The Institute: A Dark Anthology

by Dani René

  “What is it?” Molly pleaded, looking up at him. “Do you want me to pleasure myself again? I will, James, I’ll do it properly this time.”

  “No, I think we’ve passed that point, Molly,” James said, looking down at her with one eyebrow cocked up. “I think we need to enhance the therapy to include role playing.”

  “Role playing?” Molly asked.

  “Take your pants off, but leave your shirt and panties on,” James explained. “I don’t like this, but I’ll have to play the role of your father. We need to satisfy this craving of yours so that you don’t hurt me again, okay? And I’m going to help you do that.”

  Shaking, Molly got up off the floor and pushed her pants down, leaving her panties on as she was instructed to do. She stood there, waiting for direction from James when he crossed and sat down on his chair again. “You’re going to refer to me as Daddy, okay?”

  “Yes, Ja… Yes, Daddy,” Molly said, nodding her head.

  “Imagine you’re young again, come sit on Daddy’s lap, my baby girl,” he said, patting his leg. Molly wiped her tears away, her body still shaking as she walked over to him and perched herself on his leg. James smiled and stroked her back. “If you want to stop at any point, Molly, just call me James and I’ll stop, okay?”

  “Okay…Daddy,” she whispered, wiping her eyes again.

  “I’m going to start now,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck.

  “Okay, Daddy,” Molly said again, swallowing hard. She could feel his one hand on her bare leg, stroking it softly.

  “Hmmm, such a good baby girl. You have such soft skin; give Daddy a kiss on the cheek,” he said quietly.

  Molly looked up at him and leaned forward, kissing his cheek softly.

  “Good girl, now the other one.”

  Molly leaned over and kissed his other cheek.

  “No, kiss Daddy on the lips,” he said, puckering up so she could lean forward and kiss his lips softly. He tasted divine and Molly could feel herself starting to get excited.

  “Do you like kissing me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Molly said quietly.

  “How much?”

  “Lots, Daddy, I could kiss you all the time,” she gushed, blushing and looking away.

  James reached a hand up and tilted her head back to face him. “Do you want to have special kisses with Daddy?”

  “Yes,” Molly said, her voice wavering a little.

  “Then kiss Daddy again, but this time open your little mouth and let your tongue play with Daddy’s,” he said, leaning towards her.

  Molly leaned up and she and James kissed passionately, their tongues rolling over each other. She felt his fingers at the front of her panties, teasing her through the fabric, and she gasped into his mouth.

  “Get on your knees, Molly,” James said, spreading his legs wide. “You can kiss Daddy somewhere else special.”

  Molly slipped off his lap and kneeled in front of him, watching as he undid his belt to release his erection. He wasn’t wearing any underwear but before Molly could think twice about it, he had a finger under her chin, encouraging her forward. “Kiss Daddy here, but you mustn’t tell anyone, okay? Don’t tell Mommy or Lizzie, okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” Molly murmured, resting her elbows on his legs so she could lean forward and kiss the tip of his prick. He was already oozing precum and it tasted tart to Molly. She licked her lips and James inhaled sharply.

  “Do you like lollipops, Molly?” he asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, not sure what else to say.

  “This is Daddy’s lollipop, why don’t you lick it a little bit?”

  Molly swallowed hesitantly and glanced at the door, but James’ hand shot out and tilted her face to look at him. “It’s okay, no one’s home but you and Daddy. Lick it for Daddy and tell me it tastes so good.”

  Molly nodded and leaned forward; at first, she took tentative swipes with her tongue at his salty tasting dick, but soon she was licking from the base of his cock to the tip, over and over again. James rested his head back and a hand on her head, moaning out softly, “Suck it like a lollipop, suck it good, baby.”

