Chapter 11 - Ravaged by the Beast

Shear unadulterated pain. It started at the top of her head, and ended in her toes. Never had she felt anything this horrible. Screaming, Cat fell to the floor, writhing. "Come to Freddy, BITCH!" was all she heard. When the pain finally stopped, Cat was curled in a heap on the ground. She felt heat, and damp, heard water dripping, heavy breaths, smelt fire. A hand caressed her head.

Cat relaxed a little and allowed herself to be helped to her feet. Holding her head between her hands, she looked up, and saw him. Ragged, dirty sweater, old brown hat, and that grin. That horrible grin that she had been dreading to see since the dream she had on the sofa.

"Took you long enough, Princess. Freddy doesn't like to be kept waiting, ya know". Freddy grabbed her roughly by the arm. "Now, you have to take your medicine". Cat lost it, no longer could she fight the feeling to shriek. Screaming, and crying, she struggled, all the while, Freddy's grip getting stronger and stronger. He drug her down the corridor once again, and threw her in the little room. Again, she was strung up, face to the wall, and again he was behind her, pressing needfully against her.

"Nothing to bother us here princess". He said. With a snap of his fingers her arms were released. Cat sobbed. She felt his hands on her shoulders, one soft, one cold. He gently turned her around and looked at her with that maniacle grin. "Now, lets see, where should I start"

Cat looked up into his eyes, "Ahh, I see the pain there. Good. Now to make you scream". Freddy put his hands on her waist and hitched her up. With his tongue he started tracing her collar bone, her neck, and down to the top of the lace trim on her gown. Cat vainly tried to push him away.

"I don't think so, bitch!" Freddy hit her. Growling in anger, Freddy grabbed the back of Cat's hair.

"You wanna play rough, good, I like to play rough". He kicked Cat off her feet and slammed her onto a small cot that was set up in the room. Immediatly straps wrapped around Cat's wrists, and ankles. She was strapped down painfully. Freddy chuckled.

"So, let's see what that body looks like under that gown, why don't we". He traced to the hem of the short gown with his claws. Then, ever so carefully he hooked the hem of the gown with one of those metal lengths of death. Deftly he sliced her gown up the middle, making sure to cut the straps as well. The material of the gown fell away from Cats' voluptuous form.

"I haven't seen a body like this in years. Teens are nice, but nothing is a sweet as a full form", he said as he caressed and teased her breasts. As he bent down to suckle them, Cat squirmed. The straps around her ankles and wrists tightened just a little, enough to make her stop. Stopping suddenly, he raised up. Cat could tell he was torturing himself with the feel and scent of her body.

The fear kept growing in Cat's chest. What is he going to do to me? she worried. Will the physical rape be as bad as the mental rape he had put her through earlier, or worse. Suddenly, Cat felt the pressure of where he was on her release. He had stood up and was glaring down at her. Slipping a claw under the side of her panties, he cut, then the other side, leaving her naked and vulnerable, then he stripped himself. Cat was shocked. His skin, under his clothes was burned and scarred as well, but not quite as bad. He was more muscular than she would have guessed, yet long and lean. His member, hard and ready for business, was larger than Alex ever thought about being. He looked at her, mirth growing in his eyes. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. "This is gonna hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me, bitch. I want to hear you scream for me!"

He quickly mounted her and thrust with all of his force. The pain that it caused Cat was unbearable. She had sworn to herself that she would not scream, would not give him that satisfaction, but she could not help herself. For what seemed like hours, he kept her there. Repeatedly rapeing her, and more than once, cutting her. Screams sounding afresh with every new assault. Finally, he seemed to tire of the fun that he was having. He got up, and got dressed. Bending down over her, he caressed her face.

"Let me leave you with this", he said as he slid his hand over her forehead. The pain began anew, splitting her head in two, all the pain of all the people he had ever killed. She screamed till she was horse, then he pushed harder. Never had she screamed so loud and so hard in her whole life. Little did she know that he was healing her body, healing her wounds that he had inflicted, repairing the damage of having children, and having sex. He was making her body virginal again, one that he could own completely.