LORI'S NIGHTMARE

I do not own "A Nightmare on Elm Street" Or any of the Characters within. I do not own Freddy Kreuger or Jason. Now, on with the show!


Lori was to just fall asleep for fifteen minutes. Just fifteen minutes to allow time to capture Freddy Krueger in her grasp and then wake up and pull him back into the real world, make him alive again so Jason can kill him for good. But it did not work. She was now in her house, back to where her mother died. Her clothes were gone and were replaced with a long sheer nightgown, the one she wore the night she left that house.
“Wake me up!” she screamed to the ceiling, hoping someone from the other world would hear her. Yet, the dream continued and she knew that whatever happened would happen to her in the real world. She could not stop her father going toward her thrashing mother on the bed. She was helpless as he held a long knife, pulling off the cover and showing her bleeding mother, then Freddy lying beside her, torturing her.
Lori watched in horror as Freddy thrusted his blades into her mother. The horrific scene of her mother’s last moments forever imprinted in her mind. She dashed from the room making every effort to rid herself of the house she had been pulled into. Suddenly she heard a rumbling behind her. The floor tiles began to bend and flex, rolling behind her. The roll caught her ankles, forcing her forward and crashing into the wall and into her mother’s picture, shattering glass about her. Then all went dark….
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
She was on the cold floor, a dark figure looming over her. She blinked several times before he came into focus.
Freddy Krueger.
She was pinned, her arms and legs could not move of their own accord, like invisible ropes bound her to the floor. In her own prison.
“Like I said when I killed your mother, I have thing for the whores that live in this house. Even the ones whose blood runs pure. Let’s see what it looks like….”
He sneered as his blades and begin one at a time flicking across the skin of the top of her breasts, leaving long thins cuts and deep red drops blossoming like flowers against the paleness of her chest. She cried out in agony as she felt him criss cross her chest, bringing with each movement a new sensation of pain.
“Yes….” He whispered, cutting into her again and again. She moaned in anguish, begging to wake up. Maybe Jason Voorhees himself will do it, ending her pain here and forever.
In the real world, her boyfriend pulled her to safety out of the building, begging her to awake. He placed her away from the flames, in the grass as he grabbed up a metal bar to fight off Jason who had awoken from his sleep.
In the realm of her nightmare, Lori was frozen on the floor below Freddy. He leaned over her face. “Welcome to my world, bitch…”
He moved toward her neck to the base and hovered over her body. She could feel his breath against her face, hot over her neck. “I should warn you princess. The FIRST time tends to get a little…”He raised his blades over her abdomen, his eyes flicked to her heaving chest and back to lock into her eyes …”Messy…” he chuckled as he knew he was going to have some fun with this innocent, fresh, slut. He moved his glove down to her ankle, taking one long blade smoothly from her ankle, gliding up her milky thigh, catching the hem of her nightgown between another blade and pulling the fabric up past her hips, revealing lacy white panties. She now knew what he planned to do, and she now prayed that Jason would kill her, find her sleeping body and run her through with his machete, before Freddy ran her through with His deadly weapon.
She began to sob as she was pulled back into the nightmare, whimpering as she felt the blades slip below the band of her panties slicing through them without restraint. She could not bear this, not like this. She closed her eyes and continued to sob, hearing the demon chuckling, the blades clicking happily as it made quick work of the other side of her undergarment.
“My, aren’t we the clean little bitch”, Freddy scoffed as he removed the largest part of the shredded garment covering her core, revealing smooth, shaven flesh. She was so ashamed and felt fresh tears spring to her eyes as his hot breath fell once again on her chest and he shifted upward, his blades cutting into the bodice of her nightgown, her chest breaking free as one single blade divided her gown in two. The blades tugged away the torn garment, giving Freddy full view of the bountiful breasts and tapered waist.
So smooth, so young….
So tasty….
He noticed her eyes were tight shut. “You don’t want to miss this show princess. I will your first……and last!” his maniacal laughter now filling her ears. She did not dare open her eyes as he shifted once again, and this time it was not cold metal that touched her body, but course hard flesh of this left hand, gripping her right breast hard, making her gasp. Her eyes shot open as she looked into the steel grey eyes above her.
