6 comments/ 216846 views/ 77 favorites The Monster Under the Bed By: Goldeniangel Danielle was the perfect daughter that anyone could ever wish for. 5'7", light brown wavy hair, hazel eyes with laughter in them, good grades, friendly, cheerful, lots of school activities. At 20 years old she was in her 2nd year at the University of Delaware. The only problem with her was that whenever she came home, inevitably, she would end up screaming in the middle of the night, waking up her parents, and she would insist - every time- that there was a monster in her room. Her parents were exasperated with her, she should've gotten over something like this years ago, after all she'd grown out of it when she was 8, they didn't understand why - after she'd left for college - that she would claim that there were monsters in her room. And only in her room at home, never at college. What her parents didn't know, was that there really were monsters in her room. Two of them, one in her closet and one under her bed. They weren't the normal kind of monsters anymore though. When she had been younger she'd had the normal monsters that every kid has, and as she'd gotten older, they'd moved on to another house, that had younger kids to terrorize. These monsters were actually demons, they liked to prey on people's fears, and ever since Danielle had left for college, she'd been subject to a lot of fear. Meeting new people and making new friends had been hard enough, but now there were also the ever present college fears - fear of being date-raped, fear of attack, fear of date-rape drugs... all the fears that every girl who's in college has to face. These demons were attracted to that sexual fear. It fed them, kept them strong... any fear would do really, but these two demons had found that they had something of a fetish for young human females, their sexual fears were so strong and so varied. So whenever Danielle came home, eventually the demons would notice and come prey in her house. They were planning on moving to a new neighborhood soon because they liked to have new specimens every so often. Before going, however, it seemed wrong to leave without giving their victims a nice goodbye. Besides, their goodbyes were so amusing and pleasurable for them. Other demons might not understand their taste for humans, but really it was just that the fear became so much more enhanced by these farewell encounters. That night, Danielle was already having trouble sleeping. The very air seemed charged with some kind of energy, some kind of foreboding that this was not a normal night. She shivered underneath her covers and pulled them more firmly around her slim body. No use calling her parents, they didn't believe her anyway. Not that she could blame them... what other 20 year old still had monsters in her room? Stupid... dreams... they had to just be dreams. Closing her eyes, she told herself to go to sleep. Creak.... Danielle bolted upright in bed as her closet door opened. Dreaming... I'm dreaming remember? The same dream, always. The tall, scaly, grey creature stepped out of the closet, forked tongue flicking from its long snout. Coal eyes burned in deep set eyes, and its curly horns pointed towards the ceiling as it stepped forward to the foot of her bed. Dreaming... I'm dreaming, Danielle reminded herself as she stared at the creature. As usual. Then, as usual, the other creature, identical in every way to the first except that it had a slightly reddish hue to its grey scales, slid out from under the bed. Dreaming... no real creature could slid and be standing like that, like it had no bones. Even monsters had to have bones. As usual, the one at the foot of her bed pulled her covers down. She shivered in her thin pajamas... dreaming... I've probably just kicked the covers off me she thought. Time to wake up. At least she'd managed not to scream this time. Time to wake up. The creature next to the bed reached for her, its touch burned her skin as it grasped her arm. She screamed, as usual... only... only... this time nothing happened. No parent's yelling... no one coming into the room exasperated with her... she screamed again. Nothing. It almost looked like the creatures were smiling at her. She couldn't know that they'd used their powers to shut her room into something like a bubble... no sounds were going to get out, and even if she somehow managed to get away from them, she wasn't going to be able to get out until they released her. The one next to her bed used its clawed hand to rip the top of her pajamas to shreds, while the other did so with her pajama bottoms. Her nipples stood out at attention in the cold air, the shock of it bringing her back to life. Nonstop screaming now, she jumped up, tried to get past them to the door... but the one next to her bed easily caught her in its scaly grip... it felt hot to the touch, almost too hot to be touching her skin. Screaming and struggling, she was forced to kneel on the floor in front of the grey monster. Horrified, she saw its long 12" cock jutting out in front of it, the cock was bright red and at least as thick as her wrist. The creature pinched her nose with its scaly fingers, forcing her to open her mouth to breath. Immediately, the cock entered her mouth, causing her to gag as it burned her tongue and began to force its way down her throat. The creature behind her lifted her arms above her head and let the grey one hold her hands there as it began forcing more and more of its cock down her throat. Choking and gagging, she didn't realized where the reddish one had gone until it was spreading her knees apart, and sliding between her legs, underneath her kneeling body. Her panties were torn off, and then she could feel something flicking along her pussy. The creature was using its forked tongue to lick at her pussy, savoring the taste of her juices. It pushed up into her pussy, longer and thinner than any cock, pulsing inside of her. Dear god... she couldn't actually be getting any feelings of pleasure from this! The grey creature garnered more of her attention as it finally succeeded in pushing its entire cock down her throat. Danielle thought she was going to