Dragged into a household
By Alamsci


Bounce, bounce, swoosh…bounce, bounce, swoosh…. that's all Tony could hear as 
he tried to get back to sleep. He lazily looked up at his alarm clock; it was 6 am. 

"What is going on?" He thought to himself. 

He had rented this room simply because it was out of the way and in a quiet 
neighborhood. He got up, rubbed his eyes and made his way to the door. He opened 
the door and he saw a young girl shooting hoops.  

"Excuse me, can you keep it down please, I'm trying to get some sleep." He languidly 
said.

The bouncing stopped and the young girl made her way towards him. As she 
approached he noticed that she was tall and well built. She was wearing a sports bra 
and spandex shorts. He couldn't help but notice her muscular arms, firm midsection 
and thick legs.

"Hi Mr. You must be the guy my parents rented out the room to."

"Well, yeah, and you are?"

"Hi, I'm Molly!" She said.

Molly must've been a few inches shorter than Tony's 5'10, but Tony felt embarrassed 
standing in front of her in his boxers and t-shirt. Her legs were definitely bigger than 
his and her arms looked thicker and more defined. 

Tony wasn't exactly an athlete, he was actually a bit chubby and basically out of 
shape. He was in his late twenties while this young girl looked like she was in her late 
teens, 18 or 19 years old.

Her face looked confident with a hint of arrogance. She had a somewhat serious gaze 
and her dark brown eyes seemed to be focused and aware at all times.

"Could you please keep it down, its 6 am and I'm trying to get some sleep."

"Look…what's your name again?"
"urr…Tony"

"Okay, Tony, I like to shoot hoops everyday at around this time, and you are more 
than welcome to join me, but I can't just stop because you want to sleep in.

"Well, I guess, I'll have to take this up with your father later on." Tony said as he 
began turning around and heading back to his room.

"Hey, Tony, instead of whining and complaining, why don't you move that fat butt of 
yours and get some exercise."

Tony angrily turned around and was about to give this little girl a piece of his mind, 
but his anger quickly turned into a premature feeling of fear as he took in her 
confident gaze and imposing frame.

Molly was confidently staring at him with her arms crossed. He took one look at her 
thick forearms and timidly turned around and headed back to his room.

"Good choice wimp, wouldn't want to kick your ass this early in the morning."

Tony stopped in his tracks, his face turning red with anger. Molly had definitely 
crossed the line.

He quickly turned around and marched towards the arrogant teenager. 

To say he was confident would be a blatant lie, but he felt he had to confront her 
before things got out of hand. 

His anger seemed to have no affect on Molly, who simply stayed put, not moving a 
muscle, but amusingly watching this chubby red-faced character fumingly making his 
way towards her. Not an ounce of fear or discomfort appeared on her face. 

"Listen here you little girl!"

"Can't hear you…your too faraway!" Molly mocked.

Sure enough Tony hadn't gotten too close to her.  He was actually a few steps away. 

Molly took two big strides forward and got into his face, "This is a little better, isn't 
it?" She sternly growled.

Tony froze in his tracks, he wanted to step back, and quickly get to his room, but it 
was too late, and his feeling of anger hand turned to timidity. His fists were still 
shaking, no longer with anger, but with fear and uncertainty.

"Now, what were you saying?" She said

Tony just stood there, not knowing what to say, "Well let me remind you, it was listen 
here you little girl…and that's where you left off." 

Tony fearfully jumped back, Molly let out a sigh and let her arms drop to her sides, 
and shook her head in disgust. "Get your sorry ass back to your room and stop 
wasting my time.

Tony could not take it any longer and his thinking was definitely blurred, so he took 
one step forward and put his fists up in a somewhat apprehensive fighting stance, but 
before he could consider his next move, Molly planted her fist into his exposed gut. 

Tony, let out a grunt, quickly grabbed his aching gut, and fell to his knees.  

Molly grabbed a handful of Tony's blonde hair and jerked his head upwards, "Listen 
here, don't ever call me a little girl!"

"Now, get back to your little room, before I really get angry!"

She let go of his hair and watched him hobble back to his room.

"Glad Mom and Dad let this little wimp rent the room, think I'm going to have a lot 
fun this summer." Molly proudly said to herself.

Once Tony was safely back into his room he quickly locked the door. He couldn't 
even make it back to his bed. He simply rested his back against the door, closed his 
eyes, and slumped down.

After wallowing in pity for a few hours he picked himself up and went out to run 
some errands.

Early in the evening he returned home, a bit refreshed, but as he approached his room, 
which was located in the Thomas's backyard he noticed Molly leaning against his 
front door and mockingly looking at him. He quickly averted his gaze and stopped a 
few feet away from Molly.

"I'm not here to push you around. Mom and Dad asked me to invite you to dinner."

"That would be great, I'll be over in a half an hour." He reluctantly blurted.

Then he looked up at her, completely focusing on her arms. "How stupid was I?" He 
thought, those arms are simply powerful, not to mention amazing

"Checking out my arms?"

