Freddy's Little Bitch

"Time to take your medicine, bitch."

Kreuger growled, ripping the girl from the bed by her hair and forcing her to her knees. Laylee still gave hitching sobs and whimpered with the realization of what was coming. He had gutted her and filled her, now he would force more upon her, the blood-cased mess of his throbbing cock. His gloved hand pressed sharply against her hair, and though she resisted, she had already been warned. She did not want to die, Kreuger knew. So he pushed her harder, and stuffed his cock into her waiting mouth.

The girl could taste herself on him, blood and semen, and gagged horribly as the man pressed his head against the back of her throat. He grunted, grinning obnoxiously in the vain way he always did, and began to move. He went slowly for a few moments, but the demon was not a patient or gentle man, and he quickly escalated into pounding thrusts punctuated by heavy groans of enjoyment. "Dirty little whore..." He slid from her and held his glove along the back of her neck. "You nasty little bitch..tell me you want me." Laylee shook her head, she wouldn't give him the joy of it. The blades dug deeper, bringing blood, and bile rose in her throat as she tried to push back her dignity at what she was about to do. "Now, bitch!"

"I want you, Freddy.." It disgusted her, everything about him did, but fear, desire to live, drove her.

"Good girl." Without any warning he forced his way back inside, his movements renewed as his marred shaft throbbed with what he knew would be an incredible orgasm.

And soon it came, with a heavy grunt and hot fluid that his victim gagged on. She struggled back, spitting, only to get a faceful of semen that dribbled down her chin onto her breasts and turned pink with blood from her wounds.

"Such a good little whore.."