[Fiction] The Dolls' House

[Wordsmiff]

Just to prove I’m not a one-horse pony and I can write quality drama as well as quality comedy, I present my new story: The Dolls’ House. It will develop into Adult 18+ content and therefore I have posted it in the appropriate section.

Here are the first two chapters for your delectation. Feel free to comment on them.

[Wordsmiff]

THE DOLLS’ HOUSE



CHAPTER ONE


‘I dare you to go inside that old house at the end of Shady Lane and stay inside it for twenty minutes. We’ll wait outside for you.’

The girls often spent their Saturday afternoons in the park, playing truth or dare, and they were finding it increasingly more difficult to come up with original dares.

‘But...’ Amy wasn’t sure about her friend’s dare. She knew the old house and its story. “It’s...’

‘Are you chickening out?’ Kirsty said. ‘If you are, you have to do the counterfeit.’

‘Forfeit,’ Melanie corrected her.

‘Whatever,’ Kirsty said.

‘What’s the forfeit?’ Amy asked, hopefully.

‘Hang on,’ Becky said, ‘Let’s scrum.’

The other girls huddled together and whispered so that Amy couldn’t hear them. After a few moments, they came out of their scrum and Kirsty said: ‘You have to go up to a random man in the park and ask him if you can suck his dick. If he says yes, you have to do it.’

‘What?’ Amy felt herself starting to blush. She looked around the park. ‘Okay, I’ll do the old house dare.’

The other girls laughed.

‘I knew you would,’ Kirsty said.

The four girls set off for the old house which was about five minutes walk away. They left the park at the Shady Lane gate and walked down to the house which stood alone at the far corner by the common.

Amy had often passed it on the bus on her way to school and, when she was on the top deck, she could just about see above the overgrown hedge and trees in the garden. The windows were boarded up and there was a hole in the roof where some of the tiles had been dislodged. Other than that, she knew nothing about it apart from things her friends had told her. It used to be owned by an old man who had died a few years ago and since then it had been deserted.

Amy had no idea how she was going to get inside. She hoped that there was a window or door that wasn’t boarded up. If she couldn’t get in, she’d have to do the forfeit and she was too much of a good girl to do things like that.

By the time she came out of her reverie, they were standing outside the house.

‘Go on then,’ Kirsty said. ‘Twenty minutes. Take some pictures with your phone to prove you’ve been inside. Then back out here.’

Amy took a deep breath and started walking down the driveway, which was overgrown with nettles and brambles, trying her best to avoid the vicious plants and glad she’d worn jeans and not a skirt.

When she got to the house, she looked around for a way in. The front door and windows were boarded up. One of the upper windows was un-boarded but she had no chance of getting in through that one. She walked down the side of the house to the rear. Like the front garden, the rear garden was overgrown with nettles, brambles, wild roses and other plants and shrubs.

She went up to the back door of the house and tried the handle. To her surprise, it moved.

Amy let go of the door handle and got out her phone from her jeans back pocket. If she could get inside through this door it was going to be a doddle. She just wanted to get in, take her pictures, wait the requisite twenty minutes and then get the hell out of there. Some people said the house was haunted and she didn’t want to discover whether it was or wasn’t.

With her phone in hand, she tried the door again. It opened with an eerie creak and she stepped inside. Once she was inside, the door closed behind her, startling her. She looked around. She was in a hallway.

The floor was just basic wooden boards, some of which were broken. There were a couple of loose wires hanging from the ceiling which, she assumed, should be attached to a ceiling light. She was glad it was daylight although, with the windows boarded up, even in daylight, the house was only dimly lit. She adjusted the camera settings on her phone to enable clear pictures in low light.

She walked slowly down the hallway, taking one step at a time, ensuring that she didn’t step on any loose or damaged floorboards. She took a couple of pictures with her phone.

Curiosity started to get the better of her. She had twenty minutes to wait, so she decided to have a look round. She opened another door and looked inside. It was empty and, she thought, surprisingly clean for a house that had been deserted for several years.

She closed the door again and walked further down the hallway. She could see the boarded up front door at the far end and the banister of a staircase on the left hand side. She approached the staircase and took a picture of it. There was a pile of old newspapers at the bottom of the stairs, beside the front door and she noticed that the date on the top one was almost two years ago. She took a picture of them. She wondered if she should go upstairs and take a picture of the upper floor as well, just to satisfy her friends.