"Uhh…" 

"These babies had you on your knees with one blow!" She teased as she put her hand 
through her curly brown hair while focusing on Tony's little blue eyes, which were 
planted on her dancing bicep.

 She wryly smiled and leisurely went into an impressive double bicep pose.

"Pretty impressive wouldn't you say?"

Tony was in complete awe; probably drooling too, those arms were well defined and 
looked hard. She noticed the way he was staring at her arms, and went into a side 
chest pose, her forearm was flexed, veins sexily popping up, complimented by a thin 
blue vein making its way across her stone-like bicep.

"Should've listened when I told you to get to your room, but no, your little ego 
wouldn't let you…come over here and feel this baby."

Tony obediently obliged, he stepped up and put his shaking hand on Molly's flexed 
bicep, he squeezed, but it did not give an inch, conversely, he felt its hardness and raw 
power. He tried squeezing with both hands, but her arm simply hardened underneath 
his frail grip.  He then decided to caress her unyielding power, admirably and lustfully 
of course.

"Getting carried away aren't we?" Molly yelled.

Tony realized what he was doing and hurriedly took his hands away from Molly's 
bicep, but within seconds he found his head being squeezed. Molly had instantly 
applied an excruciating headlock, his face, mainly nose and mouth, were harshly 
being squeezed against her bulging bicep. She did not stop there, instead, she 
continually grinded his face into her powerful bicep, until he had dropped to one knee.

"Next time, I give you permission to do something, be courteous about it, or I'll get 
angry, really angry!"

She then released her hold, "You got 20 minutes now.. So hurry up, wouldn't want to 
come back and drag you to dinner." She commanded.

 As she walked away Tony couldn't take his eyes off of her hard limbs, and lean 
muscles haughtily walking away.

This girl had humiliated him on two occasions and was likely to do it some more, but 
he was hooked, he loved her arrogance, her power, and her decisiveness.

Twenty minutes later he was at the Thomas's door. Mr. Thomas opened the door and 
ushered him to the dinner table. The Thomas's were a nice old couple. Mr. Thomas 
was probably in his mid sixties. An average man by all means, always smiling and 
drinking, a really laid back guy, with a red face and no hair. Mrs. Thomas had a 
stereotypical grandma look and attitude, very nice and pleasant.

As Mr. Thomas and Tony made their way to the table Mr. Thomas intoducedTony to 
Mrs. Thomas and then turned to introduce Tony to Molly, who simply raised a hand, 
"Dad we've already met, come on Tony have a seat." She said as she patted the seat 
next to her.

The Thomas's had married at a late age and weren't planning on having children, in 
other words, Molly was an accident, but an excellent one by all means.

Tony sat down and the four of them began to have a little chat before dinner. Through 
out this conversation, Tony couldn't help but sneak looks at Molly, their arms were 
almost touching, and the size difference was more than evident. She was wearing a 
sleeveless light blue shirt and jeans, which definitely gave justice to her well-muscled 
body. Her shoulders were broad and well rounded, and her neck was thicker than 
Tony originally imagined, and those arms, well, Tony knew all about those arms.

In the middle of the conversation Mr. Thomas, out of curiosity, asked, "So when did 
you meet our little daughter?"

"Oh.. this morning Mr. Thomas, she was shooting hoops."

"That's my little girl always playing sports, you know she shoots hoops for fun her 
main sport is track and field, you should see her, especially when she's pole vaulting, 
what grace…"

"Well, she's definitely a strong young woman!"

"That she is son!"

Molly ignored the two, she was not really interested in their conversation, she was 
simply hungry at this point, couldn't wait for dinner, all that exercise and lifting made 
her hungry.

Mrs. Thomas eventually went into the kitchen and reappeared with dinner. It was 
lasagna and it was delicious to say the least. This was followed by drinks. Tony felt at 
ease and was having a great time conversing with Mr. And Mrs. Thomas. Molly, also 
loosened up and was actually laughing and joking around. Something her parents 
were extremely happy to see, since, she usually kept to herself, not saying much.

After awhile, the wine was taking its toll and everyone was comfortably seated, but it 
was really time to clear the table and move to the sofa.

"Tony, why don't you help me with the dishes?" Molly nonchalantly stated.

"I'm too comfortable!" Tony jokingly said, "Maybe next time."

"I don't think so." A perturbed Molly said

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" For some odd reason Tony thought Molly was joking. There 
is no real good explanation for this behavior, except for the drinks or his ego or even a 
little bit of both.

"Don't make me hurt you like I did this morning, don't think that just because my 
parents are here I won't hurt you."

"Son, I'd listen to her, I'm pretty sure she can take you. Son I know what my daughter 
is capable of, before you say another word take a good look at her arms and then at 
yours, just so you can get an idea of what you will be up against. Let's make it simple, 
flex your bicep and compare it to Molly's." Mr. Thomas said with a somewhat 
concerned tone, for Tony's sake of course. 



