“Apple Valley…” Josh smiled as he piloted the big U-Haul, setting his hand on Molly’s knee as they trucked along the narrow street. “Home sweet home!” He laughed out loud as he beamed towards his new wife, the idyllic scene of the quiet suburban streets almost out of a movie while they passed by rows and rows of two-story Colonial houses. In the gleam of the sun through the windshield, the glint of Josh’s freshly made golden band caught Molly’s eye. Gently, Molly placed a soft hand right on top of Josh’s own, turning his over so she could hold it, her diamond shining in the light of the sun. Molly smiled, and laughed at her elated husband...they had done it. They had really done it.

Josh and Molly had gotten married less than a month ago. They’d been dating since they met in college, and right after graduation they had landed sweet gigs all to themselves. Josh popped the question, within the year they were married and...closed on a new home, out in the sweet, quiet suburb of Apple Valley. Far enough away from the city to keep work at work, but close enough to enjoy the occasional jaunt out for a night of fun and drinks that could only be enjoyed in the early days of marital bliss. The U-Haul screeched to a stop at the foot of their new driveway, their real estate agent beaming with joy as she strutted up to the U-Haul.

“It’s so good to see you both!” The agent was practically giddy as Molly and Josh stepped out of the U-Haul, the agent’s perfectly manicured hand giving Josh the keys almost as soon as she’s able. “Aren’t you exciiiiiitedddd-uh?!” The agent laughed, the sentiment echoed by both Molly and Josh. Molly nodded, the agent looking around the street, giving them the lay of the land on the mundane details of the neighborhood: the trash schedule; the importance of recycling to the HOA; the HOA itself. For the most part, Molly tuned it out, until the agent began to talk about the neighbors.

“...Well, for the most part its a good mix. Almost all of your neighbors are fairly quiet, but I’ve heard your next door neighbor, Ms. Breslau, is something of a social butterfly. I’m sure you’ll get along well!” That was about as much as Molly had thought about the neighbors, she and her new husband beginning the moving process with gusto.

The next day, a perfectly pressed pink envelope found itself in the mailbox – addressed “To the Lady of the House”, with no return address. An invitation card, to a “Welcome Dinner” hosted by Francine Breslau, hosted in Molly’s honor, exclusive for the ladies of the neighborhood, insisting on a semi-formal attire. Molly, though hesitant to attend, RSVP’d at her husband’s urging…

Molly’s fairly small heels clacked against the weathered concrete of the pathway leading up to her house, bringing along the gift that she had bought for Francine’s welcoming party. Josh didn’t think it wise, but Molly just wanted to be the best neighbor that she could be – her Midwestern sensibilities getting the best of her. Molly had arrived particularly early, perhaps an hour or two ahead of the rest of the guests. As she approached the door, Molly put on her best smile and quickly rapped her hand against the entryway. The sound of shuffling met her, and as the door swung open, Molly was taken aback by what she had seen.

Before the young woman’s very eyes, there she stood, her raven hair, her fair skin...the woman was voluptuous, her perfectly done makeup putting Molly herself to shame as her full lips gave a broad smile. Clearly, Francine wasn’t the youngest bird in the neighborhood – her Crow’s Feet had belied that to Molly almost immediately – but she was certainly one of the most beautiful. “Oh, hello! You must be Molly!” Francine gave her a warm embrace, guiding her in to her tastefully appointed home. How had Molly not noticed Francine before? True, they had been so preoccupied with unpacking that she hadn’t thought to visit...was this real? Molly shook her head, putting the thought out of her mind as she followed Francine through the entry of her home.

“Thank you for doing all of this Ms. Breslau, really…” Molly chuckled, Francine giving her a soft smile, “Oh, it’s quite alright, darling! Just a small gathering for such a lovely young lady.” Francine took the gift from Molly’s hand, setting it on her kitchen island as she poured two glasses of lemonade, stirring it for a moment before approaching Molly.

Francine smiled as she passed Molly the glass, “Thank you, Ms. Breslau…” Molly took a swig of the glass, Francine smiling as she set hers aside, setting her hand on top of Molly’s, “Oh, please, sweetie…” Molly’s head started to feel like lead, her vision slowly starting to blur. Francine’s voice was distant, an echo in her mind as she tried to keep her wits about her, “Call me Frankie…”

Several Hours Later

Molly jolted awake, her head pounding as she jolted up in an unfamiliar bed. Molly’s dress was still on, her phone and handbag meticulously laid out on the night stand beside her. Molly checked her phone, the time was well past 10:30 at night, but she’d had no messages or calls from Josh for the whole evening. Molly unlocked her phone, checking her messages. One message sent at 9:15, “Staying late to clean up, babe. Luv ya!”

Molly’s feet were heavy against the wooden floor, her steps ungentle as she made her way out of the room, then down the stairs as best she could. Curiously, as she found herself at the foot of the stairs, she spotted her high heels placed neatly by the door. Much of the house was dark, save for the dining room table ahead of her, where Francine sat with a coffee mug in her hand...and a laptop in front of her.

“Well, well...lovely Molly.” Francine smiled as she took a sip from the mug, gesturing for Molly to take a seat. “You’d have loved the party – well…” Slowly, Molly hobbled her way closer to Francine – any thoughts of demands choking in her throat as Francine turned the laptop to face Molly.

“I’d say you did.”

Frozen in front of her, the still of what seemed to be a several hour long video. Molly lay prone in the image, her dress rolled up to above her butt cheeks, a man straddling her legs behind her. Molly’s eyes were half-shut, her big wedding ring glinting in the light of the camera, hands in a death grip on the bed sheets. The man thrusting into her had a firm hold on her hair, while two other men were clearly in the room with them, waiting their turns, cocks in hand.

Francine’s smile turned to a Cheshire Grin, eyes turned to slits as she sipped her coffee again, “So, dear...what are we going to do about this?”

Well, that was a bit of a read, eh? Glad you made it down here and read it all, and I hope your mind is brimming with ideas. There's obviously a few ways that this could go, and there's a few different people to play! If you're a submissive reaching out, I'm more than happy to play Ms. Breslau, or if you're looking to be the dominant you could play Breslau or one of the men she keeps around for just such an occasion. What does Breslau want? An obedient latex doll? A servant? Is she looking for something more exotic? I'd love to hear more!

Don't feel like the concept of the prompt is married to the men, the only core characters to this are Ms. Breslau, Molly, and Josh.

Please do not reach out to me with a direct continuation of the prompt, and do not reach out via Reddit Chat. These will get your promptly ignored.

CORE KINKS: Blackmail, non-con/dub-con, forced lez, training, degradation, humiliation.

HARD LIMITS: Vore, Snuff, Scat, and Sounding.