Chapter 2

“Fuck my ass like I’m your whore!” Matilda screamed. Gerald thrust against her, his cock pounding in and out of her ass. He could feel his balls smack against her wet vulva. She squealed, pressing against his thrusts. He reached around her, slid his fingers from between her legs and up her body, stopping at her double D-sized breasts. He cupped the flesh, but felt it lose consistency.

   The breasts became writhing masses of tentacles, each one seeming to have a mind of its own. Rather than cupping them, Gerald’s fingers were entwined in the tentacles. He felt his orgasm approaching. He thrust harder and harder. Just as he came, a white hot pain seared through his hand. He screamed, ripped his hand from the tentacles, and saw five bloody stumps where his fingers had been. He tried to pull away from her, but felt her ass clamp onto his cock in a death grip. He looked down at where they met and saw blood flowing. He looked back up. Matilda turned her head toward him, her face replaced by that of some hideous alligator beast. Gerald screamed and flung himself from her. He felt a tearing, and blood spurted from the now-empty space above his balls. He looked up in time to see his severed penis slide from the Matilda-creature’s ass. Gerald looked down at his bloody crotch again, and—

   —snapped his head up from the desk, a string of drool connecting him to it.

   “Jesus Christ . . .” he slurred incomprehensibly. His hands shot down to his crotch, feeling his still intact penis. He sighed in relief, but still hit the intercom button for Matilda.

   “You’re up early,” she replied. The clock indicated that only twenty-six minutes had passed.

   “Had a weird dream. Nightmare, I guess.” He shook his head, but couldn’t rid himself of the monstrous imagery. “Everything okay out there?”

   “Yup. Nobody’s even arrived yet.”

   Gerald couldn’t shake the imagery from his dream. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and put his head back down on the desk. “Buzz me for the 3:00.”