  Molly popped his cock into her mouth and sucked on the head before letting more of it slide into her mouth as far as she could go. Suddenly James had two hands entangled in her hair and was forcing her head to bob up and down; each time she went down he plunged his dick further into her mouth, inching towards her throat. She braced her hands against the arms of the chair as she struggled to breathe and tried to push away, but James held her there for a moment, the tip of his dick tickling the back of her throat before he released her so she could gasp for air.

  There was a moment of silence as Molly caught her breath. Both of James’ hands were clenched and his cock was twitching with excitement, now thoroughly wet thanks to Molly. She looked at him, what she had done to him, and she felt her own arousal spike.

  He opened his eyes and looked at her fiercely, patting his leg again. “Come sit here on Daddy’s lap and touch his lollipop, Molly,” he murmured. “Come, my little girl.”

  Molly perched herself back on his leg and wrapped a hand around his erection, slowly stroking her hand up and down. She was enthralled, completely lost in their little game as she watched the tip of his penis as it peeked out every time she stroked the skin of his uncircumcised penis down. He was breathing hard and Molly could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in to breathe in her scent.

  “Do you want Daddy to make you feel good, Molly?” he murmured into her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin.

  “Yes please, Daddy,” Molly whimpered. The arm that was holding Molly in place, draped around her back, shifted and that hand pulled up her shirt, He shifted his leg so she moved closer to him, now stroking him at a bit of an awkward angle, so that the arm snaked around her could tease her right nipple. Molly bit her lip, starting to stroke him a bit faster.

  “No, keep going slow or I’ll cum,” James murmured, so Molly slowed down her strokes again.

  The hand he had resting on her knee snaked its way up to her panties and stroked the now wet spot that was present there. Molly whimpered softly as he teased her before stopping suddenly. James was still breathing extremely hard as he put a hand over the one that was stroking his cock, bringing her to a stop.

  “Take your shirt off, baby girl,” he murmured and she quickly complied, her skin tingling with excitement as he continued. “Now I want you to press yourself against the window bent over with your panties by your knees. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

  Molly got up and pushed her panties to her knees as she was instructed to, before getting on all fours on the bay window.

  “Get off your hands and press those little titties against the window, so everyone downstairs can see, baby girl,” he said as he stood up, dropping his pants to the floor and shuffling forward. Molly moaned out as she pressed her breasts against the cold glass. She could see a few people dotted here and there down below, but none seemed to look up. James took his prick in his hand and rubbed it between her lips slowly, letting her own juice wet the tip of his cock before he pushed into her with a loud moan. Molly gasped and tried to shift, trying to accommodate his size but he leaned forward and pushed her against the window, his hand on her head squishing her against the glass.

  “Tell me you want Daddy to fuck you,” he murmured. When she didn’t comply with anything but a whimper, he started to pull out of her before thrusting into her hard.

  She cried out, both in pleasure and pain and whimpered, “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

  He thrust into her harder. “Louder, I can’t hear you!”

  “Please fuck me, Daddy, I’m such a naughty little girl.”

  “Yes, you are,” James said, releasing her head. She kept it there, too scared to move it in case he thrust hard into her again. He pulled out of her and started to pump his hips, his cock moving in and out of her tight opening quickly but not as deeply as before.
Molly rocked her hips slightly as he moved and James looked down at her hungrily, “Lick the window,” he said. “Lick it!” He thrust into her deeply to drive his point home and she stuck her tongue out, licking the glass as he moved. “That’s it, baby girl, you like to lick things don’t you?”

  Molly nodded as she continued to lick the glass; she was getting used to him being buried inside her and the size didn’t bother her as much, now that her juices had coated his entire cock. He moved harder, his hands holding onto her hips as he did so.

  “Do you want me to cum inside of you, baby? Do you want Daddy to put his seed in your belly?” he asked, pumping his hips breathlessly and hard.

  “Yes, Daddy, please cum inside me,” Molly moaned out.

  “Cum inside what, baby? Say it.”

  “Cum inside my pussy, Daddy.”

  James struck her on the ass and said, “Don’t say such a foul word, you’re a little girl. Tell Daddy to cum in your special place. That’s what you call it now, your special place.”