She placed her foot on the lower tread of the staircase, testing it for stability. It creaked under her weight but held firm. She walked step by step to the upper landing, occasionally pausing as a tread creaked and bent slightly under her weight. When she reached the landing, she looked into the bathroom to take a picture of it, expecting it to be filthy and disgusting. It was surprisingly clean.

They’ll never believe this is the same house, she thought to herself as she took the picture.

She stepped into the bathroom. There was a bath, a washbasin and a toilet. Just basic facilities. She tried on of the taps (faucets) on the washbasin. It was tight and, when it did eventually turn, nothing came out. She assumed the water supply had been disconnected. She tried the toilet flush. It didn’t work. She wondered why the bathroom was so clean if it hadn’t been used for years. She was expecting, but hoping not to see, spiders and rats.

There was another creak on the landing behind her. She froze where she stood, staring into the toilet bowl and not wanting to turn round. What if it’s a giant rat, she thought.

‘Who are you?’ It was a croaky male voice. ‘And what are you doing in my house?’



Who is there? Find out in Chapter Two

[Wordsmiff]

CHAPTER TWO


Amy turned round to see an old man standing behind her. He looked ancient. His face was wrinkled and he had a wooden walking stick supporting him. He wore a plain pyjama top and matching bottoms. He had slippers on his feet. ‘Are you...’ she remembered the story about the old man dying. ‘Are you a ghost?’

The old man just laughed, but not in a fun way. ‘I said: who are you? And why are you here?’

‘I’m sorry,’ Amy muttered. ‘It was...’ Should she tell him the truth? She decided it would be best to. ‘It was a dare.’

‘A dare?’ the man said. ‘ ‘You like being daring do you?’ He gazed into her deep blue eyes. ‘An adventurous girl, are you?

Amy didn’t know how to respond so she stayed taciturn.

‘How old are you?’ he asked her. There was no gentleness in his voice.

‘I’m...I’m fifteen,’ she replied.

‘And very pretty, at that,’ the man said. ‘It’s been a long time since I had any real female company.’

Amy could believe that. She wondered what he was going to do.

The old man lifted his stick and pointed it at another door part-way along the landing. ‘Go in there.’

Amy looked at the door he was pointing to. She just wanted to run but the old man was blocking the staircase and she thought he looked angry. She nodded.

The old man, still blocking the staircase moved slightly to allow her to pass.

Amy tentatively stepped out of the bathroom and squeezed past the man. She walked down the landing to the door he had indicated and opened it.

When she saw the room, she was amazed. The window was not boarded up; it allowed a good deal of light in. The room was carpeted and there was a bed, complete with duvet and pillows. The room also had closets and other furnishings. It was completely contradictory to the rest of the house. This room was habitable. But the one thing which caught her attention was a collection of dolls, of all sizes and styles, scattered around the room.

There must have been hundreds of dolls. Some were undressed, others had clothes on. All were different. She noticed dolls in different national dress styles; she noticed a collection of Barbie dolls in various costumes; she noticed plastic dolls; ceramic dolls; she noticed rag dolls and, in one corner of the room, she couldn’t miss a life-size blow-up doll, fully inflated, with almost life-like features. Amy suddenly realised what the man had meant when he said: “It’s been a long time since I had any real female company.”

‘Inside,’ the man said as he walked up behind her.

‘I thought the house was empty,’ Amy said, absently as she stepped into the room.

The man followed her in, closing the door behind him. ‘So, what’s your name?’ he said, not answering her.

‘A... Amy,’ she stuttered. ‘Amy Willets.’

‘Pretty name,’ the man said. ‘Sit down.’

Amy looked around and saw a chair beside the bed. She went over to it and sat down.

‘On the bed,’ the man said. ‘Sit on the bed.’

Amy got up from the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. She could not take her eyes off the dolls. They seemed to be watching her.

‘My name’s Edward,’ the man said. ‘Do you like my girls?’

Amy realised that he had seen her staring at the dolls. She nodded in agreement. The dolls, his girls, were very pretty. She noticed that the man’s eyes were on her, looking her up and down. She bit her lower lip.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe,’ Edward said, ‘I find it very difficult to perform at my age. My...’ he gave a sharp laugh and put a hand to the crotch of his pyjama bottoms. ‘My soldier rarely stands to attention these days. I think it’s time he was discharged and returned to civvy street.’

Amy tried to smile but she was still scared what might happen to her.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

Amy was surprised by Edward’s question. ‘Er...no,’ she said, ‘I don’t.’ She had never had a boyfriend. ‘Why?’

‘No reason,’ Edward said.

Amy suspected that he did have a reason for asking but wasn’t telling her.

