The Glass Dragon
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The Glass Dragon
By William W. Kelso
Trudy wasn't very smart, she knew that. The nice people who looked out for her and were her friends told her she was 'gifted', which she thought was kind of funny as she knew she was a big dummy. She didn't know who her daddy was, and her mommy had given her away because her mommy was sick and couldn't take care of her. She'd lived in some places with other big dummies like her, and finally with some nice people who didn't treat her like she was stupid all the time. And thanks to them she now had a job and her own little apartment, but they came to check on her from time to time. She was so proud of herself, she could even cook and take care of herself now, and she liked her job at the flower store.
She didn't have much, but probably didn't even realize that. Though legally mentally retarded, her handicap was not debilitating, and with some supervision she was able to become fairly independent and live on her own. Her needs were simple, as where her desires and wants. She was lucky enough to have true friends who cared for her out of love and the goodness of their hearts. Though some might find it hard to believe there ARE truly good people in the world. And so Trudy got by OK, and as it would turn out she also had another who would look after her.
Trudy was very careful how she spent her money, she knew she needed to save as much as possible, so was very frugal and made sure to recycle everything that she could. But sometimes she would see something that she just had to have, in that way she was perfectly normal. It was mostly useless nick-knacks and other junk, the odd teacup, a slightly cracked plate with a pretty picture, a piece of gaudy jewelry, the same kind of stuff every young adult buys and treasures. When she was visiting an outdoor flea market with her friends one weekend she got separated from them and found herself stuck in a sudden rain storm. As she walked between the aisles of mostly closed down booths, she heard a woman's voice call to her,
"Why don't you come in here out of the rain dearie, you're getting soaked!"
Trudy was getting pretty wet, so even though her friends told her to be careful of strangers she hurried over to the awning in front of an old trailer, and climbed the short steps into the interior.
"Thank you, my name is Trudy. It was nice of you to let me come in."
"Oh, think nothing of it dearie, an old lady said, you'd have caught your death! The temperature must have fallen twenty degrees!"
Trudy's eyes had adjusted to the dim inside of the trailer, and she saw a little old lady sitting in a chair smiling up at her, and smiled back. The lady was very small and wizened; her hair thin and white. However her eyes were clear and sharp, and twinkled when she moved her head.
"It's nice to meet you Trudy, welcome to my home. Would you like some tea or a soda pop?"
"Yes, Trudy said, I like soda. Do you have grape?"
"Indeed I do, grape is my favorite too." The old lady replied, and quickly produced two bottles of Grape Nehi.
Mabel had quickly realized the plain young girl was not quite right; that she was what some would call 'touched'. She recognized the signs; saw the pure innocence in the girl's eyes. She felt sorry for her, but in a way envied her. She would always look at the world through the eyes of a child, and would never know the things that destroyed so many people. Hate, evil, and the rest that 'normal' people were inflicted with and often suffered from, and/or inflicted on others.
Mabel collected glass figurines and 'collectibles'; including salt & paper shakers and depression glass. But her favorites where 'dime-store' figurines, the cheap souvenirs and 'junk' that even as antiques were still not worth very much. She couldn't afford to collect the high dollar stuff like Hummel's or Bing & Grondahl. But that didn't mean she didn't love and cherish her collection any less. She usually kept her collection carefully packed away, but since she'd be set up for several days at the flea market she'd unpacked some of her stuff and put them in glass display cases her late husband George had built for her. And soon her visitor had found the cases, and was staring at the little figures entranced, and Mabel had to smile at the look of wonder on the girls face.
Trudy looked at the cases full of colorful glass figures, she'd never seen anything like it. There were ballerina's, frogs, cute doggies and kitties, a fish or whale of some kind, butterflies, Mr. & Mrs. Santa, lizards, animals of all kinds, and much more. There was even a ship and some buildings of some kind. Some were painted ceramics, but most were colorful glass of every color imaginable.
"Ooooo, Trudy said, these are so pretty! How did you get so many pretty things?"
Mabel got up and stood next to the admiring girl, and told her the stories behind each and every piece in her collection. The girl listened raptly, something laughing at a funny story, or her eyes would grow big in amazement when she heard how Mabel had found one buried in a box of old rubbish, or for an amazing 25 cents at a garage sale. She had even found one just sitting on a table at a roadside park once, most likely left behind by accident by a fellow wayfarer. Mabel loved to talk about her collection, and Trudy was a most attentive audience.
Trudy sighed, and said, "I wish I could go out and such pretty things, but I can't drive and don't travel much. I have a pretty glass dolphin I got at Sea World, but that's all. His name is bubbles. You have so many pretty things!"
