Radley's Home for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

The house shrank away in her rearview mirror, a many-layered mystery she was hoping to explore a bit more sometime. The drive to the office was fast-the home was in the older part of the city, meaning it was closer to the new business district that was built ten years ago. Stopping inside, she dropped off some of the paperwork Mike had already filled out for her, and then made a couple notes on her work computer.

  When she got back in her car, she smiled at the doll. “You’re much too special to just be tossed.”

  She had been obsessed with the house since she was little, and she wasn’t yet ready to part with such an unexpected treasure, no matter how creepy it was. The doll had a porcelain face with a cloth body, and it wore a pale red dress. It stared up and out the car window as they drove, and Beth contemplated how ethical it would be to keep or sell it. Technically, Mike had given it to her for disposal, but now she worried what sort of implications it may have if it turned out the doll was somehow worth a lot of money.

  She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. Beth lived by herself, and found that The Highrise was the perfect place to live. It had a gym that she frequented on a regular basis, a pool that was open during the summer, and she was only minutes from the big shopping center that had the best clothing stores for forty miles.. She picked up her files and the doll, got out of the car and headed inside. She entered the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor.

  On the ride up, she held the doll gently, inspecting its face. The dark eyes looked sad, as if it somehow knew it had been given away. She wondered what little child had owned the doll, once upon a time, and if it had been loved.

  She also wondered if it was wearing underwear. She lifted its skirt to reveal a carefully knit pair of white panties. Feeling weird for even thinking such a thing, she tucked it under her arm when the door opened and walked down the long hallway to her apartment. It was small, but it was hers. Only six hundred square feet, it had a tiny kitchen which turned into her bedroom. She never bothered having company over-there were plenty of more interesting places to meet friends in town. She set the doll on the counter next to her files and walked into the bathroom.

  Finishing her business, she came back out to see that the doll was facing toward the bathroom. Had she set it down that way? Shivering, she walked into her kitchen to prepare herself some tea, then pulled the loose-leaf mint from its tin and stuffed it in her tea ball. She added a liberal amount of honey, then stirred it gently with a silver spoon as it steeped.

  “What am I going to do with you?” she asked the doll.

  The doll answered her with a blank stare. Beth picked it up and walked over to her bed. Above it were cute little box shelves to place books and other collectibles in. She made space for the doll by tilting a signed copy of The Hobbit to one side, then slid it onto the shelf. When she fiddled with the doll to get it positioned in a way that looked nice, she realized that something was written on the bottom of its left foot.

  “Jenny,” she said aloud. The y had been written backwards, a testament to that long-ago child who had loved such a thing. “Ok, Jenny. I guess you’re my new roommate for the time being.”

  She picked up her tea from the counter and walked over to the large bay window that overlooked the city. She opened the curtains to the waning light of afternoon, and turned the crank on the window, letting in some fresh air. The evenings were hard on the building’s aging HVAC system.

  Beth sipped her tea, staring out the window of her apartment. The park across from her building was hosting multiple soccer games, kids of all ages storming the field, swarms of flesh and colors running back and forth on a green canvas.

  Beth’s phone dinged, announcing a new email. Beth opened the MacBook on her nightstand and saw that the Historical Society had sent her an email.

  Beth sighed. Elizabeth was super persistent. She opened the email to discover that Elizabeth had left some paperwork at the office for Mike to look over. In an odd way, she hoped that Mike would keep the house. There was something cute about his awkwardness, and maybe even a little sweet. He had been nice enough, and he at least looked in her eyes rather than at her breasts when she spoke to him.

  Not that she would have minded if he had looked. Maybe just a little. She undid a couple of buttons on her blouse and let her left hand run gently across the newly exposed skin of her breast, a hungry sensation forming in her stomach. Cupping her hand along the outside of her blouse, she could feel the lace of her bra through the thin fabric. She shivered, picturing Mike’s eyes on her body, imagining that monster in his pants swelling up. She had noticed that the bulge in his jeans was clearly tucked down one leg. It had been easiest to see when he had laid in the tub, his arms spread wide as he remarked on the largeness of the tub.

