Warning - Sexual content - masturbation, incest, oral, consensual sex.
Chapter 23: Too Far Gone
The headboard shuddered and trembled as Katherine vehemently tugged at her restraints. It had been minutes since Freddy left her tied to the bed, naked and frustrated by the trick he played on her. How could he do that to her? Tease her body, kiss and touch her to the point where she was so fucking close to getting what she craved. Her orgasm. Then just seconds before she could revel in the state of her sexual bliss, he pulled his fingers and mouth from her. Leaving her shocked and full of rage at him. She could even hear his mocking laughter as he ventured down the staircase of their old Elm Street home.
She craned her head upwards towards the red velvet scarves and with a snarl yanked them again. An aggravated snarl growled from her throat and then she felt someone whispering her name…
Her vision became blurry, the room darkening and soon a blanket of darkness surrounded her. Her eyes soon opened, and she saw the nurse leaning over her. Katherine glanced to the left then right, discerning that she was lying flat on the bed. The soda that she had was gone from the floor. The liquid remains now mopped up. "Uh, what time is it?" she muttered.
"It's just after 12.30pm. Would you like some lunch?" the nurse replied.
"No, thanks" Katherine pushed herself up on the bed. She absently rubbed her thighs together feeling the moisture between her legs. "I need to use the bathroom, please."
The nurse smiled and Katherine quickly followed her out of the room, down towards the patient toilets. Once inside the room she rushed into one of the end cubicles and shut the door, locking it. She pulled down the lid of the toilet and sat down. Her right hand shook as she slid it into her linen trousers and into her pants. Her fingers instantly contacted with her pussy and the moisture that still coated it. Closing her eyes, she laid her head to the right against the wooden wall of the cubicle and gently began to massage her throbbing clit. Her lips parted slightly as she imagined it was his fingers stimulating her, rubbing and stroking her. She moaned softly and glided her fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out for a few minutes. Her thumb brushed over her clit, and she grunted, moaning out loud and with a tremble she felt her walls clench around her fingers. She eased her eyes open and grounded her teeth in ire. It wasn't the intense sensation that she was hoping for, the same excitement she got when he had touched her before. It was too quick, rushed. Then again it was the first time she had ever touched herself. It was a spur of a moment decision. She had to relieve herself. She slipped her hand out of her trousers, she quickly exited the cubicle and began to wash her hands.
She lifted her pensive gaze to the mirror and saw her face was a blushing red. A part of her wanted to go back to sleep, confront him and demand why he did such a teasing trick on her? As much as a part of her liked being dominated by him, she didn't like being tricked like that. She would wait for an hour or so before deciding when to go to sleep. Though, Sandra may return and stop her attempts to fall asleep. Hopefully she would be away for most of the day. There was a nagging feeling that she was up to something. She was constantly meeting up with Donald Thompson, setting up little meetings. And now over the last day or so she had managed to persuade Max to help her. But help her with what?
Katherine huffed and turned to walk out of the bathroom area. She frustratingly grabbed the edge of her linen top and scrunched it, pondering what to do now as she walked into her room. Her mind meandered back towards her dream and the way he was making her submit to him. As much as she did enjoy it, she wanted some sort of control over the situation she was in. If only he could let her have some sort of control over him. It always had to be his way. No matter what situation she was in. But she was adamant that whenever they got into that sort of intimate situation in the bedroom again that he was going to finish what he started. It wasn't fair on her for him to torment her to the extent that she was literally begging for him to come back to her and finish pleasuring her. It seemed like he didn't care. That it was all a sick joke to him. Disregarding her feelings, what she wanted and desired. But she would tell him the next time she slept how she felt. And he would be seeing her soon, real soon.
…
Kirsten glanced over at Alan as they lingered outside the barren, run down power plant. The sky was overcast, dark clouds slowly rolling in from the west. She had never been outside the structure before. Either in the waking world or the dream world. So, when Alan suggested that she focused on the power plant, to transport them to the building she was incredibly uneasy. Afraid to be exact. Why did she have to leave the safety of the school gymnasium? It was a place that she enjoyed visiting when she was younger, when she was an avid gymnast. He had quietly explained to her that to fully regain control over her power she would have to put herself in a situation where she would feel scared. And well, this fucking power plant had been the scourge of many nightmares over the last several weeks. He had promised her that it would only be for a short while.
