Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street
So, we left off with Lori going on a camping trip with her dad and worrying about Freddy getting back at her for raping him. Meanwhile...
Freddy paced his boiler room, in a fit of anger. Lori was gone, and she'd fucked him into that bed so many god damn times. Freddy felt his crotch tighten at the memory.Oh, well then.
Lori's tight heat was something he missed and he wanted to rape that bitch so hard she would be screaming for mercy. But would Freddy give it? Hell NO!
Freddy's blades scratched the boiler on his right, causing the steam to coming shooting out at him, and he was covered in steam. He was covered in it, sheilding him from view of anything else. "I'll get you Lori, and when I do you will scream for mercy."
Was he covered in steam? I have to know!
So, Freddy merrily goes off and kills another girl. Meanwhile, Lori is out camping at Not!Camp Crystal Lake, as the author would like us to know. We also meet her friends, Will, Rain, and Michael.
"Hey! Over here!" She called and Will turned to her flashing her a bright toothed smile. She felt guilty, that dream about Freddy, and this longing to touch the dream demon. Will's smile dropped also as he saw her's had faded.
"Lori?" His voice questioned, "what's wrong?" Lori gave him another fake smile, standing and pulling her feet from the water. She felt the dribbles down her legs and kept up her fake smile for Will. Her mind screamed that she loved Will, but something dark inside her said other wise.
Sorry, Will, you have no chance against that hottie Freddy.
"Nothing the sun just got in my eyes." Lori lied and Will smiled at her, wrapping her in a warm and tight embrace. But that was just it, she almost begged for Freddy's needed it. The rough treatement, the rough yet soft sweater. His perverted hands running over her curves, his breath, hot as steam, running over her features. That tongue finding all her weak points.Oh my stars, how scandalous! *fans self with hand*
"Come on let's set up." Will said holding up his sleeping bag and his tent. Lori nodded and followed Will, setting the tents up below a large tree that grew by the lake. Lori didn't speak, but she heard the voices of the others. Although she heard, she did not listen, her mind was on something else. Freddy in particular.Well, no shit.
The afternoon was crisp and she could feel it growing cooler, as the first night of summer neared. Lori had found her way back on the dock, imagining Freddy as he came up and grabbed Jason Voorhees, and trying to drown him. She remembered tackling him, seeing that demon face.Wait, what?
Taking a deep breath she took in the marelous view before her. As she tipped her head back she felt the wind brush against her in view neck.
She imagined Freddy's teeth giving a powerful nip, making her bleed, and then swaving it with that demonic tongue. Lori restrained from moaning out loud as Will came down the peer.
"Lemonade?" Will asked holding out a sweating glass to her, another glass for himself as Lori took the one he held out to her. She sipped from the sweet glass, watching as the sun was beginning to set. "Beautiful isn't it?" Will asked turning to look at her, "just like you.
The words stung, she'd lost her virginity to another man and she'd even slept with him again. And Will....he knew Freddy had taken it...but he'd never been told that she'd done it with Freddy again.
I'm not sure having sex for the first time with Freddy Kruger would be an accomplishment for many teenage girls.
And he would never have to know...unless...she moaned Freddy's name out while having sex with him. She turned her head to smile at Will, who wrapped his arm around her waist.
Again, she wished for Freddy's arm, the rugged feeling of his left hand running around the top of her breasts through her low cut shirt. His tongue snaking around, she wanted rough corse feeling...and yet...she also wanted love. Love would come from Will, roughness would come from Freddy.
I know my ideal relationship is one with an undead serial killer who wants me dead.
Yet at this very moment she wanted more of Freddy than of Will, who sat right next to her, showering her with his love and admiration. She turned to look at him and smiled something that was more lie than sincerity.
"Lori," he said, "I've been thinking since Freddy and Jason fought do you...ya know." Will seemed shy in this moment and a blush rose to his tan cheeks. "Do you want to, with me?" The question was simple for Lori to see : Do you want to have sex with me? Lori gave him the kindest lying smile she could give him.
Hey, we watched two undead serial killers fight each other, does this mean you'll have sex with me?
Lori rejects Will, sorta, by saying she doesn't want to have sex with him at the camp, but in Paris. Siiiiigh. That night, Lori decides that she simply MUST be with Freddy again and secretly packs up her things.
Lori grabbed her car keys, hearing every one quietly sleeping she grabbed her car keys. She had a nice sports car from her Father, popping the trunk she put her things inside, and getting in the driver seat. She started the car and put it into gear.
