Molly had sunk into a sort of a dazed stupor after her outraged outburst; the fierce anger had long given way to a sick feeling at her own stupidity in challenging those monsters. She had sat there shivering for what seemed like hours waiting for their retribution but there had been no reaction, no further visit, nothing. The lack of response increased the fear incrementally the longer she waited and she just knew what was coming was going to be bad. Until finally her fear had given way to a physical exhaustion which had induced a welcome hazy fog of indifference. At the back of her mind she knew it was only temporary but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She knew she couldn't stop what was going to happen to her so she might as well conserve her energy. If she was lucky and awake enough, there may be a chance to deflect their actions into something less damaging, frightening, and painful. She could think of loads more adjectives but she didn't want to. Those ones were scary enough. Shit, shit, shit, what had she done! Why hadn't she kept her big stupid mouth shut?
Maybe she needed to try something unexpected too. Not with the kind of disastrous repercussions her outburst was going to attract but something to throw them a little off balance. There had to be a chance to escape and maybe by playing the perfect pet she could do it. Well hell what was she thinking! They wouldn't believe it, not for a bloody second, even if she could force herself to submit without trying to rip their throats out with her teeth and nails, they still wouldn't believe it. Not after her actions and words up to now.
She had already given those cunning, clever, evil bastards too much information about herself; they were going to know if her reaction was real or not.
God what was the matter with her, normally she considered the pros and cons of the smallest decision she had to make, for days, for actual days. But since the hasty escape flight from the cemetery she had been behaving like some brainless skimpily clad ninjarette in high heels with perfect hair and makeup, sporting an orange tan and botox enhanced lips, who kick-boxed first and asked questions later. Though Seriously the thought of being able to kick these perverts somewhere exceedingly painful filled her with bitter satisfaction.
One good boot to the bollocks would do them both a world of good. Actually why just leave it at one? Maybe she should practice trying to kick with these blasted chains on, they were heavy enough that they could only enhance any damage she did and the thought made her smile venomously.
But her relentlessly logical thought processes broke through the delightful fantasies.
Maybe she could attempt a token resistance to lull them into believing her quick submission and then as soon as she was out of this bloody room she would be gone, hopefully with enough of their bloody teeth she could make a trophy necklace which she would proudly wear for the rest of her life, and every time someone underestimated her because of her phyiscal appearance and tried to intimidate her she would show them the necklace, and smile evilly.
Oh God she was losing her tiny mind!And they would be expecting an escape attempt too Molly Hooper after opening your stupid mouth and letting rip, she groaned to herself. They knew that she was angry and intelligent; they would be expecting something, some sort of attempt at escape. And the tall bastard with the "Voice" kept on telling her how perfect she was for him, that she wasn't boring, as if it was some sort of fucking compliment. Everyone else in the entire world believed Molly Hooper to be the most boring creature in Christendom, why the hell couldn't that pervert think that as well.
Of course he was expecting her to be a challenge. And like the moron she normally wasn't, she had only solidified his impression of her. Okay, okay, think Molly.
What if she still fought it, tooth and nail, what if she did exactly as they expected her to, what if she buried her real intentions deep, so deep that she wouldn't be aware of them, that they couldn't influence her and then her reactions to them would be genuine and not planned in advance. Once she had been broken enough, (oh God, Oh God even thinking about it made her feel sick,) they wouldn't be expecting her to be able to do anything but obey and then she could make her move.
Which meant that she would have to try some form of rebellion knowing that she was going to fail and get punished for it, again and again until she could realistically start to submit so that they would believe the training was working? Oh God, the only time she had been this scared and helpless before was when she had been told that her Dad's illness was terminal and there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was going to leave her.
Seriously Molly, what kind of bloody stupid death wish idea was that? She hated her brain. Hell's clanging bells and little bloody fishes, she was so scared because she knew it would work, and fuck it was going to hurt. When she got out of this insane situation she was going to have nightmares for years.
Bloody hell she was going to have to deliberately do something that would mean they were going to hurt her, and not just once, but multiple times until she didn't resist any more and then be strong enough to overcome her surrender and actually escape.
