Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

  Or somebody. She really hoped that he couldn’t read her mind because she was banking on the idea that he would think she would be unwilling to play his game. A large hippo statue waved at her enthusiastically from the other side of a small hedge, so she waved back. The garden was charming, but she was fully aware of the danger it hid.

  God, the thought of it was making her wet.

  “I have decided.” Oliver appeared before her, the air reeking suddenly of matches and coal. “We shall play a game. Winning the game means that I will tell you how to leave. Losing the game means that you remain here with me, forever.” His hands were on her, a fresh prize in his sights. She felt the power of his touch, the heat of his flesh through her nightgown. “What do you say to the terms?”

  “How can I trust that you will keep your word?” Beth asked, putting a delicate tremble in her voice. She needed him off guard, to see her as a victim. Oliver most likely thought he had already won, but what if he could read her mind? What if he was already two moves ahead of her and knew about her deception?

  “Demons cannot tell a lie when directly asked. We can twist the truth, or deceive, but the nature of any indentured servant such as myself is the inability to lie.” Oliver shrugged. “It is quite the inconvenience, but it makes me very good at what I do.”

  “Winning means that you allow me to leave unhindered. You nor anything here will attempt to stop me.” Beth winked. “I also accept your terms on the grounds that the process for leaving is actually possible for a woman of my abilities. I would hate to discover that leaving requires the use of magic or transforming into a bird and flying away.”

  Oliver’s grin faltered. “What are you, some kind of attorney?”

  Beth moved close enough that she could smell the wine on his hot breath. His confusion was genuine, and his eyes had flashed earlier when she’d asked him a question. It would seem he only knew something if he was asked about it. Perfect. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

  Oliver laughed, his eyes crinkling in delight. “Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you!” He waved his hand, and they were back in the gazebo. Curtains hung from the windows, transforming the gazebo into a room. The food was gone, replaced by a series of soft, leather chairs.

  “We have a deal?” Beth asked.

  “Absolutely.” Oliver bowed, indicating with his hands that she should sit on the couch nearest to him. She did his bidding, crossing her legs slowly. “Now, the rules for this game are simple. You are allowed to ask me any three questions, which I will answer truthfully. However, I will ask you to perform a task for me before I answer any of your questions. You will use these three questions to figure out how to escape from this place. The game ends when you either refuse to complete a task or you figure out how to leave. Do these rules make sense to you?”

  “I think so,” Beth told him. “However, prior to the game itself actually starting, I want to clarify a few of these rules.”

  Oliver frowned. “You do?”

  “I do. You see, my concern is that the task you give me may also be impossible to complete. For example, task one may be ‘remain here forever,’ in which case I can neither complete the task nor get my question answered. Now, doing such a thing would, I believe, be in direct violation of the nature of the game, which is to permit me the opportunity to earn my freedom. In that case, however, this would not be a game at all, but a way for you to torture me for your amusement, thereby invalidating your statement about honesty from a demon.” Beth examined her fingernails. “I have a hunch that you were hoping I had a question about the rules, thereby using one of my three allotted questions and earning you a free task.”

  Oliver’s grin returned, bigger than ever. “Oh, you really will be fun! Okay, I’ll give you this as a freebie. None of these tasks are impossible to complete, though you may find them distasteful. However, I will test you to see how far you will go to escape this place, and I intend to win.”

  “Sounds fair. But there’s no reason we can’t be friendly about it.” Beth patted the cushion next to her. “So let me see. I want to get out of here, but I know if I ask you that, you will find a way to stonewall me.”

  “Perhaps.” Oliver slid onto the couch next to her. “It seems that you are taking the game to heart. Trying to predict how your question can be twisted to serve my own needs. Very interesting. I rarely encounter a human who puts this much thought into things.”

  “I’m sure you have some interesting stories.”

  “I do.” Oliver smiled. “I must admit, this game is a favorite of mine. I have played it many times before. I enjoy watching the human psyche at work, whether it is building itself up or breaking apart.”