But with every second they stood outside this factory; she felt her serenity start to wither away.
"So, is this where he died?"
"Yeah" she nodded uncertainly. "I'm sorry, but I don't like this!"
He stepped closer to her and placed a warm hand on her shoulder, "Remember you have to focus. This is your dream. He only visits it. You're in your own mind. You are in control. Not him"
She glanced up at the sky. The clouds were now black, a blanket of darkness towering over them. But soon a faint reddish glow began to stain the clouds, spreading across the sky until it was a deep blood red. Crackles of red lightning shattered the sky making her jump. Her gaze went towards Alan who appeared unaffected by the change in the scenery of the sky above. He smiled comfortingly at her. "Don't lose your concentration!"
A deep rumbling echoed beneath their feet, and they glimpsed down at the gravel and stones. They shook and trembled as though the ground was giving way. Kristen gasped and staggered to her right and clasped onto Alan's arm tightly. Her eyes widened in fear as the gravel began to shake and part as thin blood-stained arms burst through from below. Several small, mutilated children thrust themselves out from the ground, clambering and crawling forward. Leaving a trail of blood and sloppy remains of intestines and other gooey body organs behind them, from their gutted corpses. Kristen began to breathe heavily and quickly glanced to the right at Alan. The lines on his face seemed set in stone, there was not a flicker of emotion on his face. He looked so serene. So calm. Unaffected by the mass of slaughtered children that were encircling them. There were dozens of them, girls and boys. Their ages ranged from four or five years old to perhaps ten or eleven years old.
Alan gently clasped her right hand and looked down as a bloodied girl crawled towards him and with a snarl swiped at him with her bony nails. He didn't flinch as the fingers flew through his ankle, like a mirage. He smiled and turned towards Kristen. "If you don't fear them, they can't hurt you. Remember, just keep your focus. That is the key"
Kristen straightened her back. Confidence surged through her as she glared impassively at the corpses of the children as they staggered back and forth, like a swarm of zombies. Her eyes avoided their dead, pale faces and as she was about to turn towards Alan, the glimpse of three new figures amongst the children caught her attention.
Her bottom lip quivered as she saw Kincaid as he rose from the gravel. His white vest top marred in red blood, the liquid continuing to spurt and spill from the four deep stab wounds at the side of his left ribcage. Next to him was the stumbling figure of Taryn, the destruction of her body now finally being revealed to her. Thick white foam spewed from her pale blue lips. Her eyes were gaunt, red blood-shot eyes that were bleeding profusely. The t-shirt that was adorning her was ripped apart, showing her yellow skin that was sucked inwards, exposing the bones of her ribcage and chest. Her arms and legs were thin, gangly and bent and twisted as she ambled forward. A faint whisk of invisible metal seared through the air peeling away her skin to show gooey, decomposing remains of her organs. Her liver was black and flabby, her intestines were rutted, and her lungs and heart were melting before her eyes.
Slowly, Kristen took a step back gasping and muttering quietly. "Oh god. Taryn!"
Alan took her shoulders in his strong hands and twisted her gaze towards his. "Don't let those apparitions trick you! They aren't your friends!"
Her eyes flickered towards Taryn and Kincaid. Then she saw him, someone that she had feelings for, but never had the opportunity to tell him. Joey.
The lower part of his body, his thighs and crotch were hacked and gutted. Chunks of flesh were missing; some severed flesh was hanging around his legs. Blood spurted and gushed from his decimated crotch as he stared hauntingly at her. She began to sob, then heard Alan again trying to encourage her. "Look away. Don't look at them!"
She inhaled deeply and then saw him. Lingering amongst the apparitions. His resolute, harsh gaze was not set on her. But towards Alan who stood at her side. Alan whispered quietly. "Kirsten, wake us up. Now!"