If she could run fast enough and far enough maybe she could find the escape network. She had to have some hope or she wouldn't survive this. Because if she was caught by anyone else then she would be brought back to this hell, and suffer the consequences.
Molly had heard the whispers about the escape networks; she had worked long enough in the morgue to have dealt with both runners and hunters. She was unobtrusive and quiet and most of the time people forgot she was there so she heard things that wouldn't have been repeated in front of anyone more visible or memorable. She was the little morgue mouse that no-one ever saw. She had heard the officers of the Pet Retrieval Squad complain about the number of runners that were getting past them, muttering under their breaths about the ghost organisation that seemed to know where they were to collect runners before the PRS officers arrived. Molly had listened and wondered and filed the information away in her clever brain, knowing that if she was ever given the chance to help that organisation she would.
She had seen the terrible fate of the pets that had ended up in her morgue, seen the beatings, the scars, seen the fear frozen on the faces when they had finally died, in pain and begging for mercy. Oh yes she would help them in a heart beat.
And that brought her racing thoughts full circle to her current predicament. Dear God she could end up being one of those pets on the autopsy table. Her stomach dropped and finally that strange haze of numbness left her and she began to cry, she just couldn't stop. Great gulping sobs rattled her throat and her chest and the tears were mingled with the snot she couldn't stop melting out of her nose, and dripping from her chin with the tears, and she felt disgusting and like total shite and she wanted to go home and hide under her bed, and she wanted to go home and find her Dad's old archery crossbow and use it on the evil twisted non humans above her head.
Why did the government let this happen, how could good people not think this was wrong and then she felt ashamed of herself because she was supposed to be good wasn't she and she hadn't tried to stop the hunts or the captures or the breeding centres. She hadn't even written a pathetic strongly worded protest letter to any of the national newspapers for God's sake. She had just accepted the status quo uncomfortably and vaguely wished someone else would do something about it. She had just thought it was someone else's problem until now, when she was on the wrong end of that problem. She hung her head in shame. Almost served her right for being so complacent and not caring enough for the other poor sods this had happened to already.
Her stomach growled, she was so hungry, when was the last time she had eaten?
She had skipped lunch the day she had gone to the cemetery, she was going to make herself an evening meal after she had taken the flowers to her Dad's grave, but that hadn't worked out well had it, and she didn't know how long she had been in this room. She was so hungry she felt sick, and even a little dizzy, but the thirst was worse, the more she thought about it the worse it got, her mouth was so dry she could barely make any saliva.
The small insidious voice inside her head told her that's all she had to do was ask, just ask them for water, it wasn't begging, not really, it wasn't begging which was what a trained pet did, she only had to ask because they didn't want her to die of thirst did they and if she asked… Fucking hell was it going to be so easy to break her? Just keep her thirsty? Her rational mind fought back, of course they didn't want her to die, she might feel like that was happening but they would fucking feed and water her before she snuffed it because it would defeat their fucking purpose if she died, no sweet little pet for them if she died. She just had to keep telling herself that, she just had to remember that.
Mousy little Molly could be as stubborn as a rock when she wanted to be and she so wanted to be now, but she was so thirsty and so hungry and maybe if she just asked nicely they would give her something so that she could keep her strength up and carry on fighting, how could she fight them if she was so weak, just ask them once, pretend to them she was weakening before she got so weak she would beg them anyway.
Her brain was running through the same arguments and counter arguments like it was on a perpetual merry-go-round and the hunger and the thirst hurt so much. She didn't even know how long she had been left in the dark room, she couldn't remember how long ago she had shouted her defiant words at them, maybe they were going to leave her to die down here, maybe her words had made them so angry that they were happy to keep her locked in this pit of despair while they found another more suitable candidate for their precious pet, who they would feed and water and speak to and touch.
Defeated tears began to fall weakly from her eyes and instinctively her fingers rose to capture them and then went to her mouth where her tongue lapped at them desperately. It made no difference, thirst tormented her and she curled up into the smallest ball she could, and she was unaware of the quiet little whimpers racking her weakened body, as exhaustion finally took control of her overwrought mind and shut it down, allowing her body to slip into much needed sleep.