  “I’m sure you do.” He was so close to her now that she found it distracting. “Has anyone ever won the game before and left?”

  Oliver’s eyes lit from within, his yellow pupils dilating. He inhaled deeply, taking in Beth’s scent.

  “Masturbate for me,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to watch you lick your own cream off your fingers.”

  “Interesting choice,” Beth told him, turning on the couch. She spread her legs, revealing her blue cotton panties to him. A damp spot had long ago formed in the crotch, and she massaged her swollen labia through the fabric. It was like taking a drink of water after eating a pepper—it eased the burn but only for a second. Beth squeezed her breast, massaging the underside and lightly twisting her own nipple.

  Oliver’s gaze was intoxicating. He never blinked, his grin a permanent fixture on his face. He had turned to see her better, sitting on his knees. Beth realized that his jacket was long gone, and he wore just his button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks. Rubbing herself through her panties, she let out a tiny moan.

  “Good,” Oliver told her, licking his lips. Beth saw that the end of his tongue was forked, and she wondered how it would feel between her legs, if he could capture her clitoris between its folds, massaging the sides of it through her skin while he parted her lips with his fingers.

  Beth shivered, the muscles in her pelvis squeezing. She pressed up through the fabric, teasing her opening with her covered fingers, moving them from side to side. Her labia parted gently beneath her touch, the soft fabric of her panties sliding across the entirety of her sex, stimulating her everywhere at once.

  “Mmh,” she moaned, staring deep into Oliver’s eyes. She focused her attention once more on her slit, tugging her clitoral hood upward, causing her swollen clitoris to drag across the underside of the fabric. The cotton was just rough enough to send another thrill up her body.

  Oliver watched her for several minutes, a grin fixed on his face. She could see him growing hard through his trousers, make out the long, thick shape of the cock hidden beneath his clothes. She wondered if it would be a weird color and if it was extra thick. Maybe it had thorns, or two heads, or…

  The first wave of pleasure passed through her body, and she flooded her panties with more of her juices. After releasing her breast, she pulled the fabric of her panties to one side and teased her hole with her other hand, running her fingers along the edges of her vagina and dipping her fingers in gently. She would barely go in farther than an inch, swiveling her fingers around, pushing against the inner walls to stretch them out. The muscles in her ass twitched with anticipation, and Oliver drank in the sight, crouching to get a better look.

  “You are good at this,” he told her.

  “Plenty of practice,” Beth said, switching to two fingers. Her hips rose of their own volition, attempting to force her fingers even farther in. She angled her hand upward and allowed her pussy to swallow both fingers, moaning out loud. Pressing tightly against her clit with her free hand, she rubbed herself furiously, shoving her fingers up as far as they would go and spreading them apart inside. She pictured the demon pushing himself into her, then a dragon, then a werewolf, her mind blending together any number of fantasies, mo
ving her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck…fuck…” Beth panted, pulling her hand out long enough to add a third finger. She rubbed her clit hard now, her orgasm building, her pussy tightening. “Fuck…fuck…FUCK!” Crossing her legs, she used them to push her hand up into her pussy, the inner walls clamping down on her fingers like a vice. She let out several moans, cries that broke free of her and saturated the air. She felt the rush of cum on her hand, a sticky pool forming just beneath her ass. Gasping for air, she stared through Oliver, her mind in another place entirely for over a minute.

  Suddenly remembering her part of the bargain, she pulled her soaking wet fingers from her aching pussy and held them up. Long strands of her own cum clung between her fingers like spiderwebs. Making eye contact with the demon, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, letting out a delicious moan of approval.

  Oliver watched her come down from her orgasm, his hungry eyes on her body. Beth pulled her fingers free from her mouth and dipped them once more between her legs, catching a tiny bit of cum on her fingertips. He took her hand in his own, his skin warm to the touch, and slowly licked away her fluids with his forked tongue. He sucked her finger into his mouth, which immediately stoked the fire in her belly once more.