  Molly whimpered, tears escaping her eyes as she wailed, “Cum in my special space, Daddy, please.”

  James grunted, sweaty from all the movement, until he suddenly buried himself inside Molly, groaning contently. Molly could swear she felt his hot cum squirting into her. Once he was done, he slowly pulled out of her and said, “Turn around and clean Daddy now while the baby gets made.”

  Molly shuffled around and opened her mouth. He put his now semi hard dick in her mouth, and she sucked it hungrily, using one hand to hold the base of his cock while she cleaned him off with her mouth. James pulled away from her and patted her on the head.

  “Good girl, now stand up. I want to see Daddy’s cum drop on those little panties.”

  Molly shuffled uncomfortably. She felt even dirtier now than before and was shivering uncontrollably. She also couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything specific. She kept clenching her teeth and jaw and it was starting to hurt. She swayed slightly as she stood up and waited, but nothing happened.

  “Squat down,” James said. “Push your panties to the floor and squat over them.”

  Molly felt ill, but she did as she was told and squatted down. She looked up at James and then she felt the thick liquid dripping from her onto her panties. She looked down to see if it was pooling on the fabric before looking back up at James. “Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked.

  “Yes, Molly, you did, now stand up and put your panties on,” he said, shifting to help her up. Her legs shook and he held her against him for a moment before he reached down, massaging her cum soaked panties into her. “Now you’re going to wear these all day today and all of tomorrow until you shower okay? I want you to only think of me. Tell me, who do you belong to, Molly?”

  “You, Daddy,” she murmured into his chest and he nodded.

  “You can get dressed and go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed the top of her head and left her, swaying slightly. She got dressed but then sat on the bay window.

  “I feel sick,” she murmured, rocking back and forth. “I…I feel like I need something, like I’m on edge or something, I don’t know…”

  James glanced up from his table where he had already started working again before getting up and crossing to a locked cabinet. He opened the bottom draw and withdrew a bottle of liquid. He quickly filled a syringe and came over to her. “This will help,” he said.

  “Okay,” she responded, leaning to the side so he could poke the needle into a butt cheek and squeeze the liquid in. He wasn’t wrong, Molly felt instantly better as though she was being dragged from the depths of despair into a lighter, better place. She smiled at him and stood up, leaning up to kiss him. He shifted away and said, “Not now, Molly. We just had an intense session, we both need to recover from it.”

  “Oh, okay,” Molly said, disappointed. She hugged herself and watched him go back to his table to work before she awkwardly said, “Bye then.” He waved her off and she walked out of the room, feeling a lot better than before and satisfied that she was going to have James’ baby. She knew she was on the road to recovery and couldn’t wait to tell Lizzie.

  Chapter 4

  Molly wasn’t sure what medication James had given her, but for the remainder of the day she felt as light as a feather. She felt as though she was on top of the world and that nothing could ever get her down. The orderly took her to lunch, where she had to eat alone because she couldn’t find Riley or Jana, and then she was taken to the rec room to read. Everything was just beautiful to Molly, absolutely stunning in every way.

  She picked up a book to read and curled up on a sofa, but she couldn’t focus on the words because they kept growing wings and fluttering around her. They were beautiful little word fairies that fluttered around her head and whispered their secrets to her in a strange language, causing her to giggle unexpectedly. She didn’t even care if anyone else noticed the little fairies because they were entertaining her to no end, picking up strands of her hair and dancing with them in the air, to a soundless music that only they could hear.

  They danced and twirled and then hovered as though the music they heard had dried up like an old well, with nothing left to offer. They fluttered back and forth, as though listening carefully and then, as suddenly as they appeared, they scattered away, leaving Molly alone.

  Molly looked around slowly, as though she was under water and there was resistance with every movement. There were growing shadows in the room and she was absolutely alone, with no one else there, no one but the dark shadows that were closing in on her with every second that passed.

