The Monster's Room - Chapter 54
“Aah, don’t shake it like that, aah!”
The marionette shook the measuring tape wedged in Marie’s v-lva. The flexible yet firm, almost sharp edges of the tape scraped against her cl–oris, l-bia, and perineum. Each time it happened, Marie’s body jolted, and she lost her footing, falling.
The tailor tightened his grip on the tape just in time.
“Ow!”
Marie ended up sitting on the tape with her full weight. Her body bounced once before rolling on the floor. Oddly enough, given that this was a dream, it didn’t hurt as much as she expected, but the unfamiliar sensation made her curl up.
“Ugh. Ahh. Ugh.”
The tailor watched Marie, who lay on the floor, rubbing herself. The barely-there negligee revealed her e***t n–ples and sweat-soaked skin. The fabric clinging to her sweaty body added to the e****c sight.
Especially enticing was the sight of her flushed, exposed v-lva peeking out from under the hem of the negligee.
Creak.
The marionette grabbed Marie’s arm and lifted her. Limp and unresisting, Marie was led to the dressing table and pushed against it.
The marionette lifted the flimsy hem of her negligee, placing it in her mouth. With her trembling lips gripping the fabric, her b*****s and v-lva were fully exposed in the mirror.
Only then did the tailor unbuckle his belt. With a brief moment of reprieve, Marie observed the marionette through the mirror.
Tall and lanky, he looked striking in his suit. His rolled-up sleeves revealed well-defined muscles in his arms, suggesting considerable strength in his hands.
She thought that if he had a face, it would likely be a stern one.
“Ugh, ah. Ugh!”
Thunk!
The marionette’s p–is penetrated Marie from behind. Yes, from behind. After all the tormenting and probing, whether with fingers or the tape, it was her an-s that the sharp p***s roughly entered. Ironically, her an-s had tightened back up as if it had never taken a horse’s member before.
“Mm, ugh…!”
Cold sweat broke out. Her front was okay since she held the hem in her mouth, but the thin fabric clung to her back, giving an unfamiliar sensation as it stuck to her spine.
Thunk!
“Mm, ah, ugh, ugh.”
Thunk, thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Marie braced herself against the dressing table, trying to withstand the force behind her. Thunk, thunk. Her forcibly opened an-s burned. The grip on her hips was unexpectedly strong, and her position was unstable.
Yet, the expression reflected in the dressing table mirror was one of undeniable arousal. Unlike the familiar monsters she had been with, s-x with this new entity was unfamiliar and thrilling.
“Aah! Hmph, ugh, cough, cough, haa!”
Thunk, thunk, thunk!
The tailor’s thrusts grew more intense. His hands moved from gripping her hips to roughly squeezing her b*****s, driving into her with fervor. The hem of her negligee, which she had dropped during a fit of coughing, now gently covered her.
Moments later.
“Ugh, aaah.”
Warm se-en filled her anew. The marionette’s body heaved as if panting heavily, leaning its weight onto Marie’s back. Her upper body pressed against the mirror, misting it with her heated breaths.
As the marionette pulled away, Marie caught her breath. She knew from experience that these creatures never stopped at one round. Sure enough, the tailor lifted her hips slightly. This caused Marie to stand on her tiptoes, feeling every inch as the marionette’s p–is slid into her already sticky and wet insides.
The marionette’s p–is was blunt and firm, scraping against her inner walls. It felt like a rough wooden bat thrusting inside her. Its size filled her snugly, and Marie, unintentionally, let her guard down.
“Gah!”
She paid dearly for that mistake.
The marionette had wrapped the measuring tape around Marie’s neck and was now choking her with it.
For a moment, Marie suspected it was another trick of the nightmare, but seeing the frenzied marionette reflected in the mirror confirmed it was not. Shockingly, this was the creature’s own inherent se-ual perversion.
“Ah, guh! Ugh! Ugh…!”
Marie’s face turned red from the choking. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as painful as expected—probably because this was a dream. She was caught in a precarious state where she could barely breathe, enduring this rough treatment for who knows how long.
“Gah!”
Marie suddenly felt the tight grip on her neck intensify as she was pressed fully against the mirror. Her cheek and b*****s flattened against the surface, but the tailor didn’t let go of the measuring tape, pulling it taut while his body stiffened for his second climax.
Thunk. Thunk.
His se-en mixed with Marie’s fluids, dripping to the floor below. The climax of both Marie and the marionette mingled into a messy concoction on the ground.
“Gah! Hah, cough, cough!”
The measuring tape loosened from Marie’s neck only after the marionette finished his second come. No, it was more accurate to say it happened after she fully took control of the monster.
“Hah, ah! Ha, ha…!”
Marie’s guess had been correct. By deeply engaging with the marionette, she could interfere with its control, and she finally managed to seize it. Supported by the tailor as she sat down on a chair, Marie couldn’t help but laugh.
She had found a way.
She didn’t know how many times she would need to repeat this, but it didn’t matter.
Because I love you.
“Because I love you.”
