Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

‘the little death’, after all.” Mike grinned, struggling to stand. He grabbed Beth by the wrist and pulled, but his legs wobbled beneath him. “Hey, Abella, a little help?”

Abella, who had been watching from the back door, walked into the fountain and hefted Beth with ease.

Mike stood with Naia’s help, and climbed carefully over the side of the fountain. Abella set Beth down on the chair they had brought out earlier, then carefully adjusted her dress to cover her up a bit more.

Tink walked up to Mike, Jenny clutched tightly in her hands. “Jenny go back to Vault,” she declared, shaking the doll in Mike’s face. “Jenny in huge trouble.”

“Give me a minute,” Mike replied. “I want to see the Vault for myself.” He stretched, trying to pop a sore spot in his back, when he noticed them. Dark, vine-like growths, all across the edge of the yard, twisting through the bushes. Before they had started, the yard had been clear, but now it was covered in the stuff as far as he could see around the corner of the house.

“Shit.” The Mandragora had returned, searching for a meal. It moved slowly, the vines covered in frost, so Mike felt he wasn’t currently in any danger. Still, he moved a little bit quicker than he had. “C’mon, Tink. Abella, go ahead and bring Beth inside, I’ll figure out what to do with her when I get back.”

Tink nodded, clutching Jenny tightly in both hands like she was going to run away. It made Mike wonder if she even could, the doll appearing to be nothing out of the ordinary. Mike changed into the spare pants he had left by the side of the pool-he had expected to get more than a little wet. After casting a wary eye at the Mandragora, he went into the house, following Tink to the front room and back through the kitchen. She opened a door just past the pantry, revealing a concrete flight of steps, leading down. He followed her into the darkness, squinting when she pulled the string on bulb that swung above an old freezer. The basement was empty-Mike spun around in circles looking for an additional doorway.

“Where is the Vault?” he asked, taking a look behind the freezer, half expecting to find a tunnel there.

“Vault like all special place. Have to know secret.” Tink squatted next to the freezer and pulled out a piece of chalk from beneath it. Mike watched her draw a large rectangle on the concrete wall, complete with a circle for the doorknob. After tossing the chalk back beneath the freezer, Tink knocked three times, waited, then knocked twice.

With a flash of light, the chalk drawing turned into a wooden door. Mike’s mouth hung open when Tink pulled the knob of the magic door, opening it to reveal a large room full of random objects. Long tables and shelves made Mike think of a pawn shop. Keeping a safe distance, he watched Tink stand on a steel stool to set Jenny up on a shelf in the back of the room.

“You stay there,” Tink announced, scowling at the creepy little doll. “Think about what you did.” She scrambled back out and closed the door. After a couple of seconds, it turned into a chalk outline once more.

“How many rooms in the house are like that?” Mike asked.

Tink frowned. “Tink try remember, but fuzzy in head. Remember Vault when see Jenny. But lots.”

Mike sighed. “Yeah, of course.” Shaking his head, he followed Tink back upstairs. It was time to take care of their unexpected guest.

“OW.” BETH’S BATHROOM came into focus, her eyes struggling against the suddenly harsh light. Wincing, she sat up in the bath, one hand immediately on her sore vagina. She struggled to standing, then managed to grab her towel off the rack before wrapping it delicately around her mid-section. Her legs were weak, like she had run a marathon.

Her ankle felt sprained. There was a weird, half memory of running through a cave and twisting it in the back of her mind. She put a hand against her head, wondering why it was pounding so hard. Shuffling out of the bathroom, she accidentally kicked the empty merlot bottle on the floor. Kneeling to pick it up, she dropped it in the trashcan next to the sink, and cried out when it cracked against another empty bottle within, the sound bouncing around her skull like angry ping pong balls.

“Shit.” Had she seriously downed two bottles by herself? Why? She hadn’t done anything remotely blackout drunk since freshman year of college. Rubbing her lower belly (which was oddly sore), she walked out of the bathroom and into the cool, dark apartment.

“Ah, geez.” Shaking her head in disbelief, Beth didn’t know whether to laugh or throw up. Strewn about her home were the majority of her dildos, strapped to the bed, suction cupped to the tile beneath her kitchen counter, the Delightful Dragon suctioned to the floor in the middle of the room. She nearly slipped in the puddle of lube that had formed by the side of her bed next to the overturned bottle.

She pulled a pack of Tylenol out of her nightstand and swallowed four tablets. As best she could tell, she got absolutely hammered and then gang banged herself all over the apartment. She didn’t know if she was horrified that she had taken it so far, or mad that she had no memory of it. Her stomach and leg muscles hurt, making her regret all of the orgasms she couldn’t remember.

Well, there was one. She had been having a weird fantasy—Mike plowing her from behind while a woman with blue-green hair had eaten her out. The whole fantasy was a mess of sound and light, and her vision had gone dark when she came, no doubt stumbling to the bathtub after. She shivered in delight, she sat on the bed, deciding that it was best to clean up the mess tomorrow-she had