Where is Molly's head at

Author's Note: this takes a brief alternate path exploring what happens from Molly's POV. It's not integral to experiencing Vyki's events, but does provide exposition and some explanation for why somethings are happening to her the way the are. The may be a bit slower and may even be a bit darker, so read for your enjoyment, but skip if you don't want spoilers that Vyki wouldn't know.

As Molly staggered back to the front, she cursed her blasted migraines. The triggers seemed so arbitrary and pervasive at times. The doctors could never really find a good solution, so she was at the point of just addressing the symptoms as they came up.

After her last bout, she was sure it would be a while before another wave hit her, so she didn’t bring anything with her. Her hope was Miss H had something in her med kits up front still. She could remember back to many visits here with Paul that resulted in her having some small headaches even when they grew into these massive versions. Miss H always seemed to have a bevy of pharmaceuticals at her disposal to help relieve an onset before she headed home.

Finally making her way into the front office, Molly lightly knocked on the door; the sharp sound causing her to wince. “Come in,” she heard from the other side. Stumbling through the door, Molly could see Miss H’s expression change from irritation to a concerned look; “you okay, deary?” Heather asked.

Molly tried to tell her what was wrong, and the next annoying symptom of aphasia reared up as she struggled to get words to come out. Finally biting her lip and closing her eyes, she struggled out “Migraine!”

“Ah,” Heather responded, knowing exactly what was going on and where this was leading. She turned around to the large cabinet behind her and unlocked a chest retrieving a bottle and a couple of pills. Grabbing a small bottle of water from her private fridge, she handed them over to Molly and motioned her to a seat, “you’ll want to sit down to take those.”

Molly gratefully took the offered pills and sat in the chair swallowing it down before covering her eyes.

Seeing her take the meds, Heather commented, “I know those things are a struggle, but they always seem to happen at the worst times. Rest up and we’ll get you taken care of.”

Molly nodded her head, wanting to say ‘thank you’, but the words wouldn’t form so she tried to wave her hand blindly out from her chin hoping Miss H understood the sign, but the door opened and closed without further sound.

Molly wasn’t sure how long she sat there but she was thankful when the timer of the motion sensor lights finally shut off the lighting plunging her into darkness. As Molly took inventory, she noticed the throbbing didn’t go away but there was still a lingering pain, yet the tension of her body seemed to reduce as her muscles felt suddenly loose. When the hand covering her eyes got too heavy, she let it fall down and the lights came back on. She wasn’t thrilled with the lights, but it seemed funnier to her that the dropping of her arm turned on the light as she giggled inanely.

At some point, Miss H came back into the office accompanied by her two mountains of meat subs, “Eddy, here’s her keys and purse, and I texted you her home address. Take her out to her car and get her home. Ty, help them out there and follow in your car. Their place is far enough away that you don’t need to worry about coming back out here; this will be your service to me tonight.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the two men boomed in unison causing Molly to wince a bit, but not be overly hurt. Happy to feel the **** helping, a small smile crept along Molly’s face.

However, as the large men started to help her stand up, the fog of her brain separated enough for what was said to finally process in her brain and realize that Paul was still inside. She struggled still to get the words out as she tried to contemplate a sentence before a mumble finally blurted out, “Paul!” as the rest of the sentence came out garbled.

“What was that?” asked Heather.

Molly realized what she had used his actual name and slurred out “Vyki... ride,” still struggling to communicate.

“Don’t worry about her, deary,” Heather replied confidently. “She may be related to that ass of a husband of yours, but she doesn’t have to drop what she’s doing to support you constantly, so I’ve made other arrangements for her to get home. The boys will get take care of you, and she can stay here and maybe get some actual training.”

Panic washed over Molly as she worried what the hell Miss H was planning and tried to plead not to but all she could get out was “but....”