  “Hop in. Plenty of room,” he had said, that vulnerability about him momentarily gone. He had blushed, suddenly shy once more. It was everything Beth could do not to crawl in with him and pounce.

  Beth shivered, the gnawing sensation in her gut growing larger. How long had it been? So many long hours lately, not enough time to enjoy the simpler things. Suddenly, her tea was too warm for her, the flavor too bland. She needed something stronger, something to help her loosen up. She meticulously washed the teacup out by hand in her kitchenette, staring at the foot of her bed, across from her mirror.

  Not yet. She opened her fridge and pulled out the bottle of merlot. She smiled as she poured it, feeling her pussy getting moist already. It was a ritual, a familiar one, her Pavlovian response kicking in. Merlot was her weakness, a single glass shattering her inhibitions, the drink responsible for most of her sexual conquests. Drinking merlot almost always meant getting fucked, taken roughly, trying something new.

  She put on some music, the Bluetooth speaker above her bed singing to her from her playlist. She sipped her wine, swaying her hips to the music, delighting in the sensation of her thighs squeezing together and catching just the tip of her lips through her panties, tugging gently down on her clitoral hood.

  One hand held the glass, the other squeezed her breast. She was her own lover for tonight, the one who would pay attention to all her needs, the one who would help her toward that sweet release. The wine was half gone, and she set it down on the kitchen counter before approaching the door to her closet. She opened it, then kneeled to take off and put her dress heels in the empty spot of her shoe rack where they belonged.

  Tucked to the side of the rack was a hard-shelled briefcase that had once belonged to her father. It was black, with a pair of combination locks on the latches. She picked it up and carried to her bed, then laid it on its side before putting in both combinations. While she wasn’t worried about somebody stumbling on the case, she couldn’t afford to have it accidentally open when guests were over.

  She opened the case and the afternoon light from her window illuminated the contents. Swinging by the kitchen counter for her glass, she sipped at her wine, contemplating the collection of erotic dildos inside the case. They weren’t just ordinary dildos-each one was drastically different, meticulously crafted into odd-shaped cocks that could only be found in the kinds of fantasy novels hidden away from the public. There were six of them, organized left to right by overall size.

  Beth trailed her fingers across each one, shivering in anticipation. She needed something special tonight, needed to be paralyzed with pleasure, to shake until she collapsed. She pulled out the Delightful Dragon, nine inches of solid rubber, its head half the size of her fist and the shaft with large bumps all the way down.

  “You’ve come to take me away to your lair, haven’t you?” she whispered to it, her voice saturated with the odor of wine. She traced all along the head of the cock with her fingers, making circles around the nubs. “But I’m afraid my kingdom doesn’t have any gold with which to repay you. Maybe we can come to an arrangement?”

  She kissed the dragon dildo on its narrow tip. “Perhaps a mutually beneficial arrangement?” She licked at the thick, wide ridge designed to ho
ld the head inside of her. She paused to sip some more of her wine-she hadn’t eaten in hours, and it was going straight to her head. She let the dildo rest between her breasts, savoring the sheer heft of its weight against her bosom. It was by far her heaviest.

  The playlist had shifted, the music suddenly deeper, more rhythmic. She knelt at the foot of her bed and pushed the suction cup of the giant cock against the hard, wooden frame. She had spent hours sanding this particular spot, making it as smooth as possible for this. She reached beneath the bed and slid out her yoga mat before folding it in half.

  “Oh, you are a dirty dragon, aren’t you?” she whispered, the wine drawing out her inner self, the Beth who wasn’t afraid. She pulled the clip out of her hair, allowing it to fall free of its imprisonment. She turned her back to the dildo and stared in the mirror across from it. Swaying her hips from side to side, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She untucked her shirt and pushed her breasts forward. “Do you like what you see?”

