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Springwood, Ohio,
Springwood High School
Friday 10th Feb 1961
The steady hum of voices lingered in the corridor as throes of teenagers embarked down the hallways of Springwood High School. A faint shrill of the school bell echoed in the air signalling the end of another school week. Excitement was high amongst the junior and senior students at the prospect of the Valentine’s Night Dance that the school had organised for the next night. Nearly everyone who was a junior or senior were going. It was one of the famous dance nights of the school calendar.
Despite the enthusiasm that her fellow students were feeling, Loretta Johnson felt uneasy and a little bit jealous. She had contemplated on asking her boyfriend to accompany her to the dance, but she somehow knew that he would quickly dismiss her suggestion.
Fred Krueger preferred to spend time with her on his own.
It was nearing the four-month mark of their courtship and not once did he consider or agree to a double date with her and one of her friends. She knew that he was a private person and barely had any friends of his own. But why not spend even one evening with her friends?
Not that she had many to begin with.
Throughout the last four months since he first started to talk to her at the end of September 1960, she had noticed that her circle of friends or even acquaintances had begun to wither. Keeping their distance from her.
She had once asked her oldest friends Mary why she was becoming so distant one day and her friend bluntly said because of who she was dating.
The son of a hundred maniacs….
That was the outlandish statement that she had heard one of the guys in her class rudely leer in her direction one day at lunch.
Loretta had felt mystified at this statement and had tried to mention it to Fred, who in turn snapped that it was nothing. That it was a sick twisted taunt that was always tossed in his direction whenever he was younger, when he was viciously bullied by his own classmates and even the older kids in school.
She tried to offer him comfort, but he shut her down. His voice sharp, saying never to mention it to him again.
It was the first time she had seen him angry, the way his eyes had narrowed. Jaw clenched tightly as he glared at her. A silent warning glinted in his ice blue eyes. And she knew never to bring it up again and so she had softly mumbled her apologies, her eyes avoiding his. Unwittingly showing her submission to him.
Something that she didn’t know that he quietly liked.
The patter of feet scurried past her as she stood peering into her locker, placing her geometry and English textbooks inside. She only had an hour to get home and changed into her uniform at her waitress job. Her shift started at 5pm. Working at the Craven Inn had been since she turned sixteen had been something that had spurred her on, she felt wanted working there. A purpose in her life. Her own home life was mundane, she felt alone, lost. Her relationship with her parents was non-existent. Her father was out of work for the last two years after having a stroke. His mobility was poor and her mother was caring for him full time. Her father barely said a word to her falling into a depression at not being able to provide for his family. While her mother tended to the house chores, constantly cleaning, washing, fussing over her father. But never once did they pay any attention to her.
Her mother’s focus was always on her father.
So, when Loretta was successful in getting the job as waitress in Craven Inn when she had turned sixteen at the start of the year she was thrilled. She had worked as many hours as they could give her, it gave her focus. People relied on her, needed her. Paid her attention in her job. She felt wanted by the owners who valued her work. But as the months went on, she realised she knew that she wanted more than this. She wanted someone to value her for who she was. To take an interest in her. It was on that warm autumn evening on 23rd September that he had finally talked to her.
Fred Krueger.
Being around his presence had initially unnerved her.
She had seen him around the town throughout the last year, the steel cold, vacant gaze he gave people whether he walked by. He had a lean muscular frame with sandy blond hair that had faint tints of red. Rounded sharp jaw. Defined cheeks, slightly crooked nose. Handsome in his own mysterious way.
She wasn’t aware that he had been keeping an eye on her for at least two months since the start of July before he finally made an approach to her. He studiously watched her. Studying her. Noticing her quiet, shy mannerisms. The way she blushed whenever a guy talked to her or paid her a compliment.
She never saw herself as gorgeous. Or as confident as the other girls in her year group. With their stylish bouffant hair dos, pixie haircuts, or pageboy hairstyles. Matched with their pearls, fancy broches. They were all glamorous, exuding buoyancy in their appearance.
It was something that she lacked with her shoulder length brown wavy hair just pinned back by black hairclips or a plain white cotton hairband. She often felt childish wearing it, but it was something that Fred had occasionally liked her to wear.
It made her look younger than her age.
Innocent.
Ever since that first night he had talked to her in the Craven Inn she didn’t realise that he had a keen curiosity about her.
She was never sure why.
But didn’t dare to ask.
Deep down she was pleased that he had shown an interest in her and did everything he asked of her to keep his interest solely on her and no-one else.
And for the last four months his attention was fully on her.
Their friendship had blossomed into a relationship.
Something she had kept quiet or tried to keep quiet from her friends. But they had discovered it after seeing her and Fred at the local cinema on Saturday evening. Soon the school corridors were full of gossip, hushed whispers as she walked down them each day. They had thrown her strange, disturbed looks. Like they were afraid of her or even afraid for her, for going out with him.