‘I think I’ve been here too long,’ Edward said. ‘I doubt very much if I have much longer in this world.’ He just appeared to be rambling on, rather than speaking specifically to Amy.

Amy, however, was listening intently to him. ‘Don’t say that,’ she said, ‘I bet you’ve got years ahead of you yet.’

Edward laughed. ‘Do you know how old I am?’

Amy shook her head. She obviously didn’t.

‘Older than you can imagine,’ he said, cryptically, ‘but no-one lives forever.’ He paused. ‘There’s still much I would like to do but no time to do it.’ He seemed to be rambling to himself again.

‘And you’ve been here all that time on your own?’ Amy wondered out loud.

‘Look around you,’ Edward said. ‘I’m not alone.’

Amy’s eyes wandered back to the collection of dolls.

He pointed his walking stick at the life-size doll in the corner of the room. ‘Meredith keeps me company much of the time but, at the end of the day...’ he left his sentence unfinished.

Amy looked at Meredith, then back to Edward.

‘It would, however, be nice to see a nubile young human female body again.’ Using his walking stick, he approached her, very slowly and deliberately.

Amy started to feel nervous, despite Edward’s soldier being AWOL, so to speak. Her eyes unconsciously wandered to Edward’s crotch area. She’d never seen a soldier before, either on leave or on active duty. She wondered what his soldier looked like. Oddly, she had visions of Sergeant Bilko, rather than Andy McNab.

Then, she remembered her dare. Time was passing. If she didn’t get out of the house soon, she’d fail the dare and she’d have to do Kirsty’s forfeit: suck a random man’s dick. Then she would find out what a soldier looked like. She glanced at the time on her phone. Shit, she thought, too late.

‘Are those your friends outside?’ Edward brought her out of her reverie.

Amy looked up at him and narrowed her eyebrows. How does he know the others are outside, she wondered. ‘Ye-yes,’ she said.

‘I’d like you to do something for me,’ Edward said, sitting down on the bed beside her. ‘If you do, you’re free to go.’



What does he want her to do? And how does he know the other girls are outside? Find out in Chapter Three.

[issabella]

great story i am anticipating the next chapter

[R-Bowen98]

Great story so far, can't wait to find out happens in the next chapters

[Wordsmiff]

CHAPTER THREE

Kirsty, Becky and Melanie waited patiently on the footpath outside the old house, wondering where Amy had got to.

‘Where is she?’ Becky finally asked.

Kirsty just shrugged her shoulders.

‘Should we go and look for her?’ Melanie piped up. ‘It’s been almost half an hour now and she should have been back out.’

‘Has she got a watch?’ Becky suggested. ‘Maybe she don’t know the time.’

‘It’s on her phone,’ Melanie said. ‘She didn’t want to go in there in the first place so she’s not going to be in there longer than necessary.’

‘She chose dare,’ Kirsty said defiantly.

Melanie took out her phone and started to dial a number.

‘What are you doing?’ Kirsty said.

‘Calling her,’ Melanie said, ‘to see if she’s okay.’

‘Put the fucking phone away,’ Kirsty said. ‘If she’s got stuck, it’s her fault.’

Melanie paused in her dialling and put her phone away.

Kirsty was the dominant member of the group and no-one wanted to tangle with her. ‘She’s already lost the dare because she took too long. When she does come out, she has to do the forfeit.’ Kirsty gave an evil smile. ‘We wait for her.’

A few minutes later, Amy came running up the driveway. ‘Done it,’ she called out.

Kirsty tapped her wrist. ‘Too late,’ she called back. ‘Counterfeit time.’

‘Forfeit,’ Melanie corrected her.

‘Shut it,’ Kirsty said.

Amy tried to regain her breath as she joined the group of girls. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘but I got held up. Got my...er, jeans caught on a... something.’

Kirsty inspected Amy’s jeans. ‘Don’t see any damage to them. Anyway, you were told to be out in twenty and you failed. So you do the counter...’ she exchanged a glance with Melanie, ‘forfeit.’

Amy took a deep breath. ‘Do I have to?’ She gave Kirsty a little-puppy-dog look. ‘I did the dare. Look.’ She took out her phone. ‘I got the pictures of the inside of the house.’

‘No exceptions to the rules, Ames,’ Kirsty maintained. ‘You do the count... forfeit. We all agreed at the start.’

‘Please,’ Amy’s voice started to crack. ‘I c-can’t.’

‘Park,’ Kirsty insisted. ‘Now.’