  Beth let the beat take her. She moved in time with the music and ran her hands across her breasts and down to her hips. She paused long enough to finish her glass, her whole body floating from the sudden rush of alcohol. She opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube.

  “You’re so big, Mr. Dragon.” She knelt in front of the rubber cock and spread her legs wide enough that her pencil skirt stretched all the way up her thighs, revealing the creamy skin that separated her black stockings from her panties. Squeezing some lube into her hand, she gently stroked along the hard rubber, her other hand rubbing her labia through the soft, already-wet fabric of her underwear. She took just the tip of the dildo in her mouth-she had learned the hard way long ago that the ridges were just a little too big for her, and had spent several seconds gagging on it when she tried to pull it out. “You’re so thick, too. I’m afraid you might split me open.”

  Beth stood, facing the mirror as she undid her blouse some more, leaving just the bottom few buttons. Her reflection looked like she was caught off guard, given her messy hair coupled with her untucked shirt, which she hiked up. She twisted sideways and slid her panties down, pulling only one foot out and leaving them hanging off her left ankle. The mirror was angled just right that she could see her entire body, how her ass became one giant curve when she bent all the way over.

  People often made the mistake of thinking that she wore the clothes she did to attract the lustful eyes of men and women alike, people who often nodded their approval, or even voiced their disapproval, but there was a fundamental truth underlying her wardrobe selection, one not readily guessed.

  She wore these clothes for herself. They made her look and feel sexy, and she loved how slutty they made her look in the mirror.

  “Oh God, Mr. Dragon, be gentle.” Beth lowered her torso, her breasts pushing into the floor as she wiggled backward, feeling the head of the dildo bounce against her ass. She reached back with one hand and expertly aimed just the tip of the slippery cock into her hungry snatch, maneuvering back just a little bit further to keep it from accidentally falling out. She moved her hips in a circle, shivering as the wide edges of the dildo rubbed against her labia. She stared into her own eyes in the mirror, savoring the desperate edge they had taken on. Watching that horny woman swivel her hips made the hunger greater, and she pushed back on the dildo.

  “Oh!” The first time the head slid in was her favorite part. It spread her wide, the slight pain quickly dissolving in the warm pleasure that followed. Shuddering, she used one hand to rub her clit, her long fingers also exploring the edges of her pussy, feeling how tight the skin was, how far apart she had been spread. The light, fluffy down of her pubes had been trimmed short, the hairs rubbing gently against her skin. “Oh God, Mr. Dragon, please go slow!” She grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pushing herself even farther onto the dildo, crying out as it filled her up, stretching her inner walls to their limit. “Oh, please, not so fast!”

  Grunting, Beth forced herself as far as she could go, the dildo still too big to be taken all the way. It bent slightly, her ass slamming into the edge of the bed. The woman in the mirror was going feral, her hair tangling in itself as Beth rode the cock in mini thrusts, the large head pushing up against her cervix, making her whole stomach shift.

  “OH GOD! FUCK ME, MR. DRAGON!” She arched her back, slamming her cunt onto the rubber dick now, her whole world narrowing until it was just her and the woman in the mirror, the one whose eyes were beginning to roll upward, her breath coming in hot bursts through her open mouth. She collapsed forward, frantically rubbing her pussy with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other, dragging her nails over the soft fabric, pretending they were barely-restrained talons. She could feel his hot breath on her back, smell smoke and stone. She was trapped in the dragon’s cave, forced to fuck him to save her people.

  She looked up, gazing into the desperate eyes of her innermost self, stars twinkling in her vision as the pressure built, her hungry body begging for more. Her stomach muscles clenched first, tightening down through her ass and then her legs. She wrapped her feet around the leg of her bed, gaining just enough leverage to shove herself onto the Delightful Dragon, cramming every inch she could into herself.

  She massaged her labia with her fingers, feeling the tight rubber as it penetrated her. She let out a long, loud moan as it filled her up, the pressure building to a crescendo. She pushed against the floor with her other hand, desperate to fit as much of it in as she could.