  “Yes,” he answered. “Somebody has won this game before, and they did leave.” His eyes glowed softly. “I didn’t expect you to do it. Not without some hesitation at least.”

  “I’m not like the other girls,” Beth said, winking. “I was happy to put on a show for you.”

  “I could tell.” Oliver’s grin had reappeared, but there was more behind it. “I wonder what else you’d be willing to do for me?”

  “You only have two more chances to find out. Make the best of them.”

  “Oh, I sincerely doubt that. I have a feeling that you and I will be spending plenty of time together in here.” Oliver licked his lips again. “What is your next question?”

  “I’m not in a rush to ask.” Beth sat up, putting her face near the demon’s. With only two questions left, she needed to make sure that they were the correct ones, and it was hard to focus right now after masturbating in front of a demon. “And I want to give you plenty of time to think of what you’ll make me do next.” She placed her lips against his, then wrapped her arms around his waist. His body felt hot through the fabric of his clothes, and he responded by embracing her.

  There would only be one chance to leave this place. She was in no rush at all.

  The gears sat before Dana, intricately linked to one another, held together by small metal posts. Using a pair of tweezers, she delicately slid the last one into place, experiencing an enormous amount of satisfaction watching the teeth slide past each other.

  “Holy shit,” Dana muttered, giving the gear a gentle push. The whole assembly rotated smoothly, the crisscrossing motion of the metal gears instantly soothing her heart and relaxing her soul. She kept pushing on the gear with the side of one finger, delighting in how easily the whole assembly spun. It was nearly soundless.

  Dana looked at her phone. It was almost five in the morning. She had been up all night, and her whole body suddenly felt it. Her spine cracked when she extended her hands backward and stretched, her shoulders popping loudly. Yawning, she examined the inside of the clock, then picked up the gear assembly. She separated it into three pieces, smaller bits that she could install. Sliding the first one in, she felt a sudden sense of elation watching the cogs in the back adjust to allow the repaired piece in. The second piece moved in just as smoothly, lining up dead center behind the face of the clock. A shit-eating grin on her face, Dana picked up the last piece and pushed it into place.

  The final gear caught on the tooth of another, so she rotated it until it was lined up and then inserted the rest of the assembly inside the clock. Squeezing her hands tightly in anticipation, she closed the clockface and used the key to adjust the hands. She twisted the dial until the time was current and then pushed the key into a different slot, winding up the spring within. She could feel the gears resist, and she only gave it a couple of turns before pulling the key free. Kneeling, she gave the pendulum a push and watched it sway back and forth.

  Tick, tick, tick, said the clock, the second hand moving around the face.

  “That’s right, motherfucker!” Pumping her hands victoriously, she jumped up and down, yelling in triumph. She had done it; she had fixed the clock! Rubbing her hands together, she sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her handiwork. The pendulum’s movements were soothing, and her eyes were suddenly heavy.

  She needed to tell Mike she had fixed it. She would probably drop by tomorrow, have him come over and help her move it onto a truck or something. She pictured the look of surprise on his face, maybe an invitation to explore the old house, help repair some other antiques. She could finally afford to fix up the bike and go on her road trip, and some extra money certainly wouldn’t hurt.

  Lying down with a smile, she allowed the clock to lull her to sleep. Sinking into dreams of Alex, she listened to the ticks as they became slower, eventually becoming the gentle waves of her dreams.

  “This place is so strange,” Beth said, staring across the tops of the hedges. The distant sky was blue, but had an eerie tinge to it. “There’s no sun, but it’s bright like the middle of the day. Yet nothing casts a shadow.” She put her hand above one of the nearby hedges. It was a subtle difference, one she had only just noticed.

  “You could ask about it if you like.” Oliver placed his hand over hers. “Or maybe I could make you a great ball of fire and cast it in the sky.”