Amy put her phone away in her jeans pocket and wiped a stray tear away from her eye as she followed the others back to the park.

<<< * >>>

The four girls stood by a group of trees beside the public toilets in the park, watching people passing by.

‘Okay, Ames,’ Kirsty said, ‘You choose someone or we’ll choose for you. You ask him if if he wants you to suck his dick, or whatever words you want to use. If he says yes, you bring him up here, introduce him to us, then take him behind the toilet block where you can’t be seen by anyone except us. We’ll make sure you do it.’

‘Wh... what if... what if... he says he doesn’t want me to do it?’ Amy asked.

‘Then you get off lightly.’

‘I’m not sure how to... do it,’ Amy said.

‘It’s easy,’ Kirsty said.

‘Yep,’ Becky said, ‘Kirsty should know.’

Kirsty glared pointy daggers at Becky, then turned back to Amy. ‘You kneel in front of him, take his dick in your mouth and suck on it. Roll your tongue around it. Use your imagination.’

‘So who do you want?’ Becky asked.

Amy looked round at the people walking past, looking for a man who she thought might refuse her offer. Most of the men walking round the park were younger men in their twenties or thirties. She knew that most of them would jump at the chance. Where were all the older men when you wanted them, she thought.

‘Come on,’ Kirsty said, ‘If you don’t choose now, we’ll choose one.’

Amy chose a man who was jogging past . She thought he looked to be in a hurry and might say no. She prayed that he would. ‘That one there.’ She pointed at him as he approached. ‘The jogger.’

‘Okay,’ Kirsty said, ‘I’ll go with you to make sure you ask him.’

Amy sighed and walked out onto the path as the jogger got closer. Kirsty followed her. Amy waved at the jogger as he ran by. ‘Excuse me,’ she said.

The jogger paused, running on the spot beside the two girls. ‘Yeah?’ he said.

‘I hope you don’t mind me asking,’ Amy began, ‘but would you...’ she looked at Kirsty and then back to the jogger. ‘Would you like me to er... suck... your...’ she struggled for the right word. ‘your cock?’

The jogger raised his eyebrows, looked at Amy and said: ‘Are you for real?’

‘I understand if you don’t want me to,’ Amy added, ‘I don’t mind.’

‘Fucking do want you to,’ the jogger said. ‘Where?’

Amy could tell that the guy was thinking it was Christmas. She pointed at the toilet block and said, reluctantly, ‘Behind there.’

The jogger saw Becky and Melanie and then looked at Kirsty as well. ‘Do I get a blow from your mates as well?’ he said.

Kirsty shook her head. ‘Don’t push your luck,’ she told him. ‘It’s a once-only offer from Amy here.’

The jogger followed Amy and Kirsty up towards the toilet block and Amy took him behind he block where they were completely out of view of anyone else in the park.

The jogger pulled down his jogging bottoms. He had nothing underneath them and his semi erect penis sprung up, pointing ominously at Amy. ‘Go for it then, babe,’ he said.

Amy looked round and saw the other girls watching as she knelt down in front of the lucky guy. ‘I’m sorry if I don’t do it right,’ she said. She then moved her head closer to the jogger’s pride and joy and opened her mouth. Her mouth enveloped the now erect penis and her lips closed around it. Amy started to suck on the weapon.

The jogger didn’t take very long. Within a couple of minutes, he started to groan and moan. ‘Yeah, babe, yeah,’ he mumbled. He took hold of the back of Amy’s head with his hand and held her firmly in place.

‘He’s coming,’ Amy heard Kirsty say.

Amy felt a spurt of warm salty fluid fill her mouth. She tried to withdraw but the jogger held her in place. She felt another spurt and could not prevent herself from swallowing it. She wanted to throw up.

The jogger let go of her head and she moved away from him, releasing his penis from her mouth.

Amy tried to spit out the alien liquid from her mouth, but she had already swallowed most of it.

The jogger pulled up his jogging bottoms. ‘Thanks, babe,’ he said, ‘That was great.’ He smiled at the other girls and then set off to resume his jogging session.

Amy stood up and scowled at Kirsty. Bitch, she thought to herself. ‘So,’ she said out loud, ‘my turn to ask someone?’.

‘You know what,’ Kirsty said with a smile, ‘Time’s getting on. Let’s call it a day for today.’

You know what? Amy thought, You’ll get yours.




Will Amy get her revenge on Kirsty? Find out the answer - and the answers to the questions posed at the end of Chapter Two - in Chapter Four or maybe Chapter Five, depending on how things pan out.