by Dani René
Molly didn’t understand how time kept jumping ahead; one minute she was pleasing Riley and the next there were shouts from orderlies in the garden who had just busted them in the act with Michael.
Suddenly there was pain and Molly was being dragged, naked, through the institute and down the stairs. The only thing she could think of that was down there was solitary confinement. She tried to ask what was happening, she could hear someone yelling behind her, and she almost recognized the voice before she was tossed in a room, clothes tossed at her and the door shut.
She dressed slowly, as though moving through thick muck. Everything felt like an effort, everything felt heavy. She wanted to throw up, but at the same time didn’t want to lose the taste of Riley on her tongue. She could still feel that hot thick cock inside her, as though James were there mounting her.
It all turned black.
When Molly came to her senses, the light was so bright she thought she was being blinded. She squinted to make out a hazy figure standing in front of her. As she managed to wake up properly, she realized she was back in a straightjacket and was propped up against a wall with Lizzie kneeling in front of her. Before any words could leave Molly’s mouth, Lizzie had backhanded her, dazing her.
“How fucking dare you,” Lizzie hissed. “How dare you,” she screamed.
“Lizzie…” Molly started to say, but she was struck again in the face.
“Shut it! I brought you to an elite institution for treatment, and this is the thanks I get? You fuck orderlies and patients now? I’d be surprised if Dr. Manning wants to treat you at all.” Her sister stood up and Molly slowly raised her head to look up at her. “He’s coming down to interview you in the morning to find out exactly what happened, and you had better be honest with him,” Lizzie threatened her.
“You have no idea what I’m dealing with, the things I am trying to do to be cured,” Molly said, fighting back tears of shame and anger.
“I doubt Dr. Manning told you to fuck the staff and patients,” Lizzie spat. Molly had never heard her sister so angry with her, never heard her use curse words like that before. Her sister was always the sweet, kind one, so to hear her like this, Molly knew she had seriously disappointed Lizzie.
Lizzie knelt down once more and said, “I will not have a whore for a sister. You take your medicine when I say so, you get sedated when I say so. You do what I say or so help me I’ll have you chucked out of here. Do you understand?”
The tears flowed freely down Molly’s cheeks as she nodded slowly. “I understand,” she choked out, watching Lizzie leave the room, shutting the door behind her.
Chapter 3
“Just help me understand what happened, I’m not mad,” James said to Molly as he sat beside her on the floor of her cell. The padded room was doing little to ease her discomfort, she wanted out of the jacket, but James had said he had to first evaluate her before he could make that decision. She wriggled and writhed in the jacket, moaning loudly with discomfort.
“Molly, just explain to me what happened, help me understand, and then we can see about getting you out of here and back to normal.”
Molly settled down and sighed, “You were right, about what I am. I’m a deviant, and I just needed to see it.”
“To see what?” James asked her, jotting down notes.
“To see if you were right,” Molly explained. “I needed to see if I was…if I was that way inclined, and I don’t know if it’s my medication or what but I was so…I was so aroused. Now, I just feel terrible because I cheated on you.”
“Don’t,” James said looking at her sternly, “I know you have feelings for me and that these…let’s call them episodes, these episodes are only a side effect of your condition. I don’t prescribe you anything that would increase your arousal, so I wouldn’t worry.”
Molly squirmed again. “Can I get out the jacket now?”
“Soon, Molly, I promise,” James assured her.
Molly looked up at him and tears were evident in her eyes. “Please, I’ll be good I promise.”
“I know you’re going to do your best; I’ll see what I can do, okay? I’m going to give you something to help you rest for now, to while away the time as well, and then before you know it you’ll be out and about again, okay?”
“Okay.” Molly looked away from him, squirming slightly.
James got up and left the white room for but a moment, returning promptly with a syringe in his hand. “Turn over,” he said.
Molly turned onto her side and he pulled her pants down to reveal her bare cheek; he quickly inserted the needle and squeezed the plunger before pulling the needle out and pulling her pants back up. Molly’s eyes immediately fluttered, and James helped her up and on to the padded bed in the corner.
Molly smiled up at him before passing out and starting to snore lightly. James stroked her hair softly, moving it out of her face, before he left the room and shut the door.
She’s running through the house, the house that she knows. She takes a moment to breathe, her heart beating hard against her chest, and she remembers that this is where she grew up. This was their family home where she, and Lizzie, and Daddy lived together. She remembered it now, but she couldn’t remember why she was running or what she was running from.
“I’m going to get you,” a deep voice echoed through the house, and Molly felt instant fear and loathing. She started running down the hallway, but it never seemed to end; she tried opening doors along the way, but she couldn’t find one that would open.
She was running out of breath and she had a stitch in her side from all the running, but she pressed on, scared of what would happen if he got her, whoever he was.
Daddy.
It was daddy she was running from. Why would she be afraid of her father? She stopped dead in her tracks and despite the overwhelming fear that she felt, she slowly turned on the spot to see his silhouette filling the hallway.
