked. "It's still perfectly good."

She then added what she thought was a good point. "If I'm property, rules on prisoners don't apply. You could let me ride unbound as easily as you could a dog or a cat."