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Freddy's Little Bitch	By : Demonfox Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 9716 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: A Nightmare on Elm Street and Freddy Kreuger are NOT mine and I make no profit from this story.

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Freddy was nearly drifting himself, propped in a hard chair in his boiler room, feet on a faded table, when a disturbance awoke him. A dreamer had found him, one not on hypnocil; the aura of such a person was unmistakable for the demon. He stood to his full height, which was not much more than five feet, and stalked toward the aura in his boiler room. It sent out pulses of life and emotion, confusion certainly now, but no fear, which came as a shock. Most who knew his name held fear in their hearts when they slept, but this person did not. It was unusual and interesting to him.
The monster lifted his bladed hand along the pipes, a motion long forgotten and missed, and they let out a vile screech as metal raked along metal. His voice rose to an unnatural volume and echoed through the boiler room, "Here....little piggy.."

The sound drove fear through his victim. His prey. He could feel the change in the air, in the very core of him, and it set the creature on fire. Krueger was back. His blades were ready. He was ready. Very ready. The man rounded a corner and found her. Boring looking, but pretty in a drab way, the girl whos mind said she was Laylee scrabbled at the pipes, her eyes wide and fearful, sweat beading at her forehead. A mighty laugh reverberated from Fred's chest, causing the woman to turn, and much to his delight, she screamed. The fear in the air nearly doubled, electric for Freddy. The hunt brought blood rushing to his groin and the creature's eyes lit up. He wanted more on this night than her terror. He wanted her pain, her blood, and her innocence, to take from her what she would not give.
A flick of his wrist caused fire to rise along the wall, writhing and hissing along the pipes toward the delicate creature. The glow turned her mousey hair the color of a furnace, even as she struggled to find a way other than in his direction. The blades raked along the piping again. "You can run...but you can't hide..."
She was his now, and he moved to claim his prize. The girl tried desperately to duck around him, nightgown flapping white in the dusk of the boilers. She was ghostlike, fragile. Blades snapped around her wrist. Blood beaded, a scream of what may have been pain but was likely rising fear, beautiful fear, rushed out, and she was trapped. Laylee struggled, punching and hissing as she tried in vain to free herself from the beast who held her.
"You're mine now, bitch." His words were harsh and heavy with what was quickly becoming need. It took very little for them to fall through the floor and into what was once a house. His house, when he lived. His bed was still along one wall, the sheets faded and dirty, but it suited Krueger fine. He shoved the young woman down and she began to sob and beg. "Please...please don't, let me go..please.." Her desperation annoyed him.
"You'll be just as fun dead, you little whore. So shut up."

He could feel his cock straining within his pants, begging for attention, and the girl slowed her begging some, though she still sobbed. It was time, long past, for him to get going. Fred placed his left hand at her throat, restraining her, as he cut cleanly through her nightgown with his glove. The white fabric fell back from her, baring her porcelain skin. She was beautiful, in a way he could appreciate, her body unmarked and waiting for his ministrations. Her hair lay almost halo-like around her head, becoming tangled as she continued to struggle and sticking to her sweaty face and chest.
All that was left was her panties. Plain and pale pink, they gave way all too easily under his blades. She gave a cry as he forced her legs apart with his knees, moving forward to stand between them. Her delicate slit was untouched, damp and inviting, and he stroked along her with his thumb. She was terrified and gave a buck of her hips in an attempt to escape, causing Freddy to bring his blade down across her belly, leaving a shallow gash that leaked scarlet. He bent down, his tongue snaking out, lengthening into a grotesque abomination of the organ and lapped at the wound. Salty-sweet and warm, it caused his member to throb. He was tired of waiting.
The disgusting tongue coiled back into his mouth as he held the girl with the glove, his left hand sliding his belt free of the buckle. In moments he was free of the binding cloth, his cock standing at attention. It was as scarred as he was, the throbbing shaft criss-crossed with burns in a strange shade of pink. It looked painful, but Kreuger was unbothered. He cackled, "Make room for daddy!" and in one quick motion was inside her. He could feel her innards rip as blood flowered onto his pants and cock, and she let out a wrenching cry. As he always had, he wasted no time, and began to pound at her. She was tight and warm with blood that slicked along him and dripped out of her. Her body was not made for such sudden intrusion, but it did not matter as the demon had no intent of hanging on to the little brat.
His glove raked across the chest of the woman, leaving red lines across her white skin. He grasped her right breast, marking her with wounds, and rubbed her delicate nipple as he violated her. Her screams had become somewhat of a background to him now as Krueger breathed heavily and groaned in apparent pleasure. He had waited so long to plunge into a woman in this way again, and had spent many a night alone in his boiler room, a hand around his cock as he writhed and bucked. But she was so much better; warm and hot and she smelled of coppery life and the promise of fun to come.
It seemed much too soon to him, but the dream master gave a cry and flooded her cunt with his hot seed, shuddering and holding her bloodied womanhood tight along him as he filled her to the brim. As the monster pulled away, blood and semen dribbled from her on to his already stained bed. He stood over the sobbing mess of a woman. "Little piggy...daddy has a present for you." His cock had remained erect, a perk of being a demon, and he held his left hand around it.

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