“There you are, darling,” he said. “Come, Daddy wants to show you something special.”
She reached out and took his hand, letting him lead her back down the hallway towards an open door with a light shining through. She briefly wondered where Lizzie was when suddenly she was standing in her old bedroom, but Daddy was still nothing more than a silhouette. He was sitting on her bed and he placed a hand on the sheet next to him. “Come sit so Daddy can see your pretty face.”
All too suddenly a rush of memories came to Molly and she sat up, gasping for air, realizing what had happened.
Daddy had raped her.
“I need to see Dr. Manning,” she called through the door. “It’s really important.”
“Go back to sleep, Molly, you’ll be released in the morning,” a tired orderly called through the door. “And you’ll wake everyone else up.”
“But it’s important,” Molly begged him.
“And I told you, he isn’t here. He’s gone for the evening and you can request to see him when you are released in the morning, okay?”
Molly went back to the padded bed and laid down uncomfortably, wondering how on earth she was supposed to sleep with this revelation. It explained everything, her mental illness, her need for sex. Everything linked back to that traumatic childhood incident that she had somehow blocked out. She didn’t understand how she could forget that something like that had ever happened to her. She needed to tell James about it.
She tried to stay awake for as long as she could, fearful now that the nightmares would return, but in the end, exhaustion won out and she was treated to a dreamless sleep.
Escorted to her room in the morning by an orderly and left there to wait for Lizzie to bring her medicine, Molly’s body ached from being restrained in the jacket for so long. She hated that thing, but she couldn’t fault James for not being able to get her out sooner. It was her own fault that she was in solitary confinement to begin with and a part of her, the part that wasn’t stiff and sore, felt thrilled at the thought of doing it again. And again. And again. It was
as though they had unlocked some sort of craven beast inside of her. She sat on her bed and tried not to think about it. Now, in the early hours of the morning she felt more clear-headed, but the beast was there, gnawing at her. Her leg started to bounce, and she felt antsy, as though she couldn’t sit still. She shivered slightly and she had this nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The door opened and a new nurse came in, a male nurse, his nametag read Richie. Molly gave him a smile and he smiled right back.
“Hi, Miss Molly,” he said, stopping the trolley just inside the doorway. “Are you ready for your medicine? How are you feeling?”
Molly gave him a small smile. “I’m feeling better, thank you, and yes, but where’s Lizzie?” Molly was worried her sister was so angry with her she wouldn’t even see her and that’s the last thing Molly wanted.
“She’s off ill with the flu, she’s struggling to kick it. It’s just one day though,” he explained, handing over her medicine. Molly swallowed the tablets and smiled, feeling a warmth spread throughout her body instantly. Her leg stopped bouncing and she stopped feeling nauseous; it was as though her medication immediately set her at ease. Well, she figured, that was what it was supposed to do.
The warmth, however, continued to spread and she felt a bit flustered and hot. Too hot. She tugged at her shirt uncomfortably as Richie packed up the cart to go to the next room. He noticed her tugging her shirt and stopped. “You okay, Miss Molly?”
“It’s so hot, I’m so hot,” she gasped out, suddenly pulling her shirt off and exposing her breasts to Richie.
“Miss Molly,” he warned her, “You’re not allowed…”
“I’m just so hot,” Molly said laying back against her cool sheets and pushing down at her pants. “Please, I think I have a fever.”
Richie came over to her as she got her pants to her ankles and spread her legs, arching her back as the cool sheet caressed her skin.
“Miss Molly, you should get dressed,” he warned her. “You’ll get in trouble for this behavior.”
“Only if you tell someone,” she moaned out, reaching between her legs and touching herself, already getting wet as her arousal increased. Richie’s eyes widened.
“I should get someone,” he said but didn’t move from the spot. Molly opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked up at him.
“Please make me feel better?” she groaned. “I know you want to and I won’t tell anyone.”
Richie licked his lips and nodded, pushing his pants and underwear down to reveal his hard on. He bit his lip and stroked himself a few times before saying, “I don’t want you going bat shit crazy on me.”
“Tie me up and fuck me,” Molly whimpered. “I don’t care.”
Richie licked his lips again and quickly moved to her head where he tied her up in restraints, then he moved to her feet and did the same thing before climbing onto the bed and positioning himself, pushing into her with a low groan.
It was quicker than Molly wanted and dirty, with Richie’s fat sweaty body rubbing against her hard as he moved. When he was climaxing, not caring how far she was, he pulled out and pumped his thick cock in his hand, spewing his seed on her belly. He got up and got dressed, undoing the restraints and leaving without a backwards glance or another word.
Molly got up and got dressed as well, feeling unsatisfied. There was a knock at the door and Molly got excited when a female orderly walked in and announced it was shower time. Molly grabbed the things she needed and went to wash the semen from her body. There was no one else in the shower, so Molly played with herself until she sank to her knees in orgasmic bliss.
