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1656 Living in Deaddolfhin Illinois had its advantages some said. Founded acc ording to accepted local legend on the site of an early settler s fish-market wh y the f instead of the traditional p no one knew. It had come though to be a rather well-loved little urban idiosynchrasy - something to engage visitors ove r conversationally if nothing else.
Jenny Cornwall by whatever yardstick one were to use was a cutie. Just eighteen she was in her last year of high-school. Having her mind set on a career in journalism she was determined to follow in t he footsteps of her illustrious father who was now a financial analyst for no le ss a tabloid than the New York Times.
Undeniably aiding her in whatever voc ational path she may have chosen was Jenny s physical appearance. Cutie actual ly downplays the situation here. Ventricularly arresting might be nearer the mark. Five-two in bare-feet (should you be so lucky) the most attractive little heart-shaped face looked out at her world through clear hazel eyes highlighted b y sleek dark eyelashes that no street-artist could have pencilled in. Unblemishe d skin complemented the prettiest of natural expressions that drew one to those lips - delicate and so full of promise one could only thank God to have been bo rn male - and in Deaddolfhin. Her exquisitely cut and layered mass of brunette h air which trailed off her lovely shoulders even in the most gentle of winds didn t detract much either.
The good news didn t stop there. The aforementioned five-foot two inches of smalltown middle-American desirability was packaged into a body that did everything right. Her small but beautiful breasts were off-set by an equally restrained but spankable little bottom that sadly had last seen su ch action when she was but maybe four or five years old. Her legs it seemed had been sculptured by a professional who one can only suppose was stretchered off t he field comatose when he reached the top.
Jenny Cornwall was to put it succ inctly one of the most beautiful young girls on the planet.
Late October and circumstances found her hunched-up rather daintily on the floor of her outrageo usly expansive bedroom with her four best-friends from school. It hadn t been a particularly cold evening for the sleep-over despite the meteorological expectat ions that might be ascribed the Cute Kitties of the World calender that hung m arginally askew over her computer desk. October had as its main picture a rath er magnificent study of a white tiger trekking through deep snow carrying her so litary cub by the scruff of it s neck. To the left of the calender and partly ob scured by her carved table-lamp was a sign which read A home without a cat is just a house which adequately summed-up Jenny s views on the subject.
Cyndi Andersson wasn t far behind in the Girls I d like to kidnap for a month stake s. Of Nordic parentage as might be guessed from her surname she was slightly tal ler than Jenny - around five-four. Long deep-blonde hair and quite exquisite fea tures. One of those girls that whatever the occasion she handled it with style. She didn t suffer fools readily and as a result was accorded the status by the o ther boys at San Carlita High as a seminal-tease as it were. She could so live w ith that!
Bronwyn Lanchard was the serious one among them. The third daughte r of Conrad Lanchard a prominent local attorney her grades were legendary her fu ture (in the legal profession) indisputable. Bronwyn whilst not classically beau tiful was just simply pretty. Maybe it was the way she was constantly brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes as she talked. Perhaps her little habit of g iggling between comments. Certainly her stylish glasses sporting their neat litt le rectangular lenses by
Jeunique lent her an air of extreme vulnerabilit y. More than likely though it was just her breasts did it for her. To die for in any clothing you care to mention tonight as she sat on the floor with her frien ds in those silky little PJ s no man could have shifted his gaze from her arousi ngly prominent cleavage. One might understandably be reminded of the Marianas tr ench.
Lucy Vandenholm could best be described as trippy. Had she been arou nd in the late sixties she would have slotted into life in the Haight-Ashbury di strict of San Francisco like a born natural. An effusive little blonde she had a n interest in all things outre! Could have been a high-ranking Goth except for t he fact she didn t like black! Ear-studs and accessories ran riot up into her ha irline. A rather creative little tattooed scarab sat but centimeters below the r ear naughty upper line of her knickers. To complete the picture her belly butto n played host to a simple gold ring that her father had once threatened to tear- out without anaesthetic should she ever be thus pierced. It had not been without difficulty trying to hide this particular mutilation from his line of vision. S he was though a real sweetie. Cuddly if not a little hypertense she wasn t short of male followers let s say!
Completing the quintet was Jacqui Melville. Ta llest of the group she was not far off five-eight courtesy of those wonderful th igh-dominating legs that were born for show and tell on the catwalk. Decidedly c atlike herself with those piercing green eyes mane of tawny hair and a propensit y to purr when you found the right spot Jacqui was the group s balancing influen ce. Blessed with a truck-load of common sense she could slink her way through an y situation. For her fear had never been an option.
