I've Never Heard Of You...
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,128
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Friday the 13th or A Nightmare On Elm Street. Heaven knows I wish I did though. I only own my nameless OC. I'm still broke, so no profit is made from this fic.
Chapter 7
(A/N: I am SO sorry that this one took so long to get up. I had some other things come up that needed to be dealt with. I will attempt to be more timely with my chapters.)
'You wouldn't let me see you, again, today,' she said, quietly. Jason sat, quiet and immobile, behind a whetstone wheel. The girl sat, facing him, on the mattress on the floor. The cellar was clean, respectively. The window allowed the sunlight from outside, into the room, giving it a dim orange glow. Freddy leaned against the door of the adjacent room, watching quietly, invisible to either of them.
Jason's hands were ungloved and the colour of living flesh, again. In fact, his entire 'outfit' was different. It wasn't burned, only dirty and torn with the natural wear of it. The girl did a lot of sleeping, since she'd been returned to Jason. Most likely, exhausted beyond all reason and trying to make up for it. Freddy had sat through countless, pointless dreams. Dreams of staring and dreams that had nothing to do with anything. This was the first in which she had dreamed Jason as he had been, and Freddy paid close attention to every detail.
Especially, since that horrific face was uncovered in this particular dream. Freddy was right. He had only become uglier with age. Freddy couldn't even begin to estimate an age, at this point, that Jason was here.
'Stop hiding from me,' she demanded, in a soft but firm tone. With that, she stood up and came to him, brushing so close to Freddy that he could smell the sweat and dirt on her skin. She reached out and covered the deformed side of his face with one hand. Even with the worst of it covered, he was still hard to look at, in Freddy's opinion. She placed a chaste kiss on his dry, chapped and deformed mouth. With that, Jason seemed to come to life for her. His fingers twitched just before he raised his hands to grasp her hips and pull her body towards himself.
The girl's deft fingers worked at the button and fly enclosure of Voorhees's pants. She slid from his lap, to settle between his legs and Voorhees moved to allow her to drag his pants along his thighs. He was already hard and knew, apparently, what was coming....and wanted it. Freddy watched, intently, as she moved her fingertips, lightly over Voorhees's inner thighs, to wrap her scrawny fingers around his cock and give it a gentle squeeze. 'I missed you so much,' she said, just before wrapping her lips around the head of it. Jason didn't seem to care about what she said...if he'd even heard her. He tried to move his hips upward, to push himself further into her mouth, but she had expected it and quickly held him down. Apparently, he'd tried that same thing before and she'd come to expect it. Voorhees visibly tried to relax and be patient, but it was clear that he was unused to doing so.
The girl took her time to tease the underside of his head with her tongue, until Jason's fists clenched and he tilted his deformed head back against the stone wall behind him. Only then, did she take all of him in. Or, at least, as much as her mouth would allow her to take in of him. She kept her pace slow and agonizing, to the point where even Freddy was beginning to lose patience. When Voorhees had had enough, he gripped a fistful of her hair and tugged lightly, to pull her mouth off of him. She obeyed without complaint and he hastily removed the tattered tank top shirt she wore, and taking the impatient hint, she removed her own panties, leaving her stark naked. Voorhees, on the other hand, kept his clothes right where they were. He reached out, once again, grasping her hips with large hands and guiding her toward his lap, once again. She didn't struggle in the least bit, allowing him to take control for a moment. But, only for a moment.
Freddy was intrigued by the dynamic of it. Voorhees had well earned his way into Hell. In his very own hand-basket even. But, this scrawny bitch controlled him in something where any normal man would lose complete control of himself. She allowed him to position her over him. She kneeled above his lap on her knees, on the hard, cold short bench he was sitting on. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support, but when he attempted to force her downward, that's when she took the control back, halting the movement. 'No. You can't do that. Slowly, at first, remember? That hurts,' she said in a matter-of-fact way, like a teacher.
With the difference in visual and mental aspects of the pair, Freddy couldn't imagine how they survived together. What was it about the girl, that Jason wanted to keep her alive? What was it about Jason that the girl wanted to stay here with him, anyway? How did THIS even become a factor in the relationship? He couldn't even begin to imagine their first night exploring this type of territory together. The control she had over someone that much bigger than her made Freddy, himself, hard, though. At first, he ignored it, concentrating on the two before him.