Dim light flickered against her closed eyelids instead of utter darkness. It disturbed her enough to break into her exhausted sleep. She rose through the levels of consciousness slowly, her mind still hazy, to the sound of soft words and fingers stroking through her hair with enough pressure to work out the tension in her neck by running from her neck up through the vulnerable dip in her nape and through the strands of her hair until they raised goose bumps in a repeated soothing motion that made her want to moan with delight. She concentrated on the fingers, they felt so good she didn't want them to stop and she relaxed her body, her legs began to stretch out from the foetal position she had been lying in, and her shoulders eased from the painful tensed hunch she hadn't even realised she had adopted. The fingers stopped when she began to move and she whimpered at their loss.
A deep low chuckle answered her whimper, "You see sweetheart, this isn't so bad is it, and nice things happen if you are a good little girl and you are a good little girl aren't you?"
The soft cajoling tone accompanying these words was that of an adult to an infant or dear god no, a pet.
"You want to be a good girl, you know you do, you are just scared at the moment, and that's ok, it's ok to be scared. You are going to be so good for him you know, he needs you"
The words trickled their way through her brain until they forced her to come back to full horrifying consciousness.
He was not addressing an adult with rights, and thought and feelings; he was talking to his bloody pet.
She wanted to be sick. She was still shivering, hungry, thirsty and half naked in that dark cold room with chains around her ankles but now her head was in the lap of one of those perverts and she was being stroked and talked at like a pet.
She drew in a deep breath as shame and fear hit her with equal force because she had actually been leaning into that touch, her body silently begging for more. Oh sweet merciful God she had been enjoying it.
The amused voice continued as did the relentless fingers in her hair. "You are so brave and clever sweetheart, you are so perfect for him but your physical condition will not allow you to resist for long, which is not good. He needs to be challenged until you are integral to his well being, so …" he stopped for a second as if he was considering how best to phrase his words, but those wonderful despicable fingers continued their soothing gentle motion
"So I am going to have to do something about that. I can't allow you to submit too soon Sweetheart; he would be bored with you within 24 hours."
Strong arms lifted her from his lap until she was held against his chest like a baby, and she was staring into the face of the smiling blonde man from her flat. For a moment she let herself relish the warmth and comfort of the body against her, she had been so cold and so alone, and so scared in the dark even the anger couldn't wipe the fear away, now the physical proximity of that strong male body made her want to cling and bury herself against him, for a few seconds she couldn't stop herself from tucking her face into his neck until she felt his approving murmur and the comforting stroke of his hand against her back.
She pulled away abruptly, ashamed of her weakness and lay back against his forearm until she could see him again. She wanted to punch that satisfied smirk of his handsome bloody face. She tried to speak, to demand he put her down, to demand that she was released, she would even beg to let her out but her throat was so dry, she could not make a coherent sound. She could only whimper.
She saw his eyes roam over her body until his gaze was drawn back to her face, and then she flinched as his other hand came towards her. He tutted at her with gentle mockery when he saw the movement and his free hand tucked her dirty hair behind her ears so that he could see her face clearly.
"Pretty little baby" he crooned at her and she shuddered involuntarily. His smile grew wider with satisfaction
"You can't help yourself can you little one, you have to fight, I am so pleased with you, you were such an excellent choice for an extraordinary man, you are such a good girl"
He saw the rage and resistance in her face although she couldn't speak, and he frowned mildly at her
"Little one, you belong to a great man, an amazing genius who does great things, do you really think your sad little life compares to his? You will provide him with the relief and distraction he needs to continue his work and you should be proud of that. He will appreciate your contribution and he may even become affectionate with you.
As for you there will be someone important in your life again, you won't be alone; you will adore him and have the satisfaction of knowing that your Master needs you. Of course Mrs H and I will spoil you as well; we won't be able to help ourselves"
The last words were rueful and self mocking but the whole little speech had been uttered with a belief that chilled the marrow of Molly's bones.