I wish we could go trick or treating again said Jenny to no-one in particular. It s Halloween tomorrow night guys - don t you remember all the fun we used to have? she added wistful ly.
I certainly remember Rick Mancuso in eighth grade laughed Jacqui Alway s looking to give one of the girls a real treat - behind the boy s locker-room . They all laughed.
Well why don t we then? said Bronwyn. Who says you h ave to be ten years old to go out Halloween?
Hello Bron muttered Lucy. L ook at us! We d look like braindead co-eds fronting up to someone s house in de signer jeans and stuff. The other girls stared at her. Besides what are we gon na say? Evening sir Halloween sluts on call - just 500 the group and we take mos t credit cards!
Jenny and Bronwyn cracked up.
Hang on people Cyndi w as getting to her feet. She clasped her bathrobe to her. Why don t we just dres s-up young? I mean we re all pretty short - well except for Miss Vogue magazine over there. Jacqui stuck her tongue out at her.
You mean like little-girl d resses and pigtails type stuff? asked Jenny. You re kidding!
It s mega-si mple replied Cyndi. Just take off your make-up and nail polish hmm she hes itated and well just giggle a lot!
You re serious aren t you Cyndi? enqu ired Lucy hugging her knees and looking up at her friend.
Hey it would be su ch fun guys wouldn t it...really? put in Bronwyn pleased that she had been the i nstigator of the idea.
Put to a quick vote the concept scored big-time. Only Jacqui had held back a little saying Not so sure this is such a good idea girl s. Nevertheless she had gone with the numbers.
Halloween and Deadd olfhin was host to more candle-lit pumpkins than you d find at fruiterers conve ntion in Hell. At the Cornwall residence it was a veritable hive of retrogressiv e girlish activity. Jenny Cyndi and Jacqui had dug out their old year-eight scho ol uniforms which still fitted them to any curve you care to mention. Bronwyn ha d tugged on a pair of Levis with a floppy top that hid the trench while Lucy h ad squeezed herself effortlessly into a little party dress that made her look fo urteen tops! Jenny and Cyndi had gone the pigtail route Bronwyn a pony while Ja cqui and Lucy had simply brushed their hair back and employed a couple of strate gically-placed clasps. To the casual observer a more normal group of bubbly youn g school-kids didn t exist.
The air was crisp to say the least as the group having overlaid themselves with warm coats crossed Chadstone Road heading for Do nners Ridge an older established estate comprising many desirable cedar-built ho mes on large blocks. The streets were tree-lined the front yards for the most pa rt - immaculate and the general aura - one of wealthy if not staid indifference. Lucy herself lived in Greenline Avenue just up on their left.
Hey lets try this house Cyndi called out to her friends. Giggling they climbed the half doze n steps to the small covered verandah. Even as Jenny raised her hand to knock th e front door swung open giving them and the emerging figure the shock of their j oint lives.
Jesus you scared the hell out of me muttered the man pulling up abruptly.
Well it is Halloween sir replied Jenny recovering her own compos ure.
He looked the small group over - clearly undismayed by such redoubtabl e a feminine presence.
Aren t you school-kids just a little bit old for this ? he asked addressing Bronwyn now.
No way she replied We re just getting better at it each year Everyone laughed.
Well then he muttered What can I say? S pose I d better go find you girls some treats. He disappeared back inside leaving the door ajar.
Did you see the way he looked at us? squeaked Lucy.
Yeah more like we were some early Christmas present than Halloween c hipped in Jacqui. Told you guys this wasn t such a great idea.
C mon Jacqu i lighten up said Bronwyn It s just a bit of fun is all.
Right then the m an returned and handed them all various candies. They thanked him and scurried d own the steps leaving him with little more than an empty verandah to talk to.
This is cool cooed Cyndi Let s try the next house.
By the end of the s treet all five girls had their pockets overflowing with enough confectionery to ensure the need of regular dental treatment for years.
Come on girls lets go back said Jacqui. I think we ve gotten more than enough and its getting a bit late.
Just a couple more houses then insisted Cyndi. Hey lets try that s treet opposite. She pointed across the road.
Noo whispered Lucy looking g enuinely concerned. Not up there - it s got a bad reputation.
As in scary? asked Jenny. Whoa! We gotta give it a whirl.
No really insisted Lucy. Kids have always been told to stay clear of that place. Just lots of stories ab out bad things happening there.