With Voorhees's hands on her hips, she lowered himself onto him, allowing his cock to slowly enter her. Her breath caught, as her body adjusted for the intrusion. After a moment of holding her breath, she sighed and lifted herself slowly until the head was all that remained inside of her, before moving back down to take him in once again. Jason's hands locked down on her hips, his nails digging in, but she still remained in control. She worked herself over him slowly. Torturing him. Torturing Freddy, as well. His own cock throbbed, watching her roll just a bit, before she lifted herself up and dropped back down. If Freddy had been in Jason's position, by now, he'd have had the girl on her back on the ground, crying out and begging for him to stop.....or fuck her harder. He wasn't sure which scenario he would prefer just then.
She made small, dainty moans while Jason remained silent aside from his heavily laboured breathing. He was close. Freddy thought he could almost feel how close. The girl latched her mouth onto Jason's thick neck and bit down as she moved her rhythm to a faster pace. This time, Jason did make a small moaning noise. His fingers clenched tighter to her hips, and Freddy's scarred hand had made it's way to the front of his own pants to clench his own hardness. He bit his bottom lip, the pressure felt delicious.
The girl moved the bruising hands from her hips. One to cover one of her breasts and the other, she gestured between her own legs. Voorhees understood what she wanted and complied, his thumb pressing and circling her clit. Her pace picked up even more and her pitiful moaning became outright determined growling. Without warning, Jason stood up, cradling the girl in his arms. He laid her out on the ground, beside the large whetstone wheel and picked up where they'd left off. He was in control now. The girl, obediently lifted her legs and snuck her hand between their bodies to continue stroking her own bundle of nerve endings.He pounded into her, relentlessly, bent on making it to the inevitable. And with a few short thrusts, he closed his eyes and let out a deep growl. He'd made it. And, the girl squirmed under him, calling his name, in a raspy voice.
Freddy closed his eyes and gave himself a few strokes through his trousers, before growling out his own orgasm. He stared at the tangle of bodies on the floor only mere feet from him and down to the front of his pants. This bitch would pay for this. Jason wriggled on top of the girl, attempting to move away from her, but she kept her arms and legs wrapped tight around him.
Freddy backed away from them and out of the dream. He had the information he needed. He dreaded having to become such an unattractive being, but to command the girl to retrieve his head, it was necessary. He would keep telling himself that.
'You wouldn't let me see you, again, today,' she said, quietly. Jason sat, quiet and immobile, behind a whetstone wheel. The girl sat, facing him, on the mattress on the floor. The cellar was clean, respectively. The window allowed the sunlight from outside, into the room, giving it a dim orange glow. Freddy leaned against the door of the adjacent room, watching quietly, invisible to either of them.
Jason's hands were ungloved and the colour of living flesh, again. In fact, his entire 'outfit' was different. It wasn't burned, only dirty and torn with the natural wear of it. The girl did a lot of sleeping, since she'd been returned to Jason. Most likely, exhausted beyond all reason and trying to make up for it. Freddy had sat through countless, pointless dreams. Dreams of staring and dreams that had nothing to do with anything. This was the first in which she had dreamed Jason as he had been, and Freddy paid close attention to every detail.
Especially, since that horrific face was uncovered in this particular dream. Freddy was right. He had only become uglier with age. Freddy couldn't even begin to estimate an age, at this point, that Jason was here.
'Stop hiding from me,' she demanded, in a soft but firm tone. With that, she stood up and came to him, brushing so close to Freddy that he could smell the sweat and dirt on her skin. She reached out and covered the deformed side of his face with one hand. Even with the worst of it covered, he was still hard to look at, in Freddy's opinion. She placed a chaste kiss on his dry, chapped and deformed mouth. With that, Jason seemed to come to life for her. His fingers twitched just before he raised his hands to grasp her hips and pull her body towards himself.
The girl's deft fingers worked at the button and fly enclosure of Voorhees's pants. She slid from his lap, to settle between his legs and Voorhees moved to allow her to drag his pants along his thighs. He was already hard and knew, apparently, what was coming....and wanted it. Freddy watched, intently, as she moved her fingertips, lightly over Voorhees's inner thighs, to wrap her scrawny fingers around his cock and give it a gentle squeeze. 'I missed you so much,' she said, just before wrapping her lips around the head of it. Jason didn't seem to care about what she said...if he'd even heard her. He tried to move his hips upward, to push himself further into her mouth, but she had expected it and quickly held him down. Apparently, he'd tried that same thing before and she'd come to expect it. Voorhees visibly tried to relax and be patient, but it was clear that he was unused to doing so.