Fred had frankly said to her that they were jealous.
And that little word had made her feel even more determined to continue her relationship with him. It was what she wanted. Why should she listen to them?
It was her life.
Her choice.
She continuously relayed his mantra to herself as every day anytime she had a slither of doubt.
“My life, my choice…” she murmured softly and closed the locker door with a loud thud. She slung the strap of her brown satchel bag over her shoulder and quickly trotted down the corridor towards the back exit. Hoping that would arrive to work on time, counting down the minutes until she was able to clock off and that Fred would walk her home.
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9,45pm…
Craven Inn.
The blaring music of Buddy Holly reverberated in the diner as boisterous chatter and laughter floated in the air. Each red leather booth and set of tables were full of couples, groups of girls and boys. Drinking milkshakes, cokes, eating burger or fries.
Loretta and her fellow waitress Harriet were rushed off their feet, taking orders, serving customers. Tidying and wiping own the tables. Her feet throbbed, aching from the five-hour shift was hastily coming to an end. A few stray strands hung around her face as she wrote down the next order from a rowdy bunch of jocks.
Two banana milkshakes, one strawberry, one raspberry. Three cheeseburgers. One double cheeseburger.
She pocketed the pen in the pocket of her apron and briskly walked behind the counter, pulling away the strip of paper from the pad and pinned it to the board beside the opening at the kitchen. The chef swiped it from the board, and she busied herself with the cashier for the next fifteen minutes as some customers paid their bills.
Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at the clock above the wall, she noted the time. 10.10pm.
Fred would have clocked out of his job at the power plant at 9pm. It was long hours, sometimes twelve hours shifts three or four times a week. It was a steady job, good pay and he had been employed since the start of August. He had changed his jobs in work to be available for her, working mostly during the week whenever she at school then spending nearly every weekend with her when they began dating.
Their first few dates were at the local drive thru cinema or making their way to one of the small, secluded lakes dotted around the edge of town. It was there on their fourth date that she had reluctantly had sex with him. For the previous date they had passionately made out, making her uneasy at how persuasive and insistent he was. But she believed it was his way of showing that he liked her and so on their fourth date, on the back seats of his red chevy she lost her virginity to him.
At the start he was gentle, reassuring….
Of course, she felt incredibly sore afterwards and that was when the doubt had settled in her mind.
Was he only after her for sex?
Did he see her as easy?
Would this be the last time she saw him?
But her insecurity was quickly abated as two days later he showed up after she had finished school and walked her home. Asking her out on another date the following weekend.
It was then that it clicked, they were a couple.
Fred Krueger was her boyfriend.
She was smiling all that week.
Nothing or no-one could ruin her happy deposition.
“Hey Loretta”
Loretta lightly shook her head and looked up from the damp cloth she using to wash down the coke stains on the counter. Her friend Mary and two other of her classmates perched themselves on the tall red stools. Mary smiled softly. “How are you? Are you going to the Valentine’s Dance tomorrow night?”
She anxiously twisted the damp cloth in her hands, shrugging. “I don’t know
“He doesn’t have to know” her friend quietly suggested.
“But he’s my boyfriend” Loretta argued
There was a low scoff of disbelief from the girl to Mary’s right, their blond hair tied tightly back with bobby pins. “Boyfriend? He’s dangerous. That’s what he is”
“What do you mean by that Penny?” Loretta tossed her a bewildered look.
“Do you not know what he did?” Penny lowered her voice slowly, “What Fred did to his father?”
“W-what?”
Mary laned over the counter and whispered. “It was on the 29th of August that the police were called to his home. His father Ed Underwood was found in the cellar; a blade was found embedded in his skull. Through his eye”
A shiver slithered along Loretta’s spine at his revelation. But was it true? Maybe they were playing a nasty trick on her…
“You’re lying” she shook her head. “Fred would have said something to me”
“I’m not” Mary seethed and continued with conviction. “Fred had supposedly called the police around 1am in the morning. When the cops arrived, they found Underwood in the basement. Fred was sitting on the bottom step waiting for them. There was blood all over his face and on his hands. He probably never told you as he doesn’t want you to know he’s a killer”
“M-maybe….” Loretta felt her hands go cold. Her face turning an ashen white, “it was self-defence”
“Bullshit!” Penny snapped and rolled her eyes.
Mary hushed her friend with her hands then turned towards Loretta, “Look, you’re my friend. I really think you should consider your relationship with him. He’s not normal. He’s…unhinged”
Loretta gulped. Contemplating her friend’s words.
A light jingle of the bell above the door to the café startled them as they turned their curious gazes at the newcomer into the café and Loretta felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.
Fred had arrived.
He wiped his brow with the back of his right hand, titling down his baseball cap as he surveyed the packed café. His cold blue eyes scanned over the tables. Seeing some of the boys glancing his direction. Their voices low. Inaudible as they whispered amongst each other. No doubt he was the new topic of conversation. There were various glimpsing looks of disdain, of fear flaunted in his direction.