Well it looks pretty normal Jenny replied. Let s not wimp out huh?
Lucy shrugged her shoulders. I guess she mutter ed. Jacqui looked doubtful but tagged along anyway.
Indeed Mencole Street app eared entirely normal More of the same cedar-built homes lined both sides of th e essentially straight road ahead. Perhaps the only noticeable difference was ju st how quiet the area was the only sound in evidence being the girl s footfalls.
Deciding by majority-vote to tackle initially the second house on the right the five of them approached the front door well-lit as it was by the overhangin g porch light. On their left two huge carved-out pumpkins placed either side of the entrance steps glowed with candle-lit intrigue. Sounds of some group festivi ty were clearly audible inside.
Huddled together as they were for collectiv e comfort Jenny knocked twice.
Whatever sights they had been expecting to em erge from behind that opening door - Freddy Krueger definitely wasn t one of the m.
Touching the brim of his moth-eaten hat he leered at them. Why its Jenny Cornwall? he exclaimed. Even the voice was uncannily like Wes Craven s hellish creation. So professionally made was the mask they couldn t even see where the facial join was.
God you scared me stammered Jenny. Who are you and how co me you know me?
Same way I recognise Bronny Cyndi. Lucy and Jacqui. the fi gure announced. You re not the only five at San Carlita s y know!
The impl ication of this statement stunned them momentarily.
You re a student there? muttered Lucy incredulously.
Maybe maybe not. The Freddy-figure had pr opped himself up against the doorway. Anything goes on Halloween night girls h e added drawing a solitary knifed finger noisily along the top of the screen doo r.
C mon who are you...really? Bronwyn was almost begging. Is it you Wayne ? This is just the kinda stunt you d pull.
Wayne???? The figure looked wo unded. I m Freddy Krueger...doncha recognise me?
Really? said Jacqui not e ven vaguely impressed with the charade. Well Freddy last thing I knew - you los t your head. I seem to remember Jason Voorhees striding out of Camp Crystal Lake holding it up for the audience. You winked remember?
Yeah he can sure take punishment that one the figure cackled to himself. Dear old Jason. He s here too you know. Wanna come in and meet him? We re having quite a party.
Tell us at least which grade you re in then piped-up Cyndi.
That d give it away the figure retorted. Come on its Halloween - take a risk. Join us in some gh oulish excitement. So saying the grotty apparition turned on its heels and hea ded back inside leaving the front door open.
Look let s get out of here Ja cqui urged them.
Wait said Jenny I gotta find out which one of those San Carlita losers he is. I m sure its not Wayne. I figure its Mark. Look if we all stick together we ll be Ok - don t think anyone s gonna try anything this close to home.
Against her better judgment Jacqui accompanied her friends as the y trudged inside. The door closing behind them as they did so did little to assu age her sense of danger.
I can t open it she said stepping back and trying to turn the handle.
Probably dead-locked called out Lucy. You need a key.
Further along the hallway the sounds of a party in progress were plainly ob vious. Not only was the air hot and cloying it appeared that someone had gone ov erboard with a fog machine ripped-off from some horror-movie set most likely. Wh itish vapor swirled around them in places almost to knee level.
God someone s blown their entire monthly allowance on the costuming and special effects here muttered Bronwyn though none too sure of herself.
An incredibly well lit r oom ran off to the left from the end of the hallway. Taking a few seconds to adj ust they could see several figures moving about. Many appeared to be girls for t he most part pretty young. Some were dancing listlessly others looking rather pa le as if they had tossed down one ecstasy tablet too many.
Over on the far w all and little more than swaying to the music one arm around a girl s waist seem ingly supporting her could be seen another icon of cinematic pain. Pinhead in al l his nailed glory stared at Jenny s group as they moved through the room. The s mile that spread slowly across his mutilated lips was highly disconcerting. Aga in Lucy was thinking just how realistic was that face-mask!
Cyndi was the fi rst to be separated from the group. Trailing the others slightly she felt her ar m being tugged gently. Turning she saw a young girl holding her wrist and motion ing her towards a chair in the far corner of the room. Whether it was occupied o r not she could not tell. Her question though was soon enough answered.
The Shape rose to meet her. She looked up in horror as the familiar blue-clad masked visage towered over her the wicked knife grasped menacingly in his left hand. S he would have screamed as he dragged her down in his lap but for the fact the ha nd across her mouth was fully immovable.
