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Molly was all set to take Sherlock in her mouth as she did John, when the logical side of her brain kicked in asking, 'Molly what are you doing?'

Sherlock watched as Molly grew pensive and knew her conscience was breaking through. He could wait so he made no move towards her but let her decide what to do next.

John had sat on the toilet watching the event unfold while trying to calm his heart rate after his spectacular orgasm.

Molly licked her suddenly dry lips; Sherlock's grey eyes glittered with interest briefly, "Does this make me a whore?" John's head snapped up and Sherlock practically glowered at her, "I mean for giving in so easily? Not that I didn't enjoy making John boneless but that's what is upsetting me! Shouldn't I be more upset that I've given in?," She added with a quivering note in her voice.

"Molly, who has put us here? Who has stripped us of our clothes?" Sherlock demanded, "Mr Moran is holding us here and has told us that if we want items we need to perform for him. That is all! That most certainly does not make you a whore!" John could only stare as Sherlock defended Molly to herself and Molly throw herself at Sherlock to hug him as she cried.

Sherlock's bewildered expression made him chuckle and he left the toilet to lie down on the mattress and pull the blanket over himself and Molly. "Come here Molly I don't think Sherlock can handle emotions!" Sherlock 's expression changed to miffed and put an arm round her shoulders holding her there, muttering, "Yes I can, thank you!" John smiled as Molly giggled as she wiped her tears away but stayed with her head on Sherlock's shoulder, "Thank you guys!"

John drifted off still relaxed from Molly's administrations, leaving Molly and Sherlock in the quiet. Molly was still wondering why she could giggle when trapped in this cell when Molly realised Sherlock was still hard when she moved her arm round Sherlock's waist to get comfortable. She wondered if he would accept her help in getting rid of it, he certainly was interested earlier.

"Sherlock? Do you want me to take care of that for you?" she whispered to him. Sherlock grunted before whispering back, "If you feel up to it? I'm not going to pressurise you into doing anything. It will go away eventually!" Molly made up her mind to help him, this was for her not Moran.

Molly trailed her hand down Sherlock's abdomen and touched the head that was brushing Sherlock's stomach; using her finger she smeared his precum over the head. She felt Sherlock tense for a moment as she grasped his cock firmly in her hand and started moving in a regular rhythm.

Sherlock found that this felt different from the few times he had used his own hand, he felt the warmth and pressure of her hand build the excitement quicker than usual. After a short amount of time, Molly could feel his breathing getting faster and his hips move slightly each time she pumped her fist so she knew he was close. She watched his face and saw that he was watching her with intense eyes; he never made a sound until he was about to come then he groaned quietly when Molly dipped her head and sucked on the head, he released in her mouth, pulsing all the while.

Molly moved back to her original place on Sherlock's shoulder, wiping her mouth as she did. Sherlock let her after all she had just given him the most intense orgasm of his life and for all she did for him normally, he decided that this was the least he could do for her.

They were all heavily asleep when the flap in the door opened and the items Molly requested along with breakfast was dropped on the floor.

Molly was awoken when her bladder decided to tell her it was full to a critical level, she noticed the empty bowls from the previous night had been taken and replaced with bowls of hot porridge, 3 polystyrene cups of tea and the deodorants and baby wipes were placed next to them with a note on top.

She was still creeped out everytime this happened especially when she noticed a few days ago that the blanket had been bunched up her legs one morning as if someone had peeked under the blanket…. Needless to say she didn't say anything to the men though she was sure Sherlock had noticed she was quieter than normal that day.

She picked up the note and read it as she sat on the toilet; the note simply read "Good show Molly". Molly felt herself tear up at the personal reference to herself; she refused to cry though as Sherlock told her yesterday they needed these items so she had to perform those sexual acts. A cynical voice in her head asked whether they could have waited a few more days so not to give in until they were completely desperate?

She ignored this voice as 'what was done was done now!' or so she told herself. She threw the note down the toilet and flushed, waking the men up. She passed the bowls and cups to an alert Sherlock and a slightly sleepy John.

They ate breakfast quietly, John was the first to speak, "So what's the plan now Sherlock? It's been over a week I think and who knows how long we're going to be here."

Sherlock nodded, "I believe the only chance we have of doing anything is when the man brings our breakfast, that's the only time they step into the room. We cannot hide to surprise due to the light so we will either need to act quickly from this mattress or take out the light." They planned and re-planned for the entire day until the light went dim. A majority of the discussed plans were along the lines of John and Sherlock grab the man and molly ties him with the blanket then they grab his keys and run! Molly and John practised their 'pretend' sleeping techniques in front of Sherlock until he was satisfied.

They decided to get an early night sleep so they could be awake and ready for action, Sherlock announced that he would stay up as guard he wasn't bothered about sleep.

He returned from his thoughts when the heavy footsteps were making their way to the cell door, detangling himself from Molly's grasp and nudging John awake. John was startled when Sherlock nudged him awake; he very nearly sat upright but remembered the cameras, Sherlock nodded in the direction of the door.

John shut his eyes again and pretended to be asleep as Sherlock did; they heard the flap in the door open and a pause to check if they were asleep. The flap was shut before they heard the key in the door and a quiet creak of the door revealed a large man with a shaved head, wearing black trousers and a short sleeved shirt, 'Bouncer, ex-soldier' came to Sherlock's mind as it did to John's. They rushed at him as he was picking up the pots and managed to slam him into the door, Molly though startled awake sprang into action and covered his head with the blanket as both Sherlock and John struggled to hold onto him, Molly kept her hand over his mouth and nose over the blanket until he stopped struggling. Sherlock grabbed his keys as John, ever the gentleman, put the blanket round Molly.

They stepped out into the corridor which was long and badly lit, no other doors or corridors led off this main corridor. They moved quickly as they knew the cameras would pick up on the man locked in the cell in their stead soon. The corridor seemed to go on for eternity until the corridor split into two, which way should they go?

This chapter is shorter than the last because I realised how long it was taking me to write and edit it! The next one will be longer! Thank you for your kind reviews so far!