She thought, having satisfied herself, she would be fine now, but her leg was twitching again, and she felt uneasy and anxious. She finished washing off, brushed her teeth, and brushed out her hair before getting dressed. Still there was no one else in the shower room with her; she wondered why for a brief moment, but was distracted when the female orderly opened the door and hurried her along, as she had a session with James. Feeling a small sense of relief amongst the anxiety, Molly quickly followed her out and down the corridor towards James’ office.
A quick knock on the door and James told her to enter. She smiled at the female orderly who waited outside as Molly entered the room. James was sitting at his desk going over a file and asked Molly to sit at the window. “I’ll be with you shortly,” he added.
Molly went and sat down, her leg bouncing lightly. Even though she had just showered she felt greasy and gross, as though she hadn’t showered for days. It was the strangest sensation because she could have sworn that she also smelled bad. She shook her head and hugged herself, rocking slightly.
James came over and saw her rocking and asked, “Are you okay, Molly?”
“It’s like I’m cold but I’m not, I just feel…weird,” Molly whispered.
“Tell me about it,” James encouraged her, sitting in his seat with his book and pen in hand.
“I just…it’s like I’m anxious but I have no reason to be. I’ve got the chills but it’s not cold. I just showered but I feel like I haven’t. Am I going crazy, James?” she asked, looking up at him.
“No, you’re just adjusting to your medication, my darling,” he murmured. “How was the rest of your night in solitary? Did you get enough rest?”
The dreams came flooding back to Molly and she almost bounced out of her seat in excitement. “I have memories I don’t remember having,” she gushed out quickly.
“Sorry?” James asked.
“I…I remembered something that happened to me, stuff I had totally forgotten about, that happened when I was a child. Is it possible to just forget things like that?” she asked.
“Sometimes our brain blocks out trauma from our past until we’re ready to deal with it,” James said, “Generally it’s trauma though, we normally remember the good things that happened. What did you remember?”
“My father, he…he molested me when I was a child,” Molly said quietly. “I don’t think he did it to Lizzie, it was just me in the room, but it was also weird, like I was having an out of body experience. Like I was watching it happen to me rather than experiencing it. Does that make sense?”
“Go on,” James said, jotting notes down quickly.
“I don’t…I don’t know what else to say…”
“Tell me what you remember,” James said, looking up at her perched on her seat. “Tell me what you remember him doing to you?”
“I, I remember,” Molly began, “I remember that it was like a game of cat and mouse. I would run through the house while he called out for me to come to him, but eventually, I would run out of places to run to and he would lead me back to my bedroom.” Molly could see the scenes playing out in front of her while she described them to James. “He started innocuously at first. Kissing my belly and my legs and asking me to kiss him. Then he would lick me, and he would say that special girls kiss with their tongue…” Molly burst into tears suddenly and shook her head. “I can’t…I don’t want to…”
“We need to address this Molly, this is key to your recovery,” James said gently, reaching out to place a hand on her knee.
Molly smacked his hand away and shook her head. “No, you don’t need to know the details. He molested and raped me, that’s the traumatic part and I remember now, it went on for months. Months until both my parents died, and Lizzie and I were left on our own. And she started to take care of me when I got sick.”
“So you could say you started to get sick around that time? Around the time this ended? Because as a child you thought it was normal to please adults sexually, but with your father passing, you weren’t able to. Perhaps you approached other adults and tried to please them, and they rejected you?”
Molly started to cry harder and nodded. “Everyone rejected me, no one wanted to take me in because I was so sick all the time, and the only person who cared about me was Lizzie.”
James got up and hugged Molly to his chest, stroking her hair gently. “T
here, there, Molly, let it all out.”
Molly sobbed into his chest, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly until she managed to calm down to a whimpering mess instead of a blubbering one.
“This is why,” she breathed out, “This is why I want everyone to like me. I like it when the orderlies touch me and seduce me and want to have me. It’s like, something inside of me has been woken up from a long slumber and now, I can’t control it.”
“That’s okay, Molly, what happened in the gardens…” James started to say, but Molly shook her head.
“I did it again this morning, please, please don’t be mad at me, James.” Tears started to trickle down her face once more. “Please, I just…I was so hot, and I needed satisfaction. Please, I didn’t mean to. But you weren’t there, I’d rather have you, but you said I have to get better first, and I need…I need something to satiate my needs until we can be together. If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find others that will because I need to be fulfilled.”
James looked down at her, and for a moment she could have sworn anger flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced with repulsion.
“You had sex with another orderly?” James asked, stepping back. He looked upset and hurt, and Molly felt as though her insides had turned ice cold.
“Please, I’m so sorry,” Molly begged, sliding off the window seat and approaching him, but he took a step back. “Please don’t hate me, please…I’ll do anything,” she said, sinking to her knees in front of him. “Anything to get better. Anything you want to try; I’ll do it, James. I want only you; I want to get better so that all I want is you, all the time. Please.” She lowered her head and sobbed into her hands.
James let her cry for a moment before saying, “Well, there is something we can try.”