Kristen nodded quickly and with two light taps to the back of her right hand, they vanished from the dream…
Freddy snarled in rage as he pushed his way through the corpses. His blades wiggled quickly at his side. Just who the fuck was that guy with Kristen? He had sensed his presence in the dream, but for some peculiar reason he couldn't access his mind. It was something that should have come instinctively to him, without any effort. But it was as though the stranger was blocking him out. But how? Was he new in town? Springwood was a small little town; he knew most of the fuckers from his neighborhood when he was alive. This guy was a newcomer to the town. Those cunts had recruited him to help them. "Fuckers"
He swung away and the power plant vanished, the industrial estate that surrounded him faded away into his master bedroom. Another scowl crossed his face at the loose red velvet scarves laying on the pillows. She was now awake. Damn it. He knew that she would be pissed off at him, for teasing her, bringing her to within seconds of her orgasm then denying her it. But she needed to understand that like with everything in her life, there would be times when he would be in control. It wasn't that he didn't like her feistiness and her bold attitude. He did and often enjoyed fighting her whenever she fought back. But he would only allow her to show that brashness when it suited him. The sooner she accepted that the better.
…
"I can't believe how calm you were!" Kristen exclaimed and shook her head.
Alan smiled as he sipped his green tea. "I told you. If you are peaceful in your mind. You can easily control your dream. Control your emotions when the situation starts to become out of control. Just like what happened there. It is retraining your mind" his smile grew as he praised. "You did very well. I believe I may have seen him."
Michael's head jerked towards him, eyes wide. "You saw Krueger?"
"Yes. He was at the back beyond those specters of the dead children. He was wearing a hat and what seemed to be some sort of metal claw on his right hand."
"Yeah" Nancy sneered. "That's the bastard"
Sandra slowly paced the room, her thumb nestled between her teeth as she mused for a moment. "We've tried this twice now in the space of a few hours. I know it may not be much practice" she stopped before Kristen and knelt before her. "But do you feel that you have some sort of control over your power now?"
She nodded, blue eyes flashing with encouragement. "Yes, I feel that Alan has given me a little confidence boost!"
"Good" Sandra sprung to her feet and snatched the small black phone on a nearby chest of drawers. "I'm going to phone Max"
Her fingers punched in his number and after the fourth ring he answered. "Hello?"
"Hi Max, it's Sandra Turner here."
"Hey"
"I just wanted to check in with you. Did you have your meeting with Dr Carver?" she asked.
"Yes, it went surprisingly well. I am back on duty tonight. I've managed to be placed onto Katherine's ward tonight. From 8pm to 8am" he replied.
Sandra laughed in disbelief. "Really? That soon?"
"Yes, do you still need my help?"
"Yes" she nodded eagerly and glanced over at Donald and James as they lingered in the doorway of the motel room. The door was opened, allowing fresh air into the stuffy room. They huddled together as they smoked their cigarettes. Donald looked over to her and raised an eyebrow. She mouthed over.
We're getting her out tonight.
"Would you be able to come around to the motel? We can discuss how to proceed."
"Yes, I'll be there in twenty minutes" Max replied.
She smiled, "Thank you" and then ended the call. Turning to the others, she crossed her arms. "Max is coming over. He is on Katherines' ward tonight. I want to break her out of the ward this evening."
"Why tonight?" Michael asked.
"The sooner we get her out of that damn hospital and out of this town, the safer it will be for her. You may not have seen much of her over the last few weeks but believe me she is changing" she twisted around to Nancy and Kristen, staring ponderously at them both. "Girls, I understand that you both have family in Springwood. That you are both attending school and college. But I think it would be in your best interests to move to Central City. Even for a few months"
Nancy scoffed, uncertain at this suggestion. Donald discerned her hesitation and cut in. "Nancy, I'll speak to your mother. She has some relatives in Central City. Two cousins. You can stay with them"
"What are you going to say to her?" she muttered.
"I'll think of something" he pondered.
"My mom will go nuts!" Kristen laughed. "Though, saying that she is more concerned about her golf buddies than me lately."
"I'll speak to her too. Kristen, I know that your parents divorced a few years ago. Where is your father now? I heard that he was living in Central City. Do you know if he is still here?" Donald looked over at the young girl.
"Yeah, I know his number" she nodded.
Sandra turned towards her son, grabbing his attention. "Michael, we can go to the dormitory after we finalize our plans with max. We can pack your and Katherines' belongings. When it is all over, I'll contact the Community College to advise them you'll no longer be attending your courses"
He gave a little nod, then frowned. Thinking of Katherine. "How do you think she'll react? Katherine doesn't know anything, does she?"