She saw the darkest lust, greed and hunger. The very look of him just inches from her face, cupping and squeezing her, made her shiver involuntarily. This demon had complete control and loved every minute. His thumb grazed one of the fresh cuts, breaking the congealed blood to allow fresh life to flow from it slowly. He lowered his mouth and hovered above it, a long fleshy tongue slowing licking away the dark residue and tasting the salty sweetness of her blood. He began to suck on the cut greedily, his calloused fingers pinching her nipple to a hard peak. He nursed on the slash like a hungry child, as if he was trying to drain her completely from the thin wound.
She closed her eyes again, praying he would lose control and drain her before he stole her innocence. She willed herself to die, yet death did not come with open arms.
TEETH!
His dirty teeth were now sinking themselves into her nipple, biting hard, sucking furiously. She screamed out to the darkness, the pain in her nipples rising with every nibble, a fiery ache building slowly.
But this was a different sensation. Her nipples were swelling, hardening even more against his ministrations and yet the pain was fierce, the surge of heat now building in her was even more fearsome. Her body was starting to respond to him, and she hated herself for it. Hated that she was this weak, that a demon would make her respond to such torture. This agony lasted what seemed for hours but only minutes as he shifted once again, this time to straddle her hips, giving his mouth and hands more access to her. He moved from one breast to the other, covering them in bites and blood drawn bruises before he sat up, admiring his handiwork.
Nothing turned him on more than flesh and blood, especially if he was causing the blood to rise and flow from the flesh.
“I could suck on these forever,” he sneered, smacking her breast to make the point. She yelped and stared up at him, another mistake as she caught sight of a large bulge beneath the dirty black pants. He saw her eyes widened as they lingered a moment too long on his groin.
“But I rather fuck you until you die….” He grinded his hips into hers, making her writhe beneath him.
“Please….” She wept, shaking her head. “Kill me now, but please…..don’t…”
“Tear you apart?” He laughed, forcing her legs apart with his knees, settling himself between them and grinded himself again her core, the course fabric of his crotch rubbing against her naked flesh. “Make you ‘cream’ for Freddy?”
She cried out in anguish as he thrusted against her, making her blush furiously at his vulgarity. She felt his searing heat emanating through his clothes, so close to her, so close to being in her…tearing her…..thrusting….breaking her.
The heat….The heat was affecting her again. She turned and looked away, trying to focus on anything but what was about to take place. He slid his blades lightly down the middle of her chest, so light that no blood came, but enough to prickle her skin. He moved down her chest and to her abdomen, tracing a circle around it. Suddenly his left arm went under her right leg, pulling up in the air and spreading her even farther, his body shifting and his head between her legs, inches from her core. She raised her head slightly, looking down now at his position, her eyes widening in fear. “No! Please stop….”
He chuckled evilly, removing his hat and setting it to the side, out of the way safely from his victim. She then screamed as she felt the slimiest violation of her young life, the demon’s tongue. She tried to block out the invasion of her body that was happening, trying to block her mind from the long fleshy tongue that was plunging into her, licking at the little nub that was swelling from his touch. She then felt it begin to grow, lengthening within her, sliding up inside of her as far as it could go. No tongue should be that long, she thought dazily to herself, as the fire that had been smoldering before in her body began to flame anew. She despised it, repulsed by it and yet…..
Freddy had played this game far too many times before and knew all too well that change in his victims cries, her movements, her voice. He was forcing her body to react to him and give him what he wanted and craved the most; her release. Nothing was more pleasuring then to feel a sweet bitch forced to give him everything before he took away everything and left the flesh to be ripped apart and forced back to the world of the living, dead and broken. He began to move his tongue even further into her until he reached a barrier to which he moved no further; he was going to leave that for later. Knowing his limitations, he began lavish her insides rapidly, tasting her sweetness. In and out, faster and faster his tongue moved, rotating in circles within her.