She found herself driving down the road and she heard her cell phone ring as soon as she got back into the area...where Freddy could reach you. Lori never took her eyes off the road...never averted her gaze...and never even looked to see if it was Will or her father.
Lori picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, finally after a pause putting it to her ear. The reseption was cracked and she heard the faintest sound of breathing, it was raspy and sounded cracked.
I give you three guesses to who it is.
"Welcom home, bitch." Lori didn't need to ask who it was and she decided, just to make the dream demon on the otherside want more she responded to him.
"Will I see you when I get home?" At first there was no response, as if Freddy was suprised that she was actually answering back.
"Why not? I've got time and you have to sleep sometime." She could have swore she heard Freddy sneer. She smirked at this and held a very calm voice as she said.
"What if I take Hypnocil for another week, because you know I was supposed to be gone for a week as it was." Lori smiled at the angry growl on the other side of the phone, obviously Freddy's up right anger at the thought.
"Why'd you come back?" His voice sounded angry and she smiled at the thought, she'd missed him. Lori wipped the smile off her face and turned off her phone on him. It rang again, and again, and again until finally somehow from the dream world. Freddy clicked it back on.
"BITCH DON'T FUCKING HANG UP ON ME!" His anger was evident as ever and Lori just smiled, picking up the phone and sticking her tongue out. She knew Freddy could tell because his response came quickly. "Aren't we being childish? Remind me to bite off you tongue bitch!"
"You forget Freddy, since the other night, your my bitch." A colorful vocabulary came from Freddy, and Lori through the phone out the window. She turned on the music, listening to a song about dreams.
It would be easier to, you know, turn the phone off.
She drove all night, reaching home a little after midnight. She snuck up stairs, tip - toeing as to not wake her father. Lori hadn't even thought of telling the others why she left, she'd worry about that later. Opening her bedroom door she closed it behind her, soundly locking it. Making her way over to her bed, she lie down.
Her head rested on the pillow, then she thought better and stood putting on a red night gown with green lace. She slipped on her red underware, and bra, she highly doubted it would be a challenge for the Dream Demon. But who says she couldn't tease a bit?
Laying down on the bed she made sure she was belly down, if Freddy gave her a rude awakening by shoving his cock in her ass, she would probably have to take it. The thought didn't please her very well, but she made it work by laying there.
"Hello Bitch." He growled as she felt the bed move when he stood up on his knees in front of her. She could see the red and green of his sweater above the book, as she openly ignored him and turned the page. Lori knew she was stretching his last nerve, and as he ripped the book from her hands, she knew she'd stretched it to far.
The book was thrown across the room, and she turned her eyes up to his angry gaze. "That was a classic." She said and Freddy brought his hand up to her face, flicking them dangerously close to her face.
She stared at him with half - lidded eyes and merely uncrossed her legs, giving him a bird's eye view of her underware, as the night gown hitched up. A view he took full advantage of. His icy blue eyes moved from her grey like blue ones, and down her figure which he looked at thuroughly.
"And what do you want, Mister Krueger?" She emphasized 'mister' to make him angry. Well, at least more angry than he actually was.
His icy eyes narrowed and he grabbed her thighs, pulling her to where she layed flat on the bed and her legs were around his waist.
"To fuck you so hard you beg me to stop." Lori listened to this as his burned face lowered to her pale beautiful one. She shivered and Freddy smirked....
Ohh boy! Where will this lead!? Onto chapter 3!
Freddy smiled at Lori's shivering. Finally he would make her stop teasing him and get some relief. His bladed glove smoothed up her nightgown, showing pale flawless skin.
Something he would love to decorate in bruises, cuts, and bite marks. Freddy took the time to notice that she was wearing an underware and bra, he gave a sort of angry grunt which he could have swore, he heard Lori giggle.
Freddy's eyes gave a dangerous flash as he turned his heated gaze to her eyes, his bladed glove rising to flick in front of her face. She didn't even flinch.
Her chin was in the palm of his glove in a second, the blades twirled with her long blonde hair. It was shoulder length now but some strands had been cut with his rapid movement.
Her eyes were twinkling and held false innocents, trying to be as naive looking as possible to what she was doing. Freddy growled at this, flicking the blades a little more to cut more of the golden locks, her grey blue eyes never leaving his icy ones.
He wanted to dominate her, make her shake in fear, and beg for him to stop.
How is this an ideal relationship again!?