  “Your prison is a strange place.” She turned, her hair flowing dramatically behind her in a nonexistent breeze. “People have won this challenge before, some better than others. What was the exact process, in detail, by which the most successful winner of this game left this place?”

  Oliver’s eyes flashed. “You are persistent, aren’t you?”

  “I’m determined to see your weird version of truth or dare through to the end.” Beth tugged down the front of her nightgown, revealing the skin between her breasts. “After all, I’m sure you’ll come up with something good. I’m hoping you ask me to do a sexy little dance or maybe even talk dirty. Definitely hoping that you don’t ask me to help you with your taxes. I imagine it’s been a long time since you’ve filed them.”

  Oliver laughed. “I do hope you can keep that sense of humor when you are trapped here with me for an eternity. Well, not an eternity. You will die eventually; all things do. If you forfeit the game now, maybe we could arrange a little extension, spend a millennium getting to know each other.”

  “Oh, please. I’m totally winning right now.” Beth grinned, doing her best to hide her fear. She imagined he was going easy on her for now, but what if she really did end up trapped here? He had healed her injury earlier; what manner of torture could he come up with? “C’mon, give me something good.”

  “You seem pretty confident for a woman who is about to spend the rest of her life trapped in this place.”

  “And you seem pretty confident for a demon that is about to lose.”

  “You have a quaint saying that has gained popularity in recent years.” Oliver fumbled with his pants. He pulled his cock free and held it gently in his hand. It was dark red, the color of fire, with thin black lines across its flesh. “Suck my dick.”

  Beth licked her lips with a sense of relief. This task would be easy enough. “I thought you’d never ask.” She knelt at his feet, running her fingers along his shaft. His cock was starting to harden in her hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, coaxing the blood to flow where she wanted it.

  “Be careful down there,” Oliver warned. “This isn’t like any cock you’ve taken before.”

  Oh, I doubt that, Beth thought. She slowly pumped his shaft, marveling at how hard he already was. His rigid foreskin peeled itself back, revealing soft flesh b
eneath. His cock was the color of ebony and just over an inch thick.

  “So far, I’m not seeing anything too different,” Beth told him.

  Oliver smirked, then ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m going to be gentle. But only at first.”

  Beth opened her mouth and licked the bottom of his cock until she reached the top, then teased his thick frenulum. He tasted of salt and fire, bringing forth a torrent of childhood campfire memories that played behind her eyes like a movie in fast-forward. The base of his dick was covered in a thick fur that spread to the rest of his crotch. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she sucked him in, taking him to the back of her mouth and moving her tongue along the bottom and sides of his dick.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, looking up at him. He was still smirking, caressing the sides of her face gently with his fingers. Moving her mouth back, she realized that he had somehow gotten wider, the edge of his dick bumping against the back of her teeth.

  “Mmph?” she asked, trying to free herself. He swelled even more inside her mouth, and she yanked him free with a loud pop. The ridge on the head of his cock had expanded and now looked like the bony frill of a triceratops. His thickening cock glowed with a sinister energy, and she watched in awe as a couple more ridges formed behind the first.

  “Some demons don’t like to pull out,” he warned her, then shoved himself back in her mouth. Part of her wanted to fight, afraid that she would get stuck on it. She struggled to breathe, the head of his cock against the back of her throat, the next ridge pushing hard against her teeth, forcing her mouth to open even wider. Every logical fiber in her body screamed warnings at her, told her she had taken it too far and that the game was about to become dangerous.

  The lustful part of her, however, noticed that his cock was tapered and much thicker at the base, that it filled her mouth so nicely, and she couldn’t wait to feel such a thing deep inside of her core. Drooling in anticipation, her fingers trembling, she grabbed Oliver’s cock, stroking it furiously with her own spit. The smirk faded from his face, replaced by astonishment. Beth was determined to take us much of him in her mouth as possible, to impress him and keep the game going.