Mabel smiled, the girls frank amazement at her collection made her feel happy and pleased. She knew most people would think of her collectibles as 'junk', and quite truthfully a lot was. She had a sudden thought, and smiled.
"Trudy, Mabel said, how would you like to take home one of my glass figurines to keep your dolphin company? Dolphin's don't like to be alone you know."
"Oh, really?? Trudy squealed, I mean, you don't have to!"
"You're my friend, Mabel said, and I know you'll give it a good home. Which one do you like the most? Look them over, see which one calls to you, sometimes they do you know."
Trudy nodded, she knew what her newest bestest friend Mabel meant. When she had gone to Sea World there had been lots of the little glass dolphins and other fishies for sale, but the blue one had almost jumped into her hand. But there were so many!! So many pretty things, but which one!? Suddenly she saw him; somehow she knew it was a him, tucked way back in a corner by itself. It was a glass animal of some kind, but was different looking. She wasn't sure if it was a snake or a lizard, it kind of looked like both.
" Miss Mabel, what's that?" Trudy asked, pointing.
Mabel frowned a little when she saw the figurine Trudy was pointing at, of all the ones to chose! She reached in the case and carefully slid some much more colorful figures out of the way, and gingerly removed the glass dragon. It was clear glass with no color, and it had no bubbles or imperfections of any kind. It had a long undulating body with short legs, and a fancy frilly fringe down its back and whisker kind of like a catfish. It wasn't terribly pretty due to its lack of color, but it was well made. She had bought it years ago at an estate sale in upstate New York. The place had been full of all sorts of weird stuff and valuable antiques, and the old lady that had died had been even weirder. She had been into black magic and the occult, and some said she'd been a witch. Mabel thought that was a bunch of bull, but still there had been some really disturbing stuff at the sale. She'd almost left, but had bought the glass dragon on a whim as it was cheap. And to be truthful it gave her the creeps for some reason. It was so detailed for one thing, she had never been able to find any seams where the pieces were joined, and it felt warm whenever she picked it up. Normally she didn't even take it out, and only had this time as she'd wanted the other figurines from the same box. Of all the ones for Trudy to pick it had to be the weird one.
"It's a dragon Trudy, Mabel said as she handed it to the girl, it's what they call an Eastern, or Oriental Dragon."
Trudy took the glass dragon and cradled it carefully; it felt warm and slick to her touch. She traced its funny whiskers and the frill down its back, eyes wide in wonder and delight. It was so real looking, like a funny little lizard. She absolutely loved it.
"Can I really have it? Trudy asked hopefully, I can pay for it, I have some money."
Mabel almost told her to pick another one, but seeing the look on her face, and the way she was holding the glass dragon, she knew it would break the girls heart. And frankly, she wasn't that disappointed to get rid of it, even though she felt it was quite old and valuable, but no one had ever been able to tell her anything about it.
"I said you could have any one you wanted, and I always tell my friends the truth, so it's yours, Mabel said. Let me wrap it for you though, don't want to break it before you get home!"
Trudy squealed in delight, and gave the startled lady a big hug, which made Mabel laugh in pleased surprise. She waited anxiously while Miss Mabel wrapped the treasure in tissue paper and put it in a nice little box for her. She finished her grape soda, and since the sun had come back up she said she'd better go find her friends since they'd be looking for her. But before she left she got her new friends address, and gave Miss Mabel her own. Then she went to find her friends, dying to show them "Mr. Whiskers" as she had already named the glass dragon because of his funny whiskers.
Trudy couldn't wait until she got home, and took her newest treasure out of the box and showed it to her friends who made appreciative noises. And as soon as she got home she put it on the small shelf with Bubbles the dolphin. She liked the way the light shone on the clear glass dragon and the blue dolphin, they looked good together. Then she checked the mail, nothing of interest, and made dinner, watched the cartoon channel for awhile, took a shower, and went to bed. It had been quite an eventful day for her. She'd made a new friend, got to eat at McDonald's which was her favorite 'restaurant', and gotten a treasure, all in one day. She dreamed about pretty glass figurines who could talk and play with her.
As the moon slowly rose and shone through the window the beams eventually crept over the shelf containing the two glass figurines, its silvery light illuminating them. The dolphin reflected the moonlight, but the glass dragon seemed to absorb it, and its eyes glowed briefly with awareness. It had been dormant for a very long time; even it had no idea how old it was, but it had detected someone with the power, and began to awaken. It did not move, or otherwise give any indication it was much more than just a glass sculpture, but it did look and watch as it slowly awakened after its long dormancy.
