Plot
A serial killer named Daddy is trying to kill unsuspecting teenagers in their dreams. Now it’s up to the teenagers to bring him out to their world!
Chapter1
Bilawal was sitting in a café in which was a popular teenage hangout. He had a coffee mug in his grasp and kept banging it against the table.
‘’Hey waitress,’’ Bilawal called the young lady passing him by. ‘’Can I get another cup of coffee?’’
The waitress didn’t seem to hear him and entered the kitchen leaving him all alone. He entered the kitchen although he could’ve just waited on the table.
The kitchen smelled like shit. Bilawal saw tea pouches lying all over the counters. He looked more closely at them.
‘’Whoa!’’ Bilawal shouted in surprise.
There weren’t ten pouches inside the mugs. But different-colored condoms dripping semen and filling the cups drop by drop. The labels on the condoms read Lipton Condom.
Bilawal saw coffee containers. He opened one jar and it smelled like shit!
‘’What the dick?!’’ Bilawal placed his hands on his knees and puked over the floor.
It was like a mixture of vomit and shit. He turned to leave but a sound alerted him. The boy turned around but nobody was there. He turned around again and saw a hideous man staring right into his eyes.
Chapter2
‘’Bilawal are you alright?’’ Amna asked him.
‘’Get away from me!’’ He exclaimed after waking up on the table. ‘’Oh, sorry-had a shitty-I mean wet dream.’’
‘’Uh-huh,’’ Amna raised both her eyebrows in curiosity. ‘’Want another cup?’’
‘’Please,’’
He watched her sexily pour some black coffee from the jar. His eyes changed direction when his girlfriend walked in.
‘’Hey Amna,’’ his girlfriend greeted.
‘’Hey Faiza,’’ she returned the welcome.
‘’’Just pouring some original Red Bull for your future hubby.’’
‘’Well, you could’ve bended more.’’ Faiza said.
‘’Wha-‘’
‘’She means so that your position would make it easier to pour more coffee.’’ Bilawal interrupted Faiza.
Amna said ‘later’ to both of them and allowed Faiza to be alone with her boyfriend.
‘’You look tired.’’ Faiza commented. ‘’What’s wrong?’’
‘’Just not getting enough sleep.’’ Bilawal said indicating his blood-red eyes.
From another table a teenage boy was looking jealously at the couple.
‘’Dude you gotta let her go.’’ Nisar said.
‘’Yeah I mean she left you because you fell in love with your PS3,’’ Hassam explained. ‘’Because it came online whenever you wanted and she never came online.’’
‘’Yeah you know when the PS3 network got hacked you got free games. And if Faiza gets hacked you’ll get what? Four kids.’’
Both best friends laughed then gave each other a high-five.
‘’Go to hell both of you.’’ Owais told them angrily. ‘’’Hey Hassan your waitress girlfriend is coming.’’
Hassan’s whole body turned red. ‘’Coming?’’
‘’Hey guys,’’ Amna said approaching their table.
Oh, that coming, Hassan though sadly.
‘’Let’s leave.’’ Owais told his friends hurriedly.
They all walked out from the booth and then the restaurant.
‘’What was that about?’’ Amna asked Hassan.
‘’Owais is just pissed because Faiza borke up with him.’’ Hassan told her.
‘’I wonder why she’s dating Bilawal.’’
‘’That’s simple-Bilawal has an Xbox 360. So he’s online on MSN because it’s free.’’
‘’Hassan are you coming or not?’’ Owais asked from the door.
‘’Bye,’’ Hassan said paying the bill and then following the others out.
‘’Are your eyes red from lack of sleep or staring at Amna’s sexy-skinny figure?’’ Faiza asked Bilawal.
Bilawal was drinking coffee then he spit it out on Faiza’s sweater.
‘’Damn that really tastes like shit.’’ He commented.
‘’You asshole,’’ Faiza said and began marching to the washroom.