The look of fear was something that he preferred.
Even among his work colleagues, he could sense the trepidation that radiated from them whenever he clocked on for his shift.
It would always stir a feeling of triumph, of superiority deep inside him.
He was no longer than scared little boy in Elementary School whenever those fuckers taunted him with that cruel taunt.
Son of a hundred maniacs.
He tossed that haunting memory to the side and straightened as up he strode across the café towards the counter. He instantly saw three of Loretta’s pathetic friends standing across from her. To him they were nothing but useless bitches. The lot of them. The sooner that Loretta away was separated and isolated from them, the better.
He saw her friend Mary spinning back towards Loretta and murmured quietly. “Think about what I said”
His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
What did that bitch mean by that?
The girls shuffled by him, avoiding his harden stare as he slid into the stool facing Loretta. His hand snapped over and grabbed hers entwining his fingers with hers, focusing her gaze on him. “What was that about?” he asked smartly.
“Nothing” she forced a polite smile.
For a moment his hand constricted tightly around hers. Squeezing hard and she winced in pain. But soon his grip eased and he soothingly rubbed the skin along the back of her hand. He slowly nodded, eyes darkening in wariness at her dismissive stance. He’d speak to her in a more secluded setting. Without prying eyes.
“I’m going to grab my coat and bag” she mumbled and trotted back into the staff room behind the kitchen. In a matter of minutes, they were strolling down the dimly lit streets of Springwood, towards her home on Oak Drive. It was normally a pleasant and conversational walk, but there was a lingering tension hanging in the air. She endeavoured to break the silence asking him about his day. He mumbled a few sentences about his probationary period in his job ending and the promise of permanent contract being offered to him. She had smiled in response happy that his future was looking prosperous.
He silently nodded in response. His steely cold gaze set ahead on the long road. Every now and then they flicked to her. Ravaging over her small slim body shrouded in her black knee-length coat. Just like the hundreds of other times he raked his eyes over her petite frame her innocent look had aroused something inside him. A desire that he knew was wicked, depraved.
It was always her shy, childlike mannerisms that caught his attention.
The bashful look he gave him.
The rosy blush on her cheeks when he paid her a compliment or held her hand, kissed her.
In a way she reminded him of a child.
Pure.
Innocent.
It was what made her stand out from the other bitches in school.
She wasn’t brash. Outspoken or loud. Their faces applied with thick layers of makeup, making them look older than their actual ages.
However, Loretta was quiet, a little bit submissive. Plain in her appearance and barely wore any makeup. Giving her that youthful look that he craved.
It didn’t take long that his curiosity towards her had turned to a possessiveness.
He wanted to own her.
Mould her into his girl.
As the weeks passed from the first night he had spoken to her, he began to enjoy her company. She never looked down on him, always listened to him, looked after him. Treated him like a man, a human being.
Not like an outcast like those fuckers did in school.
But if only she knew what he was like deep down inside.
His dark desires, the warped thoughts that plagued him at night.
Sometimes during the day.
Demented despicable thoughts of touching young girls. Teasing their pure untouched pussy with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Girls far younger than Loretta. Twelve, thirteen years old. Not yet fully developed. The odd time his dark reflections would divert towards little girls…
From the elementary school.
Sometimes there would be images of them being tortured by him, strangled, stabbed, gutted with a sharp knife after he had satisfied his sexual urges through using them….
He knew it was a dangerous path that he could easily be led into if he didn’t stop these evil thoughts feelings.
Did his own biological father have these same notions?
Who knew? He had no fucking clue who he was….
His only way to stop these feelings was to be with her.
Loretta.
He was adamant that she would never know about depraved thoughts. He’d keep them hidden from her. He had to for his own sanity.
As just maybe with her he had a future.
A chance to be happy.
Could he be normal with her? Would it be a normal relationship?
Then again, he never knew what normal was.
He never had a normal, happy life or childhood.
Their relationship so far had been good, pleasing to them both. She had grown closer to him and he to her. There were a few subtle signs that he had asserted an element of control over her. Demanding her attention at weekends whenever they were not working, forcing her to cancel her plans with her pitiful friends in favour of him. How he had persuaded her to wear slim pencil skirts or dresses, fitting blouses that flaunted off her curves. It was far more attractive than the frumpy dresses she wore or boring plain trousers and drab cardigans. His new items of clothing that he had bought for her had exposed her calves, sometimes her lower thighs depending on if she wore a skirt with a slit along the side of her legs. Whenever she wore her tight blouses often with two of the buttons loosened, he could glimpse at the swell of her breasts whenever he talked to her.
His cock got hard every time he saw her in those outfits. It took all his restraint to not rip her clothing off her and fuck her senseless.