Trudy had caught the collecting bug, and never missed a chance to add to her 'treasures'. She gave each and every figurine a name, but of them all the glass dragon was her favorite. A day seldom passed when she wouldn't pick him up at least once and wipe him a soft rag, and/or just stare at him in wonder. She did not realize it, but the dragon stared back; it had come to look forward to her gentle touch and her loving gaze. It could feel the value she placed on it, feel her emotions, and returned her affection. It had had many masters over the centuries, many using it for foul purposes and it had done horrible things as it had no choice, but this young girl was gentle and innocent and did not require that it perform horrors for her. It had served its owners loyally, but had never felt any true affection or love for them before. This was new to it, and it decided it liked the feeling. It was nice to have a master; or in this case Mistress, that did not use it for personal gain or vengeance. It was as content as a thing like it could be. It had not fully awoken yet, but remained aware in a contented way.
Trudy's collection slowly grew over the years, many pieces being gifts from Miss Mabel who sent her young friend's gifts for her birthday, or just for the heck of it. Trudy sent her a postcard or letter once a week; and always sent thank you notes for the lovely gifts. As was inevitable Miss Mabel eventually passed away while on the road somewhere in Colorado, but Trudy didn't know about it until she got a letter from a lawyer one day. She showed it to a friend who took care of her legal matters for her, and when she found out Miss Mabel had died, and willed her collection to Trudy, she cried and cried. She didn't care about the collection, only that her friend was gone. There would be no more colorful postcards from the most fascinating places in the mail, no more surprises waiting when she got home from work. But a few days later there were several big heavy boxes waiting in the super's apartment for her; and Mr. Garcia carried them up to her room for her. She only unpacked one; she had no room for the others. As she added all the beautiful things to her collection she didn't really pay much attention to them, she was still too upset about Miss Mabel.
Rastus had been watching the retard for awhile; she wasn't all that pretty but had nice big tits. He liked big boobs, and his 'ladies' always had big racks. He'd given up on the 'dating' thing a long time ago, now if he saw a lady he liked he just took what he wanted. He was careful though, bidding his time and making sure he wasn't likely to be 'disturbed' while he took his 'pleasure', and to make sure no one fingered him, no witnesses. Like Hell he would go back to the big house for life just for a quickie with some bitch. They all wanted it anyway, they practically begged for it, so he just gave them what they wanted was all. But he liked the loners and more helpless ones; they didn't put up much of a fight. He'd never done a retard before, and was looking forward to what it might be like. He reached down and fondled himself as he watched her enter her apartment building. Hers was way in the back, and her neighbors were mostly old folks who probably had lousy hearing. Once he got started he'd turn on the radio or TV to help cover up any sounds, but there usually wasn't much as he always brought a ball gag and other restraints with him. He'd fuck her a few times, put a pillow over her head when he was done, and then leave as silently as he'd come. Or maybe if he liked her he might take her with him and keep her for awhile until he got tired of her, that way he could really have fun and indulge his fantasies. She would be number fifteen. He stroked his boner, oh yeah; he was going to enjoy this bitch! He'd have her screaming through the gag in no time.
As she unpacked the new figurines Trudy made sure to dust them and then cleaned off her others. She picked up the glass dragon last, and remembering how Miss Mabel had given him to her she gave him a kiss, and then sat down and held him while she had a another cry about her friend. As she cried some of her tears fell on him and were absorbed and he became more even aware, and she didn't notice when his eyes glowed briefly in concern. Finally she dusted him off, and put him back in his place next to Bubbles. Then she decided she didn't want to watch TV tonight, she was too sad, so she took a hot shower and went to bed.
Rastus smiled as he saw the light in the white bitch's apartment go out, and he settled down to wait. Tonight was the night, he didn't mind waiting a little longer before he had his fun and got off. He waited about two hours, figuring she was asleep by now, and then moved down the alley, and quickly climbed the fire escape to her window. He's already jimmied the screen a few nights before, so carefully removed it. Then he pushed the window the rest of the way up slowly so it wouldn't squeak, and stepped into the dark apartment. He was in the kitchen he quickly realized, perfect. He set his bag on the table, and removed the four leather cuffs attached to lengths of rope, and the ball gag. Then he removed his clothes and draped them over a chair; his nice big throbbing cock stiff and ready, and padded silently through the apartment in search of the object of his 'desire'. As he did his elbow brushed against a small shelf and with a tinkle several small glass statues fell to the floor, and he cursed softly as he stepped on a couple and cut his bare foot. God damn it, he thought, as he balanced on one foot and pulled pieces of glass out of the other. The cuts weren't bad, but they hurt like a mother fucker. Stupid cracker, having toys around when she was full grown! He scooped up the biggest pieces of glass as he could see them in the moonlight coming through the window, and put them back on the shelf so he wouldn't step on them again on his way out. As he did one of the pieces of bloody glass brushed up against the glass dragon, and the blood flowed into the little figurine as its eyes began to glow, and it moved for the first time in centuries. It had been observing the naked male human, and knew he was there for a foul purpose, and the 'gift' of blood helped it to finally become totally aware and awake, and it was time to act, to fulfill its purpose yet again. To protect.
