Intemperate Acquaintances

"Don't even think about it," said Jacqui, propelling herself to the front of the group. "You don't scare us whoever 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 upset 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 retreat blocked by a large wooden cabinet.

"Come into my world Bronwyn," he hissed at 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 had seized Lucy by the arm and was dragging her to the sofa. Her screaming was cut 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 sitting position and having shucked off her coat, had begun to systematically abuse her. Initially just fondling her breasts, Jenny could hear him making retarded noises of pleasure as he progressed to full-scale groping of her helpless body. Pushing her dress up, he seemed mesmerised by the view up between her legs and began experimentally prodding the front of her knickers with his fingers, grunting as 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 predicament. 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 content with pawing her, Jason had begun ripping her clothes. Lucy's top was in tatters as he wrenched loose her bra straps, tugging the ruined lace completely off. Her breasts were fully exposed as she tried futilely to protect her modesty. Her brief panties he found even easier to rip from her body, literally tearing them from her hips. Jenny noticed his hand dropping now to his own crotch and just about frozen with horror she watched as between little more than animal noises, he pulled 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 have split a buffalo on heat!

*

Wondering desperately where her friends were, Cyndi had little time to contemplate such trivialities.

Michael Myers was hot. This girl he held in his lap was arousing him just as his sister had managed to do all those years ago and he knew what had to be done to girls who teased him with their bodies and minds. This one though he would first enjoy – make her 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 physical 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 rather than detracting from it. As his rough hand slipped beneath the hem of her briefs, she found herself unable to prevent her hips from arching upwards and fully encompassing 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 to caress her own breasts and to whimper for that which a girl on heat needs at such a time.

The stirrings between Michael's legs brought back memories he would rather not bring back, nevertheless, they had to be answered. He turned the girl 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 astride him now, she had wriggled out of her knickers and with her bottom in full view of the youthful audience, she guided his unsighted but in truth massive erection 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 realised the size of the task she was handing herself.

She was filled to her abdomen and surely split already but so far beyond the point of no return it didn't matter. As he brutally fucked her, she began crying out for harsher treatment, her eyes still closed in fully transported pleasure as her hips moved to accommodate his inhuman coupling. At the very point she felt her orgasm peaking, concurrent with his own incredible seminal discharge deep inside her, she opened her eyes – and saw Michael Myers for the first time clearly - without his mask.

She may well have screamed, 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 stood up and having replaced his mask, callously tossed the girl's body aside...to deafening applause from the onlookers.

*

Understanding the difference between 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 occurrence. 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 to what looked like a steel gantry of sorts and along the walls and ceiling of the corridor behind her. She recognised 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 noise as he drew his finger knives along one of the pipes.

"H...How did I get here?" she asked in a voice understandably bereft of confidence.

"Your fear brought 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 approached, fanning the razor-sharp blades in her direction.

"B...b...but you're just a character 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 lied to you all - HE made everyone think it was just a film when he always knew the truth."

Before she could move, he leaned forward and drew the finger-knives 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 expensive 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 Mencole."

"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 themselves in her head O N C E...E L M...S T R E E T. She screamed.

Krueger was nodding. "You know what else is true sweetheart?" She shook her head, tears of desperation and hopelessness running down her face.

"All those little girls I molested," he sneered, "They were sooooo pretty!"

She could 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 – saves having to spank them." He leered at her once more. "Long time since your daddy 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 make 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 the piping, one knee bent forward.

"C'mon honey, put yourself across my knee, let Uncle Freddy spank you."

"Nooooooo," she pleaded.

"Kids nowadays – I dunno" he muttered, gesturing towards her at the same time. She was powerless to stop herself 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 the seat of her jeans obscenely.

"Well Bronny," he crooned, "That's one hot little butt you have there, lets warm it up for you." So saying, he delivered a stinging blow to her rear which made her yelp.

"That good huh?" he teased, spanking her bottom hard and ensuring both cheeks received their fair share of punishment. 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 themselves one by one.

"Now come on Bronny you can either take your own jeans off or let Uncle Freddy do it for you." She hesitated, causing him to add "Sorry, but its not a multiple choice question."

Still sobbing, she wriggled out of her jeans, forced to display her hot little blue briefs to his lecherous ogling. The fact that she had a really curvy and compact little bottom was simply highlighted now by the skimpy semi-transparent material.

As she endured the next round of spanking she noticed that contrary to expectation, it was hurting less somehow 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 Bronny," he whispered to her. "Why not just get those hot little panties off altogether sweetheart and let Uncle Freddy work his magic for you." With almost indecent 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. Were 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 standing 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 glowing bottom, brought the punishment to an end and told her to turn around. She did so, knowing full well he would be able to see her pubic hair and the rather pronounced 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 predicament. 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 arms, 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, twisted, 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 she swayed against him. "Why buy it when you can get it at home for free," he smirked.

"Let's see you sucking something now sweetheart," he grinned.

With no hesitation, she dropped to her knees and unzipping her tormentor, drawing out (given the remainder of his deformities) a somewhat normal erection. With absolutely 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 lips 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 come. She even made sure her bottom was well elevated, and her knees wide apart. Krueger was no considerate lover. Thrusting up into the girl's compliant little pussy 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 became aware for the first time of the full horror and degradation that was now her lot. She felt the utter debasement of being naked whilst suffering the most cruel of rapes at the hand 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 ejaculate deep inside her, his cum like acid, burning her vaginal walls. Another pain then 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 happened.

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 covering up her breasts any longer she was simply shaking her head in denial as Jason, half-kneeling there, forced the head of his monstrous erection inside her gaping slit.

"Please, it's hurting," she begged, placing her hands around the intruder 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 situation, Jenny was shocked to feel her own wetness spreading at the sight.

One last thrust and he was fully inside her. Lucy was sobbing unrestrainedly now as he began to rape her viciously. 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 suffered unspeakable violation. At the stage she passed-out completely, Jason simply laid 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 each 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 abnormally cruel thirst.

Looking around in desperation, she saw the machete glinting on top of the bookcase. Jason now was undoubtedly on the home stretch, grunting continuously as he rammed home his argument for male supremacy. Getting swiftly 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. The screen-Jason may be unkillable she was thinking, this dude however was about to be suffering big-time. Even as she raised the machete, aiming to drive the blade down into his neck and spine, Jason shook with the exertion of coming hard in the 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, despite 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 have 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 "Ughhhhh" the huge body toppled to the floor and lay still, right alongside Jacqui who appeared now to be stirring slightly.

With the adrenaline in full flow, Jenny leaned over the friend she had known since pre-school and attempted to revive her. The amount of blood still seeping from her vaginal area was sickening. The rape she knew could quite possibly lead to serious gynaecological repercussions. Probably already had. Worse though, Lucy was not responding and beside herself with shock and anxiety now, she felt for a pulse. There was none. Lucy's pallor was deathly 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 her 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 happened here?"

"You don't want to know," she replied. "Look, the door's locked Jac – think we can get it open somehow?"

"You mean like this girls?" came a muffled voice from the other side. The door opened inwards ushering in anyone's worst 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 entered 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," replied Jacqui, and turning to the figure on the far right, "So you really are Michael Myers right?" The Shape just looked across at her, the dead eyes studying her every movement.

"Yes, that is Michael," Krueger responded. He is as real as any of us and he has finally come home.

"Well from what I ever knew," Jacqui was continuing, "Michael Myles lived in a place called Haddonfield."

"Exactly," said Krueger. "Haddonfield it most definitely was...Haddonfield, Illinois." He looked 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, despite her struggling denial of the truth D...E...A...D...D...O...L...F...H.I N.