A monsters and a woman making love. 18+

I had never thought of that before, not in all my years. It was the most appalling thing I could imagine, but it turned me on like nothing else. And then she pulled her hand out of me and let go, and the monster lost his grip on my arm as well.

He fell back onto the bed beside me, panting hard with the effort of holding himself up for so long. I lay there staring at him, unable to move or speak. He looked down at me and smiled. "You're going to be such a good girl now," he said. He reached forward and touched my cheek tenderly with one finger. Then he got up off the bed. His cock remained erect, though now it was starting to soften. "I'll see you again soon."

I wanted to stay awake and watch him leave, but I couldn't. My eyes drooped closed and I drifted off into sleep. When I woke up, I was still alone. The next day a sex Scene between the monster and the woman played back over and over inside my head, and I knew what I had to do.

The first step was easy enough: I would have to find a way to get that tape out of my head, because when I tried to think about anything else, it came right back. But I could understand why it did that; it was trying to make sure I remembered the lesson. I'd just have to wait until it wore off.

Then I realized that if I was going to do this, I needed something more than just the tape.

Then the monster come back to have sex with me again, and that gave me an idea.

It was time to work on my second target.

***

My second target was another one of those small, dirty little rooms in another part of town. This one had been occupied by a young man named Cal who worked nights as a janitor at a nearby warehouse. He lived alone, and every morning he went to work cleaning up after all the other people who worked in the building. At night he watched TV and drank beer, and sometimes he had sex with a stripper or two.

That's how he died.

That's right. A few weeks ago Cal was getting ready for work when someone smashed the window in his bedroom and shoved their way inside. Cal fought back, but he was no match for the intruder—they beat him unconscious and tied him up. They took everything they could find, including the television set, his stereo, and even his clothes. When he woke up later, he found that some of the things were missing, and that the rest of them had been rearranged. They had left the beer and liquor he normally kept around, and they had also taken the marijuana he smoked occasionally.