Michael loves pretty blondes whisp ered the girl who had drawn Cyndi to her fate. Several other young girls were no w surrounding the chair and jostling together as if to secure a better view of p roceedings. Her coat was pulled roughly from her shoulders before she felt her a rms being seized on either side forcing the realization that whatever was planne d for her she had no viable options to hand.
The approaching black and red striped jumper meanwhile indicated to the rest of the group their host s return.
Curiosity get the better of you did it Jenny? The Krueger-figure s mirked. Follow me girls someone here you might like to meet.
Threading the ir way through the smoky room they found themselves in another short hallway. A door to the right lay partly open and it was through here that they were being s hepherded.
Contrasting with the dazzling lounge this room was somberly lit. Bright enough though for the four girls to take in the features of the tall shab by figure standing near the window. Not that they noticed much beyond the batter ed hockey-mask and the dark pupils glaring back at them from the hellish depths of those eye sockets.
We have visitors Jason said Freddy closing the door b ehind him.
The hand across Cyndi s mouth relaxed its grip but only lon g enough to be replaced with duct-tape. She struggled uselessly. Whoever this wa s she was sitting on was way too strong to argue with. She was thinking Hank the school quarter-back but it just didn t feel like him. Speaking of feeling fea r turned to outright revulsion as one outsize hand suddenly clamped itself aroun d her right breast and mauled her through her thin top. She shook her head in d enial of what was happening to her tears welling in her eyes. The hand crossed t o her other breast now .fondling rubbing. She could but stare downwards.
With her arms held tightly Cyndi had to tolerate the demeaning behavior. The cor don of girls observing her discomfort merely added to the humiliation. Fumbling at the top buttons unsuccessfully her tormentor evidently was losing patience. S he realized at that point that he had not uttered a word either to her or anyone else present. Ripping her flimsy cotton shirt now she gasped inaudibly as her e ntire bra was exposed and she wriggled in embarrassment as the Shape thrust his hand roughly inside the flimsy material feeling her nipple and pulling it hard. Quite without warning the great knife inched up beneath the skerrick of material that held the two cups together. The ice-cold metal against her cleavage caused her to shudder uncontrollably. As the tip of the blade effortlessly severed the elastic her bra fell open exposing both breasts in their entirety. A collective gasp - whether of surprise or escalating female arousal she couldn t tell - enc ircled her. Blushing in spite of her fear Cyndi awaited the next phase of her un deserved fate.
None of the kids in our grade are that big Lucy whisp ered to Jenny. The figure was approaching the four girls. They noticed lying ato p a nearby bookcase a huge machete. Seemed to Jenny they had gone to great lengt hs to spare no detail in emulating their screen-horror originals. The outrageous hockey-masked stranger towered over them. Whether her imagination or not Jenny was sure she caught a whiff of foetid breath.
Don t even think about it sa id Jacqui propelling herself to the front of the group. You don t scare us whoe ver the hell you are. She turned to Freddy. As for you fuck-face you re just pathetic. A total loser who gets his kicks dressing up. Now if you don t wanna take that mask off and show us who you really are you can just piss off and let us go home.
Before she had time to move Jason had her around the throat and lifting her like a rag-doll tossed her clean across the room on to a long sofa where she lay unconscious. The other three cowered in horror unable or unwilling even to check the condition of their fallen comrade.
You don t want to upse t Jason said Freddy smiling He really has an anger-management problem. He had moved now alongside Bronwyn and was obscenely running his finger knives across the top of her breasts. Shrinking from the unwanted contact she found her retrea t blocked by a large wooden cabinet.
Come into MY world Bronwyn he hissed a t her and then to Lucy and Jenny s total incomprehension both figures completely disappeared. Not that they had exactly much time to ponder this enigma. Jason h ad seized Lucy by the arm and was dragging her to the sofa. Her screaming was cu t cruelly short by a backhander that buckled her knees and all but caused her to pass out. Tossing Jacqui s inert form on to the carpet he pulled Lucy into a si tting position and having shucked off her coat had begun to systematically abuse her. Initially just fondling her breasts Jenny could hear him making retarded n oises of pleasure as he progressed to full-scale groping of her helpless body. P ushing her dress up he seemed mesmerized by the view up between her legs and beg an experimentally prodding the front of her knickers with his fingers grunting a s he did so. Lucy was sobbing now and pleading with him to stop. She may as well have tried ordering an iced coffee.
Jenny had backed herself up to the door but to her horror she found it was either locked or bolted in some fashion. It would not budge. All she could do was stare at her friend s desperate predicamen t. It was only then that she became aware of Cyndi s absence too something that would have to take a back-seat to the current situation obviously.
