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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,054
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Sweet, Sweet Sixteen
**Chapter 4: Sweet, Sweet Sixteen. Enjoy, and please R&R!**
It took no longer than five minutes of staring down at her supple, sleeping figure for Keenan to decide to undo his pants; Freddy followed in perfect unison, aside from the fumbling difficulty Keenan faced with his zipper.
“Please don’t do this.” She had yet to decide which of the two she was talking to, as though begging either to cease would do her any good.
Keenan took it upon himself to add an extra thrill to the scenario, grasping her wrists in one hand and pushing them above her head. He ripped the phone from the wall, yanking away the cord and tying her wrists together. As she watched the scene via TV, a length of razor wire slithered around her wrists, creaking metallically as they tightened and jerked her arms upward, tearing at her skin and causing her to scream. She arched forward, pressing her chest against him. This action was taken as an invitation.
He grabbed at her breasts with his free hand, failing to watch the television as he penetrated into her, simultaneous in motion to Keenan, whom groaned and rolled his head back, lulled out of his misery by the pleasant feeling of her moist flesh around him.
“You’re a toy to him--a little rslutslut, just as you are to me, bitch.” He huffed, pushing further into her, tearing her maidenhead as previously promised.
She yelped and moaned, squirming beneath him, swaying her hips with his movements. She swam in pleasure, though repeatedly damned herself. All but Olivia’s thoughts were beyond her control, which would do her no good here, anyway. She flexed her wrists under the pressure of the wire, flinching as a wave of hot, pained pleasure ran through her body, causing shudders and whines of twisted satisfaction.
He smirked, looming over her while thrusting his length into her in complete harmony to the distraught Keenan. She tensed her entire form, tensed her walls around him, which caused Freddy to crane his head back, pushing her into the bed by her shoulders, groaning like a wild animal and slamming into her.
She screamed in pleasure, gripping the dusty sheets between her fingers, causing them to give and tear under the force. She bit down on her lower lip to the point of drawing blood, having long since lost interest in the television set.
Freddy took this opportunity to lean down, lapping up the blood before forcing his tongue into her mouth. A muffled refusal, he would swallow--she was speaking to deaf ears.
Her distaste was as long-lasted and meaningless as the kiss, fading into a satisfied gasp as he pushed his length into her once again. She cried out, clutching her thighs to his sides, fully aware of her approaching climax. Everything about the situation had begun to drive her wild, though in a way that it hadn’t before. There no longer was the confusion of her body’s refusal to cooperate. There was just the feeling, and it would suffice.
Her body, epicurean in nature and moving at the will of his own hands, caused Keenan to grin triumphantly, leaning down against her. He sniffed, breathing in the heat that radiated off of her form. With fingers absently trailing over her soft, perspiring skin, he began to grit his teeth, grasping her sides and pushing into her a few times more before reaching a most pleasing orgasm. Curling over, he nuzzled his head between her breasts, making small circles with his chin and lips before pulling away and dismounting and turning immediately to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Pregnant with some other fucker’s kid,” he mused, reaching into his pocket to remove a pack of cigarettes and a match book.
He stood, having overcome a drunken dizzs, ts, to turn and face her. Something about her was amazingly pitiful, but it took a moment before he noticed the blotch of red on her inner thigh. Upon taking closer examination, a message was etched. Sweet, sweet sixteen ran across her thigh like a garter, blood trickling down, staining the sheets beneath. He crashed forward, shaking her violently and screaming her name.
**One last chapter to go, folks! Hope it's fitting your fancy thus far.**
It took no longer than five minutes of staring down at her supple, sleeping figure for Keenan to decide to undo his pants; Freddy followed in perfect unison, aside from the fumbling difficulty Keenan faced with his zipper.
“Please don’t do this.” She had yet to decide which of the two she was talking to, as though begging either to cease would do her any good.
Keenan took it upon himself to add an extra thrill to the scenario, grasping her wrists in one hand and pushing them above her head. He ripped the phone from the wall, yanking away the cord and tying her wrists together. As she watched the scene via TV, a length of razor wire slithered around her wrists, creaking metallically as they tightened and jerked her arms upward, tearing at her skin and causing her to scream. She arched forward, pressing her chest against him. This action was taken as an invitation.
He grabbed at her breasts with his free hand, failing to watch the television as he penetrated into her, simultaneous in motion to Keenan, whom groaned and rolled his head back, lulled out of his misery by the pleasant feeling of her moist flesh around him.
“You’re a toy to him--a little rslutslut, just as you are to me, bitch.” He huffed, pushing further into her, tearing her maidenhead as previously promised.
She yelped and moaned, squirming beneath him, swaying her hips with his movements. She swam in pleasure, though repeatedly damned herself. All but Olivia’s thoughts were beyond her control, which would do her no good here, anyway. She flexed her wrists under the pressure of the wire, flinching as a wave of hot, pained pleasure ran through her body, causing shudders and whines of twisted satisfaction.
He smirked, looming over her while thrusting his length into her in complete harmony to the distraught Keenan. She tensed her entire form, tensed her walls around him, which caused Freddy to crane his head back, pushing her into the bed by her shoulders, groaning like a wild animal and slamming into her.
She screamed in pleasure, gripping the dusty sheets between her fingers, causing them to give and tear under the force. She bit down on her lower lip to the point of drawing blood, having long since lost interest in the television set.
Freddy took this opportunity to lean down, lapping up the blood before forcing his tongue into her mouth. A muffled refusal, he would swallow--she was speaking to deaf ears.
Her distaste was as long-lasted and meaningless as the kiss, fading into a satisfied gasp as he pushed his length into her once again. She cried out, clutching her thighs to his sides, fully aware of her approaching climax. Everything about the situation had begun to drive her wild, though in a way that it hadn’t before. There no longer was the confusion of her body’s refusal to cooperate. There was just the feeling, and it would suffice.
Her body, epicurean in nature and moving at the will of his own hands, caused Keenan to grin triumphantly, leaning down against her. He sniffed, breathing in the heat that radiated off of her form. With fingers absently trailing over her soft, perspiring skin, he began to grit his teeth, grasping her sides and pushing into her a few times more before reaching a most pleasing orgasm. Curling over, he nuzzled his head between her breasts, making small circles with his chin and lips before pulling away and dismounting and turning immediately to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Pregnant with some other fucker’s kid,” he mused, reaching into his pocket to remove a pack of cigarettes and a match book.
He stood, having overcome a drunken dizzs, ts, to turn and face her. Something about her was amazingly pitiful, but it took a moment before he noticed the blotch of red on her inner thigh. Upon taking closer examination, a message was etched. Sweet, sweet sixteen ran across her thigh like a garter, blood trickling down, staining the sheets beneath. He crashed forward, shaking her violently and screaming her name.
**One last chapter to go, folks! Hope it's fitting your fancy thus far.**