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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Elizabeth groggily opened her eyes. Her head thumped with a small headache as she tried to remember what had happened. She’d been in a car accident, and then was eating dinner with her rescuers when she got lightheaded.
Sitting up, she let out a startled cry. Her hands were tied over her head. She was laying in the middle of the shorter side of the bed. Her legs were dangling off the edge. She looked up and tugged on her restraints. Leather straps were tied around each wrist, it seemed like the straps were tied under the bed.
She moved again, frowning as she realized her clothing felt different. She looked down at herself. She was wearing what seemed to be a very dirty, once white but now beige wedding dress.
“What?” she asked to herself.
“Oh good,” Luda Mae said as she opened the door and stepped inside.
“What is going on? What the fuck?” A sharp sting against her cheek surprised her as Luda Mae backhanded her.
“Now, I don’t wish to do that again, dear. But you should really watch your mouth,” she reprimanded. “A nice sweet thing like you.”
Fear ran through Elizabeth. “Please, don’t do this,” she whispered.
Luda Mae just smiled at her. “I’m so excited and happy that you’ll be joining our family.”
“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth was confused, frustrated and afraid.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to Elizabeth. “I was listening to what ya said about your family. And we can be the family you need.”
“I have a family,” Elizabeth countered. “Yeah my parents are idiots, but they’re still my parents. And the rest of my family are really nice, decent people.”
Luda Mae shook her head. “Parents who kick their children out of the house aren’t worthy. Especially since you have such a lovely and kind soul.” Luda Mae ran her hand along Elizabeth’s hair. “Now, I have a very important question for you. Are you a virgin?”
Elizabeth’s heart dropped. “No,” she lied, hoping that would change her situation.
Luda Mae’s eyes sparkled as she patted Elizabeth’s stomach. “Don’t worry. It’ll be uncomfortable at first. But you’ll soon realize that we’re the best family for you.”
“Please, don’t do this to me,” Elizabeth couldn’t help but beg. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Luda Mae watched her for a moment, slowly tracing her face. Then she roughly pinched her fingers around Elizabeth’s chin, holding her tightly. “You need to understand something, honey. You have Thomas to thank for your life.” Her eyes flashed with malice. Then she let a smile cross her face, letting Elizabeth go. “Trust me, dear. You’re going to enjoy your life with us.”
Elizabeth’s body shook. “Please, I’m not a bad person.”
Luda Mae’s eyes lit up. “Exactly, honey.” She got up, patting Elizabeth’s stomach again then left the room, humming to herself.
The moment the door closed, Elizabeth began to struggle again. She had to escape. She raised her legs up and turned so that she was kneeling on the bed. The straps twisted her arms, but that didn’t stop her from pulling.
The sound of the door opening made her turn her attention to it. Thomas, the largest man she’d ever seen, stood there. He stepped in closing the door behind him.
“Please, no,” she cried. The tears flowing down her face. “T… Thomas, right? I beg you. Please, let me go.” She scooted back, trying to get away from him, but the bed was by the wall.
The man stared at her for a brief moment, cocking his head to one side. The darkened room made it hard for her to see him, but she could see the outline of his mask. He wore a suit and tie, as if they were on some sort of date. Or.. she was wearing a wedding dress. His mother had set her up to be his bride.
He moved slowly, carefully. She tried to make herself as small and as far from him as possible, pressing herself up against the wall. Maybe he’d have compassion.
Finally, he stopped in front of the bed. Elizabeth bit her lip. Was this it? He sat down, his weight dipping the bed so that her legs slipped down to touch his body. He hesitated then slowly, he touched her leg. She gulped, her heart beat wildly in her chest. She couldn’t move.
He seemed fascinated by the smoothness of her skin.
“Thomas,” she said softly, not daring to move. Maybe, she could convince him not to do this.
He stopped petting her and looked at her.
“Your mask.” If she could somehow connect with him, maybe-
He reached up and touched his mask.
“Can I see your face?” It was hard to make out his facial features. The room was getting darker. He looked over at the covered window, then ever so slowly, took off his mask. He didn’t look at her immediately, but finally, he turned. She could barely make out what his face looked like in the darkened room, but it was clear that he was disfigured. She gulped, but pushed her fear to the back of her mind.
He was watching her. Watching the way she reacted. Then, he slowly leaned in. She didn’t move as he planted a wet kiss on her cheek. Her body shook as tears began to stream down her face. One of his big hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it. His other hand gently touched her face then brushed her hair. He leaned in to kiss her mouth, but she automatically pulled away.
Her mind raced. If she showed him too much affection he could take it the wrong way, but not enough and he for sure would get angry. “I’m so sorry that others have treated you so poorly, but doing this will make you just as bad as them,” she stated.
