A Nightmare of Emma Bleat -- Executionus

[Executionus]

We've all heard the story of Freddy Krueger, a serial killing pedophile who was burned alive by the parents of his victims. Nobody knows how it happened, but his spirit lived on, free to kill countless more children in their dreams. His rampage lasted many years before a combination of propaganda, drugs, and Jason freaking Voorhees ended it...possibly for good. What most people don't know, however, is that he had a son....

Peter Westmoreland, the accidental child sired inside one of Freddy's few victims in life to survive his touch, grew up knowing from day one that he was the child of a monster. His mother moved them far away to avoid backlash after daddy became legend, but young Peter wound up fascinated by the stories he read as a child. He wanted that kind of magical power, and this want grew into an obsession. As puberty hammered the child, his luck with girls was beyond pathetic. Things didn't help once Peter revealed to everybody that he was Freddy's son in an attempt to be respected, or at-least feared. He even demanded to be referred to as Peter Krueger! That plan utterly backfired, turning him and his "made-up" lineage into a joke all around school.

When Peter hit 16, he grabbed his car for a little road trip. He went to the site of his father's death, digging deep and collecting ashes. He then stole human-Freddy's claw from the house of a collector. However tiny, there had to be some trace of Freddy in this dirt and claw, some connection to his great power, the power sleeping in Peter's blood. Peter would have it at any cost. He created an altar in the woods, hidden from civilization. He inhaled an incense mixture made of the ashes, and covered himself in gasoline. He carved into his chest, with the claw, a Native American rune of dreamwalking. This boy always desired power, and always because he felt so powerless in relation to others. To that end, he held a dog
collar in one hand and a match in the other. Peter then chained himself to the ground to prevent his own escape...and lit the match. It was many weeks later before anyone found the body.

Two years later, Emma Bleat was bored out of her mind in class. It was senior year, and every molecule in her body was begging the lords of time itself to fast forward a little bit so she could graduate and be done with this all. Plus it was Halloween day, so she had tons of wicked fun planned for the evening. Emma was a semi-normal girl who had adjusted well to the weirdness of learning that the creepy "son of Freddy" kid who was so blatantly hot for her had brutally committed suicide in Freddy's hometown. That being said, it was always a dark thought in the back of her mind, thinking about the insanity of a kid she rejected many
times burning himself to death in honor of his idol.

Her mind wandered in class, with her head resting on the desk, and her thoughts somehow returned to Peter as she slipped into unconsciousness. There was suddenly silence, as the constant rambling of Miss
What's-her-name instantly went away. Emma looked around, and the classroom was empty. Almost empty. On the second look-around she saw the chair directly behind her was occupied. She didn't recognize the boy at first, until suddenly the realization hit her like a steel chair: It was Peter!

Peter stood up, and with a voice unchanged from when he was alive "Hello Emma. You're looking hot as always"

Emma screamed "PETER!? How?"

He saw her shock and started laughing, really truly laughing as if he just heard the best joke ever written. Once he regained himself, he answered cockily "I'm Peter Krueger. I wasn't joking. I didn't make it
up. My father's blood filled my veins in life, and now my father's power fills my soul in death!"

Emma tried to get out of her desk, but the desk itself grabbed her and held her in place. She struggled for a few seconds, then gave up and weakly asked "Are you going to kill me?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders with the casualness of a man being asked if he felt like raking leaves, "Eh, that was his thing. This is mine"

He held up the dog collar that burned up with his body, now eternally bound with his spirit. It glowed a deep and dark red before disappearing. Emma jerked suddenly, and her hands went to her neck. Instantly she felt the collar. She tried to remove it, but there wasn't even a latch.

Peter smiled and walked in front of her desk while narrating "The poor, selfish girl, began to figure out that escape was impossible"

Emma was quite afraid now, and whimpered "Please let me go..."

Delaying his answer, Peter looked over the helpless girl. She wore skintight black leggings and a yellow string halter that showed her bra straps, cleavage, and was clearly in violation of the dress code. Of course, everyone knows that dress codes get ignored with hot girls. He had always wanted her. His first wet dream was of her. So how fitting was it that his first magical dream would be of her as well?

Peter snapped his fingers and commanded "No, actually, I give the orders now. First up: Slowly reach under your shirt, and take off your bra"

Emma's hands obeyed the command, even as she fought it and struggled. Her hands fidgeted back and forth, simultaneously attempting to strip her and to move away. She started yelling "No, no, no!" as she lost the
fight and her hands moved under her shirt. In seconds the bra was undone, her traitorous hands holding it in front of her.

Peter commanded "Hide the bra in your backpack."

Sure enough, she did as she was told. Her arms then crossed over her chest, hiding it even though the shirt was still in place.

Peter giggled "Eh, you know what? I'll handle this myself. Shoes first."

He waved his hand and her shoes untied themselves, practically jumping into her backpack. "Socks" Same story.

Peter Krueger then walked behind his prey and asked "Serious question...is that a thong under there?"

Emma shouted "NO!"

Peter magically reached through the tights and grabbed a handful of panty, leaving his hand there for a while and teasing "I dunno, this feels thongy. Let's have a look then"

He then moved his hand upwards, giving her an intense frontal-wedgie while exposing the back to his eyes. Sure enough, it was indeed a thong. "Ha! Told ya."

Emma yelled out, causing Peter to react "Oh right! Forgot to extend the magic. How silly of me."

Suddenly the panties phased right through her body, with Peter holding them in his hands for a better inspection. With a flick of his wrist, they too entered the backpack.

"So darling...You have two choices now. Choice One is that I take off your shirt and leggings."

Emma yelled "NO! PLEASE DON'T!"