She shook her head. "No. To be honest, I'm rather nervous about how she will react. She may not be cooperative."
"But once she realizes that we are trying to help her, she'll understand. I'm sure of it!" he smiled encouragingly.
But Sandra knew that deep down, he could be wrong.
It was a little while later when Max arrived. Dressed in his Westin Hills uniform. He stood over the kitchen table, staring down at the hospital plans and pointed at another back door. "That leads to Katherine's new ward. There is staircase that leads down to that area."
Donald peered at where his finger pointed at and spoke. "That is near the emergency exit where we sneaked in Michael the other night."
Max nodded. "That's right. There are about five patients in the ward. It is relatively quiet from what I spoke to one of the nurses this afternoon. Where I am sitting, I monitor the CCTV screens. I'll disable the system for twenty minutes. Any longer and it may arouse suspicion. They normally review the security tapes every morning. But because the system is relatively new, there have been some problems with the signal. Normally if there are any breaks in the signal, they put it down to faulty wires. They are constantly repairing the system"
"And it will just be you on duty? No-one else?" Donald dug his hand into his beige jacket for his smokes.
"Yes, just me. What time will you be there for?" He directed his question to Sandra.
"I'm going to be there at 8.30pm and pack away some of the clothes she has in her room. She will be surprised that she is leaving. She is going to ask questions" she rubbed her forehead lightly. "After we get her out of the hospital, we drive straight for Central City"
"Good" Donald took a quick drag of his smoke, "When we get to the city, we'll plan on pulling that fucker out of the dream"
"And then what? Do we arrest him?" Kristen questioned.
"No, we kill him. Then we bury him, give him a proper burial. Not that he deserves one" Nancy sneered.
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Michael are you ready to go to the dormitory. We can meet back here at 7.30pm, then we can make our way towards Westin Hills."
…
Sandra walked briskly behind Michael as he wandered down the corridor of the student halls, directly towards Katherine's dorm. He huffed out a puff of air, uneasy at entering this room as it had been a while since he had been there. The last time when that fucker has possessed him. He turned the handle and entered, his eyes roaming across the bed and chest of drawers until they landed on a dark red patch on the carpet. He shuddered and glanced over to his mother as she too stared at the stain.
"Is that from where he had beaten her?"
"Yeah" he whispered hoarsely.
She gave a muted nod and then glanced under the bed, seeing a black suitcase. "Come on. Help me pack away her clothes. There are some boxes over there too."
He grabbed the first two drawers and yanked them open, pulling out her underwear, vest tops and t-shirts. Under a bundle of tops he found a small black and white photograph she had got Diane to take of them a few weeks before they left the city. They sat on her porch in Glendale Avenue, with her sitting on the bottom step with him on the step above her. His legs were spread as she nestled her body in between his, his arms wrapped lovingly around her chest and their smiling faces stared at the camera. A contented smile tugged his lips upwards, and he sighed. "Do you think she'll be okay? That the therapy will help her?"
Sandra placed a few books and art pads into a cardboard box. "I'm sure it will. But she'll need intensive therapy. Cognitive, behavioral. Even dream therapy. To help her deal with the experience she went through with that bastard. She'll suffer from flashbacks. You all will. When we arrive in Central City, after we get rid of him you all will be prescribed hypnocil. For a short time"
Michael sighed, folding several t-shirts and trousers into the luggage. "She might not like that"
"I understand that Michael. But she needs to take it. It'll be part of her therapy course. I have spoken to Doc about this. He says if it is required, he get some of his people in lab to convert it from tablet form into liquid form so we can administer it to her through a syringe if she doesn't willingly take it by tablet form"
"What about Mrs Burroughs? What will we say to her?" Michael zipped up the suitcase having finishing packing away Katherine's clothes.
"We'll deal with that when the time comes" she followed him out of the room and left the boxes, suitcase at the entrance to his own room. He stepped into his room and quickly began to shove his items of clothes into his suitcase, not bothering to fold them. He wanted this evening over and done with. "Mom, you were talking about Katherine's traumatic bonding disorder she has. How long do you think she'll have to go through therapy for?"
"I'm not sure" she shrugged doubtfully, "It may be months. Perhaps a few years"
Michael dragged his suitcase out of his room. "Do you think she'll be upset? I mean, we are leaving Springwood."