He leaned back and stood up, much to her surprise and relief. Maybe she had gotten through to him.
His hands went up to his tie as he loosened then took it off. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. She couldn’t help but let out a cry of despair as he undid his belt. Desperately, she tugged at the leather straps that kept her bound to the bed.
He paused, then grabbed her legs and pulled her to him, causing her arms to go over her head. She struggled, till she realized she’d ended up putting her legs on either side of him. He leaned in, rubbing his erection in between her legs. It was then that she realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She’d been so preoccupied with trying to reason and then escape she hadn’t noticed. Much to her relief, he still had his on, for now. His hand pulled on the low-cut wedding dress she was wearing till her breasts popped up and out over the fabric.
He groaned at the sight of them and grabbed them. Her nipples perked up at the cool air, and he playfully teased them, rubbing and pinching them. Her body automatically reacted and she let in a gasp as a sensation ran from her nipples to her core. Her body was starting to betray her.
Flesh brushed against her pussy and she realized that his cock was peaking through his underwear.
“No!” she cried out. Somehow, she managed to bunch her legs between them and kicked him in the chest.
A grumbling anger rumbled through him as he stumbled back. She tried to scramble away, but he was quick.
He flipped her onto her back and pulled her back to him, putting himself between her legs, and placing his body weight on her.
“Please, Thomas, don’t,” Elizabeth begged. The tears were streaming down her face. He reached out, gently touching her cheek. His other hand held onto his cock. She could feel the tip of his cock as he slowly brushed it up and down her slit. She tensed. He pushed.
Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to breath. He was too big. And he hadn’t fully prepared her. She could hear him struggling, his breathing deepening as he kept trying to force himself in. She clenched onto her restraints, trying to tighten herself even more. “You’re hurting me!” she couldn’t help but cry out as she felt herself being painfully stretched. To her surprise, he pulled back.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking at her, and then at himself as if he were trying to figure out what to do. Would he change his mind? Did she win? Was her pussy just too small for him? His large cock was still hard in his right hand. She couldn’t imagine it was easy for him. Still, she couldn’t relax.
He moved over to the nightstand and opened up a drawer, pulling out a butcher’s knife. Fear and relief filled up inside of her. Maybe he’d kill her instead. She didn’t want to die. But between that and getting raped, she’d rather he kill her.
Gently, and slowly he used the butcher’s knife to cut through the dress. Her breathing hitched as she tried not to move. Too afraid to get injured, despite a small part of her wanting to die. Once he got to the end, he easily ripped the rest of the dress and it dropped useless on either side of her, completely revealing her naked body. She shivered in fear, there was no way to cover herself up.
He positioned himself between her legs again, but then reached up towards her. He used his left hand to touch her face, moving his fingers across her lips then down her neck. He examined her neck, sending chills through her body. She gulped and he watched in fascination.
A jolt of electricity seemed to fire from inside her as his right hand went between her folds and touched her clit. Her hips automatically bucked.
“Thomas,” she breathed, hoping that he didn’t notice her body’s response. She clenched the leather straps again. “I don’t want this. Please.”
His left hand continued his assault on her body, first examining one breast then the other, while his right hand felt around her clit. He moved his hand down her belly, slowly tracing the burned scar she had there. He seemed surprised that more of her was imperfect. His eyes met hers and then he leaned down and kissed her belly. If it were a completely different situation she would have been ecstatic and happy that a man would find her scars sexy.
One of his fingers slipped inside of her, and she tried to move away. But his other hand pressed down on her as did his body.
“Please, stop!” she begged. The tightness in the bottom of her belly seemed to contract, as butterflies filled her stomach.
She bit her lip and tried to struggle again, but her energy was already disappearing. His left hand went back up to her breasts, slowly massaging and teasing them. He flicked her nipples and lightly twisted them till they were pointy. His right hand turned so that his thumb could rub her clit while he pushed the tip of another finger in her. She let out a moan, her hips moving of their own accord as he slowly massaged her inner walls. She couldn’t hold back her responses as the feeling in her belly intensified. Then a third finger joined the other two.
She moaned loudly, as her breathing deepened and her body moved, digging his fingers deeper into her as he massaged her inner walls. She’d masturbated many times, using vibrators and bullets on herself. But she’d never put anything inside of herself. Although she had been tempted. Then, she felt it. She was on the edge, just a little bit more and…
Thomas took his hand away from her, an involuntary groan of disappointment came out of her mouth. She couldn’t believe herself. She watched, as he brought his glistening hand to his nose and smelled her. Then he licked his fingers, tasting her.