  Molly dropped the book she was holding to the floor and hugged herself tightly, not wanting to let go. If she did, she might completely unravel and go floating away towards the shadows, and she would never find her way back. But the shadows were getting closer and Molly started to shiver with fear as she saw multiple sets of eyes leering at her from the depths of the shadows.

  The shadows inched their way closer to Molly and a thin line formed and grew into a wide dark smile. Molly buried her face in her arms, so she didn’t have to look at them anymore, and started to shiver, feeling as though the temperature in the air had plummeted. Molly didn’t have to look up to know that the shadows were almost upon her, but she couldn’t resist the urge. She slowly raised her head and as she opened her eyes, the shadow’s face was right in front of her and in its demonic voice it growled, “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

  Molly shrieked and lashed out at the demon face, scratching at it with all that she could, but it laughed at her as she missed again and again and again, howling with laughter because the darkness enveloped her and constrained her so that she couldn’t move at all. She felt a sudden sleepiness come over her and she slowly closed her eyes, her head falling forward as she dozed off.

  When Molly opened her eyes, she could see Lizzie hovering above her holding a damp cloth.

  “Hush now,” Lizzie said quietly. “I’ve got you darling,” she added, wiping down Molly’s face gently.

  Molly tried to move but she was restrained, and she tried to talk but her mouth felt like it was filled with tar, thick and sticky. Molly tried to move her head side to side, but Lizzie shushed her again and continued to wipe her down before she dozed off again. Molly wasn’t sure how long she dozed for but when she came to again, she was alone and the room was dark. She wasn’t sure what had woken her until she realized that she could hear voices. Afraid that it was the shadow again, she tried to raise her head from her pillow. It wasn’t the shadow, but two orderlies standing at her door whispering furiously.

  Molly tried to hear what they were saying, but they were whispering so fast and so quietly that she couldn’t make any of it out. She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep but quite suddenly, she felt someone tugging at her pants and her eyes opened again. One of the orderlies was pulling her pants off while the other was standing idly by.

  Molly moaned softly and tried to shift away, but their hands were instantly on he
r. She opened her mouth but there was a thick hand over it and she couldn’t make more than a mumble against his skin. She dazed in and out of consciousness and struggled to grasp what was happening to her with each time that she woke.

  Her pants were off.

  Her panties were off.

  Someone was on top of her.

  Someone was inside of her.

  He was grunting and sweating and hurting her.

  Someone else was on top of her.

  Someone else was inside of her.

  She was crying.

  Molly woke up to the sun streaming into her room. She looked down and saw that she was fully dressed and that there was no indication that anyone had been in her room other than the fact that she was no longer restrained. The door opened and she jumped, but it was only Lizzie. Molly bolted out of bed and rushed to her sister, hugging her tightly. Lizzie was hesitant at first but soon wrapped her arms around her sister, soothing her quietly.

  “Two…two orderlies raped me, Lizzie,” she burst into sobs, crying into her sister’s scrubs.

  “What? When?” Lizzie said, pushing Molly away and looking over her.

  “Last night,” Molly said. “They came into my room and raped me while I was restrained,” she explained.

  Lizzie bit her lip and shook her head. “Molly, that simply isn’t possible,” she said quietly. “I was with you all of last night; you had a fever.”

  “No!” Molly shrieked. “No! I know what I saw, I know what I felt, they were in here, two of them, and they raped me!”

  “Which orderlies?” Lizzie asked. “Who were they? What were their names?”

  Molly stared at Lizzie, her mouth slightly open and she shook her head slowly. “I…I don’t know. I didn’t recognize them, but Lizzie, you have to believe me.”

  “Molly,” Lizzie said, taking her sister’s arm and leading her back to her bed. “You had a fit yesterday after hallucinating and attacking an orderly and three patients. You then had a fever all night. I was here taking care of you. Only me. There was no one else who came into your room last night.”