"Yes, she is becoming too close to her father. She has been sleeping too much, constantly wanting to be near him. Like when she was a little girl. I have tried to explain to her that her relationship with him is detrimental to her mental health. But she doesn't seem to understand and that is what worries me"
Michael blinked away his tears and asked a question that had been plaguing him over the last few nights. "Do you think she still loves me?"
Sandra spun around to him, her blue eyes widening in surprise at his question. "Michael don't be silly. Katherine does love you. She told me that she loves you. Don't you ever doubt that!"
He hesitantly nodded and forced a smile, praying and hoping his mother was right.
….
The black bristles of a hairbrush ran and stroked through thick brown locks as Katherine agitatedly brushed her hair. She felt aggravated and on edge ever since leaving the bathroom. After having her lunch, she decided that she would take another nap and had told the nurse on duty. The need to try and take control whenever she was in her father's company was something that she desperately wanted. She wanted him to know that he couldn't have it his way all the fucking time. Despite not being as physically strong as him, it wouldn't stop her from using whatever vigor she had left to fight against him, gain some power over him. Though, whether it would work or not, that remained to be seen. But she was going to fucking try. Her remaining sanity was shattered, destroyed. She knew that now. And she didn't care. It was going to be her and her father now. No one else.
Her right hand that held the brush fell to her lap as her mind momentarily meandered to Michael. She frowned slightly, what should she do? What should she tell him? If only she could persuade him to leave Springwood, to get as far away from here as possible. Only then would he be safe. The feelings of love and devotion towards Michael were still there in her heart. She didn't want him to die. But that didn't mean he had chosen him over her father. Her choice was her father.
Lifting her hands, she lightly ran her fingers through her hair and shoved the brush back into her duffle bag. Her eyes scooted towards the clock facing her bed. It was a little past 2pm. Hopefully Sandra would not be back until later that evening. She didn't want her to wake her up and scold her like she was some little child. She was a grown woman and could make her own decisions. No matter if they seemed irrational and dangerous. This was her life and if her decisions involved her father, then it wasn't Sandra's business.
She took a long deep breath and exhaled, then climbed under the bed covers. Her head rested against the pillow and before she closed her eyes, she contemplated on how to approach entering the dream. Each time she fell asleep he would take her to where he wanted her to be. But she had to think of a place where she wanted to go. Her old bedroom would be the best place. Her eyes dropped closed and she concentrated, thinking of her bedroom. The baby pink bed sheets on her single bed, the white dresser and the array of dolls and toys that were scattered in her room. A place where she felt safe throughout her childhood. Her consciousness began to wane, sleep overpowering her and darkness crept over her body. Submerging her. Then suddenly she heard a clink of a light being switched on.
Her eyes snapped opened and she giggled, pleased at her new location. "It worked" her legs swung over the edge of her old bed, and she rose to her feet. Her hands lightly trailed over the all too familiar dusty pink dress he seemed to love seeing her wear.
Katherine slowly walked towards the door, wondering where he was. Usually, he would appear straight away to greet her. Invading her space at any opportunity he had. Her right hand clasped the handle and the door creaked open as she pulled the handle. Her brown eyes darted swiftly to the right towards the landing, then over the railing down to the staircase. An eerie silence greeted her, no sound of boots approaching or the metallic click of his claw. Her gaze soon turned towards her left to the master bedroom, her father's bedroom. She would wait for him there…
Freddy glared down at the red photo book he had created of Katherine when he was alive. The tip of a single blade tracked the outline of her face on the photo from her prom night. He had sensed her entering the dream and would have customarily appeared to her from the moment she dreamt, but he decided to keep her waiting. She would still be a bit pissed off at him for the sneaky little game he played on her earlier that morning. But fuck it, she had to learn who was in charge. Tapping the tip of the blade on her photo he flicked his claw and the book slammed shut, and he left the room.
As he approached his bedroom, he noticed the hazy glow of a light from within. Her presence emanated from inside also, her emotion that she conveyed seemed to be of serenity. She wasn't angry to his surprise. He pushed two of his metal talons against the wood of the door and gently pushed it opened. The wood creaked in its hinges and swung outwards. His eyes narrowed; a ripple of curiosity shot through him as he stepped into the room. His meditative gaze fell upon Katherine as she sat at her side of the bed, to the far left. Her wavy hair hung loosely around her indifferent face that stared straight ahead. Her left ankle was crossed over her right one and her hands were laying limply on her lap.