He snapped out of those contemplations as they approached her home, the front of the house was shrouded in darkness. The streetlamp cast a light glow over the lawn. She shuffled forward toward her door and slid out her key from her bag, before turning to face him, “Thank you for walking me home”
His gaze was pensive as the words of her friend Mary echoed in his mind….
Think about what I said.
She looked up at him a little perplexed as he gripped her shoulders and tugged her forward. His voice was low and gravelly. “What did Mary say to you in the diner? She said, think about what I said. What did she mean by that, Loretta?”
Loretta cast her nervous gaze downwards. Away from his. “I told you- “
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Loretta!” Freddy snapped harshly.
His fingers dug sharply into her shoulders. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he waited for her answer.
Her breathing became uneven, a little shaky as she fought to compose herself.
After a moment, she saw the irritation flaring in his eyes. His voice was low, “We’re meant to be together, isn’t that, right?”
“Yes Fred” Loretta whispered softly and gave a small nod of her head.
“Then my girlfriend shouldn’t be keeping things from me”
She swallowed thickly and gathered herself, taking a long deep breath before she began. “Mary and the others said that you killed your foster father. Edward Underwood”
His harsh grip on her shoulders intensified, making her grimace. Stepping forward towards her he leered down at her. “And you believe them?”
As she stared into his blue eyes, she saw the anger starting to flare in them, something that she rarely saw. Why would he be angry? It was only hearsay from her friends. But there was a little bit of doubt clouding her mind. Was he really a danger to her? Finally, she took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m not sure”
A deep growl echoed in his chest as his grip constricted tightly on her shoulder. His fingertips curling inwards. She winced as a dull ache tore through her shoulder blades. “Fred, you’re hurting me”
Muffling a low curse he lightly shoved her away. Her body thudding lightly against the front door. She sniffled feeling a well of tears brimming in her eyes. Was he reacting this way? Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything…
Fred strove to regulate his breathing. To pacify this rising anger. “Don’t you trust me, Loretta?”
“Of course, I do” she admitted.
He sighed softly and slowly raised his right hand, entangling his fingers in her left hand before tugging her down the front of the house towards the small metal bench perched below the large window. Giving the street a vigilant glance he pulled her down to sit beside him. Dragging her hands into his. He soothingly rubbed his thumb along the back of her right hand. “Listen carefully”
This would be first time he ever told her about his life with Underwood. The emotional and physical abuse that asshole had inflicted on him since the day he took him in as a young boy. The social services never gave a fuck about him. His mother didn’t either. The spiteful whore.
But this girl she gave him affection.
Something he never had.
He didn’t want those fucking friends of hers to turn her against him.
He had to tell her exactly what happened.
“My foster father Edward Underwood took me into his care as a young boy. At the time I was five years old. He was a drunk, an abusive drunk. He would hit and psychologically abuse his wife. He started to hit me with the belt a few months after I was put into his care. But his wife couldn’t do anything. She was terrified of him. She had a heart attack when I was just ten years old” he paused seeing Loretta’s eyes widen in shock and despair at this revelation. Her fingers curled around his firmly and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “For years he whipped me with the belt, punched me, kicked me. I was covered in bruises, welts. He barely fed me, too busy spending his welfare check on liquor or on whores. He didn’t give a shit about me. He only took me in because he would get an extra payment from his social security payment. The kids in school knew, they would mock me about it”
“I’m so sorry….” she lightly wiped a few stray tears that rolled down her cheek. “I didn’t know anything about this. I barely talk to anyone in school. I always kept myself to myself”
Freddy subtly nodded and raise his right hand to tuck a lock of her dark brown hair behind her left ear. “I know. I didn’t want to tell you as it was my business. It’s not nice for me to talk about it. I never told any of my teachers. I knew that they wouldn’t do anything about it. It was Underwood’s word against mine”
Loretta felt her heart break. Cracking under the sorrow at Fred’s admission. At least now he was able to confide in him. This was another testament that their relationship could move forward, it could and would flourish. Sharing distressing memories from his past was a way to show that there were a growing bond and trust between them.
Seeing her eyes soften with woe Freddy lightly cupped her chin. The spiralling thoughts of that night back in September 1960 whirling in his mind. The night that he finally snapped, he had been consumed with frustration, anger. Disgust at this pathetic drunk wobbling towards him with that brown belt. The stench of that vile whiskey emanating from his breath and skin.
At that moment he wasn’t scared little boy anymore.
He was a man.
A man who would no longer be fucked or messed with.
Edward Underwood had to go.
He had to die.
It was him who had to take his medicine.
A shuddering breath fluttered from Freddy’s lips as he whispered. “It was a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday. I was down in the basement where I normally spent my evenings. Underwood had arrived home drunk. I knew that he was going to attack me with his belt. It was a regular occurrence whenever he came back from the bar….” He saw her swallow thickly. “He began swinging the belt at me. Cursing and yelling at me. He said he was going to kill me”
This was a lie.
But he’d make her believe it.