Not conte nt with pawing her Jason had begun ripping her clothes. Lucy s top was in tatter s as he wrenched loose her bra straps tugging the ruined lace completely off. He r breasts were fully exposed as she tried futilely to protect her modesty. Her b rief panties he found even easier to rip from her body literally tearing them fr om her hips. Jenny noticed his hand dropping now to his own crotch and just abou t frozen with horror she watched as between little more than animal noises he pu lled out his huge erection and began forcing Lucy s legs apart as he pushed her back on the sofa. From what she could see he was built like a horse and although she suspected Lucy was not still a virgin she couldn t be sure and in any event what Jason was clutching now between her slim and quivering legs would surely h ave split a buffalo on heat!
Wondering desperately where her friends w ere Cyndi had little time to contemplate such trivialities.
Michael Myers wa s hot. This girl he held in his lap was arousing him just as his sister had mana ged to do all those years ago and he knew what had to be done to girls who tease d him with their bodies and minds. This one though he would first enjoy - make h er regret her birthright. He began tugging the hem of her school uniform upwards and as she wriggled in an agony of distress his hands reached her knickers and he felt the heat up between the girl s legs. He began to rub her there enjoying the softness and the thrill of her fear and loathing.
Despite her untenable predicament the constant pressure on her pussy was having its inevitable physica l effect on Cyndi. She felt her nipples becoming erect and the outflow of blood causing her labia to engorge. Embarrassing as her public groping was her sexual debasement in front of so many other young girls was adding to her arousal rathe r than detracting from it. As his rough hand slipped beneath the hem of her brie fs she found herself unable to prevent her hips from arching upwards and fully e ncompassing his inbound fingers. Noting her reaction Michael began fingering her until she was spreading her own legs with unenforced deliberation. Ripping the duct-tape from her mouth he let slip his mask and began kissing her passionately as she lost all sense of reality and acceptable moral behavior. She began now t o caress her own breasts and to whimper for that which a girl on heat needs at s uch a time.
The stirrings between Michael s legs brought back memories he wo uld rather not bring back nevertheless they had to be answered. He turned the gi rl over effortlessly face down now on top of him her breasts free and compressed up against his unwashed blue top. Freeing up his erection as she half knelt ast ride him now she had wriggled out of her knickers and with her bottom in full vi ew of the youthful audience she guided his unsighted but in truth massive erecti on right to the entrance of her pussy. It was only as he thrust up hard into her and with the benefit of her extreme lubrication that she realized the size of t he task she was handing herself.
She was filled to her abdomen and surely s plit already but so far beyond the point of no return it didn t matter. As he br utally fucked her she began crying out for harsher treatment her eyes still clos ed in fully transported pleasure as her hips moved to accommodate his inhuman co upling. At the very point she felt her orgasm peaking concurrent with his own i ncredible seminal discharge deep inside her she opened her eyes - and saw Michae l Myers for the first time clearly - without his mask.
She may well have sc reamed but the wicked blade of his great knife made very short work of her vocal chords. Even as her throat slit ear to ear gushed out her life-blood Myers stoo d up and having replaced his mask callously tossed the girl s body aside...to de afening applause from the onlookers
Understanding the difference betwe en a written and an implied contract really is of remarkably little use when you find yourself isolated from reality and the sudden victim of an impossible occu rrence. Bronwyn tried hard to fathom her predicament. That this was some kind of heating sub-basement was obvious from the outset. A furnace was visible the far end of the area in which she stood and from it ran off steel piping - upwards t o what looked like a steel gantry of sorts and along the walls and ceiling of th e corridor behind her. She recognized the awful scene from one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies.
It was simply impossible.
Insane laughter close by made her spin around. Krueger was ambling towards her making a screeching no ise as he drew his finger knives along one of the pipes.
H-how did I get her e? she asked in a voice understandably bereft of confidence.
Your fear brou ght you here my sweet he replied. Eventually you all come to see old Freddy His maniacal laughter echoed around the basement. She backed away as he approach ed fanning the razor-sharp blades in her direction.
B-b-but you re just a c haracter in a movie she stammered You never existed!
Oh you re sooo wrong Bronny -. may I call you that sweetheart? He gloated at her shocked expression and distraught body-language. I exist as much as you do. It s Wes Craven who l ied to you all. HE made everyone think it was just a film when he always knew t he truth.