The girl took her time to tease the underside of his head with her tongue, until Jason's fists clenched and he tilted his deformed head back against the stone wall behind him. Only then, did she take all of him in. Or, at least, as much as her mouth would allow her to take in of him. She kept her pace slow and agonizing, to the point where even Freddy was beginning to lose patience. When Voorhees had had enough, he gripped a fistful of her hair and tugged lightly, to pull her mouth off of him. She obeyed without complaint and he hastily removed the tattered tank top shirt she wore, and taking the impatient hint, she removed her own panties, leaving her stark naked. Voorhees, on the other hand, kept his clothes right where they were. He reached out, once again, grasping her hips with large hands and guiding her toward his lap, once again. She didn't struggle in the least bit, allowing him to take control for a moment. But, only for a moment.
Freddy was intrigued by the dynamic of it. Voorhees had well earned his way into Hell. In his very own hand-basket even. But, this scrawny bitch controlled him in something where any normal man would lose complete control of himself. She allowed him to position her over him. She kneeled above his lap on her knees, on the hard, cold short bench he was sitting on. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support, but when he attempted to force her downward, that's when she took the control back, halting the movement. 'No. You can't do that. Slowly, at first, remember? That hurts,' she said in a matter-of-fact way, like a teacher.
With the difference in visual and mental aspects of the pair, Freddy couldn't imagine how they survived together. What was it about the girl, that Jason wanted to keep her alive? What was it about Jason that the girl wanted to stay here with him, anyway? How did THIS even become a factor in the relationship? He couldn't even begin to imagine their first night exploring this type of territory together. The control she had over someone that much bigger than her made Freddy, himself, hard, though. At first, he ignored it, concentrating on the two before him.
With Voorhees's hands on her hips, she lowered himself onto him, allowing his cock to slowly enter her. Her breath caught, as her body adjusted for the intrusion. After a moment of holding her breath, she sighed and lifted herself slowly until the head was all that remained inside of her, before moving back down to take him in once again. Jason's hands locked down on her hips, his nails digging in, but she still remained in control. She worked herself over him slowly. Torturing him. Torturing Freddy, as well. His own cock throbbed, watching her roll just a bit, before she lifted herself up and dropped back down. If Freddy had been in Jason's position, by now, he'd have had the girl on her back on the ground, crying out and begging for him to stop.....or fuck her harder. He wasn't sure which scenario he would prefer just then.
She made small, dainty moans while Jason remained silent aside from his heavily laboured breathing. He was close. Freddy thought he could almost feel how close. The girl latched her mouth onto Jason's thick neck and bit down as she moved her rhythm to a faster pace. This time, Jason did make a small moaning noise. His fingers clenched tighter to her hips, and Freddy's scarred hand had made it's way to the front of his own pants to clench his own hardness. He bit his bottom lip, the pressure felt delicious.
The girl moved the bruising hands from her hips. One to cover one of her breasts and the other, she gestured between her own legs. Voorhees understood what she wanted and complied, his thumb pressing and circling her clit. Her pace picked up even more and her pitiful moaning became outright determined growling. Without warning, Jason stood up, cradling the girl in his arms. He laid her out on the ground, beside the large whetstone wheel and picked up where they'd left off. He was in control now. The girl, obediently lifted her legs and snuck her hand between their bodies to continue stroking her own bundle of nerve endings.He pounded into her, relentlessly, bent on making it to the inevitable. And with a few short thrusts, he closed his eyes and let out a deep growl. He'd made it. And, the girl squirmed under him, calling his name, in a raspy voice.
Freddy closed his eyes and gave himself a few strokes through his trousers, before growling out his own orgasm. He stared at the tangle of bodies on the floor only mere feet from him and down to the front of his pants. This bitch would pay for this. Jason wriggled on top of the girl, attempting to move away from her, but she kept her arms and legs wrapped tight around him.
Freddy backed away from them and out of the dream. He had the information he needed. He dreaded having to become such an unattractive being, but to command the girl to retrieve his head, it was necessary. He would keep telling himself that.