Suddenly, Bilawal fell asleep again. Faiza returned and almost fainted when she saw him using his Panasonic shaver to wipe his naked ass while leaning on the table!
Chapter3
The following morning…
It was Bilawal’s funeral. On his death report was written: Killed by internal bleeding from the asshole.
After the funeral, Faiza was crying while standing near his yet-to-be buried coffin.
A bony hand on her shoulder made her jump. She turned around to see Amna’s face covered with smudged black make-up.
‘’I know why Bilawal wasn’t getting any sleep.’’ Amna declared.
‘’Because you were in his wet dreams?’’ Faiza asked sarcastically.
‘’No dumbass.’’ Amna mocked. ‘’He was having those other wet dreams. You know where the liquid is not so sexual.’’
‘’You mean blood right?’’
‘’Yeah to be more specific nightmares. I saw the killer too. His name is-‘’
‘’Freddy Krueger?’’
‘’No that’s the original movie. This is a parody. His name is Daddy Screw-her!’’
‘’What did you say darling?’’ Amna’s father asked.
‘’Nothing.’’ She told him and waited for him to leave.
‘’So he’s suppose to have these four claws on one hand right?’’ Faiza asked rolling her eyes.
‘’No stupid,’’ She came closer to her and whispered in her ear. ‘’Four mini-dildos.’’
Chapter4
Faiza was in her Math class the next morning. She suddenly fell asleep on the table.
‘’Now now Daddy doesn’t like girls who masturbate at night and sleep in class the following morning.’’ A hoarse voice said.
She saw the back of a man who was scribbling something on the chalkboard. The whole classroom was empty except for the both of them.
The man turned around to reveal his cut face. He wore a black-and-white sweater and black pants. He was skinny as a skeleton.
Faiza’s eyes shifted to the writing on the board. The words read Mr. Daddy Screw-her.
She realized the white-colored words were not from chalk. But from the semen that oozed out from Daddy’s four multi-colored dildos.
‘’Ah!!!’’ Faiza screamed her lungs out.
She was back in her real classroom now. The Math teacher turned around in a fury.
‘’Ms. Choudhry please concentrate on the shape on the board not the one between your legs.’’ He told her angrily.
The whole class started laughing at her.
Chapter5
Late at night Faiza heard a noise near her bedroom window. She went near it and saw Owais’ face.
‘’You really startled me.’’ She said letting him inside then closing the window.
‘’With a face as handsome as mine any girl your age would be shocked.’’
‘’I’m just so afraid.’’ She said suddenly hugging him tightly.
‘’It’s Daddy I know.’’ Owais said rubbing her back gently.
‘’He seems so real.’’ She said staring right into his eyes.
‘’He’s just a dream.’’ Owais explained then winked. ‘’But what we’ll do right now will be 100% real.’’
Then they proceeded to the bed.
Chapter6
Faiza woke up in the middle of the night to brush her teeth. She went into the washroom, turned on the lights and faced the mirror.
Suddenly, she dropped the toothpaste’s bottle-cap and it landed in the sink. When she picked it four tiny dildos were floating in the air in the reflection.
She turned around-no magical dildos were there. After using some mouthwash she sat on her bed. Then when she lay on it-somebody else was lying on the other side!
‘’Give Daddy a kiss.’’ The killer said moving his lips close to hers.
Owais woke up to the rapid movement of his girlfriend’s body. First he thought she was sucking his cock but Faiza was never so fast.
The bed-sheets fell off as Faiza was moving as if she had a super-high fever. Suddenly, her body was raised in mid-air by an invisible force. The size of her breasts increased tearing out the front of her nightshirt.
‘’What the dick?!’’ Owais shouted with fright.
Faiza’s eyes were still closed as a giant hole ripped in the back of her pajamas. Her ass moved as if automatically. Then semen poured out of her mouth.
Man that guy’s luckier than me, Owais thought enviously.
Faiza was pushed raised straight then pushed backwards as if she were being fucked spiritually. Then forward to the other wall. Her mouth was sucking the paint off it. Then she reached above her head again.
