The Monsterbangers Collection

By S. Gater

The Monsterbangers Collection collects four tongue-in-cheek monster sex stories that chronicle the adventures of Jack and Angela Merkin, a married couple who travel the world seeking out monsters and screwing them silly.

In "Sex with a Mummy" Jack and Angela visit the lost tomb of an Ancient Egyptian queen. While Angela "distracts" the jackal-headed guardian of the tomb, Jack climbs into the sarcophagus to revivify the queen with his, er, magic wand.

In "Sex with Ghosts," the Monsterbangers visit a motel built on the site of a brothel that was destroyed in an explosion. The ghosts of the whores and johns killed in the disaster still haunt the motel in search of sexual release, and Jack and Angela have come to lay the ghosts to rest...by laying the ghosts.

In "Sex with a Gargoyle," Jack and Angela travel to Orlock Castle in Transylvania, where Angela sets to work trying to awaken a hibernating gargoyle on the castle’s roof while Jack spends the evening screwing the mistress of the castle, a sexy but angst-ridden vampire girl who calls herself Vampirette. Jack’s night proves less than ecstatic as the emo vamp spends the whole encounter blathering on about the woeful bleakness of existence. Angela, however, finds her existence anything but bleak as the freshly roused gargoyle gives her a vigorous front-and-back banging, stuffing her pussy with its enormous and literally rock-hard cock, while penetrating her ass with its long, prehensile tail.

And finally, "Sex with Bigfoot" sees the Monsterbangers travel to the Pacific Northwest in search of the legendary Bigfoot. Angela soon finds herself face-to-face (and groin-to-groin) with a male Bigfoot and learns that it's true what they say about men with big feet. Meanwhile Jack hooks up with a female of the species...but she's less than impressed with his merely human member.

Total word count: 17,700 words.

Each of these stories is also sold separately.

ADULT CONTENT WARNING: These stories contain explicit (and sometimes quite gross) sexual material involving unusual entities, and are for adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Gater
• Release date: Jan 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301915859

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THE MONSTERBANGERS COLLECTION

by S. Gater

All stories copyright 2012 by S. Gater

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ADULT CONTENT WARNING: These stories contain explicit (and sometimes quite gross) sexual material involving unusual entities, and are for adults only. The characters are all over the age of eighteen. Especially the mummy.

CONTENTS

1. Sex with a Mummy

2. Sex with Ghosts

3. Sex with a Gargoyle

4. Sex with Bigfoot

(The stories included in this collection are also available separately.)

Sex with a Mummy

(In which Jack wakes the dead, and Angela plays with the guard dog)

Here we are at long last: the lost tomb of Ashakashet, Jack Merkin said as he reined his camel to a stop at the foot of the sandstone steps. Beside him, Angela, his wife and fellow monsterphile, did likewise.

Together, they gazed up the steps at the ancient tomb cut into the side of this forgotten valley in the sun-baked Egyptian desert. A dozen stone pillars thick as redwoods upheld a jutting, square-cut shelf of rock. In the shadows beyond the pillars stood a hieroglyph-covered wall, in the midst of which a dark stone passageway extended straight back into the cliff, the tunnel to the tomb proper.

Well, Jack said. It seems the map that old antiquities dealer sold us was the real thing, after all. He frowned. "Though I still think we should have haggled the price down a bit more. Giving up the only known copy of the Bestiarum Sexualis seems like an awfully high price to pay."

Angela shrugged. We hardly ever used it anymore anyway. Between the two of us, I'd say we've pretty much got the whole thing memorized. Besides, you know as well as I do that life is about living, about experiences. Not about collecting dusty old objects on shelves.

Very true He nodded at the temple entrance above them. Let's go have ourselves an experience, then.

After tethering their camels to a sickly shrub growing nearby, the duo made their way up the steps and crossed the vast, cathedral-like space amid the pillars, grateful for the colossal portico's shade and the welcome (if slight) relief it provided from the desert's brutal heat.

They paused at the entrance to the passageway cut into the wall and peered into it. All they saw was impenetrable blackness. A faint, cool breeze wafted out from the depths within. Jack withdrew a small flashlight from his pocket and shone it into the passageway, revealing only bare stone walls, floor, and ceiling stretching off into the distance.

We'd best be careful, Angela said. There could be traps or guards of some sort. In fact, given what we know about Ashakashet's history, I'd say it's quite likely.

They made their way down the tunnel, keeping as quiet as possible and pausing at intervals to thoroughly examine each upcoming section with the flashlight before entering it. After about ten minutes of this, Jack halted and squinted into the tunnel's dark depths beyond the flashlight beam.

What is it? Angela whispered.

Jack shut off the flashlight. Without its interfering glare, they could dimly make out the wavering orange glow of torchlight far ahead.

So, Jack said quietly, guarded after all. You were right.

Unless those are grave robbers, or something.

Not likely. There're no signs anyone's come this way in centuries, at least. No tracks in the sand. No litter. No markings of any kind. Virgin territory, from the look of it.

Well, Angela said a smile, time to pop some cherries, then.

Leaving the flashlight off, they crept on, the orange glow growing brighter and brighter, and before long they emerged into a small stone chamber whose walls were covered with painted hieroglyphs that were in a splendid state of preservation. To Jack and Angela's right, two torches blazed, snapping and crackling, in stone sconces on either side of a doorway blocked with a slab of stone. To their left was a similarly sealed and torchlit doorway. Otherwise the chamber was bare. No one else was in sight.

Do you smell something? Angela said as she sniffed the air.

Jack shrugged. Dust. Sand. Ancient stone. The usual. Why-- His nose wrinkled. Ah. Yes. Now I smell it. Rather...animalistic.

It kind of reminds me of the smell of our dog's bed when I was a child.

What kind of dog?

Finnish Spitz.

Ooh, I love those. Very friendly dogs. He frowned. Unfortunately, I think it's pretty much guaranteed that whatever's generating the smell in here won't be half so friendly.

Perhaps it's one of these fellows, Angela said, gesturing at a gang of animal-headed beings amid the hieroglyphs on the walls.

Jack peered at the pictures, then pointed at a man with the