The corner of Freddy's charred lips curled upwards into a fiendish smirk, and he rapaciously stalked over to her.
Katherine finally blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and turned her head to the left. It titled to the side, and she slowly rose to her feet, flashing him a sultry smirk.
Freddy halted half a foot from her and swished and clicked his blades at his side. Contemplating what to do. He watched as she fully turned her body towards him. Her smirk slowly morphed into a playful smile. "Hi!" she chirped, voice soft and provocative.
He locked his meditative eyes with hers and smirked. The brown irises of her eyes were darker, almost black like her pupils. She looked like the reflection he had shown her in her bedroom. It seemed that she had finally changed into the reflection with those wild, brazen eyes. Her face held the look of an animal, desirous yet roguish. As she had said at the time, she looked like him. She really was too far gone. This was fucking perfect. It was time to test her again.
He inched forward. But Katherine remained still, not flinching. Instead, she lifted her head backwards and eased her own body forward, raising her hands slowly towards his arms. Freddy smiled brandishing his rotten teeth and before he could crash his lips onto hers, she grabbed both his upper arms and with a rush of strength that surprised them both she shoved him to the left onto the bed with a thud. Her body pounced over his and she eagerly straddled his hips, letting out an unhinged giggle. Freddy sneered, then smirked as he glared up at her. Her hair surrounded the sides of her face like veil as she bent over him, her hands gripping his arms tightly. Her lips displayed a crafty smile, eyes twinkling madly with glee. He titled his head to the right, his hat lopsided to the left on his charred skull.
He raised his head a few inches from the mattress chuckling softly in the back of his throat. Freddy knew that he could overpower her, force her beneath him in one swift move. But he wanted to see what she was up to. He would let her believe she had the upper hand, only for a little while. "And what do you think you're doing? Mmm?"
Katherine shifted her body, maneuvering her crotch over his and with a grunt she shoved it down hard onto his clothed cock. She teasingly rubbed herself against him and he chuckled again. He flashed her a pleased smile and drove himself up against her. Her eyes momentarily closed, and she sighed before opening them again. Her eyes locking with his. "Now, come on daddy. You did say I could go on top!"
Freddy laughed, astonished by her brashness. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah" she whispered softly and gyrated her crotch against his again.
He muffled a groan and glanced down at her hips, seeing at the material on her dress was scrunched up around her slender hips. His eyes widened in disbelief seeing that her pussy was bare and on show. Licking his lips slowly he flashed her a mischievous grin. The little minx. She threw him a naughty smile and eased her gyrating to a standstill. Then she felt it, a force pushing against the back of her head. Forcing her forward as Freddy lifted his head from the mattress, his grin still planted on his face. The strength she had on his right arm weakened, allowing Freddy to wrestle his arm from hers and with one swoop his glove wrapped around her throat delicately. He yanked her head forward and cackled softly, "Well, guess what princess? I lied!"
Katherine's eyes burned with rage and as she opened her mouth to rebuke, he had flipped her over. She shrieked as she was shoved hard onto the mattress and soon, he had mounted her. Katherine squirmed underneath him and he grasped her arms ramming them onto the bed. Pinning her below him. Ceasing her struggles, she glared up at him and spat. "This is not fair!"
Freddy chuckled viciously and inclined his head forward, his mouth inches from hers. He felt her trying to pry her legs apart, but he tutted and shoved her legs together with his knees. Her eyes flashed again with rage. "Why did you do that to me earlier? I was so close to cuming and you stopped!"
A devious grin grew across his face, and he dipped his head forward towards the crook of the right side of her neck. He inhaled her scent, moaning softly and lightly kissed and sucked at her skin. She mewed faintly in reply and glanced at his face as he murmured against her throat. "I was teasing you. You should know that I like to be in control!"
She exhaled angrily and titled her head to the left giving him more access to her neck as he continued to molest it with his tongue and lips. "It's not fair for you to be in control all the time!"