  The fingers on her pussy became pinched between her and the wood on her bed, the Delightful Dragon flexing dangerously inside, pushing out on her lower belly. Beth clamped a hand over her mouth, capturing a scream as she sprayed the floor with cum of her own, two milky bursts of fluid that coated the yoga mat. Gasping for air, Beth collapsed, her breasts pressed to the floor and her rear in the air, still impaled on the rubber dick..

  She lay this way for several minutes, her pussy throbbing with both pleasure and pain. She leaned forward, grunting as she squeezed the cock with her vagina, delighting in the chills it sent down her spine. When she got to the end, the wide ridges of the head held the dildo in place.

  She could have just pulled it out, but she wasn’t finished just yet. Using both hands, she ran her fingers over her pussy and her inner thighs, then teased her clit as a second orgasm built. She craned her neck, watching the desperate woman in the mirror once more, how her hips shook while the second orgasm built.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged, her eyes watering as the large cock head was gripped by her tightening pelvic floor muscles. Warmth flooded her belly once more, and she opened her eyes wide to watch the slut in the mirror as she lost control.

  When her orgasm hit, she let out a yelp, pushing back on the cock. Her womb filled with fire once more, the contractions stretching out in duration as her whole lower body lit up in pleasure. Mouth open, gasping for air, she waited until the moment her orgasm was about to end, then pulled herself off the Delightful Dragon, the head stretching her lips impossibly wide.

  Like lightning, her third orgasm struck, and she collapsed on the floor, running her hands along her hips as she squirted again on the yoga mat. It was a trick she had discovered on accident over a year ago, one that didn’t always work. Tonight, however, the need had been great enough that Beth cried softly to herself in relief, running her hands up and down her thighs as the fire left her, and the room suddenly grew cold. She stared at the wall, letting her whole body relax, her mind going blank while tiny moans escaped her lips.

  Through her window, distant cheers drifted in from the soccer game.

  BETH ATE HER DINNER in silence, sitting at the counter of her kitchen with her Kindle, reading the latest thriller from Dan Brown. She now wore a t-shirt and fleece pajama pants, her hard nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her apartment was colder than usual, even though she had turned the heat up. Her kitchen sink was full o
f soapy water-she was soaking her stockings to try and get her cum off of them. On a couple of occasions, she had gotten too wild in her masturbatory escapades and ripped holes in them. There was also the time she had spilled her bottle of lube everywhere-that had taken over an hour to clean off her hardwood floors.

  Sighing, she rubbed her lower belly, still a little sore from earlier. They had been her best orgasms in recent memory. Her strange infatuation with monster fantasies had begun as a teen, when she had seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The young girl Lucy had been lured to the garden, where a beast-like Dracula fucked her while sucking her blood. It had sparked something in Beth she could never speak of to her friends, or even future lovers. It was something so primal, yet forbidden.

  What would people think if they could see her, desperately fucking dildos stuck to her own bed, her clothing in disarray and her hair a tangled mess?

  Beth shivered. The thought both terrified and excited her.

  After finishing her meal, she checked on her stockings, and squeezed the soap out of them. Satisfied that they had survived, she hung them up to dry in her bathroom, which was still warm from her post-masturbatory shower. She had been in there almost half an hour, the warm water soothing against her sore cunt. Fucking the Dragon always left her sore, but the payoff was worth it.

  She set her alarm, then crawled into bed, intending to read for another hour. When she turned around to adjust her pillows, she caught it out of the corner of her eye, the gap in her bookshelves. The Hobbit lay at an angle, the space Jenny had occupied now empty.

  “Oh, shit.” Beth checked the space between her mattress and the headboard. It wouldn’t be the first time she had knocked something loose by banging her bed against the wall. She pictured the doll, its porcelain features shattered. Pulling the mattress away from the headboard revealed the floor underneath, but no sign of the doll. She lay on her stomach and crawled partway beneath the bed.