Her eyes widened at him, he was insane, and she was being held immobile by a smiling mad man, what the hell did she do now? She opened her lips to say something, anything but then one of his fingers entered and stroked the inside of her mouth as he made a considering noise. She gagged against it, and he shushed at her with a slight frown. Thought for a few seconds as his fingers began to stroke her pale throat.
Molly resented the touch even as a desperate part of her craved it after being isolated for so long.
Then he smiled again as he glanced down at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes
"I am going to make sure that you have enough water and food to continue with your sweet little struggle baby girl." His smile grew when he saw the desperate hope she couldn't hide, until she blanked her expression but her eyes still betrayed her.
"But this is going to be own little secret Sweetheart because if you tell Sherlock, I will punish you" his smile didn't change as the fingers around her throat tightened inexorably, until she couldn't breath, and her hands were scrabbling at his fingers but to no avail. Her sight was fading, her desperate gasping breaths brought no relief to her aching empty lungs and her hands fell away from his fingers as her body began to surrender to the lack of oxygen before he relaxed his hold, although not removing his fingers and allowed her draw in deep painful gulps of air.
She stared into that smiling gentle face and sobbed with sheer terror. The fingers at her throat began soothing strokes, and he nuzzled against the top of her head "Shush now" he comforted calmly "It's so simple sweetheart, be a good girl and keep our secret and I won't have to punish you, of course if you do tell Sherlock, then he will punish you too, because you know you aren't supposed to accept anything from anyone else without your Master's approval"
She couldn't stop crying, she couldn't stop trembling, her whole body shivered against the sadistic mad man who was holding her still.
He pulled her closer to rest against his chest, her face buried against his jumper as he allowed her to sob uncontrollably without interruption.
Finally exhaustion put a physical stop to her crying and trembling and she lay there against him with all the strength of a new born kitten. She couldn't even raise the anger to try to lift her head, let alone leave the dubious comfort of his arms and warm body.
The man sighed slightly, and again when he spoke, there was wry amusement in his voice as he spoke without expecting an answer.
"There was another reason I came down here you know little one, before you so delightfully sidetracked me, you were just so sweet lying there that I had to pet you. You are going to be utterly spoilt little one, but you are just so cute when you whimper. You are going to be irresistible when you learn to beg properly Sweetheart, just too adorable" and his voice deepened with a dark hunger which made her stiffen in helpless fear against him. He ignored her movement and continued
"I have to give you your jabs, make sure you are up to date with all your inoculations because you missed a few appointments with your doctor didn't you naughty girl? We can't have your Master getting sick from you now can we Poppet? I'd be ever so cross if you made your Master ill" The warning in his gaze made her skin crawl and she wanted to vomit with horror.
"Once we have the nasty jabs out of the way, and if you are a really brave girl and don't make a fuss, I'll feed you and give you some water now. Otherwise you will have to wait until I come again and that might not be until tomorrow, so are you going to be a good little girl for me hmmm?"
Molly couldn't understand how this man could make this evil insanity sound normal but she was desperate for that food and water, so she nodded her head shakily.
"I can't hear you Molly" came the firm rejoinder.
She opened her mouth and tried to scrape the word out of her nearly useless voice box.
"Yes" she whispered hoarsely.
The blonde man smiled gently as he asked "Yes what Molly?" Menace danced through the air at the question and she was so afraid he would leave without giving her the food and water.
She coughed to try to ease the dryness and it felt like a thousand knives were tearing through her paper thin throat, but she valiantly tried again
"Yes Sir, I will be good" the hoarse cracked whisper brought a satisfied smile to the blonde man's face and then he lent down and dropped a soft kiss against her lips as he approved "See it's not that hard to obey nicely now is it?"
She wanted to see him dead and cold on one of her morgue tables.
He lifted her again and pulled her face down over his lap. This time her head and shoulders were on the cold tiled floor, her arms hastily shoved underneath her face to protect it from the cold as her bum was dead centre of his lap. He giggled as he asked her "Guess where the injections are going baby girl?" She could hear him opening something to the side of him and the sharp smell of antiseptic hit her nostrils. But then he didn't move. He seemed to be waiting for something. For long seconds she didn't understand and then she realised, he wanted her to pull her knickers down and bare her backside. No, no way was that going to happen, no way she wouldn't do it, she just wouldn't do it, he could go to hell, he could rot there for all she cared, she wasn't going to..