Peter smiled brightly "Ok then, Choice Two it is"

He leaned in closely and whispered into her ear "Slide your right hand into your pants and start rubbing yourself. Don't stop until I tell you to"

Emma was horrified by the command, but sure enough her hand started moving. She tried resisting, even using her left hand to hold her right wrist in place. She stopped her right hand from advancing this way, leading Peter to smugly say "Oh, and your left hand should move under your shirt to play with your nipples"

Now with both hands moving in opposite directions, Emma Bleat could only manage a few seconds of fighting before both snuck under her clothing to do their work. Rubbing and toying, her hands were purposely doing every little trick she knew to get herself excited. She blushed red as Peter stood there watching her.

Peter then smiled a little more than before and said "Hey, do you wanna know the best part about dream haunting?"

Emma, her breathing getting heavier and her face a mask of crimson, asked "..what?"

Peter Krueger loudly shouted "It's like sleepwalking, baby! Everything happens in the real world too!"

Peter then snapped his fingers, unhiding all of the other people in the classroom. Sure enough, most were staring at her while she sat there doing her thing.

Emma screamed "OH MY GOD! MAKE IT STOP! LET ME GOOOO!"

"No way, José. Josia? I dunno, whatever the girl name for José is. Time for the next step in my happy day and your happy-fun nap time"

Peter Krueger grew out his fingernails on his right hand, eerily resembling his dad's claw weapon. He then walked behind Emma Bleat and flicked the string to her halter, cutting it. Her shirt was now just barely staying on her chest.

Emma pleaded "No stop! You said you wouldn't strip me!"

Peter Krueger giggled and responded "No no no, I told you that Choice One was me stripping you. You selected Choice Two before I even told you what it was yet. Choice Two is you playing with yourself WHILE I strip you. See, honey? You should really listen to the entire question before buzzing in. Have you learned nothing from game shows?"

Peter then moved low on the ground, sliding between Emma's legs. He was getting a spectacular view of the action from here, but he knew he was about to get an even better one. Both of his hands grew long claw-like nails now, and he placed them on the outside of both of Emma's legs. Dragging them slowly upwards, Emma felt the outer half of her leggings being torn to shreds as Peter's claw-hands rose up past her knees, and continued all the way to her hips and waist. The leggings practically popped like a balloon, leaving only shreds covering her front and between her legs.

Emma squeezed her legs together tightly in order to preserve her modesty, only for Peter to say "Spread 'em wide as you can, hotness. Oh, and use your boob hand to lose the shirt."

Screaming madly, Emma watched as her hand yanked her shirt right off of her body, right in the middle of class with 24 students and the teacher all watching her every move without blinking. Her breasts were now out in the open, exposed for everyone to see, and the only clothing remaining on her entire body was the tattered rags of her leggings sitting precariously between her legs.

Peter then gave more commands, his most merciless yet "The free hand, grab onto the side of the desk and hold on tightly. The other? Kick it up a notch, give it everything. Also, for every 5 seconds this takes, your arousal will double, but you CANNOT cum until I say go."

Emma reluctantly followed orders, and her intense speed and exponentially-increasing arousal led to her hips bucking up and down with the action. She watched in horror as her own gyrations moved the scraps that were her last covering.

She loudly begged "Oh God, please no. Make it stop! Don't let everyone see my pussy too!"

No help was coming her way, however. The black fabric bucked loose, and now her bare pussy was right in front of everyone. Her hand kept rubbing her clit, doing its best to avoid blocking anyone's view of the dripping lips below it. Worse, Peter Krueger was still sitting under the desk between her legs, so his view was without equal. Emma tried to hold her breath to prevent from moaning, but that effort
was destroyed when the next 5 second mark hit and she lost all ability to hold back. Her thrashing and moaning became quite pornographic at this point, almost to the point of looking fake, filling her entire soul with deep shame and humiliation.

Peter then asked "Serious question...and don't lie like last time...but, when you get aroused enough...are you a squirter perchance?"

Emma tried to answer, but she could no longer make words from all of the moaning and screaming. Peter laughed at her attempting to speak from his conflicting orders, and then gave his final command "Oh never mind, let's all find out together! Ready class for the finale? Ready Emma for your money shot? On the count of three, you are going to cum for me while screaming 'Oh Peter'. Oooone...twooooo.........THREE!"

Emma's body was overwhelmed by intense ecstasy not normally possible for a human to reach due to the exponential arousal mechanic in the magic used on her. She would've cum an eternity ago were it not for the order to not do so. The moment Peter said three, Emma's pussy twitched and shot fluid halfway across the classroom (hitting a few students in the crosshairs), while she screamed "OOOH PETEEEEEEEEER!!!!" as she thrashed and convulsed with the intensity of a crackhead having a seizure. Camera phones all over the room captured every amazing moment.

Peter stood up now, and pantomimed unlatching a collar. The collar released from Emma's neck, returning to Peter's hand. "Two final things before I wake you up. First:" He said as he snapped his fingers, incinerating her shirt, backpack, and everything in it. "Have fun finding something to wear. Second..." He leaned in close to whisper into her ear "..Tell your friends about me. I'll be..seeing...them soon. Cock-a-doodle doo!"

The whispered rooster call woke Emma up, and she awoke to her teacher loudly cussing her out for what she just did in front of everyone, while every student, male and female, shared pics and vids of the event.
Emma's clothes were gone, and the teacher grabbed her arm to take her, still naked, to the principal's office for punishment. Her pleas for mercy or cover were utterly ignored, and not one person believed her story...until similar events started happening to other girls.

[Ryan]

Damn

[Executionus]

Damn

Thanks. I was always oddly fond of this story for its casual mercilessness and how well Peter's powers worked towards ultimate humiliation. Halloween stories with actual supernatural powers are a favorite of mine. I blame Are You Afraid of the Dark.