Make her believe him.
Loretta gasped and more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I had to fight back Loretta. There was this blade lying on the floor….” He mumbled grimly. “I grabbed it when I had the opportunity and I just stabbed him. I had to!”
“But they said-“
“They weren’t there!” Freddy hissed, then took a wavering deep breath. “Don’t you understand? It was self-defence! If I didn’t fight back, he was going to kill me!”
His hands withdrew from hers and curled around her waist and with one swift tug had pulled her onto his lap. “Listen, your friends are trying to poison your perception of me. They are trying to turn you against me” his left arm coiled around her slim waist while his other hand gripped her jaw lightly. “They think I’m a danger to you. But I’m not. You’re my girl. Don’t you understand?”
The tension that gripped her body began to melt, and she leaned into him. Her eyes staring intently into his. He had been a constant in her life over the last five months. She had shared elements of her life with him that she never shared with her friends. He had on occasion offered words of encouragement, advice. And she in turn had shown him affection. They were always there for each other. Next year would be her last year in high school and she had no notion of what her life would be after it, she had no interest in going to college.
Her only concern was him.
To her Fred was her future.
But she had to fully trust him.
And she would.
Nodding shyly, she slithered her hands along his chest towards his shoulders and smiled, “I know Fred. I’m sorry. I know that they’re just trying to mess with our relationship. And I won’t let them”
A coy smiled curled on Freddy’s lips. She was so easy to manipulate. “That’s my girl. How about you come over tomorrow evening? I’ll cook for you for a change”
Loretta perked up and a contented smile spread over her lips. “Yes, I’d like that” she shifted closer to his chest on his lap. Then suggested, “Maybe I could stay over?”
Freddy flashed her a sly smile a flicker of lust glimmering in his eyes at this proposal. Anytime she had come over and he asked her to stay over; she would be too nervous. Of course, he would fuck her before she left to go home. But it was always rushed. This suggestion of hers, to finally work up the courage to stay over was a bonus. He could spend all night fucking her. Perhaps indulge in a little of his kinks that he wanted to explore. Dominate her in the bedroom. Use some bondage. Tie her wrists together. Hold her down by her throat. She was always willing to please him.
As always, he would charm her. Make her feel relax, at ease.
“That sounds like a great idea” he lightly dragged his thumb along her jaw. A gesture that always soothed her. She smiled softly and curled her hands around his neck. “Maybe you could make me breakfast in bed”
She giggled. “Yes, bacon and eggs, okay?”
“Perfect” his breath fanned over her lips then he crushed his lips on hers. Kissing her hungrily and with vigour. She moaned against his mouth and shifted on his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against his jeans. Digging into the rim of her ass. After a few more seconds of intense kissing he broke away and murmured. “Wear that black pencil skirt and that white shirt I got you. You know the way I like your hair and makeup to be done. Make yourself beautiful for me, baby”
Loretta grinned against his lips. “Yes, Fred”
He returned her smile and rose to his feet, lifting her to her feet. Taking a step back he watched with a predatory gaze as she slipped out her house key and walked towards the front door. She turned to him as he approached and rose on her tip toes to give him one last kiss. “Good night, Fred”
His eyes darkened as they gave a quick scan of her body. Contemplating what ways to fuck her tomorrow night. “Good night, Loretta”
….
Loretta stood in front of her long tall mirror as she buttoned up her white short-sleeved shirt. The material was snug on her chest, her breasts tight against the cotton. She knew that the size was one size too small. She had always told Fred her clothing size, but it appeared he liked to buy clothes a little tight for her to wear. It often made her self-conscious. As her eyes scanned her face, she lightly smacked her heart shaped lips the pink gloss from her lipstick shining in the afternoon sun. Her makeup wasn’t too thick, just a touch of concealer and a little blusher. There was a little bit of mascara highlighting her brown eyes. It was natural and plain. Something that Fred had often complimented her on.
As usual her hair was styled with soft curls, her shoulder length locks pinned away from her face by a black hair band.
For once since courting Fred she was feeling anxious about how the evening would pan out. It was her first time staying overnight, to sleep in his bed. The times that they did have sex ay his home, it was always in the lounge on the couch. Normally, he’d mount her pushing her down firmly on her back, tugging down her silk pants then rutted into her with powerful slow thrusts. There was the odd time he persuaded her to ride him, which she felt awkward about. It was just her inexperience that was causing her to doubt herself.
They both knew that.
She had pondered throughout the day what he would do to her tonight, he’d have all night and tomorrow morning to have sex with her. Would she be able to satisfy him, keep up with his sexual appetite ? He was always so eager and enthusiastic whenever they were on their own.
She lightly shook these thoughts away and slipped her feet into a pair of black pumps, then soothed out her skirt that reached to just a few inches above her knees.
Despite the little bit of makeup she still looked younger than her age, her petite stature was a factor why.