"I haven't got all day little one" The warning was quite clear.
She wanted to cry with shame and frustration but she wanted that food and water more. She pulled her arms from under her head and reached back awkwardly, the fingers of both hands finding the waistband of her underwear and clenched tightly.
She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to do this, but she wrenched them down to the top of the thighs using the same principle as ripping a plaster off, and besides which she wasn't giving this fucking perv a free show by taking it slow.
She could feel the cold air on her bare skin and it raised goose bumps on the flesh.
The shame of lying bare before this monster was eating into her soul, but her focus was distracted by the stinging slap to her bum, first one side and then the other and she yelped in shock.
"Need to get the blood rushing to your skin little one, will make the injections easier" the blonde man murmured in explanation as he rubbed at her skin with a wet wipe.
She lay there and gritted her teeth as she felt each needle enter and then the medication being pumped into her body, then the swift swipe of another smelly medicated wipe. The final injection he shot into her hip, and it hurt. It didn't feel like a normal needle, it actually felt the same way as when her ears had been pierced with that needle gun, it had the same force behind it and it felt hard and painful. But the mad perverted bastard didn't explain what each one was and she was too tired to care, her only concern now was to get that bloody food and water.
She lay there for a little while after the final wipe down and her hoarse voice asked with difficulty
"More?"
"Oh no Sweetheart, I was just admiring your arse, especially the way it turns such a pretty pink colour when it's slapped. I am sure we will be getting better acquainted in the not to distant future". His mocking laughter erupted when she frantically struggled to pull her underwear back up over her stinging sore backside.
Bastard fucking perverted evil twisted devil spawned bastard she wanted to scream at him, but God she wanted that food and drink.
His laughter subsided and he pulled her upright again and sat her in his lap. She winced at the pain in her backside but he ignored her and pulled out what looked like a toddler's Sippy bottle from a cool bag which he had beside him that she noticed for the first time in this position.
He brought it up towards her mouth and suddenly she could smell the delicious aroma of tomato soup and her stomach groaned. She reached for the cup desperately but his other hand slapped at her hands as he growled
"Bad girl, bad Molly" and then held her two hands together as he moved the cup back towards the cool bag.
"No, no please sir I'm sorry, I'll be good, please oh please don't take it away, I'm so sorry, sir I'm sorry" the hysterical whispered words stopped his movements and he turned to look at her desperate pleading face. Her eyes were wet and her lips were trembling in time with the shivers of her body.
Predatory dark blue eyes took it all in and satisfaction bloomed.
"I was right, I said you would be irresistible when you begged properly, I will be generous this once baby, you may have it but if you are naughty again…" he left the threat hang as he brought the bottle to her mouth and allowed her to suck. He watched her lips, tongue and cheeks work together to suck desperately at the red fluid, and the way her bruised throat swallowed the lukewarm thick liquid, and the way her eyes closed with pleasure. God he was getting hard just watching her.
He pulled the bottle away from her mouth before she emptied it and her eyes opened in panic. "Slow down Sweetheart, you will make yourself sick"
He insisted that she take one mouthful at a time, swallow and then take the next. He took the bottle away from her lips each time to enforce the rule. The fact that each single swallow shot a pleasurable jolt of lust straight through his hard cock was a side benefit. She would have made herself sick if he hadn't stopped her.
She had swallowed three quarters of the bottle before she actually refused the rest herself. Her tummy was so full it ached, she couldn't take any more, and she slumped against him.
The bottle was deposited in the cool bag, and her hands released. His voice was disapproving as he asked "Now little one, where are your manners?"
She raised her slumped head, she was so tired and her tummy was full, she just wanted to sleep, but she knew that if she pissed him off, he would punish her somehow. He was a fucking scary bastard and she needed to play nice.
It was easier to speak after drinking the soup, so her voice was stronger and louder
"Thank you" she was grateful for the food, even if he was one of the shits who had starved her in the first place.