Rastus froze as he suddenly heard a soft sibilant rasping sound from behind him, and he sensed; more than felt, that he was no longer alone. Damn, did the bitch have a roomie?? Well, if it was another girlie, two for the price of one! He spun around, and then raised his head, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the sight before him.
The dragon flowed off of the shelf in a smooth rippling motion, and by the time his feet touched the floor he had grown to his full size. He reared up and stared at the back of the man, eyes glowing in malevolence. And as the man turned and froze in fear the dragon struck, his head darting down with a deep hiss of rage as he sank his fangs in the mans neck, his body following as it twined around the man so fast he had no chance to resist, not that it would have made any difference. In seconds the man was helpless.
Rastus tried to scream as the huge transparent monster grabbed him, sinking its fangs in his throat and turning that scream in to a gurgling moan, and before he could do anything thick powerful coils looped around his body and he was pinned. He stared into the things glowing eyes, his own wide in terror. What was this thing, some big ass snake or lizard?? It tightened its grip on his throat, and he mewled in terror as he felt it began to feed. To his surprise he felt momentary pleasure as he ejaculated from sheer terror.
The dragon had unerringly plunged his fangs into the thick veins in the man's throat, and now it began to feed, sucking the fresh hot blood from his pumping arteries, and as it drained him the dragon's body began to change color, first flushing a pretty pink color, and then slowly changing to a dark ruby red. But that was not all it drained from the would-be rapist, it also fed on his soul, draining that as well. The terrified man, knowing what was happening, could only squirm helplessly as he got weaker and weaker, and finally the darkness claimed him as his soul became part of the dragons own life force and he ceased to exist. By the time the dragon was finished Rastus was completely drained and his body was much smaller, shrunken and desiccated looking. The dragon uncoiled from around its victims body, and then taking the man's feet in its mouth it lifted its head, and opening its jaws wide swallowed the body whole with a few tosses of its head, and it was clearly visible as is slid down the dragons throat and into the middle of its body. The dark red thickened around its meal for a few minutes, and when it thinned the body was gone without a trace. Rastus had ceased to exist, body AND soul, and no one would give a damn.
The dragon, now fully energized by its delicious feeding, licked all traces of the man's blood off the floor and figurines. It knew its Mistress would be saddened by the broken ones, so it used part of its powers to repair the shattered glass and restore the figurines to perfection, then put them back in their places. Next it took the man's belonging and put them back in his bag, and threw the bag into a dumpster in the alley below, then pulled the screen back into place, removing all traces of his 'visit'. Moving incredibly silently for such a large creature the dragon went to the apartment's bedroom, and looked down at the quietly sleeping woman. Hissing softly he lowered his head and gently licked her face, and Trudy smiled in her sleep. Then the dragon curled up at the foot of her bed to keep watch, none would harm her so long as he lived. For once he had found a Mistress worthy of his loyalty and devotion.
When Trudy woke up in the morning she wasn't sad anymore, she'd had the most wonderful dream in which Miss Mabel had come to visit her, and somehow knew her friend was happy where she was now. And when she went to give Mr. Whiskers his daily dusting she was surprised, but pleased, to find out he was now a beautiful dark ruby red color with bright green eyes! And she was even more surprised when he suddenly moved in her hand and wrapped his body around and in & out of her fingers, and licked her palm. She'd known it! He really was magic!! With a squeal of delight she held him up and let him lick her nose while she giggled. He ran up her arm to her shoulder, and that was where he would spend most of his time while she was awake, but when she went to bed he would take on his full size and coil up at the foot of her bed. At least at first, but he didn't resist when she pulled him into the bed with her one night, his sleek warm scales comforting her as she slept. And eventually they became more than just Mistress and 'pet', but lovers as well in every sense of the word.
The End
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