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What Was Lost	By : Demonfox Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th (All) > Friday the 13th (All) Views: 5545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jason's mother was still silent after the girl had been there for five days. She was frustrated and bored, and Jason was in need of what he called "sleep" but was not.
Something had to be done. And on that fifth day, the boredom of the girl and the exhaustion of the monster had become too much.
Jason slipped into an inactive state. This time, the girl was the watcher. He breathed, somehow, but didn't move at all. His eyes were closed but he still sat up, he was almost like a statue. The killer did not dream in this state.
But too soon, he was roused. And it was not by the bells. She was touching him.
And not just him. She was trying to take off his mask. Jason jerked violently, shaking his head frantically back and forth. He did not want her to take his mask off. People didn't like that. And for some reason, he wanted her to like him. He pushed her away with one hand and adjusted it back down on his head with the other.
"Come on now..." She spoke softly. He shook his head again.
"You can't keep me here forever...I'm bored of it."
He said nothing. The girl perservered in talking to him.
"I have a name. Blaire."
Still silence was all that came from the hockey mask.
"You have a name, too. Don't you? Jason?"
Blaire had put it together in her time on that sofa. The Jason of myth was who held her here- they'd been warned in the town of the killer in the woods, but she and her companions had not listened. The sound of his name caught his attention and Jason nodded.
"Well, Jason, you're going to have to come up with something more amusing to do than just stare at me. I am going to die of boredom down here, sitting here."
He shook his head and stared. The blonde fell silent and crossed her arms. An hour or so passed and Jason became inactive again- he was truly deprived and his undead body was becoming desparate to recharge itself. Yet again, he was woken.
But this time she was on top of him. He tried to panic and move away but there was no where to go without hurting her. He didn't want to do that, he didn't know why but he didn't have time to think on it. She was straddling him in her little bikini. Her skin was streaked with dirt, but still pale and lovely and Jason stayed frozen there, with her over him. He shook his head, but Blaire only smiled. "My turn, Jason." She lifted a hand and placed it on his chest, over the torn fabric of his shirt. He could feel her soft palm.
Something happened that he did not understand. He felt warm between his legs, and worse, he felt a tension there he didn't like. He growled, low in his throat, not a threat but a sound of confusion, one of his very limited vocalizations. "Don't worry, I won't harm you."
He was not worried about that. He wanted the uncomfortable feeling to go away. Where was mother? Why wasn't she here?
Blaire lowered her hand to that uncomfortable tension. "Oooh. So you are functional. I was starting to wonder." He groaned. A long forgotten memory surfaced. The girl he found in the woods that night...he felt the same way. He let her live. Why? And what had happened?
He was jerked back to reality as the blonde grabbed his cock through his pants. He was huge, but of course the killer had no idea what that would mean. But Blaire knew, and she wanted to experience it. The scars from the dog attack had left her without any sexual attentions for years and she ached for this monster of a man below her.
Jason felt her unzip his pants and some of the uncomfortable tension went away, only to be replaced by her soft skin around him. What would mother say?
But it felt so good to him as she began to rub her hand along his length that he bucked up into her hand and forgot about his mother.
"You are a big boy..." Blaire seemed pleased with this. Jason was still mostly confused about what was going on. She grasped his wrist gently and pulled his hand up to her breast, which was still covered by the bathing suit. He cupped it instinctively and the girl made a soft sound in her throat.
She reached back and undid her bathing suit, which she pulled away from Jason. He recoiled from her for a moment. She was naked in front of him. He was being a Bad Boy. Bad Boys looked at women without clothes. But he felt good. He liked the round curve of her breasts, and the soft circles of her nipples.
Blaire suddenly grabbed his mask while he was looking at her breasts and pulled it away. Jason made a horrified sound and covered his face with both hands. She would scream and run, he knew it, or make fun of him like the other children had. But she did neither. She simply stared from her own disfigured face. He was ugly, pitifully so, but she had grown somewhat fond of the big man over the past five days, and had known that he would be horribly malformed, she could tell by the abnormal eye and shape of his skull. She had prepared herself for it, so his bizzare appearance and grey skin did not drive her from him. One of her soft hands closed over his and gently lifted it away. Then she removed the other. His good eye blinked up at her, a soft brown, and the milky eye drooped. He looked terrified without the mask, with her over him, with her looking at him. He looked fragile, in the only way a monster can.
"Jason...it's okay. Please trust me."