His glove uncurled from her left wrist and reached up towards the edge of her dress, digging two blades into the fabric cutting it apart to reveal her chest and breasts. Raising her left hand she lightly jabbed her sharp nails into the upper back of his sweater, making him groan loudly against her neck. He felt his cock tighten, hardening and he smiled jubilantly at the stinging pain from her nails. Trailing his tongue along her neck he licked upwards along her jaw to her earlobe and muttered. "Do you want to fuck or not?"
Her head craned to the left, peering at him and an eager smile crept over her face. "Yes, but you better not trick me again!"
His eyes flew towards her, and he saw the threatening look in her eyes. Laughing fiendishly he crashed his mouth onto hers, his tongue quickly diving into her receiving mouth. She moaned softly and her own slick pink tongue began to swirl and flick against his own. Battling each other. His left hand dug into her hair and tugged her head back sharply to the right. She groaned loudly and felt the steel of his blades glide along her waist to her left thigh. The metal curled around her flesh, and he yanked her thigh apart.
Katherine whined as she felt his tongue slither from her mouth as he broke the kiss. But soon his mouth began its way down neck again, kissing and licking. His jagged teeth skimmed and nipped at her skin, grazing it and creating a few bloodied nicks along her throat. She hissed and gasped as his teeth and mouth continued onwards down past her collarbone to her breasts. His left hand groped her right mound, twisting and pulling at her nipple, while his mouth devoured her left nipple, sucking and twiring his tongue over the pink bud. She moaned appreciatively and slid her own hands under his sweater and prodded her fingernails into his burnt, furrowed skin and jerked them down a few inches. Her nails drew blood and a thrilled moan of approval came from Freddy who smiled against her left breast, then whispered. "Do that again sweetheart"
She dug her fingernails in again, deeper and tugged them along his back again. More blood spewed from his charred flesh and he sighed gutturally, again smiling against her flesh. The pleasure coursing through his body from the feel of her nails digging into his flesh was amazing.
Katherine slipped her hands from under his sweater and grasped the bedclothes as he began to shift his body downwards towards her hips. She enthusiastically spread her legs and he quickly put his head in between them. His eyes flickered up to her face then back to her pussy lips that were nice and wet. His tongue slithered out as he dove in, plunging his tongue into her walls and she squealed into the air above her. The blades on his glove swirled around her thigh and he yanked her pussy further into his face. His tongue lapped and plunged fast into her core, swirling and twisting inside. She moaned and panted, eyes closed in her lust, and she shrieked again as his tongue zealously stroked inside her. Her mouth parted in awe as she felt his tongue begin to grow, stretching further inside her. There was no way his tongue could be that long.
Freddy pushed his index finger on his scarred hand against her clit, rubbing it firmly in a circular motion making her groan and mutter in delirium. "Oh, god…"
His tongue thrust in and out of her walls, feeling them tremble and shake. Then he withdrew his appendage from her and flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit a few times, making her moan again. Satisfied that she was ready for him he lifted his head away from her core and straightened up. Breathing heavily, she lowered her lustful eyes down to him as he straddled her hips and reached down towards his belt and zip. The leather belt was quickly unbuckled and the sound of his zip being yanked down made her heart thump rapidly against her ribcage. Anticipation of what was to come consuming her as her cheeks blushed red with excitement. Her thighs instantly spread apart from him as he shoved his trousers down towards his ankles and gripped his cock with his free hand. He lightly stroked it and smirked down at her.
Slowly, he positioned the head of his pulsating cock at her labia and temptingly slid it up and down. But he refrained from pushing past the lips, just teasing her to her disdain as she grumbled angrily. Katherine sneered and frantically grabbed his hips and attempted to pull him into her wet entrance. Freddy scowled and tutted, pulling away his cock away from her. "No, you don't!"
"Damn it!" she growled.
He mockingly laughed, then started up the slow, thrusting of his hand over his cock and flaunted her a coy smile. Her lips trembled with ire and they dropped opened as she began to reproach, but was caught off guard as he swiftly prodded the tip of his cock against her moist lips. They slid along her labia, and he slid forward, pushing into her walls. She threw her head back against the pillow, a delighted grin stretched over her face. Her eyes gleamed with jubilation and she slowly wrapped her legs around his waist as he gave his cock a quick thrust into her. Freddy groaned deeply and smirked. His glove clamped around the side of her face titling her heated gaze towards his. "Ready for the ride?"