She vaguely remembered the times when they were making out how he’d murmur against her neck that she was his little girl. At first, she thought he was saying it in a flirtatious way. But as the weeks went in, he persisted in calling her that term of endearment and it concerned her that he only saw her as a little girl. As to her, she viewed herself as a woman.
She was desperate for him to call her his woman. But she kept her concerns to herself, not wanting to cause an argument with him.
Taking one last look into her duffle bag, she checked that she had her change of clothing for the next day. It was nearing 5pm. The time that Fred had insisted she came over. She had tried to explain to her mother that she would be spending the night a friend’s house. But as all the other times her mother barely paid any attention to her. Her only focus was her father.
It only intensified the isolation Loretta felt.
But she had to remind herself that she wasn’t alone.
Fred was there for her.
And she wouldn’t want it any other way.
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1428 Elm Street…
“That was lovely, thank you Fred” Loretta lightly wiped the corner of her lip with a handkerchief as she placed down her knife. A few crumbs of meat littered her plate; her stomach was full. Compliments of Fred’s cooking.
He flashed her a charming smile as he reached for her plate.
“Please let me clean up-“she began.
But he cut her off. “No, I’ll clean up. Go into the living room. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Put on the radio”
A shy smile crossed her lips, and she rose to her feet, trotting through the archway of the kitchen into the adjoining living room. She switched on the black radio on the fireplace and tuned in the local Springwood radio station. A rock and roll jingle of Elvis Presley crackled through the speakers and she hummed along to it as she settled on the sofa.
It was fifteen minutes later that he appeared at her side, sliding down onto the sofa beside her. She smirked at him as he draped his left arm over her slim shoulder and she snuggled against his white short sleeved shirt that fitted perfectly over his lean chest. A sense of warmth and serenity washed over her as they sparked up a conversation. Fred cracked jokes, stroking her arm lazily with light circles of his fingers.
As the evening progressed into early night, Freddy had subtly begun to place his other hand on her right knee. Slowly sliding it upwards. Pulling the light fabric of her pencil skirt up to expose her skin.
Loretta lifted her relaxed gaze towards his. His blue eyes with tints of green stared deeply into her brown ones. A glimmer of dark intent flashed in them as he closed the gap between their mouths and then he curled his hand that hung on her shoulder into her hair. Giving it a light tug and then crashed his lips onto hers.
A muffled mewl fluttered into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into her willing mouth. The kiss was at first, slow, sensual. A sly way for him to sooth her anxious nature.
Freddy always knew how to charm her.
He also knew that she wanted to go to that derisory Valentine’s Day dance at the High School. It was absurd. There was no fucking way he would ever step foot back into that hellhole ever again. And for what? To be mocked and looked down upon by those fuckers that would have been in the same year as him?
Fuck that.
When he had dismissed her suggestion, he saw the look of disappointment flicking over her face. The faint brim of tears that formed in her eyes. He had fought the urge to smile down at her. Relish in her misery. But had simply promised he would make it up to her.
And this was the perfect way.
A romantic dinner cooked by him.
He heard her moan softly as his hand slithered further under her skirt and pushed her leg part. Allowing him to rub his thumb along the inside of her thigh, pressing it firmly against her white lace trim white panties along her cunt. A sly smirk coiled on his lips and he broke the kiss. Smiling sweetly at her.
Loretta panted softly as he continued to slowly stroke her cunt through the fabric of her pants. As all the other times he played and stroked her pussy, she found herself wanting more.
He had awakened her sexuality. The first guy to kiss her, touch her, fuck her.
But it was more than a sexual awakening he had stirred within her.
She had developed feelings for him.
Care.
Affection.
And something else that she was incredibly nervous to admit aloud.
She was concerned how he would react, what he would say.
But she would know tonight.
When walking over to his house that evening, she had promised herself she would tell him.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby” he cooed softly against her cheek.
Loretta nodded slowly and felt his hand entangle with hers before leading her up towards his master bedroom.
Upon entering Freddy switched on a small side lamp next to his bed then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes darkened in lust as they roved over her petite frame as she stood fretfully before him. “Do you trust me, Loretta?”
Her eyes widened in surprise at the question. Bottom lip dropping open. Before she took a deep breath and said with conviction. “Yes, I do Fred”
He smiled viciously and began to unbuckle his belt. “Good girl. Now, I want you to do everything I tell you tonight. There is something I’d like to try out on you”
She gulped worryingly. “What?”
The leather belt slithered out of the loops of his dark jeans, and he laid it on his lap and tapped it knowingly with his fingers. “A little bondage”
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and shock. “You want to t-tie me up?”
“Just your hands. You must trust me” he cocked his eyebrows. “Relationships are based on trust”
Those words seared into her mind.
Relationships are based on trust
This was what they had.
A relationship.
She had to put her faith in him.
Believe that he would take care of her.
Trust him.
Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward. “Yes, I understand Fred”
“That’s my girl” he chuckled victoriously. His aqua blue eyes leered up then down her body. “Now, I want you to strip for me. Nice and slow”
He unzipped his jeans and reached in for his cock that was stone hard. Though, his steely gaze never left Loretta as she shakily unbuttoned her shirt. Revealing a white longline bra that pushed up her breasts, the size one size smaller than normal. The soft material of her shirt slid down her shoulders, and she let it fall to the ground in a bundle.
A soft groan made her flick her eyes up towards Freddy as he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock. The gleam of precum leaking from the tip of his cock made her blush even redder.
“Go on, Loretta. Take off your skirt” Freddy hissed softly. His eyes lingering on her bra before dropping own towards her crotch.
She nodded tentatively and slithered her hands around her back and unzipped the skirt Shimming it down over her hips and down her thighs. As it dropped to the ground she slid out of her shoes and was left in her bra and pants. Before she began to unbuckle her bra. As her firm breasts bounced free Freddy moaned again, licking his lips with a flick of his tongue. She then tugged down her pants, exposing her bare cunt that was shaven. Something that he had constantly asked her to do. “C’mere, little girl. Get on your knees”
Loretta felt her hands tremble with anticipation. She knew what he wanted. For her to suck his cock. It was always something he enjoyed.
Pushing herself forward she approached him with a timid smile and knelt before him as he tugged his shirt over his head. Her eyes curiously skimmed over his bare chest lingering briefly over his old scars. She had often wondered how she got them, had he did it himself? Or maybe now after the revelation of what Underwood did to him, was it his foster father that had scarred him?
“Open that pretty mouth of yours”
She blinked out of her thoughts by his command and submissively parted her lips, then reached up to her hands for his cock. But he tutted. “Uh-uh. Hands behind your back this time”
Her eyes darted up towards his aloof eyes. Beckoning for an explanation.
“I want to try some new things tonight”
Loretta exhaled long and hard then placed her hands at the base of her spine, again parting her lips for his cock as she leaned forward.
“Such a good girl” Freddy murmured with a pleased grin.
Another flush of red beamed across her cheeks and he chortled mischievously knowing that she had a praise kink. And unbeknownst to her, she had a submissive nature. Something he was capitalising upon.
He raked the fingers on his right hand through her locks and gripped hard. Tugging her opened mouth towards his cock and with a deep guttural groan thrust himself inside. She strained to keep her mouth wide, to accommodate his girth as he slowly pushed his hips forward. Driving his warm, cock into her willing mouth.
The sounds of his soft moans and the faint gags from her echoed in the dimly lit room. The pace of his plunges of his cock in and out of her mouth sped up. Her salvia coating his cock with each slide of his lips along his veiny shaft. Her tongue occasionally slithered out to lick and lap at him. Making him grin with pleasure. “That’s it baby. Keep going”
The words of encouragement made her chest burst with joy, and she eagerly sucked on him as he pushed himself forward again. His grip on her hair tightening as his moans deepened.
Freddy grounded his teeth and brought his other hand to the side of her head and gently clasped her cheek before stabbing his cock harder into her mouth. Pushing further down towards the back of her throat. His eyes dropped to her face that was blushing red, her nostrils flaring. Breathing uneven as she fought for air. But he kept his cock in her mouth. Ramming inside her mouth again, then again.
He groaned loudly as the all too familiar hot pleasure of his orgasm crashing over him. “Fuck”
Loretta tensed and gagged as his cum spurted into her throat and slithered down her oesophagus. Swallowing a few more times she pleadingly looked up at him as he continued to hold her face in place mouth clamped around his cock.
Freddy’s eyes were glazed with arousal as he loosened his grip on her hair and face, then gently pulled her hair back. The moment her lips withdrew from his cockhead she frantically gasped for air. Wrenching her head to the side as he breathed in and out.
“Lick me clean, honey”
She wearily gazed back at him then his cock that to her surprise was now half-hard, smeared with his cum.
“Go on” he insisted and cupped her chin jerking her lips towards his cock again.
Her lips quivered as she languidly began to lick his cum away from the underside of his cock. The tip tracing along the skin slowly and she heard him sigh above her. She focused on lapping away his cum and when she was finished, she saw his cock was fully hard once again.
Freddy lightly caressed her hair as a contented smile spread across his face, “Lie on the bed. Hands crossed above your head”
She gasped quietly at this instruction. Her body becoming tense and taut as she rose to her feet. The bed dipped as she crawled on top and laid flat down, then raised her hands above her head resting them on one of the soft pillows. The rustle of clothing behind discarded made her glance up as Freddy shed his clothes to stand naked before her with his belt grasped in his right hand.
A shiver of terror swept over her as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. He saw the reflection of apprehension in her eyes, and he gave a reassuring smile. “Trust me baby”
Loretta nodded sheepishly and watched as he coiled his brown belt around her slim wrists, once, twice, three times before tying it in a knot. Firm and tight. His warm body slithered down hers as he settled his face in between her thighs and to her astonishment, he pushed her legs apart and dragged his tongue between her slick slit. Making her gasp and mewl.