She shuddered. He looked at her, then reached out, placing his fingers near her lips. She could smell herself as well as him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She wanted to defy him. Spit on him, bite his fingers. Instead, fear of what he’d do to her replaced her fighting spirit. She opened her mouth. He put his fingers in her mouth almost too far in, making her gag a little. He pulled his hand away and she quivered below him.
Was that a smile?
“Mine,” he growled as he started to push into her. She hadn’t noticed how close he was again. Didn’t realize that his left hand had left her breast and had gone to his cock to help him push into her. She couldn’t help but tense, not that it mattered. His fingers had opened her up enough that his cock could squeeze through.
His cock slowly, but steadily entered her pussy. She cried out, trying to get away from the invading object, but there was no stopping this. She arched her back, trying to do something about the pain. He pushed her down with one hand to stop her from fighting. The tears were back. He paused and began to pull back. Just the tip of him was in. He made slow shallow thrusts, watching her, head cocked again. A whimper escaped her lips.
His hands rubbed her thighs. He pulled her toward him, while at the same time pushing forward fully embedding himself in her. She screamed, arching her back again as if that would help her escape him. The coupling was unlike anything she expected. An intimate act of something foreign lodged inside of her. He hovered over her, looking into her eyes. Why her? What had she done to deserve this? She’d tried to be nice. She’d tried to treat him like a human being. He reached up and caressed her face again. Slowly, he lowered his hand, thumb rubbing against her throat for a little bit as he slowly squeezed to her terror. But he didn’t linger long, going back to her breasts and then stomach, slowly touching the burn scars she had. Her skin wasn’t sensitive there, but she was fully aware, watching him. He continued to slowly roam down her body. She followed till they both looked at their union.
She realized he hadn’t moved as he allowed her to get used to his cock. And then, he slowly slid back. He touched her clit, stimulating a moan from her as she squeezed her muscles around him. He groaned, bending down. More of his skin was on her.
When he pulled his hand away she saw there was a little bit of blood. Her blood. Virginity was a silly thing in her mind. But she never had the time to have sex. And she just wanted it to be somewhat special. Not forcibly taken from her. Even if she weren’t a virgin she had a feeling he would have made her bleed. His cock was too big, filling her too much.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing haggard.
She bit her lip to try to stop from crying out. No doubt the rest of the family had been listening. Whimpering instead. It burned a little. But she could hear the wet sound of her body-liquids helping him as he pushed back into her, slapping his skin against hers. His ballsack smacking her ass. His hands stayed on her thighs, holding her tightly as if she could run away.
Her body was betraying her, helping her rapist get easier access and pleasure from her.
He let out a moan and groan, hands reaching up and grabbing her breasts. They didn’t stay there long. Leaning down, He started roaming her body. All she could do was clench harder on the straps keeping her down. She heard herself whimper and moan as he looked for other areas in her body that would make her do something different.
The orgasm he had so cruelly stopped from happening started to bloom again with more vigor. Although she’d been fighting it. She realized that his cock was rubbing against the right spot in her every time he went in and out. The sensation of being completely full seemed to enhance her body’s response. The pain from him viciously thrusting into her was becoming a distant memory as her primal mind began to work its magic.
Standing up straight, he watched her as her breasts moved back and forth with each thrust he made. He increased his speed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her wrapped around his cock.
Her hips automatically moved with him as her body desperately sought release. He increased his pace as if trying to give her what she wanted. It was too much and not enough.
A jolt rushed through and she let out a cry as his hand brushed her clit. He’d know that seemed to be what had excited her earlier. Rubbing her clit, she couldn't help but moan, clenching her muscles around him.
He let out a moan of excitement, increasing his pace. Her primal mind won as the knot that had been growing inside of her reached its verge and unraveled. Sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her cheek to keep from crying out, but her rapid, deep breaths, clenching muscles, and spasming body clearly indicated she was having an orgasm.
Thomas picked up his pace and then let out a cry, making one last deep push into her. He leaned his head down so that his forehead was on her stomach as he tried to catch his breath. She felt a sense of warmth as he came in her.
The tears returned as he slowly pulled back. His cock slipped out of her pussy with ease. He reached over and picked up his cleaver. So, it was rape and then murder. At least, she wouldn’t have to live long with the knowledge of what he’d done to her. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would be quick.
The leather straps that kept her bound were loosened. She looked up, realizing that he had freed her. Before she could react, he slipped two fingers in her. She bit her cheek to keep from crying out at the invasion. When he pulled this out, she could see that they had some of his cum on them. He reached over and held his fingers over her mouth, looking at her expectantly.
She let her lips open enough for him to put his fingers in her mouth. She wanted to puke, but didn’t, afraid of what he’d do next.
“Mine.”
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