Her body shifted between many different sex positions, doggy style, spoon then finally blood poured out of her asshole and mouth then she fell onto the bed with a loud thud. Four dildo marks were ripped onto her chest in her blood.
Chapter7
Amna was busy painting in her bedroom when someone all of a sudden opened the door.
‘’Oh my God.’’ Amna exclaimed. ‘’Mom you scared me.’’
‘’Just wanted to see who you’re painting.’’ Mrs. Tahir explained to her daughter.
‘’Hi,’’ a naked man said sitting at the end of the room.
‘’I’m drawing him and I find it uncomfortable to draw his cock with you standing there.’’
‘’’Who cares? I’m taking your guest with me.’’ Mrs. Tahir said and led the naked man out of the bedroom.
Amna threw her utensils loudly on the floor.
I wished she weren’t bisexual. Last time Faiza had to go with her, Amna thought furiously.
A cold hand grabbed her bare shoulder from behind.
‘’Owais what are you doing here?’’ Amna asked in shock.
She noticed his hands were covered in cold blood.
‘’Faiza-we slept-she got dream banged-‘’
‘’Slow down,’’ Amna interrupted.
‘’I need to hide somewhere. Is your Mom free?’’ He asked her.
‘’’No she’s having an orgasm.’’
Owais put two cold palms on her shoulders. ‘’Whatever you do don’t masturbate.’’
‘’You mean fall asleep right?’’
‘’Right, don’t masturbate when you’re sleep.’’ He recommended then exited through the window.
Four gorilla-sized policemen got on top of him just when he landed on the grass. One of them cuffed his hands.
‘’I didn’t dream bang her!’’ Owais cried.
‘’Shut up or we’ll put those cuffs on your balls too.’’ The officer warned.
Chapter8
The next day…
‘’You heard what happened to Owais?’’ Hassan asked his crush.
‘’Heard it? I saw the whole goddamn thing.’’ Faiza recalled.
They were sitting across from each other in the high school library.
Faiza saw an interesting e-mail from their friend. She clicked on the video which came as an attachment.
‘’Hassan look at this.’’ Faiza called.
He got up and walked to her side.
‘’Whose video is it?’’ He asked.
‘’Nisar sent it to me.’’
The video was black and white.
‘’I just can’t sleep. Whenever we close our eyes we end up in the same nightmare with some guy called Daddy Screw-her.’’ Nisar explained facing the webcam. ‘’This is footage from the last two nights.’’
Amna and Hassan saw Nisar and Hassam sitting on separate couches watching a horror film. Then Nisar came back again facing the webcam.
‘’We watch Scary Movie 3 ten times that night.’’ He declared.
Night two showed them playing Ashes Cricket 2009 on the PS3.
‘’Now tonight is the 3rd night and Hassan sent us the season one of House. Hope we can make it through 7 seasons without falling asleep.’’ Nisar took his seat on the couch.
Both fell asleep during the first five minutes. Then their bodies got lifted and their dicks banged the screen and it broke and the scary video ended. Amna shifted her gaze to Hassan.
‘’What?’’ It was a good show about doctors and plus it had Olivia Wilde.’’ He said sipping a can of Red Bull.
‘’Why are you drinking the sugar-free one?’’
‘’I finished all the sugar cans in the grocery store.’’
Chapter9
Owais woke up to find himself in a swimming pool area. Several hot women in bikinis were walking around.
‘’I hope I’m not dreaming.’’ He said to himself.
He then saw himself fucking a woman on a comfortable chair.
I love this dream already, Owais thought.
Then he saw his other self look over his shoulder.
‘’Hope you’re enjoying yourseld.’’ The other Owais’ face suddenly got covered with cuts.
‘’You’re not me!’’ Owais cried.
‘’No, I’m Daddy.’’ The cut-up man inserted his four mini-dildos into the woman’s arms and she died.
Owais turned around to run but Daddy appeared right in front of him.