It was the first time he had ever done this to her.
The feel of his tongue as he licked and lapped at her labia was a strange sensation.
But a good one too.
His tongue swirled and lapped at her cunt, then with a deep moan his lips curled around her clit and sucked hard. Making her moan again, loud with pleasure.
“Oh…”
He grinned against her cunt and flicked his tongue along her clit. Slow then fast. Alternating the sped and intensity of his licking and sucking. Her arousal oozed from her cunt, and he eagerly lapped it away. Ravishing her. Gripping her left thigh, he pushed it wider then slid two of his fingers into her soaking cunt. Pumping them in with a vehemence as more moans and whimpers resonated form her.
“I want you to call me Freddy when you cum” he murmured against her cunt.
She jerked her gaze down towards his head as he averted his gaze up towards her. A commanding and domineering glint shining in his eyes and she gave a quick nod.
He grinned and dove his tongue back into her cunt as his fingers sustained their rapid thrusts into her pussy.
Her hips shifted and back arched as hot spikes of pleasure swamped through her, coiling in her stomach then sparking downwards towards her clit as Freddy sucked on the bundle of nerves and continued to thrust his fingers into her cunt. Twirling and twisting them inside.
Until the muscles of her cunt spasmed and clamped down on his fingers. A gush of her cum seeping out of her like a wave as she moaned out, “Freddy!”
Her cry of pleasure caught in her throat as he eased the frantic plunges of his fingers until they were teasingly rubbing her clit. Drawing little tremors of pleasure from her as she gasped and fought for her breath.
Grinning fiendishly against her soaked inner thighs he kissed her cunt one last time then crawled up over her and aligned his cock against her cunt. “Did you enjoy that, baby?”
Her lip trembled as she felt him ease his cock into her with one swift thrust. “Yes, Fred”
He smiled down at her and lightly brushed away her locks of hair from her flushed face, then glided right his hand towards her throat. Wrapping it around her neck then with a little faint sneer that curled on his mouth he drove into her. Strong. Powerful thrusts. She groaned deeply feeing his cock stretch her, filling every part of her cunt. Her breasts jiggling, thrusting up and down as he rammed into her. His left hand kneaded and groped her breast. Nipping and twisting her nipple making her hiss and grimace in pain. He smirked cruelly and bent his face towards her breast. Biting and gnawing at her skin, marking her with his teeth.
She whimpered. But pushed down her fear.
This was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
If she didn’t like this, she would have stopped their relationship months ago.
Freddy began to pick up his frantic thrusts of his cock into her cunt. Grinding his hips into hers, then angled his hips to drive in a deeper angle. And her back instantly arched up from the bed as a spasm of pleasure shot through her. “Freddy!”
A sly laugh erupted from his throat at hearing her moan his name.
He could do anything to her. Ask her to do anything and she would submit.
A jolt of pleasure shattered through his cock as her cunt tightened around him as he drove into her again.
It was something that he had never considered. Having someone fully submit to him. He preferred to take what he wanted. But throughout the last few months being with her, slowly controlling her and changing her into what he wanted had been enthralling.
Who knew what else he could do to her?
Loretta gazed dreamily up at him as he gave a few more sharp thrusts into her. His face vacant as he stared down at her. Maybe this was the time to say it. To declare her true feelings for him. She slowly parted her lips and whispered, “Fred….”
He blinked as if coming out of a trance.
“Fred…” she whimpered softly then her breath hitched in her throat as his cock hit against her g-spot. “I love you”
His rampant pounding came to a stop, his breathing hard. Eyes wide in disbelief, “What did you say?”
She felt tears bristling in her eyes.
Did she say the wrong thing? Did he not care for her the way she cared for him?
Her lips shivered hard as she repeated. “I love you”
His brow creased in confusion, doubt. Then he processed her words.
I love you.
Love.
This naïve girl was in love with Freddy Krueger.
In love with him.
Fuck, this was perfect.
Her declaration of love for him was the opportunity he needed to tear her away from her family, her friends. If he showed her compassion and warmth, acts of love then he had her in the palm of his hand. He may not have the same feelings towards her. But he wanted to possess her.
Own her completely.
But to love her?
Maybe he was incapable of love.
But he wouldn’t tell her that.
He slowly brandished her a loving smile and kissed her slowly. Then as he pulled her lips away, he muttered softly. “I love you too Loretta”
It was then that he heard a muffled sob and felt her smile against his cheek. Tears wetting her skin as she quietly cried tears of joy.
He lifted his head and smiled kindly own at her as she stared happily up at him. A little pleased laugh floating from her mouth.
She was so gullible.
This little fragile girl was all his.
If only she knew that she had fallen in love with a monster….