This story is a sequel to Fucked by the Monster Under My Bed, by Fannie Tucker.
Since childhood, Casey has known that monsters are real. Her father didn't just disappear, he was eaten whole by one of the creatures that lurks in the darkness.
Still reeling from her first encounter with the monster beneath her bed, Casey has learned the name of the monster that killed her father. But to avenge his death, she must lure out the beast and give in to its depraved desires. In the dark of the night, Casey finds herself alone in her childhood home, naked and exposed.
With the closet door standing wide open, an invitation to her greatest fears.
Can she endure the snake monster's wild lust, or will she be destroyed mind, body, and soul?
Warning: This 6000 word story contains explicit adult content, including a scene where a reluctant young woman must sate a snake monster with an anaconda between its legs!
As the sky faded to dark purple, the room grew so dim that the closet was just a faint outline. I had to resist the urge to throw back the bedspread and burrow beneath, or better yet, to run screaming from that lightless house that held so many terrifying memories. I could find a twenty-four hour Wal-Mart, one of those places where bright halogen bulbs shone down on a warehouse-sized building full of people. I would be safe there.
But bait has to stay in the trap. I watched the closet as I lay on the bed and waited for the unseen watcher to make his move.
I didn't have to wait long. In the darkness, the closet door creaked open slowly, and a dark form stepped out.
The creature was nothing like Murgrock. Where Mugrock had been thick and burly, this creature was lean and lithe. Scales glimmered like obsidian in the dying light from the windows, liquid black and deep green. A narrow, flat head sat low on his neck.
"Jhagral," I whispered.
"You know my name," the monster hissed. "And yet you've come here. Fool of a girl. You are mine, now."
Jhagral glided across the room with the fluid motion of a snake in water. Before I knew what was happening, long limbs pulled me off the mattress and bore me to the carpet. Impossibly strong hands gripped my wrists, and the weight of his powerful legs settled on my thighs, immobilizing me.
I stared up at the serpentine creature in pure terror. Murgrock had warned me, but Jhagral was right. I'd been a fool. Only now, trapped beneath him with no possible escape, did I understand the true danger.