Freddy's Girl
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,218
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
She stood back staring at him, her lips moist with his saliva, her taut breasts heaving outward as she panted. She wanted to have sex. Wanted to be rid of the unplucked flower that budded between her legs--wanted to feel the delicious pain of being torn and pinned under the heavy weight of a man--or in his case--a demon. She knew one day her mom's boyfriend would find a way to rob her of it anyway--he would find a way to sneak into her room and steal the only thing she held dear. She frowned--she would never let that happen. She would not endure that injustice--it was no man's treasure to take--but hers to give. And as her eyes trailed down to the prominent bulge in his pants. She wanted to give it away. She knew it would be memorable--I mean how many girl's lose their viginity to a demon. She smiled at the thought.
Raven had always been interested in the dark and occult. She had no level of squeamishness about blood or gore--disfigured bodies, mutilated corpses and human limbs--or even demons with scaly or burnt flesh. What others found disturbing and disgusting--she found enticing and intriguing--and what other people found horrible or macabre--she found interesting. She had seen a dead body before. Her father in a casket, his body cold, flesh pallid, lips curled into an eternal smile, made up and stuffed into a suit that hid the bullet wounds that riddled his chest. The bullet wounds that had taken him away from her--made him a fleeting memory. She clenched her fists thinking of him--she had loved him--worshipped him. When her father was alive every thing was better, her mother was sober and she was a sweet, little peppy girl who like ponies and pink dresses, picking flowers and playing with barbies--but her happiness disappated when her father died and she broke all her barbies to pieces and never wore pink again.
He had been a police officer and was shot in the line of duty by someone he stopped for speeding, she gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her arms just thinking about it. About some careless asshole blowing her world away just to avoid getting a ticket. She had been eleven years old--and the night her father died--her hopes, dreams, happiness and carefree nature died with him--replaced with hatred, anger, sorrow and a wall she put up to never let another in. Never let anyone get too close.
But as she looked at the demon standing there staring at her hungrily, cock stiffening in his pants--as she felt her pulse speed and her flesh sizzle with heat, as she felt her self grow wet, felt her self tighten and clench and burn with desire--she decided to tear down her wall and let go of her doubt and inhibitions and give herself to him to fuck and bend and twist.
She smiled solemnly as she came closer, her hand stroking his erection imprisoned in his pants and decided to let the darkness take her. He smiled at her, his thin lips curling into a cruel smile, "Do you want to play little girl? Hmm, do you wanna play with Freddy?" She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly and his grin widened as he thought of the endless possibilities--the endless activities and fun he could have with his new little toy. His eyes roved over her body, stopping on her perky nipples that showed through her sheer nightgown, his cock twitched.
It had been so long...
Raven had always been interested in the dark and occult. She had no level of squeamishness about blood or gore--disfigured bodies, mutilated corpses and human limbs--or even demons with scaly or burnt flesh. What others found disturbing and disgusting--she found enticing and intriguing--and what other people found horrible or macabre--she found interesting. She had seen a dead body before. Her father in a casket, his body cold, flesh pallid, lips curled into an eternal smile, made up and stuffed into a suit that hid the bullet wounds that riddled his chest. The bullet wounds that had taken him away from her--made him a fleeting memory. She clenched her fists thinking of him--she had loved him--worshipped him. When her father was alive every thing was better, her mother was sober and she was a sweet, little peppy girl who like ponies and pink dresses, picking flowers and playing with barbies--but her happiness disappated when her father died and she broke all her barbies to pieces and never wore pink again.
He had been a police officer and was shot in the line of duty by someone he stopped for speeding, she gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her arms just thinking about it. About some careless asshole blowing her world away just to avoid getting a ticket. She had been eleven years old--and the night her father died--her hopes, dreams, happiness and carefree nature died with him--replaced with hatred, anger, sorrow and a wall she put up to never let another in. Never let anyone get too close.
But as she looked at the demon standing there staring at her hungrily, cock stiffening in his pants--as she felt her pulse speed and her flesh sizzle with heat, as she felt her self grow wet, felt her self tighten and clench and burn with desire--she decided to tear down her wall and let go of her doubt and inhibitions and give herself to him to fuck and bend and twist.
She smiled solemnly as she came closer, her hand stroking his erection imprisoned in his pants and decided to let the darkness take her. He smiled at her, his thin lips curling into a cruel smile, "Do you want to play little girl? Hmm, do you wanna play with Freddy?" She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly and his grin widened as he thought of the endless possibilities--the endless activities and fun he could have with his new little toy. His eyes roved over her body, stopping on her perky nipples that showed through her sheer nightgown, his cock twitched.
It had been so long...