die, choked to death on a monster's cock. Fortunately for her, the demon's didn't want her dead, and the one in her mouth began moving its cock in and out of her mouth, giving her time to breath as the monster cock vacated her throat for brief periods of time. Underneath her, the reddish creature was still licking at her, only now it moved its tongue out of her pussy and into her ass. She shuddered at the feelings, she'd never had anything in her ass before, and it felt very strange and uncomfortable. Clawed hands reached up to grab her breasts, hard, pulling at them and twisting them, then gripping them so tightly that the claws nearly broke her skin. Pinching at her nipples and twisting them roughly, she was streaming tears at the pain in her breasts and her throat, her fear was pulsing wildly, making the demons even stronger. The one in her mouth pushed all the way down her throat again and held. Burning green fluid fell down her throat into her stomach as it came in the girl's mouth. She was choking and trying to flail her arms, making her boobs bounce on her chest even more, while the reddish creature was knocking them around. The one in her mouth pulled out, to her dismay it's cock's size was in no way abated, it was just as big and frightening as before. Pulling her off the reddish creature, the grey one let go her hands and gripped her waist, picking her up off the ground. The reddish one stood up and spread her legs, holding her up from behind. She could feel its hard dick digging into her back, it felt impossibly long and thick, and she realized what was going to happen. There was a little bit of fight left in her, and she began struggling again as the creature in front of her positioned its dick at her vulnerable pussy. Hitting it with her hands did nothing, it didn't even notice. Sobbing, she realized that there was nothing she could do. The creature began pushing its burning path into her pussy, stretching her more than she'd ever been stretched before. It hurt, and she screamed and tried to hit the creature again as it pushed its way steadily in; she was in pain and screaming and crying. The creature ignored her and began working its way in and out of her pussy, enjoying the soft human's body, much softer than any demoness' would be. Putting its arms around her, the demon held her immobile to it, its dick firmly lodged in her pussy, pushing painfully up against her cervix. In the arms of her monstrous lover, Danielle sobbed and hung limply, like a rag doll, totally worn out... until the one behind her began pushing its way into her ass. More screams, pleadings now for the creatures to stop... she felt like she was being torn apart from the insides by baseball bats. Her ass was stretched and burning around the thick long shaft that pushed its way in, making her stomach cramp. Totally full of demon cock, Danielle finally completely gave in, as they pushed in and out of her in rhythm, totally oblivious to the girl's state of being. On and on it went, her body flopping, breasts bouncing, the two poles burning her insides. Her ass and pussy were stretched to their utmost, full of demon cock. Grinning evilly over her shoulder, the one in front looked at the one in back... time for the finale. Never stopping their rhythm, the one in back gripped her breasts and began kneading them, while the one in front began rubbing her clit. Against all her belief's, everything negative that had happened, Danielle climaxed, screaming out her passion and orgasm as the twin cocks began spilling their burning seed into her body. Sobbing at the intense orgasm, they rode her out until every last drop of pleasure finally deserted her. Leaving her on her carpet, naked, greenish fluid beginning to leak from her pussy and ass, they were satisfied with this farewell. Humiliated, raped by unknown creatures, she had still orgasmed... the worst fears of any woman. The demons went off into the night... on to the next victim. The Monster Under The Bed An only child searching for companionship, finds a new playmate. I was an only child. A small child surrounded by adults. No one to play with, to talk with, to even fight with. I begged my parents for a brother or sister. I didn't care which, just some one else to be with. For whatever reason, it didn't happen. We lived in a small town and there were no children living on my block. No kids near my age for two blocks. I learned to read early on and that helped some. Dick. See Dick. See Dick run. Run Dick, run. Jane. See Jane. See Jane run. Run Jane, run. Okay. The plot really thickens when they bring Spot, the dog, into the scheme of things I learned to make things using newspaper and paste from flour and water. I could color. I could hide in the bushes and climb some trees. I just had no one to be with. I wasn't old enough to express my thoughts. At first, I wasn't old enough to even understand the feelings I had. Much later, school would help some. Within a few years, I could go to the homes of other kids, after school and on weekends. By then though, I had found the solution to my problems. It had been there all along; it just took a while to realize it and make it work. Like all children, I think, I sensed a presence in my room. Even as an infant. It didn't do anything, it was just there. I could feel it. As an adult, I've seen babies coo and giggle in their crib when no one appeared to be around. I fully understood the process that few adults comprehend. They were communicating. A lot of children make up an imaginary friend as a playmate, talking to them and pretending to play with them. That's a pretty accepted norm. All it takes is a vivid imagination, an ingredient that many children have in abundance. That's great. More power to them if that satisfies their need but I always felt a need for a little more solid companionship. A brother or sister, younger or older. Two way communication for exchange of ideas. As my mind grew, I thought about it more and more. Then one day as I was sitting on the floor of my room; I really felt it. There was something under the bed. I couldn't see it, it just was. I started talking to it. Yes, it. Hey, I was a