She pressed her lips against his. She tasted like heaven to Jason, sweet to him, even though she had not seen a toothbrush in days, and he tasted like dust and blood. Long repressed lust surged in Jason. He could remember that night in the woods now, when he had taken Chris. He remembered that frantic pounding, desperate hands and her screaming, and an explosion, like fire through his blood. He wanted it again and he thrust his lips against Blair, tongue intruding and hands grasping around her hips and grinding her against his cock. The sudden enthusiasm was a surprise to her and he was incredibly strong. She nearly pushed him away, but met his lips with hers again and locked her arms around his neck. Her bathing suit was warm and moist against Jason's manhood and he growled with desperate need.
He lowered one hand, slipped it past the fabric, and felt one finger plunge into delicious wetness. She was warm and tight and he wanted her terribly. His groin was alight with his want, slippery fluid dripping from his cock onto his belly. He wanted to claim her.
Jason was a Bad Boy. He knew he was. Mother would be mad. He didn't much care, especially as Blaire broke the kiss and her lips met his neck, sucking along that sensitive flesh. Her teeth left small, raised marks in his grey flesh, purplish in color, his muscles tensing under her ministrations.
Suddenly, Blaire stood up and off of his lap. Jason tried to continue to finger her but she stepped out of reach. "Take your clothes off."
No, mother said that was bad. He didn't want to. But as she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms, he stood to his massive height and pulled his shirt over his deformed head. His cock still stood at attention from his open fly, and he pushed his dirty work pants down and stepped out of them. He was truly an incredible creature. Unclothed everything about him seemed even larger. He was like a brick wall, with scars crossing his chest and legs, even a few on his cock, and he stood, boots still on, staring down at Blaire with his good eye.
He wanted more from her but didn't know how to ask, couldn't form words. He growled instead, lifting his right hand around his cock and pulling gently at it. It felt incredible, but nothing like Blaire's tiny hands. Much to his pleasure, she had taken the hint. But she was so small compared to him, and now when she stood in front of him, her breasts pressing into his abdomen, he could not touch or kiss her as she pumped his manhood with those soft little hands.
He stood, groaning occasionally, while she rubbed him for a few more moments. His whole body was begging for more, however, and he could not shake the thought of being buried inside her. Not knowing his own strength, he pushed the girl backwards onto the dirty sofa. She made a soft sound of surprise, especially as the huge man knelt in front of her and wrenched her legs open. "Jason! be careful!" But he was lost to her at the sight of her soft pink folds, under her faint curls of blond hair, and he lifted her hips and entered her. She screamed.
He was huge, even bigger inside of her, and he hunched over her tiny frame, already pounding desperately into her. She was hot, wet, tight, and incredible. She felt like heaven to him. Mother said people who did this deserved to be punished, to go to hell. But he didn't know any hell, not buried inside of this beautiful doll of a woman.
Tears streaked her cheeks as Jason got a grip on himself and slowed down to a much easier pace. He locked his one good eye onto her blue ones, giving a heavy growl of appreciation. He hoped the girl understood. Her breasts bounced as he rocked his hips and she finally let out a heavy moan, making Jason's manhood grow even harder inside of her. Oh, she was incredible.
Her breathing became quick and shallow as the pair moved on the sofa, which thudded softly against the wall with each thrust. The killer's abdomen felt as though there were a knot inside it, and she could feel what she knew to be orgasm nearing. Her juices leaked around him, staining the sofa with their coupling, as Jason began his rapid pounding again. Each thrust intensified his pleasure, and he was faintly aware of loud moans of pleasure from below, of fingernails ripping into his arms as Blaire arched her back and came. She tightened around him, clenching along his shaft, and he could no longer contain himself. His seed shot into her as he threw his head back and snarled. Even his bad eye was closed, and every muscle stood out sharply on his massive frame as he was rocked with orgasm.
He remained inside of her, holding her there, as he recovered. He blinked down with his good eye before slipping from her, leaving semen to further destroy that old sofa, and sat back down in his wooden chair. As soon as Blaire was recovered enough she stood up and came to him, curling herself up on his lap, her head against his chest. Jason enclosed her in his arms. He didn't know why but it felt like the right thing and he had no energy to question it. Eventually the couple slept, still in that chair with their clothes strewn around and covered in semen and sweat.
Jason's last thought before he slipped into inactivity was that he was going to keep her. She would be his.
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