Katherine smiled madly and felt his cock slowly slid back, so that the tip was nestled inside her then with a groan he drove back into her. But to her surprise it was not as forceful and fast as he would usually fuck her. As his whole cock drove back into her, his balls brushing against the inside of her thighs he suddenly ceased his movements for a second. Then slowly withdrew again. Repeating the slow, provocative thrusts into her tight wet walls several more times. Katherine mewed softly, becoming disgruntled at the slowness of his plunges into her pussy. Her eyes narrowed in contempt as she glared at him and clamped her hands on his scarred, rutted flesh hips and tried to shove him faster into her. "C'mon!"
Freddy squeezed the blades on his claw around her cheeks tightly. "Patience baby girl"
She winced at the pressure of the blades on her skin and whined as he yet again leisurely glided out of her, then pushed in again at a very slow pace. Freddy bit down on his lip, as was restrained himself from pummeling into her at a frantic speed. It was something that he rarely did. Fucking someone slow. But it was all a game he was playing with her. The feel of her wet canal was blissful, clamping around him and gripping him with each slow plunge.
"Why are you doing this to me?! You're teasing me again!" Katherine moaned.
Freddy chuckled and slid out, then drove back in but with a little more force. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped in surprise and a sly smirk tugged at her lips. Glancing down at her rounded breasts Freddy lowered his lips to her right nipple and languidly licked at the bud, then sped up his slow thrusts. Increasing the ferocity with each rock of his hips against hers. Her moans steadily began to grow, echoing in his ears as he propelled his cock into her again and again. Faster and harder than before. He groaned, sucking firmly on her nipple and felt her hips thrusting down on time with when he drove himself into her. Smiling against her flesh he gave her breast one last kiss and the averted his gaze to her face. Her back arched against his chest as he rammed into her vehemently and she cried out in pleasure.
He uncurled his blades from her cheek and flicked one of his talons at her chest below her collarbone, creating a thin line of blood. She hissed out in pain, and he moaned huskily, and he quickly bent down to lick away the blood.
Katherine's eyes clamped shut as she felt an intense burning sensation stirring from her core, ready to explode throughout her body. Her legs shook as she cried. "I'm going to cum!"
"Not fucking yet!" Freddy sneered.
"Please!" she gasped as he drove into her again, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs. Her eyes flew towards his as he plunged into her, pushing his cock to the hilt. Katherine groaned and squealed, trying to regulate her breathing. But she was losing control. Her orgasm was so close. The steel blades slid into her hair and with a firm yank he tugged her head to the left exposing her throat and with a venomous snarl he latched his mouth onto her neck. His jagged teeth skimmed and grazed along her skin, digging into her sweaty flesh threateningly making her whimper and wince in pain. Freddy gyrated his hips, pounding into her more powerfully. He felt his balls twitch, a deep tingling growing and he lifted his mouth from her skin. "Now!"
Katherine's legs trembled as her walls shuddered and clamped hard around his throbbing cock. As he felt his orgasm take over Freddy bit hard onto her neck, marking her skin with several puncture marks and grazes. Blood spewed from her marred flesh, and he eagerly sucked and licked at the red metallic liquid. He heard her muffled squeal that merged into a long, desirous moan of rapture. A gush of liquid slid down her walls and around his cock as he spasmed and spilled himself into her. His own moans soon amalgamating with hers. He continued to thrust into her, his pace slowing as they rode out their orgasms until he came to a stop and withdrew his bloodied teeth from her tarnished neck that was littered with small gnash and bit marks.
Her pants fluttered over his face as she laid her head on the grimy pillow. She smirked; her eyes half closed as he reveled in the fading waves of pleasure that swept through her body. Feeling the edge of his nose nuzzling against her blood-stained throat she looked down at Freddy as his tongue slithered out to lap at her blood. "That was fun. I enjoyed that!" Katherine whispered.
Freddy slowly raised his gaze to hers and saw the deranged smile that graced her red blushing face. He chuckled triumphantly at her response and smiled. Knowing full well that he had won her over. There was no turning back for her. And he knew from the ardent, crazed gleam in her eyes that she didn't care. He had said to her before that she would have to make a choice. And she finally made her decision.
She had chosen him.