little kid. What did I know about gender? I knew that boys and girls were different but that was it. Anyway, back to it. I tried hard to get it to understand me and know that I wanted to talk with it. Would it come out? Could it come out? Seemed like valid questions for starters. I finally got an answer, of sorts. It was a thought, in my mind, not a noise out loud but I could feel it as though it had been spoken. Hey, that's neat. How'd you do that? Will you talk with me? Can you talk with me? I had made a breakthrough. When we started up, it got interesting. I said my name but it signaled that it already knew it. When I enquired about it's name, I was given a mental picture of something that resembled Arabic writing, or worm as I call it today, the sound of which was unpronounceable for me. I thought a bit and then asked if Jake would do. There was a pause and then I perceived a positive feeling in my mind. I took that as a yes. Jake was as new at this as I was so it was slow work understanding each other. An idea struck me; could Jake do anything, that is could he move things? I put one block on top of another and asked him to knock it off. I felt a small mental strain and the block fell off. I don't hardly have words enough, even today, to describe the joy I had at that moment. I had a playmate. In a few months, our communications were very good. I learned that he had come from a training academy and was assigned to me, to be under my bed and to stay with me as long as I believed. He was encouraged to be spooky, even eerie if possible, as under-the-bed monsters were supposed to be that way. Closet monsters were even more so by nature, but I was never issued one for some reason. Bureaucratic foul up, I guess. Anyway, I was happy to have Jake. Sometimes I would talk out loud to him and other times I would just think what I wanted to say and sort of aim it at him. He was quick at that. That was swell as we could converse after I was in bed and supposed to be sleeping. My parents never knew of all the talks we had after "lights out". Now, understand, he wasn't too worldly. He was just out of the academy and I was his first assignment. Oh well, we would learn together. We both looked forward to the experience. We got through kindergarten together and looked forward to first grade. When I went to school, he was alone for the first time during the day. He missed me. Of course, he couldn't jump on me like a puppy when I got home, but I did feel a warm sense when I got into range of his being. When we first started, his range was limited, as his main jurisdiction was the area of my bed. I really think it was all the conversations we had that stretched his mind, power, or whatever. All I know is that by the time I got to first grade, he could reach me at the front door. His powers increased as time went on. He could move things- bigger things now. It was wonderful; I talked him into picking up my dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper. He kept occupied during the day by making my bed and putting my toys away. Mom thought I was a wonder child. She bragged about me to all the other mothers. No one else had a child that played quietly, picked up after himself and made his bed on a daily basis. She didn't either- it was Jake. My life was wonderful. As I progressed in school, I spent more time at friends houses; less time at home. Jake got bored. He started to wander around the house, at times. This caused a few problems, like the time Auntie Jean came to visit for a few days. One of those days, I slept over at a friends house for the night. Jake wandered into her room that evening, frightening the bejesus out of her. It felt good to him, that's what he had trained for, at the academy. My parents were adults, of course, so they were off limits, as were most adults; besides, they didn't believe. Sorta like the Santa Claus thing. Auntie Jean was just an accidental happening but it felt good to Jake. Kinda new territory for him. All his training had been oriented in the direction of frightening small children, then he got me for his first assignment. I had been too lonely to be frightened. It was interesting, Jake thought. It even occurred to him that he could possibly expand into another house and scare some children there but then he realized that he would be encroaching on the assigned territory of other under-the-bed monsters. That was not only not polite, it was almost illegal. He would have to answer to the district council for trespassing. Oh, well. He would figure something out. It would only be a few more years and this contract would be filled and he could move on to another bed. He had explained to me that as soon as I no longer believed, his time under my bed was over and it was time to move on. As I said before, it was kinda like the Santa Claus thing. Our problem, in particular, was that I not only believed, I KNEW. I knew in a way that few other children in the world understood. They all went through their young lives appropriately frightened of the monster under their bed until they outgrew it. Jake was my best friend. My only friend for much of my early life. None of the usual actions and rules applied. I'm sure it drove the district council of under-the-bed monsters bonkers trying to cope with situation I had created. At the time, I was young and didn't consider the consequences and gave them no thought. It was only later, as an adult that I often wondered why the council didn't come and talk to me. Time had it's way, though. I grew older and spent less and less time at home. I still liked Jake of course, but since his area of travel was severely limited, our association became more and more infrequent. It was a natural thing. One day, I looked under the bed and Jake was gone. Just packed up and left. Even took his favorite dust bunnies with him. The black and white spotted one was his real favorite. I missed him, but I had a lot of other friends now and had just noticed that girls were different. It looked as though my future life was going to be just fine. I couldn't very well wave goodbye, but I did beam a thought his way and said, "Thank you, my friend."