“Look, this might be hard for you to hear, but I’ve never been impressed with Paul’s commitment to the craft, but his sister shows real potential,” Heather conveyed. “Any girl willing to show off that much in public and be that well behaved on her first trip is either a natural born submissive slut or hiding her actual history from you. Either way, the fellas will put her through some service training. They could mold her to quite the attentive servant girl or even share sex **** if she accepts it. This place could use a new communal fuck toy and she shows real potential; I’d like to see if they could lay the groundwork for me.”

Molly’s face could barely form the exasperated emotions running through her body thinking about what they were going to do to Paul.

Heather laughed seeing Molly’s surprised look, “oh, sweety, we wouldn’t do all that tonight. I’m just telling you the potential I see in her. No, the fellas will just confirm my suspicions and we can help her blossom. But you need to go get some rest; we’ll take care of your sister from your mister.”

Molly’s **** addled brain didn’t even comprehend the conversation and she was outside until her assigned body builder had set her up next to her car so he could open the door. Gently placing her nearly limp body into the passenger seat, he buckled her in and said, “don’t worry, mischief. We’ll have you safe at home in no time.” As the building moved away from her view Molly managed to put a hand on the window before whimpering out a light “Paul” as a tear fell down her cheek.

Somewhere along the trip home, Molly seemed to have fallen asleep or passed out as she was aware of the muscular man opening the car door and was in the familiar driveway of their home. Whatever **** effect that had been affecting her motor function seemed to be finally waning as she was able to undo her seatbelt herself. She swung her legs out on her own but found her balance not there as she quickly landed her ass back in the seat before even getting halfway up.

“Hold up there!” Eddy called out to the falling lady, “I got you!” as he quickly moved around to gently lift her up to a standing position. “You safe to walk yet, or you need me to carry you some more?”

“Sorry,” Molly said surprising herself that vocalizing wasn’t a complete challenge, “ya, I think so,” she said as she took a tentative step, but the world seemed to slant independently of her heels.

Feeling her tilt as she took the step while he held onto her, “woaah! How about I help you walk?”

“Thanks,” Molly said blushing as she felt the man’s muscles enwrap her waist helping her feel oddly safe. She was pretty sure she saw more than one set of curtains move from across the street and dreaded explaining the half-naked man walking her inside, but she was just focused on not collapsing at the moment. The world seemed to keep splitting into two & it was taking all her focus to keep her feet moving forward as the front of her house seemed to keep morphing two doors in and out where one should be.

Finally reaching the front door, she was having a hard time focusing on the keypad and ended up missing it more than once. “Here, let me help you,” Eddy offered, “what’s the code?”

Molly hesitated momentarily as she had more than one issue in the past of men wanting to come at her, and she barely knew much of anything about this guy. The only code she knew was the one that gave her access at any time; she wasn’t thrilled with him knowing it. However, hearing a bike coming down the street reminded her she was still out in front of her home with this man and she just wanted into safety.

“K,” Molly then read out the code to him as he entered it and helped her inside. Seeing the remnants of the party still here, she was reminded of how much had really transpired since yesterday with Paul, or Vyki, or whichever... her head still hurt, and she was worried about what was really going on with him. Her?

Sitting down on the bed she tried to calm her brain with breathing exercises. She could feel the man rubbing her back calmly that seemed to help her anxiety and actually felt relaxing. She could feel tension leaving her whole body as her brain seemed to lose track of any particular thought process.

However, when she heard the front door open and the man’s hand on her back, her eyes shot open trying to figure out what was going on. Her vision in the dim bedroom light was quickly filled with the crotch of the man’s pants as he leaned over her reaching her back. The tight shorts had left little to the imagination all night and the contours from the darkened room seemed to enhance things as she could smell the oils and leather from his body. Her mind was running into overdrive when she saw motion at her bedroom door and could see the shape of the other beefcake Heather sent with her.

As a deep resounding, “hello, gorgeous,” seemed to echo through the quiet bedroom, Molly’s body tried to adrenaline into her body even as her heavy limbs were making it hard to move. In the struggle of her natural fight, flight, or freeze responses, freezing was quickly winning by default as she tried to figure out how to get out of this situation.