Before she could move he leaned forward and drew the finger-knive s down the sleeve of her coat. Does that look real to you babe? he asked. She stared in disbelieving horror at the five parallel slashes that had ruined the e xpensive material.
You like nice clothes doncha Bronny he grinned. Wonder what other things you like? He leered at her.
It can t be true she sobbed It can t be - I m dreaming this. And anyway this isn t Elm Street .its Men cole.
Think about it Bronny think about it! You re a bright girl - sure you can figure it out. Then we can get down to some serious fun here.
Mencole Street??...she thought to herself even as the letters began to re-arrange themse lves in her head O N C E ...E L M S T R E E T. She screamed.
She coul d maybe have run but where to? This was his turf - his Hell...and now hers!
Now come on sweetheart he was cajoling her. Lets get you better undressed for the occasion. I think we can dump that coat its definitely seen better days. Seeing the gloved hand descend slowly she pulled it off herself and tossed it on the ground.
Good girl - Uncle Freddy loves girls who do as they re told - s aves having to spank them. He leered at her once more. Long time since your d addy spanked you I ll bet? She nodded slowly.
You know what? Uncle Freddy was a teacher once he had to spank plenty of the little girls in his class to m ake them behave. The parents just didn t understand. You think your daddy would mind if I spanked you a couple of times Bronny?
She stared at him unmoving.
I ll take that as an OK then sweetheart he cackled as he rested against t he piping one knee bent forward.
C mon honey put yourself across my knee let Uncle Freddy spank you.
Nooo she pleaded.
Kids nowadays - I dunno h e muttered gesturing towards her at the same time. She was powerless to stop her self stepping across to him. Even as she found herself bending over his leg she was willing herself to flee. She felt the flat of his gloved-palm as he rubbed t he seat of her jeans obscenely.
Well Bronny he crooned That s one hot litt le butt you have there lets warm it up for you. So saying he delivered a stingi ng blow to her rear which made her yelp.
That good huh? he teased spankin g her bottom hard and ensuring both cheeks received their fair share of punishme nt. She was sobbing continuously now.
Brings back some pleasant memories he muttered Mind if I bring back a few more? She gasped as the belt around her waist appeared to undo itself and the buttons at the front of her jeans undid th emselves one by one.
Now come on Bronny you can either take your own jeans o ff or let Uncle Freddy do it for you. She hesitated causing him to add Sorry b ut its not a multiple choice question.
Still sobbing she wriggled out of h er jeans forced to display her hot little blue briefs to his lecherous ogling. T he fact that she had a really curvy and compact little bottom was simply highlig hted now by the skimpy semi-transparent material.
As she endured the next ro und of spanking she noticed that contrary to expectation it was hurting less som ehow and arousing her more. She knew she was arching her bottom upwads slightly to facilitate a better coverage.
Told you we d be having some fun didn t I B ronny he whispered to her. Why not just get those hot little panties off altog ether sweetheart and let Uncle Freddy work his magic for you. With almost indec ent haste she slipped her hands beneath the elastic and tugged the knickers down . She knew how arousing the sight of her naked young bottom must be for him. Wer e these her own feelings though or was Freddy messing with her mind. She had no way of knowing.
At the point her backside was near crimson she was simply st anding up now and allowing him to spank her freely as she stood there unmoving. She had an incredible urge to begin fingering herself but managed to overcome it .
Krueger completely aroused himself by the sight of the young girl s glowin g bottom brought the punishment to an end and told her to turn around. She did s o knowing full well he would be able to see her pubic hair and the rather pronou nced mound of her pussy.
Take the rest of your clothes of for me Bronny he ordered Strip for me sweetheart.
Gone was her fear of him or of her predic ament. All she wanted was to please him and to tease him. Having removed her top she took her time unhooking the crocheted bra and pulling the straps down her a rms before dropping it atop the small pile of clothes by her feet.
Come to me was all he said Willingly she stood before him and as he inclined his head to lick first one nipple then the other she shivered with expectation. Burnt twi sted insane and ugly as all hell he might be but at that second she wanted him to suck her.
She didn t even think it odd as milk began to express from her nipples. The feeling of incredible arousal as he sucked one side then the other while milk dripped from both rapidly re-filling breasts onto the bare floor as s he swayed against him. Why buy it when you can get it at home for free he smir ked.
Let s see YOU sucking something now sweetheart he grinned.