Now all he saw was some girl who wanted to torture him by acting calm, smart, and foolish in her taunting. Freddy smirked, he'd break her, he'd break her hard. Lori watched as he shreded the night gown and picked away her underware.
She was clean, not a lick of hair there.
"Aren't we a clean bitch." The worst part was Freddy hadn't seen her like this since he raped her, that... 'other night' ... he liked to call it, he'd never seen Lori's core.
The flesh there was pale, unlike the rest of her which bore even the slightest of a tan. Her breasts were full and didn't sag in the least. Unlike his wife's, at the mere thought of his wife Freddy felt like being sick.
His wife had never been 'beautiful', or 'fair', like the thing looking at him now with "I'm innocent but fuck me right now eyes." Oh no, ugly as fucking Hell!
He'd just been looking for a fuck and then all of a sudden she runs up to him saying, "I'M PREGNANT FRED ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" No it isn't wonderful you bitch!
No, really, how the flying fuck is Freddy fucking Kruger an ideal catch!?
Freddy's rotten teeth lowered to her nipple, biting and swerving his demonic tongue around it, Lori moaned. Freddy stopped. Did she just-? Freddy felt his pants tighten harder.
He wasn't sure if this was good or bad, Lori was moaning and now moving against him, begging through her body to be hurt. It was sexy and turning him on no doubt...but...something about this just didn't feel right. But hey, who the fuck takes a writhering girl below them for granted?
Freddy lowered his mouth once more, feeling her pelvis move hard against his, and his cock stretch his pants. Lori moaned again, and Freddy bit harder.
This time Lori whimpered, now that's what I want. Freddy thought and roved his tongue around it, by now her nipple was bleeding hard and giving away a nice amount of blood for the Dream Demon.
He went over and bit the other, swerving his tongue around for the same effect. Her whimpers continued. His mouth moved to her stomach, leaving bloody bruises in his wake.
Then, something made it's way to Freddy's nose. He removed his mouth and looked at her sex, it was dripping, the salty fluid it gave away was making Freddy's nerves tigh themselves in knots.
"Freddy." Her voice was heated and Freddy's cock twitched in response to the passionate cry from the girl below him. Dammit! Freddy cursed loudly in his mind, hating the day he'd even first seen the girl now begging him for release.
Lori actually wanted pain, she wanted him to fuck her hard. Why the fuck dosn't she ask her fucking boyfriend to do it?
Because she wants you. Freddy felt like screaming at this point as he lowered his mouth to taunt Lori, her breathing was eratic and he heard the sheets tear slightly as he moved his tongue around her entrance. Now even the Dream Demons' were in on it.
Just think Freddy, here's a chance to get out of Springwood...forever. At first, Freddy didn't get it. Then a thought crossed his mind, if he had a baby with Lori. Then that kid would grow up and move out, go cross country and do whatever kid's do.
Yes, let's get an underage girl pregnant so he can rape and murder all he wants. This fanfic makes me want to kill someone!
Before Freddy knew it he was on the matress and Lori was cupping his crotch. Pulled from any other thoughts Freddy groaned loudly.
"Bitch." He glowered, smirking as Lori ripped open the two shirts that he wore. She bit his neck, making him bleed as he pinched her nipples again. She moaned near his ear and bit it, making him growl.
A growl that soon died into a moan as she moved her pelvis against him again. Lori undid his pants, never fummbling and pulled them down. Freddy groaned with his releasal, feeling Lori remove his underware as well. As she was about to ride him, Freddy flipped them over to where he was on top.
Freddy pounded her hard, making Lori groan below him, and he beat her core hard. He didn't stop after she climaxed, or he did. Freddy kept going until Lori was beeting his chest, practically begging him to get off of her.
After about an hour almost of just fucking her he released her and she whimpered, her opening was bleeding from the rough treatment, and her hips were bruised black and purple.
As he stood, fixing his sweater with a wave and replacing his pants back in place, he made his way for the door.
"Who's who's bitch now?" Freddy asked cackling madly, as he heard her whimper again he paused at the front door. Something inside him twitched slightly, something so far in his conciense he barely felt it. Guilt.
Freddy's face twisted into a snarl and he felt the need to yell at Lori, storm into her room, slap her and tell her to stop crying. But that only seemed to make that thing in his chest swell to a great size. Making it spread over him, as another child entered the dream scape, Freddy tilted his hat.
He made his way out of the house dream scape, and into a beach setting. His hat down...all the while.
Jesus H. Christ.
Ugh, I have to take a fucking break from this...crap. Next time, chapters 4 and five of this monstrosity!