Lori could not bear to open her eyes, could not bear to witness this indecentacy, this horror. Her body writhed and tried to move away from him but was slammed back toward him as his gloved hand was placed firmly on her stomach, holding her in place and threatening to cut her open once again. She dared not thrash again as the blades were resting on her flesh. She could only lay there and allow the assault to continue as her fire grew to a fever pitch, falling prey to his ministrations.
Twisting, turning……
Plunging, thrusting…….
His scarred fingers now rotating on the nub, his lips and tongue in the very heart of her, she did not know how much more she was going to last. Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue and pushed up to his knees, looking down at her and allowing his tongue to return to its normal size then that of a snake protruding from his mouth. She noticed it dripped of wetness as he licked his lips and pulled back his head, laughing sadistically.
“You are mine now, little piggy,” he spat at her as she saw his normal hand move to his pants, unbuckling his belt. She did not want to look upon him, she forced her eyes shut once more and heard the undeniable sound of a zipper being opened and felt his hand grip her waist, positioning himself against her.
A moment’s pause…..
Then she felt ripped in two as he plunged himself deep within her, filling her completely. He felt himself rip through her hymen and stretch her to the breaking point. She was so deliciously tight enveloped around him. He savored the sensation for several moments, reveling in her agony and tears. Then he began to move within her, and the world turned to madness.
A surge of pain mixed with pressure began to build within her, making that fire even more intense. She needed something, something that only he could give her, and that frightened her beyond any nightmare.
He moaned suddenly, awaking her senses and making her look at him, into his eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure. He began to rotate his hips, pulling her closer to him as he thrusted harder and faster. Her body was screaming in protest of her mind, following his every thrust with one to match his own. Her head was pushed against the wall, his clawed hand against it supporting him as he moved his other hand under her waist, pulling her up against him and moving her with him as his trusts quickened. He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting. She was being built to a fever pitch, like a rubber band being stretched to the breaking point. Then a moan escaped her lips involuntarily, and he knew he owned her soul.
“Cum for me you little bitch….” he demanded as his pounded into her. She felt the fire beginning to peak and overflow within her as each thrust brought her closer.
“Cum for Freddy….”
And she did. She screamed in agony of the forced pleasure of her very first orgasm, given to the devil himself. She shook violently as wave after wave washed over her, making her gasp.
He laughed as he thrust once more into her quavering body, the walls tightening around him as he spilled himself within her, her body milking every last drop of his seed. He groaned as his blades scraped against the wall, like nails on a chalkboard.
They were still, panting, coming down from their encounter. The pleasure was no longer there for her as she began to cry, but no tears came as they were long extinguished, along with her energy.
He removed himself and adjusted his pants, fastening his belt.
He lifted her limp body up by her neck lifting her toward his face, her body covered in a sheer sweat that made her shimmer in the moonlight. She then felt his lips press against her, his tongue thrashing in her mouth in a long kiss. Her body exhausted, her will broken, she let the demon in and felt him taking her very soul in a almost lovingly kiss.
In the real world, her boyfriend returned to her body, leaving behind the fight between Jason Voorhees and the others. He then froze, catching the sight before him. Lori thrashing and moaning her legs spread unnaturally apart and a dark blood stain between her legs.
Christ, Freddy was raping her!
He leaned over her and began to slap her, shaking her violently. He felt her body shake as she moaned to the night, and he knew what had happened.
“Lori, please god wake up.” He pulled her toward him and kissed her, trying to summon her back to him.
In the dream world, Freddy knew she was fading and he was fine with that. He was spent and if she survived mentally, he now was inside her, able to pull her in anytime he wanted and take her over and over until he would cut her open and take her heart from her young body. He let her leave him, slashing her left check, leaving his mark upon her; his property.
“Remember me fondly, princess. And next time I will make you scream my name.”
She disappeared from Freddy’s world as he stood up, placing his hat back on his head and chuckling to himself and returning to his plans for Jason Voorhees.
Lori returned to her boyfriend, Freddy’s possession for the rest of her life.