"Is that the best you can do little one"
She was so fucking tired of this crap she thought with sudden rage, he wanted gratitude did he, well lets see if he liked this then. She knew he might disobey a few rules about food as that was for his perverted friend's benefit, not hers, he wanted her strong enough to resist so that the angel voiced devil could enjoy breaking her, but he wouldn't touch her sexually because in his perverted sense of honour that wouldn't be right until her Master offered to share. She could feel his erection against her, she knew how he had enjoyed feeding her and she was going to make the bastard so hard that he hurt, knowing he wouldn't be able to touch her.
She raised her head again, and stared at him, slowly lowering her eyelids as she wriggled forward on his lap, deliberately brushing against his stiff cock. She was focused on his lips and her ears caught the sound of his hitched breath before he tried to hide it. She began to rock herself so slowly and gently against his cock, refusing to acknowledge the sparks of pleasure which shot through her; this was revenge she wasn't going to get off on this.
Her tongue slid out and she licked at his lips, across the seam until he opened his mouth with a sighing breath. She stopped and peeped up at him as her tongue lay unmoving against his bottom lip. She rocked a little harder and faster but kept her tongue still.
Then asked in a sweet whisper "How can I thank you sir?"
Then she thrust her tongue inside to lap at his tongue and at the roof of his mouth. Before he could react she withdrew her tongue and sweetly asked again "How can I thank you sir?
She could feel his cock harden even more and a damp patch where she was rocking insistently. He was going to walk out of here with a limp she thought savagely disregarding the fact that her underwear was beginning to moisten as well.
Suddenly hard arms held her still, and in revenge she sank lower down against his covered cock so he could feel her, legs spread and open with only their clothes between them. She felt a savage satisfaction as he stilled and closed his eyes with desperation and then moved her with alacrity. It took him a moment for his voice to work, but she didn't smirk or smile, she kept that pathetic pleading expression on her face. "Yes well, that was better little one, now you may have your water"
She could hear the dragging lust in his voice and knew her revenge had worked. Time to twist the knife a little
"How do you want me to thank you for the water sir?" she asked huskily, her eyes demurely looking down at the bottle of water in his hand so that he couldn't see the murderous expression in her eyes.
He was startled, and then he muttered gruffly "You have thanked me enough little one"
His fascinated flinching, as she swallowed the water, as she licked the drops she not so accidently left on her lips and at the sound of her moaning with relief as the water poured down her throat and eased her discomfort, filled her with the same previous vicious satisfaction.
But that satisfaction didn't last long, it drained out of her s soon as he had packed up and left, taking the little light with him, plunging her into darkness and cold and solitude once again. The fear and despair crept back in and even though she had a full belly, and wasn't so desperately thirsty she tried to drink her own tears, it was worse than it was before, because she could still feel the warmth of his body, feel his arms around her and hear his voice as if it was caressing her skin.
Sherlock was sitting in his chair in the living room with an evil smirk on his face as his lover walked stiffly into the room, after depositing the cool bag into the kitchen.
His eyes traveled the length of John's body and back up to his rueful laughing face.
"Well that went well love; you got the injections into her, and the microchip tracking tag for Mycroft's little experiment, got her to eat and drink a little and have given her a delicious little dilemma which will see her punished if she tells or if she doesn't when she is found out, something for her to ponder in the dark. Mind you she got her revenge at the end didn't she?" he laughed delightedly, his fascination with his little pet unabated.
"God Sherlock, thought I was going to come in my pants, I should have spanked her for it but couldn't take the chance" John's groan was heartfelt and Sherlock's smile grew a little wilder with a hint of retribution. His poor John was suffering but at least he could come, he wasn't prevented from his release like Sherlock with that damn cock cage and the challenge to his ego.
It was uncanny how John could read his mind sometimes as those indigo eyes studied him with barely concealed lust and then he pointed to the floor in front of him.
Sherlock sighed with mock resignation and put on his sexiest pout as he left his chair.
Okay, creepy sexy John and conniving Sherlock. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think xxx