‘’What’s the matter sonny?’’ Daddy asked moving his dildos closer to Owais’ face. ‘’This won’t hurt one little bit.’’
Daddy shoved the dildos into Owais’ mouth and come poured out from the eyes.
In the real world, Owais was standing in the middle of his cell. His cellmate saw come pouring out of his eyes and looked towards the camera.
‘’I didn’t do it. I’m not gay-I’m a friggin’ lesbian!’’ The cellmate shouted.
Owais body fell down and the semen slowly covered the entire floor.
Chapter10
Amna and Hassan were inside an abandoned warehouse. The temperature in the room was very hot.
‘’You should take those clothes off.’’ Hassan suggested. ‘’You’re sweating.’’
‘’In your dreams,’’ She replied ironically.
She lay down on the bed. Hassan took a seat on a chair next to it.
‘’Remember you have to insert that adrenaline inside me when I’m ready.’’ Amna reminded him.
He looked at her in bewilderment. ‘’Oh, I filled this syringe with Red Bull.’’
‘’What?!’’
‘’Don’t worry it’s sugar-free.’’
‘’Okay goodnight,’’ She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
At the same time Hassan also fell asleep.
Hassan woke up in the same swimming pool area behind the club where Owais unfortunately was. His eyes were fixed on all the hot asses there.
He took a glass of champagne from the tray a waitress was carrying. He took a sip then spilled it all over the floor.
‘’Waitress what’s this stuff?’’ Hassan asked.
‘’Your come.’’ Daddy’s voice rang like church bells in his ears.
‘’Huh?’’
He saw Daddy wearing a waitress’ outfit. The dream killer raised his four dildos above his head.
‘’There’s more where that came from.’’ Daddy slapped Hassan’s face ten times with the dildos.
Hassan fell on the floor out cold.
‘’Hey Daddy!’’ Amna called from the club’s backdoor.
When Amna closed the door she was in a different place-her father’s old bedroom.
She ran through the door and got stuck inside a pool of white liquid.
‘’Having a wet dream I see.’’ She heard him laugh at her from behind.
She sank into the semen and landed on a bed. She looked around. It was her father’s old bedroom. Amna also realized she was in a tight black bikini.
‘’Hi dear,’’ Daddy greeted walking to her bed with four dildos raised.
Amna who realized her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, ‘’let me go!’’
‘’I see you want Daddy to fuck you.’’ He said running the dildos across her curves.
‘’No!’’
‘’Your mouth says no but your body says yes.’’
She grabbed his sweater with her teeth and muffled Hassan’s name.
She woke up to the shot of Red Bull in her chest. Daddy started fighting Hassan but the teenager kicked him on the chest.
Daddy moved forward but saw his armed hand cut off. He turned around to see Amna carrying a giant chainsaw.
‘’Welcome to my world, lesbian.’’ She swung the saw at him cutting his fucking hand off.
Aftermath
Amna entered her house happily that night, Only to see her mom standing with her arms crossed in front of her.
‘’Mom are you alright?’’ Amna asked. ‘’I’m sorry I came home so late.’’
‘’Where is Daddy?’’ Mrs. Tahir questioned her daughter with tears in her eyes.
‘’How do you know who-‘’
‘’Answer me!’’
‘’The bastard’s dead.’’
‘’The bastard was your daddy!’’ Mrs. Tahir said and started crying.
‘’B-but how?’’
‘’Last year your father didn’t die because of a car accident. He was shaving his nuts in the bathroom when you and Hassan entered the room. Your kissing and loving sounds made Daddy cut his cock several times. Then when he was shaving he cut his face a hundred times. He slipped on his own semen and the back of his head had hit the toilet’s edge.’’
‘’That’s a motherfucking lie!’’ Amna exclaimed.
‘’It’s true.’’ Daddy corrected Amna.
She followed her mother’s gaze and turned around to see Daddy standing fully unharmed.
‘’See for yourself.’’ He said and slid down his black pants.
-The End?-
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