Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters Annabelle Hawthorne (ebook reader browser .txt) 📖

don’t you?” he asked. He had never done anything remotely like what he was about to do, but he could feel it now, that tiny piece of Naia deep inside his soul, holding his hand and guiding him forward through the unknown. “You want me to be rough and tell you what a bitch you are for making me come all this way to save your ass. You want me to push you around, to make you feel helpless, to take control of your fate, all so that you can talk back to me and tell me what a piece of shit I am?”

The light inside of Sofia’s eye was flickering wildly, and she was panting heavily. Through gritted teeth, she answered him, her voice a sinister hiss. “Yes.”

“Well, then.” Mike knelt and grabbed some of the severed vines. “I guess maybe we can make a little time to get carried away.” He looped the vines through his hand until he held a small collection of them, each about a foot long. Giving them a casual swing through the air, he smiled at the way the air rushed through them. Moving close to her ear, he whispered, “When you’ve had enough, the safe word is red.”

“Ugh. Even your ideas are boring,” she muttered, but Mike gave her face a push, sending her away. She snarled at him when she swung back, but he stepped aside and let her pass. Her backside swung toward him, and that’s when he cracked her across the ass with his makeshift cat-o’-nine-tails.

She let out a shriek, followed by a stream of expletives. He let her swing again, then smacked her in the same spot.

“Look at how high and mighty you are,” he told her, dragging the vines across her back. The vines holding her ignored their own touch but occasionally reached for Mike’s hand. “You can see the future, yet you fell into a trap designed for idiots.”

“Fuck you,” Sofia hissed.

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.” He playfully smacked her butt, then dragged the whip around her thighs to where he could see her breasts. “I suppose I might, if you beg for it.”

“Filthy fucking human,” she said, then gasped when he dragged the vines across her breasts. “Can’t even fucking function without a bunch of girls to take care of you.”

“Ooh, I’m hurt.” Mike pinched one end of the whip and stretched it before releasing it. It snapped up against Sofia’s breasts, leaving little red lines on her pale skin.

Sofia gasped, then moaned.

“You can do better than that.”

“Dumb luck. That’s the only thing you have going for you.” Sofia’s eye lit up, and she gasped. Mike realized that he had been about to smack her again, but she was now living the experience. Instead, he ignored her, giving her another push. She muttered at him in another language, one he didn’t recognize.

Thirty seconds. She could see roughly thirty seconds into the future. He set the timetable in his mind, wondering just how much he could do in thirty seconds. On her next pass, he hooked his fingers in the back of her pants, sliding them down to her upper thighs where the vines had her tied. She wasn’t wearing underwear, so her bare cheeks were presented before him in all their glory. Red lines stood up on her flesh, and he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. Sofia moaned, and he lifted the whip to smack her again, aiming for the left cheek.

Sofia let out a shriek, and Mike quickly changed trajectory, hitting her right butt cheek instead. Sofia screamed, her whole body spasming. Mike rubbed her ass on both sides, and she went back to moaning.

“Wow,” Cerulea said, alighting on his shoulder. “She is so damp!”

“F-f-fuck you,” Sofia sputtered. “Stop touching me!”

Mike swatted her ass with his hand, then tried to smack her again. She hollered before he hit her, so he gave her a squeeze instead, confusing her. If his theory was true, she was now feeling both experiences at once. Kneeling, he made a slit at the top of Sofia’s shirt where the tear had formed. Her breasts pushed their way free, and he marveled at how pillowy they were. Grinning sadistically, he swung the whip.

Sofia’s eye lit up, and she screamed again, but Mike changed the direction of his swing, stepping forward to suck one of her large nipples into his mouth. Sofia hollered, so he gave her breast a squeeze, then slid his fingers together to pinch her nipple and stretch it out.

“FUCK!” Sofia shuddered.

“Look at how slutty you are,” Mike told her, pinching both of her nipples now. He gave them a little tug, pulling hard enough for her body to swing. “Turned on by a worthless human.”

“You piece of shit.”

Mike gave her a light slap. Her cheeks were ablaze, and he started to slap her again. Her eye flashed, and he grabbed her face instead of hitting her, pulling his mouth to hers. She moaned loudly, biting her own lip once he stopped kissing her.

“Fucking ass.”

“Conceited bitch.” He pushed her face again, and she swung away. Moving to a better position, he let her swing into him, moving his fingertips past her ass and rubbing against her outer folds.

“For someone who hates humans so much, you sure are pretty wet.” He shifted his hand as if to penetrate her. When Sofia cried out before he could finger her, he slapped her ass instead. The thought that he was making her experience multiple sensations at once had him rock-hard. He felt a tugging at his pants and looked down to see Cerulea trying to free his cock.

“That’s not for you,” he told her, swatting her away. She blew a loud raspberry at him and turned into a fairy light, hovering over the proceedings. He alternated between lightly fingering Sofia and swatting her, either with his hand or the whip. He didn’t always change course, sometimes following through to keep Sofia off guard. Her eye glowed fiercely, and Mike wondered