With n o hesitation she dropped to her knees and unzipping her tormentor drawing out (g iven the remainder of his deformities) a somewhat normal erection. With absolute ly no prior experience of such intimacies she seemed to know precisely what was expected of her. Krueger leaned back a self satisfied smirk playing about his li ps as the girl drew down on his unremarkable appendage. That s a good girl he muttered as his pleasure increased threefold.
Get down on your knees Bronny he ordered her suddenly. Obediently she did as he asked knowing what was to co me. She even made sure her bottom was well elevated and her knees wide apart. Kr ueger was no considerate lover. Thrusting up into the girl s compliant little pu ssy he had but one all-consuming need - to vent his lust.
Motivated also to cause as much pain as was possible nearing his own finality he relinguished the mind control over his unfortunate victim. At the last second therefore Bronwyn b ecame aware for the first time of the full horror and degradation that was now h er lot. She felt the utter debasement of being naked whilst suffering at the ha nds of this diabolical monster.
It wasn t a problem for long though. Even as she cried out from the pain of the enforced intercourse she felt Krueger ejacul ate deep inside her his cum like acid burning her vaginal walls. Another pain th en of unbelievable intensity and agony. She stared down between her milk-stained breasts as the points of the five razor fingers emerged between multiple bloody spurts from an area just above her abdomen. The neat little glasses with lenses by Jeunique fell to the floor. Mercifully then it all faded to black.
As Jenny stared horrified at Lucy s imminent fate she was still trying to make sense of Bronwyn s disappearance and most everything else that had happe ned.
Poor Lucy had been forced as far back in the lounge as space permitted and was obviously resigned to her upcoming ordeal. Not even bothering to try cov ering up her breasts any longer she was simply shaking her head in denial as Jas on half-kneeling there forced the head of his monstrous erection inside her gapi ng slit.
Please it s hurting she begged placing her hands around the intrud er in an effort to readjust herself. Jason merely grunted commenced groping her breasts lewdly and forced himself even further into her. In spite of the situati on Jenny was shocked to feel her own wetness spreading at the sight.
One las t thrust and he was fully inside her. Lucy was sobbing unrestrainedly now as he began to penetrate her. As his thrusts increased in intensity Lucy s resistance began to crumble and she let her arms drop at her sides as her lower body suffer ed unspeakable violation. At the stage she passed-out completely Jason simply la id her flat on the sofa climbed up between her legs which he spread impossibly wide and then began fucking her with such force her entire body shuddered with e ach thrust. Jenny noticed with horror blood starting to seep copiously from Lucy s pussy as Jason showed less than no mercy for his victim as he slaked his abno rmally cruel thirst.
Looking around in desperation she saw the machete glint ing on top of the bookcase. Jason now was undoubtedly on the home stretch grunti ng continuously as he rammed home his argument for male supremacy. Getting swift ly to her feet and retrieving the somewhat heavy weapon she was able to tip-toe up behind the semi-prostrate form who s back had been to her for the duration. T he screen-Jason may be unkillable she was thinking this dude however was about t o be suffering big-time. Even as she raised the machete aiming to drive the blad e down into his neck and spine Jason shook with the exertion of coming hard in t he girl s inert body.
Either her aim was off fractionally or he moved to the left marginally but the blade sank into his right shoulder. Not flinching despi te the gouts of blood splattering her face her clothes and most everything else for a three foot radius she forced the blade down almost to the hilt. It must ha ve taken out his right lung major muscle tissue half his rib-cage and his aorta to judge by the fountains gushing from the wound. With but a strangled Ughhh t he huge body toppled to the floor and lay still right alongside Jacqui who appea red now to be stirring slightly.
With the adrenaline in full flow Jenny lean ed over the friend she had known since pre-school and attempted to revive her. T he amount of blood still seeping from her vaginal area was sickening. The rape s he knew could quite possibly lead to serious gynaecological repercussions. Proba bly already had. Worse though Lucy was not responding and beside herself with s hock and anxiety now she felt for a pulse. There was none. Lucy s pallor was dea thly and instinctively Jenny knew she had lost her friend. It was a question now of getting out with the others - assuming she could find them. Jacqui at least was sitting up and rubbing her neck.
Jacqui Jacqui she muttered shaking he r softly. We gotta get out of here. Lucy s been raped she s dead I think the other two are missing. You got to help me now .c mon get up you re OK!
Coming to her senses Jacqui looked around and saw Lucy lying on the sofa her legs still apart and the blood running out of her. Simultaneously she saw Jason s body blood still pumping from the horrific wound.
Oh fuck Jenny what ha ppened here?
You don t want to know she replied. Look the door s locked J ac - think we can get it open somehow?