Tony nervously rolled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep, it was basically flat and soft. 
Molly reciprocated by flexing her bicep as well, and what a contrast, a nice oval 
shaped bicep took shape accompanied by rippling veins, an unyielding tricep, and a 
thick somewhat veiny forearm.

The two arms next to each other were a sight to behold, total opposites to say the 
least.

"Boy oh boy…Son you better listen to her!"

Tony was embarrassed, not at the size difference, but at the situation he had gotten 
himself into, he should've listened.

"Well, since the arms are cocked and ready, let's arm wrestle." Mocked Molly

"I don't know… think I'll get the dishes!"

"Not so fast, I'm gonna slam your hand down and then your going take the dishes in 
and wash them."

Mr. Thomas looked at his wife and the two of them shook their heads in disdain. They 
could do nothing about changing the situation or convincing their daughter to back 
off. They knew her all too well.

The discomfort was apparent on Tony's face and it was more than apparent to Mrs. 
Thomas, who worriedly spoke up, "Honey, please take it easy on him, don't make a 
scene!"

"Mom, Dad, no need to worry I'm just going to have some fun with our guest, it'll be 
fun just enjoy the show, trust me!" She said with a warm smile directed at her parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas trusted their little daughter, and after that comment they felt a 
bit at ease and  smiles reappeared on their faces.

On the other hand, Tony was growing more and more fearful with every passing 
second, not to mention embarrassed. Molly, conversely, was smiling and ready to 
humiliate the guest.

Tony, sat up, and put his right arm up on the table, "flex for me!" Ordered Molly.
Tony flexed as hard as he could, but his bicep remained flat and soft. Molly put her 
hand around Tony's bicep and gave it a little squeeze, "Soft as jelly!" 

Then she put her right arm up on the table and flexed her bicep, "Feel the difference 
Tony, I know you don't mind!"

Tony tried squeezing Molly's bicep for the second time today, and to him it felt 
harder and more intimidating than the first time.

"Let me get the camera and take a few pics, this looks interesting!"

Mr. Thomas jumped out of his seat and ran to get his camera. When he got back the 
two contestants, flexed their arms for a pic, next they clasped one another's hands. 

Something had stirred the old man; he felt the need to take pictures of his daughter 
arm-wrestling this guy. In a way he was proud, but he also did not want to make his 
little girl feel ashamed of her muscles and what she had accomplished in sports so far. 
She was young and had a long way to go, family support was extremely important to 
her at this time, even if she did not feel its significance at this point in her life. 

 Tony was totally focused, Molly gave his hand a little squeeze and watched him 
wince in pain, "What a wimp!" She laughed. "Any time you're ready boy!"

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas looked at one another with big smiles on their faces. They were 
proud of their daughter. Their little show of support may be at Tony's expense, but 
the guy had it coming, right?

Tony instantly began pushing, but Molly's arm did not budge, he gave another mighty 
heave, which left him red as a beet.  He was basically putting his entire weight into it, 
but nothing, suddenly Molly flexed her arm, forearm exploded with power, bicep 
pumped, and then she relaxed her arm again, Tony looked up into her face, his gaze 
was met by a mischievous yet arrogant grin.

"Dad get ready to take another pic, try to focus on his face as I slam his hand down, 
1,2, 3"

Ahhhh…Tony let out a scream as Molly slammed his hand down.

Molly let go of his hand and stood up in triumph, while her parents cheered her on.
.
"Start picking up the plates, boy"

Tony just sat there, beaten, humiliated, and scared. He should've stood up.

Molly, instead of waiting for him to collect himself and stand up, slipped her arms 
underneath his armpits and clasped her hands behind his neck in a full nelson, then 
she yanked him up out of his seat, and increased the pressure.

Tony's arms helplessly flailed around, while Molly swayed him effortlessly from side 
to side, next, she took one step towards the kitchen and threw him right in.

Tony stumbled and fell to the ground, "Now get that apron on and get to work!"

Tony did as he was told. He cleared the table did the dishes, served dessert, and 
cleaned the dinning room table, obediently.

After he was done, he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where he 
just slumped down onto the sofa.

Mr. Thomas was the only one in the living room. He looked at Tony and said, "Son I 
know we had a great time tonight, at your expense, but women these days aren't like 
they used to be, you got to be careful, I know Molly was a bit hard on you today, but 
you're going to have to live with that. Besides your lucky she didn't get carried 
away."

As Mr. Thomas finished up his little lecture Molly walked into the room, "Now, did I 
say you could take the apron off?"

Well, I was finis…"

"That is for me to decide, now get back into the kitchen." 

Tony marched back into the kitchen with Molly following him. As they entered Molly 
put him into another full nelson and brought him to his knees. She then quickly 
released her hold and applied a relentless chokehold, which caused his face to turn red 
and tears to flow down his face. 

It's been a long and humiliating day for him.

Molly felt his tears trickling down onto her arm so she released him.

She then walked in front of him, crouched down, put her index finger under his chin 
and firmly pushed up; his teary gaze met her piercingly haughty eyes.

"From now on your our little houseboy!"