The Monster's Room - Chapter 55
A quiet madness, long dormant within Marie, now gently opened its eyes.
Creak, creak.
One of the marionettes, previously hidden behind costumes in the corner of the dressing room, responded to her call.
The second marionette approached with jerky movements, picking up a lipstick from the vanity and smearing it onto Marie’s lips. The lipstick went on crookedly, as if the marionette had not yet regained full control of its body.
Once it finished applying the lipstick, the marionette stood back to admire Marie.
Her body was soaked and stained, barely covered by the sheer negligee. Red marks adorned her neck from the choking, and her face, streaked with tears, now bore the bright red lipstick.
The marionette’s pants bulged ominously. It spread Marie’s legs, draping them over the chair’s armrests, and plunged into her, moving with reckless abandon. If the chair had wheels, they would have rolled across the entire dressing room from the force of his thrusts.
“Ugh…!”
The marionette came violently. But this wasn’t enough. Marie realized that merely having s-x wouldn’t suffice to take control; she had to satisfy the monster’s basest desires. What were those desires?
Perhaps due to their connection, Marie had an inkling.
“Come here.”
Her trembling hand grabbed the marionette’s tie, pulling it closer.
This marionette, too, was stylishly dressed, in a vibrant silk shirt and tie, with light-colored dress pants that stood out even in the dimly lit dressing room. It had an impressive physique, but what it truly wanted was more intimate.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Marie pressed her lips firmly against the marionette’s head. As she pulled away, a red lipstick mark remained, like a makeshift pair of lips. She smudged the mark a bit with her thumb, then made the marionette look into the mirror.
Creak.
The marionette froze upon seeing his reflection. He touched his face in distress but didn’t remove the lipstick mark. Instead, he grabbed Marie by the hair and dragged her off the chair.
“Ugh!”
Wham.
Before Marie could even gather herself after hitting her knees on the floor, the monster forced his co-k into her bright red lips, thrusting into her throat. Lipstick smeared chaotically across the marionette’s co-k, Marie’s lips, and her cheeks, but this was exactly what the monster desired.
“Ugh! Mmph.”
Look at this monster trembling as it shoves its co-k down Marie’s throat. With a messy face, Marie smiled.
Because it’s l▉▉.
Another Othello piece flipped.
* * *
There were three members on the costume team.
The last one was a slender marionette with a boyish frame. His condition for desire was to have secret s-x among the racks filled with clothes.
Compared to the previous two monsters, he had a rather shy preference. The problem was that the insulating effect of the clothes surrounding them was much greater than expected.
“Huff, ugh, it’s too… hot!”
It was literally sweltering.
Marie panted, trying to push the clothes away, but she was grabbed by the marionette, which then proceeded to thrust into her within the pile of clothes. Marie thought that being choked was probably less suffocating than this.
When they finally finished and crawled out of the clothes pile after the third climax, the coolness and sense of freedom were liberating.
Marie lay on the floor, her body slick with sweat, still smiling.
She had now flipped three Othello pieces. The influence she had over the monsters began to show significant changes after the third one.
Thud.
The proof came when two marionettes entered through the dressing room door. Now able to wake two at once, Marie waited, but the new monsters couldn’t approach her right away.
Creak. Clunk.
The first two marionettes prevented them from getting close. The tailor and likely the makeup artist were buying time for Marie to catch her breath. The third marionette also tended to her diligently, wiping her body and bringing a silk nightgown for her to wear.
“I’m okay now.”
Feeling somewhat recovered, Marie stood before the new monsters.
Sawdust covered overalls, unusually developed trapezius muscles and arms, and a hammer in their hands. Marie realized these marionettes were carpenters who worked on the stage sets.
She smiled at them.
“Would you like to have s-x with me?”
Would you like to have ▉▉ with me?
The carpenters, true to their trade, had strong waists, and even Marie, who was accustomed to horse co-k, let out a cry as they shoved themselves into her. However, what they truly desired was to have s-x in front of the other marionettes.
“Ah, ah! Aah! Aah!”
Thrusting harshly from behind, Marie was held in place as another carpenter approached and inserted his fingers where the first was already penetrating. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slapped her b****t before pushing his c-ck into her alongside the first one.
“……!”
Standing with two co-ks in one hole, Marie’s feet lifted off the ground. The two carpenters took turns thrusting into her, their strength allowing them to hold and f-ck her relentlessly without rest.
After a long while, satisfied and having gained control over them, Marie’s body collapsed to the floor.
Creak.
A new marionette knelt beside her, meeting her gaze. Marie smiled, realizing there were three more monsters behind this one.
One became two, and two became four.
They were multiplying.