You mean like THIS girls? came a mu ffled voice from the other side. The door opened inwards ushering in anyone s wo rst nightmare. Pinhead Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers.
OK OK you ve had you re fun muttered Jacqui bravely. Can we please just go now?
You entere d freely my child replied Pinhead. Unfortunately we cannot grant you the same freedom when it comes to your departure.
Please please just tell us who you are. Jenny pleaded close to breaking point.
As I explained to young Bronwyn Krueger chuckled We are who you all refuse to believe us to be.
Sure r eplied Jacqui and turning to the figure on the far right So you really are Mic hael Myers right? The Shape just looked across at her the dead eyes studying he r every movement.
Yes that is Michael Krueger responded. He is as real as a ny of us and he has finally come home.
Well from what I ever knew Jacqui wa s continuing Michael Myles lived in a place called Haddonfield.
Exactly s aid Krueger. Haddonfield it most definitely was Haddonfield Illinois. He l ooked across at Jenny grinning triumphantly.
Something was wrong she knew it. Why had Krueger said Haddonfield Illinois? A hazy notion was asserting itself in her head. Reality swum before her eyes as she struggled to discount the logic that was unwillingly piecing together the greatest joke of all. H A D D O N F I E L D ...the letters blurred suddenly of their own accord reforming despit e her struggling denial of the truth D ...E .A D ... .D O...L F..H.I N.
Oh my God Jacqui she cried out...and Mencole Stree t .Once Elm Street!
Freddy was tipping his hat. At your service girls!
Their horrific momentary realization was interrupted by a scuffling sound behind them causing the two girls to spin round. Jason Voorhees had gotten to hi s feet and quite visibly enraged was pulling the machete slowly from his mutilat ed shoulder quite oblivious to the blood pouring from the open wound. He strode now towards the girls. Krueger held his hand up. Not now Jason this isn t the t ime. Come over here with your friends. Begrudgingly the murderous hulk took up his place alongside Myers.
Pinhead who had been fumbling with something sudd enly tossed it to Jacqui who caught the thing mid-flight. An intricately carved and gilded wooden cube she looked at the item she was holding. What is this? s he asked her voice quivering under the influence of a fully unfamiliar condition - abject fear!
Don t touch it Jacqui whatever you do don t touch it Jenny cried out. It s the Lament Configuration - the gateway to Hell itself ..didn t you ever see HELLRAISER?
Too late the top of the box had lifted and turn ed in her friend s hands. As it settled into a new pattern a dazzling aperture a ppeared in the wall behind Jacqui.
Oh we have such sights to show you girl declared Pinhead as ill-defined but chillingly morbid shapes and similarly muti lated forms reached through the charnal opening and in the instant dragged Jacqu i screaming into their cruel and pain-loving dimension. The chasm closed instant ly leaving Jenny alone and quite beyond rational thought.
Pain and pleasure are but one and the same child Pinhead said. You will learn this in time. A s he spoke chains with hooks appeared from the ceiling and caught each of her ar ms embedding themselves in her thin wrists. She screamed with pain as her arms w ere jerked high above her head and held tightly apart. Pinhead remained where he was smiling at her vulnerable and agonized state.
Michael Myers moved towar ds the stranded and helpless girl and lifting the point of his knife to her nave l slit her top and bra in one movement. Despite the pain of her wounds she gaspe d as her small but beautifully formed breasts were exposed to the four of them. Shuddering fitfully she stared downwards as Myer s knife point began to tease he r right nipple.
Worse was to come. Jason Voorhees towered over her before sl ipping the machete cruelly down the front of her neat little tartan skirt itself stained now by the droplets of blood trickling down from her lacerated wrists. Whimpering with fear she flinched as the cold steel caressed her thighs. The sud den retracted movement of the blade tore her skirt asunder causing it to fall to the floor a useless rag and leaving her trembling and shaking in just her panti es. Her embarrassment was complete as triggered by her escalating funk her bladd er relinquished its contents drenching her knickers before initiating warm trick les down both thighs as she stood there unable to fully comprehend the dreadful circumstances now surrounding her.
The chains pulled her arms even higher an d as she screamed again in pain Krueger stepped up close to the terrified girl and with exaggerated dexterity brought his finger-knives up between her legs rig ht to the point of her sopping wet panties. Even as his razored finger began to serrate the soft nylon along the full length of her delicate ingress he rasped a t her the cruellest of smiles in attendance.
So what s it gonna be Jennytri ck or treat?
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