Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 017

Oliver's grin faltered, then returned even 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, she found it distracting. "Has anyone ever won the game before and left?"

Oliver's eyes lit from within, his yellow eyes 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 cotton blue 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, gently 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 her engorged clitoris 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, or 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. Releasing her breast, she pulled the fabric of her panties to one side, teasing her hole with her other hand, running her fingers along the edges of her vagina, 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 down 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, pushing her fingers up as far as they would go, 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, pushing 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 against her own fingers. "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 their own volition. 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 remember her part of the bargain, she pulled her soaking wet fingers from her aching pussy, and held them before her eyes. Long strands of her own cum clung between her fingers like spider webs. 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, dipping 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 his forked tongue slowly licked her fluids clean. 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," Beth told him. "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. "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, sliding her arms along his waist. His body felt hot through the fabric of his clothes, and he responded, his arms sliding around her waist.

She was in no rush at all.

-

The gears sat before her, 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 beneath her fingers, 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.

"Hmm?" Dana looked at the clock. It was nearly 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, gently picking 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 the lip of the inside. She spun 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 clock face 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 down, she gave the pendulum a push, watching 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 swung gently back and forth, Dana's eyes 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 in to explore the old house, help repair some other antiques in his house. She could finally afford to fix up the bike and go on her road trip.

Lying down with a sleepy smile, she allowed the clock to lull her to sleep. Sinking into dreams of Alex, she listened to the ticks as they came 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 cast a shadow." She held her hand over 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 held 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. "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 very 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. "So what are you going to have me do next? Dance for you? Tell you a joke? Help you with your taxes?"

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. If you forfeit the game now, maybe we could arrange a little extension, spend a millennium getting to know each other."

"Hop on one foot maybe?" Beth hopped up and down to demonstrate. "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 in popularity in recent years." Oliver fumbled with his pants. He pulled his cock free, holding 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. "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 thick he already was. His thick foreskin peeled itself back, revealing the soft flesh beneath. It 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," he told her. "But only at first."

Beth opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing his frenulum with her tongue. He tasted of salt and fire, bringing forth a torrent of childhood campfire memories that played behind her eyes like a movie theater 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 running her tongue all 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. Pulling her mouth back, she realized that he had somehow gotten wider, the edge of his dick bumping against the back of her teeth.

"Mmm?" She asked, trying to pull herself free. He swelled even more inside her mouth, and she pulled him free with a loud POP. The ridge of his cock was expanding upward, looking 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 told her, then shoved himself back in her mouth. Part of her wanted to fight, to pull his cock free before she was stuck on it. She struggled to breathe, the head of his cock pushing 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 slightly blade shaped, that it filled her mouth so nicely, and that it 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.

"Gllgull," she muttered, spitting all over herself and his shaft. The second ridge pushed past her teeth, and the first ridge past her tonsils. She felt him touching the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex, but it no longer mattered. She had found her happy place, her sweet spot, the moment where she had full control over her body. How many times had she spit roasted herself with her bizarre dildos, trained herself to take an odd cock deep in her throat, cum violently enough that she left bite marks in one of her toys? This was the real deal, and she was determined to experience it to the fullest.

"That's my girl," Oliver said, watching in amusement while Beth forced her head forward. Beth adjusted her body, allowing his dick to move just a bit farther down her throat, her fingers tracing circles on the third ridge of his boner. She pushed his pants even farther down, seeking out his scrotum only to discover a large, fleshy pouch with a pair of giant testicles inside.

Beth pumped the demon with her hand, gargling on his shaft. Oliver sighed with pleasure, petting the back of her head, his long fingers stroking her neck. Her jaw hurt, forced ever wider, but she didn't care. She swallowed, her throat closing around the tip of his shaft, waves of heat washing over her when Oliver moaned. Those pulses hit her in the gut, stoking the fire she had already built, pushing her to the limit.

"You are something else," he told her. She felt him tense up, and quickly pulled herself off of his dick, his magnificent member shining with drool. A long line of spittle trailed from the tip of it to her mouth.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he said.

"No, you told me to blow you. Not to completion, I may add." Beth grinned. "And the last thing I want is to find out that eating your cum counts as food in this place."

Oliver laughed. "You are a tricky one! For the record, my sexual fluids are safe to eat." He winked at her. "In this place is a reflecting pool. The person who left spoke the words of magic at the pool and then fell into it. By this process, they were able to leave this place."

"What are the magic words that I need to speak at the reflecting pool?" Beth asked, licking her lips. Oliver was breathing heavily through his nose, his yellow eyes practically sparkling.

"Fuck me." Oliver undid his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His legs were covered in the same fur, and his knees bent in the wrong direction. Stepping out of his pants, Beth's eyes widened at the cloven hooves on the end of his legs.

"I thought you'd never ask." Beth spread her legs apart, running her fingers across her swollen clit. She could feel the heat of her cunt through her fingers, practically steaming now from the fire within. Sucking Oliver's dick had been amazing, and the thought of fitting it inside her now consumed her. "How do you want me?"

"Like this." Oliver pushed her backward, her legs pointing at the sky. Grabbing onto her thighs, he used one hand to place the head of his cock against her pussy, rubbing the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles, teasing her soft lips.

"Oh, God, please," Beth moaned.

"Shh." Oliver leaned forward to place a finger against her lips. "That word is off limits here." He ran his fingers down her throat, squeezing one of her breasts through the fabric of her gown. "Aren't you worried it isn't going to fit? Aren't you scared? A little terrified?"

"Don't you fucking stop." Beth hunched forward, grabbing Oliver by the hips. His hair was coarse between her fingers, and she grabbed a handful of it on both sides. "Now are you a man or a monster?"

"Once I start, don't you dare think about quitting," Oliver warned. The red hue of his face was darkening, and his eyes narrowed to a pair of angry slits.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Beth pulled him into her. His cock forced her pussy wide, then slid in beyond the initial ridge. She felt him swelling up inside of her, his hot breath on her stomach. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him even farther, gasping as the next ridge stretched her wide. Grunting, she used her hands and her legs to pull him deeper still, moaning in delight when she passed the third ridge. Oliver grinned, his sharp teeth on display from ear to ear.

"You really are a freak, aren't you?" He asked. Beth nodded, rolling her hips in lazy circles, savoring the sensation of his thick ridges on the inner walls of her vagina. His dick flexed inside of her, coiling up like a snake and pushing against her G-spot. He was hot inside of her, the heat almost unbearable, but she couldn't stop thinking about the weird shape of his cock, the stiff hair between her fingers, and the large, glowing horns on his head.

Glowing? Beth stared in awe as Oliver's visage sharpened. He grabbed onto her hips, holding her in place as he pulled himself out of her by one ridge. Beth arched her back, clutching her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could as Oliver pushed his way forward, ever deeper into her. The air filled with his growl, a terrifying sound that made her think of a symphony of predators, each one lending a voice to the chorus.

His fingers clutched her even harder, his dark nails growing into sharp talons. Oliver pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His skin shifted, something beneath the surface fighting its way to the top.

Oliver opened his mouth, his long tongue unrolling, his teeth lengthening into sharp points. Sharp fingers clutched at her hips, and Oliver growled when he thrust into her again.

"Ow!" Beth felt a surge of pain followed by an immediate surge of lust. The pain was momentary, but the feel of his body pushing against hers was her panacea, her reason for living, for letting this being have its way with her.